The things worth fighting for.

"Delivery for Kurt Hummel."

Kurt heard the mail carrier from the living room. He ran out excitedly,his new Ralph Lauren pea coat was here, and he'd only ordered it the day before. He froze when he reached the door. He took in the scene in front of him not understanding what was happening. Looking over his father's shoulder he could see the mail carrier stood with his clipboard but there was no grey plastic bag in under his arm. Though behind him was a boy, at least Kurt assumed it was a boy, his head was hanging down low and he had dark brown curls that hung down to hid his face. He was in a shapeless grey jogging suit.

"What is it?" Kurt asked.

"Kurt?" The mail carrier asked.

"Yeah."

"Got a delivery for you, comes with a message."

"What message?"

The mail carrier turned over a little card that was attached to the clipboard.

"It's from Jim Grange."

Kurt was even more confused, he looked over to his Dad.

"Isn't that the other congressman, the one who disagrees with you on everything?"

"Yes."

"So what would he be sending me?"

Burt sighed and pointed at the boy in the track suit.

It took Kurt a moment to realize what he meant.

"He's a slave? He sent me a slave? I don't understand." Kurt felt and overwhelming sadness for the boy. He guessed he was young and too be a slave at any age was a horrible fate. They were treated as sub-human, the literature said they had no morals and thus had to be treated with harsh punishment as it was all they could understand.

"With the gay right campaigns I always say that you are the thing I am most proud of in my life, the one thing that I got right. He's trying to turn you against me by changing your mind on the anti- slave bill I'm trying to pass."

Kurt loved the fact that his Dad was so keen to tell everybody how proud he was of him, especially with homosexuality being taboo and most people thinking it was something people should keep to themselves. The general idea about the few gay men and women who were brave enough to tell people was that they should be forced back into the closet, that they should do the right thing and get married and have kids and try their best to pass for normal and then just maybe that would cure them. His father was only one of three senators who would even mention the words 'gay rights' and Kurt was so proud of him too. But he couldn't let himself get distracted by that, there were other things going on now.

"But he should know that's impossible. Why would he think that would be so easy to do?"

"I do have other deliveries to make you know." The mail carrier cut in.

"Guess he's thinking you're a gay teenager so you're lacking in morals, easily corruptible and obsessed with... you know." Burt said ignoring him.

"Oh please, I do not want to know what you're thinking."

"I'm trying to think what he maybe thinking. Anyway, what are we going to do about it. We can't exactly return to sender, we don't know where he will end up. With some abusive middle aged man or starving in the corner of a post office."

Kurt stared at the dark head of shiny loose curls. He wished he could see the boys face for a second, how was he going to make a decision about some bodies else life if he didn't even know anything about him?

"Are you signing or not kid?" The mail carrier asked.

"I guess I am." Kurt said taking the pen and signing his name with a glance to the corner of his eye at his worried looking father.

"Okay." The mail carrier said elongating the second syllable. "I'll just get the manual out."

Kurt felt a sinking feeling in his stomach at the idea of having a manual for a person.

"Guess we have a new house guest." Burt said turning around to go back in the house.

Kurt was going to respond but at that moment the boy looked up and all Kurt could do was stare. He was beautiful, he had stunning amber eyes that looked eerily empty. He had dark pointed eyebrows and full pink lips surrounded by olive skin. He was obviously around Kurt's age... and that was all Kurt could figure out before his brain switched off because the boy was pulling off that shapeless grey top revealing a not at all shapeless torso. Toned pecks with a thin waist and a splattering of dark hair heading downwards, Kurt didn't even have time to wonder about what that led to when he didn't have to wonder anymore because the bottoms were coming off and Kurt had to turn around because really he could not handle hot naked guys stood on his front lawn.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Kurt heard his Dad shouting just as he closed his eyes.

"The clothes are property of the company, he does come with personally engraved collar though. " The mailman said conversationally.

"Kurt take the poor boy upstairs and find him some clothes whilst I call Carol and let her know what's going on."

"Yes Dad." Kurt said trying his best not to look at the boy as he waved him into the house and ran up the stairs hoping he was following.

When Kurt got to his room he jumped at the sound of a deep unemotional voice behind him.

"I am pleased to be in your service master. I am fully trained to meet all you're requirements."

Kurt just nodded slowly looking at the boy from out the corner of his eyes, he didn't want to think about what those requirements were or what that training would have consisted of but his father had been working on the campaigns to end slavery for so long he knew in more detail than most what people used their slaves for. His father had hidden the worst from him but Kurt knew in vague terms that the slaves were trained to provided pleasure for their owners. Just the thought of it made him blush, at eighteen he had explored as much of his sexuality as he was comfortable with, he masturbated when in private, he had tried fingering himself and didn't find it bad but didn't find it all that great either he absolutely could not imagine anybody else touching him like that, it seemed so private. The idea of anything more than that was terrifying to him but at the same time was just starting to thrill him slightly, it was something to learn one day when he was desperately in love with a fellow Broadway star. It was too far in the future to be concerned about, yet here was a gay boy of his age who had ... experiences. He was almost scared of him.

He knew the clothes he placed on the bed would not fit the boy perfectly and usually that would concern him but right now he just wanted him dressed.

"You can wear those." He said to the by as he left to give him privacy.

"Thank you Master." The reply was the most monotonous voice he had ever heard.

Kurt waited outside the door. He needed to think, needed to figure out what was going on but it all seemed so unlikely to him. This sort of thing did not happen in his life, yes his father was protesting the slave trade and he knew it happened but it always seemed so far away. That was something happening in Washington and in those big houses over the other side of town, the ones that had big gates and areas with closed off windows. It was something that people knew about but didn't talk about. Slaves were invisible, they rarely went out and when they did they had their collars on and people avoided looking at them. They were for the extremely wealthy or for the extremely perverted. Now he had one living in his house, what the hell was he supposed o do about it? He'd never even had a pet now he was supposed to be responsible for a Human being?

"Shit." He muttered under his breath. He never swore, but it seemed like an appropriate time to start.

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Three months ago.
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"I don't understand."

"You are now property of the White Knight slave company." The middle-aged lady said sadly.

"But.." Blaine said blinking from the back of the car, how had he got here again, wasn't he in his room a little while ago?

"It has been decided by all party's that this is the best course of action."

"But..."

"You show a substandard lack of morals that only makes you appropriate for a slave. It happens sometimes, boys from good families are just born wrong." The lady sounded sad as if she were sorry for him but Blaine knew she was not.

"I'm not wrong."

"That's the problem, you're so wrong you don't even realize it."

"I.. I just... I liked him, I'm sorry, I shouldn't.. I.." Blaine couldn't find the words. How had this happened? He'd thought the boy next door had wanted to be kissed by him, he hadn't stopped him until his mother had walked in and by that time he had been hard beneath him. Why had he told his parents he had been attacked? Why had he complained Blaine was contaminating him with a was gay too, he had enjoyed it, Blaine was sure of it and being gay couldn't be caught, could it? He thought he liked him. This was all wrong, so impossibly wrong, they were friends why would he do this? And why would his parents do this? He was their son, they were always proud of him, it had been the first time he had seen them really angry at him, he knew they would have been when they found out that he had fantasies about men instead of women, that he longed to be touched and he avoided the locker room at all costs. But not this. He wasn't expecting this. He was their star, he was going to go to college and study politics, he was going to carry on singing and see their happy faces beaming out at him from the stage, hear the proud words spoken by his father again 'my son's both intelligent and talented, the women at the pep rallies just swoon when he starts to sing'. Now he was nothing, now he was going to be a slave, they hadn't even talked about it yesterday, he had heard them shouting all through the night. They hadn;t even talked to him.

"But my Dad.."

"Oh dear, I know, you've been spoilt, nobody realized you were this way you see. It was your mother's fault obviously, I don't understand why anybody would cheat on a man as fine as the Senator."

"Cheat?"

"Oh, but you must know that you can't be the son of a senator, somebody like you couldn't have come from him."

"I don't understand any of this. I just want to go home."

"You don't have a home, you're home is wherever your master is and you don't have one of those yet. Now close you're eyes that sedative should be taking action by now."

Blaine looked in horror down at the bottle of water in his hands, he had thought it tasted bitter, was this why his head felt foggy? Was this why he felt so numb?