Blaine was the son of a congress man, one Kurt knew was from old money. Before being a slave he must have been brought up with all kinds of advantages. No wonder he had been annoyed when Kurt had questioned if he could read, Blaine's education was probably far superior to his own. He must have been planning for college, he must have had a life full of privilege lined out for him. But what of the down side? He had already shown Kurt he understood the working of politics with little comments. How had he ended up helping his father in the rallies. And with the anti gay campaigns at that? How long had Blane suspected that he was gay? And how had his father homophobia affected that. it must have been horrible to suspect you were something that your parents hated, and scary. Kurt knew how lucky he was to have a father like his and how many other boys had to hide who they were. But to be sold into slavery by your own parents. To be suddenly labelled by people who were supposed to love you as worthless and less than human, with them knowing that he would be beaten mistreated and possibly killed. It made Kurt's stomach heave with just the thought of it.

Then there was the question, the big question. Was it just coincidence that Blaine Anderson the head of the oppositions sold into slavery son. Or was it somehow planed? He knew Blaine had absolutely nothing to do with it, but was it really coincidence that Jim Grange had sent Blaine to them? Of all the slaves that could have been chosen? But if it wasn't then what was his game? He was for slavery and for the separation of gay individuals from society. So how would revealing that the son of one of his own side was a slave help him? Surely they wouldn't want anybody to know that Blaine was gay. Especially when they preached bad genetics and bad parenting being the cause of homosexual tendencies. It was all so confusing.

Kurt flung his book bag in the corner. He really only cared about finding Blaine and he knew that on Fridays the shop often closed early for those guys who had to work on Saturday to get some rest. Sure enough he was sat at the kitchen poring over one of Kurt's science text books. He looked up and gave a small nod to Kurt. It seemed like it was going to be one of those days when he didn't say much. Kurt however had other ideas. Perhaps him being forced to open up last night would make him willing to talk some more and there was still a long list of questions that Kurt had been storing in his mind for close to six months now. He poured two glasses of milk and spread some cookies onto a plate. Then he sat down and waited for Blaine to acknowledge him again. It took a while for the boy to look up from the text book and take a sip of a milk whispering a small thank you as he did so.

"Are you alright?"

Blaine nodded.

"Are you alright talking about it?"

Blaine froze for a second then a little tension fell from his shoulders and he sighed and shrugged.

"Okay, you don't have to. "

They sat in silence for a while sipping at their milk but not touching the cookies. Kurt sighed and looked down.

"Blaine, I've been wondering. If they..kill the salves that are returned to the training center that means I was your first master right?"

Blaine stiffened.

"Haven't you had enough of the truth from me this week?" Blaine snapped going from stillness to sudden aggression.

His eyes were blazing with an intensity Kurt had only seen once before.

"Well excuse me for trying to get to know you." Kurt snapped back defensively. It took a moment for him to calm down. He hadn't wanted to attack Blaine but it had just been a reaction.

"Sorry, I don't mean to snap. I'll leave you alone then."

He said getting up and knowing he'd done more damage.
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They didn't talk all week. Kurt had hoped that the argument between them would just disappear by the next morning but when he had got downstairs Blaine's presence was like a black cloud. Everything about the boy, his lack of eye contact and the square frame of his shoulders and hung head screamed 'don't talk to me'. So Kurt didn't and it seemed that the others in the house could read the same message.

By Sunday it was as if Blaine had regressed. He'd taken extra hours at the garage and the times Kurt did see him he kept his head down and cleaned the house from top to bottom. It was exactly like those first few months again. Like Blaine had closed himself off to everything and every one and was just going on autopilot.

"He's working to exhaust himself." Burt told Kurt on Tuesday night.

"I've seen it before when one of the guys went through a divorce and a nasty custody battle. He's making himself so busy that he can ignore all other thing's going on around him, and he's tiring himself out that by the end of the work day he's to exhausted to think. It's not exactly healthy but if it's what he needs and it doesn't last too long I think we should leave him to it."

"How long is too long?"

Burt shrugged.

"Dad, I don't want us going back on all the progression we've made."

Burt sighed.

"You won't, just leave him be for now and you will know when he's ready to talk."
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Kurt sighed, he missed Blaine. He couldn't concentrate in classes, he had trouble sleeping and half his food got left on the plate. He really missed Blaine. They had not watched t.v. together and they had just been over polite. On Thursday he stayed behind in the library then walked to the choir room sure enough Blaine was sat there at the piano. But he was not playing.

It took Kurt a long moment to work up the courage to speak and when he did his voice shook a little.

"Why aren't you playing?"

Blaine turned around and stared at Kurt.

"I don't feel like it."

Kurt nodded, he didn't know what to say but at least he'd got an answer.

Blaine sighed and looked down, when he looked back up his eyes were a little wet.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you Kurt. I didn't mean to push you away I have felt awful all this week."

"Me too." Kurt said unconsciously stepping nearer to his friend. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too Kurt."

"And I'm sorry I pushed you. Your past doesn't mean anything to me Blaine. You're my friend because of who you are now and that's all that matters."

Blaine nodded and patted the seat next to him. Kurt sat down.

"I want to tell you Kurt. You should know. I mean you say you're my friend but you should know who I am before you make that sort of commitment."

Kurt laid his hand on top of Blaine's .

"I know who you are."

"No, you don't." Blaine said looking up. "You weren't my first master. There are people who want slaves before they've had training. The virgin sales. When I arrived at the training center they sent me out within a day to a man who wanted an unbroken slave. He kept me a few days then I was sent back for training."

Kurt knew that Blaine had been trained as a sex slave, he had seen the book when he had first arrived and he had seen the scars but to have it confirmed in Blaine's voice was heartbreaking. Kurt could barely see through the unshod tears so he gave up and let them fall. He squeezed Blaine's hand tightly.

"You were a virgin?"

Blaine nodded slowly his eyes still looking down at his hand.

"I was before him."

"I am so sorry." Kurt said feeling his heartbreak.

"He, he was.." Blaine shook his head. "I'm sorry Kurt. I can't."

"It's okay."Kurt said putting his hand on Blaine's cheek to make him look at him.

"Thank you. And you're still my friend Blaine." Kurt said.

Blaine gave a weak little smile before Kurt leaned over and wrapped him in his arms knowing it was more for his own comfort than Blaine's. They sat holding each other for a long time till Blaine pulled away.

"The band will be here soon."

"Let's go home."

Kurt reached forward and pulled a curl away from Blaine's eyes, it always annoyed him when the curls hid his expressive eyes.

"Blaine I'm sorry but I have to cut these curls."

Blaine reached up and pulled at them.

"Don't they annoy you?"

"When it was short I had a bad Afro and used to have to slick it back with hair gel. It was awful."

"Okay, but a little trim..." Kurt said in a wheedling voice.

Blaine smiled although a little weakly and looked down.

"Okay. Just a little trim but if I end up with an Afro again I will not be happy."

Kurt laughed a wiped at the tears that were still running down his face.

"Oh just trust me, I used to do my Dad's when he had hair. Don't look so scared the current lack of hair has nothing to do with me."

"Is it genetic?"

Kurt's hand went to his hair.

"Don't be cruel."
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Dear Kurt,

I wasn't able to tell you about what happened, just the barest details. I was raped Kurt, the man, he's not the one I see in my dreams. Maybe one day I will be able to tell you about him. I never knew his name, but he ruined me. He took away all hope I had of ever being loved. He made me dirty.

The room was dark and smelled I was so scared I couldn't think right. He was taller then me, intimidating. He put me in shackles and hung me from the ceiling. I begged him to stop but he liked listening to me beg. He wanted me to scream. I can't explain the pain Kurt, I just kept wanting it to stop but it didn't. It didn't ever stop Kurt. I was there for a few days. I was scared that he would come back and hurt me again and he did several times.

He was sadistic Kurt. He pinned me down and forced himself into me. I was a virgin, I had imagined that my first time would be sweet and romantic. Not that I would be left bleeding and alone and knowing it was going to happen again.

I think about you Kurt. I know that when I was angry I said you wouldn't understand because you were a virgin but you have no idea how much I long for what you have. You have the chance at first love. And I know you will be loved Kurt, I know that somebody pure and untainted like you is going to come and you'll be sweet together and hold each other and you'll give yourselves rather than be taken. I can't even be jealous because you deserve it so much Kurt. Don't throw it all away because of impatience like I was willing to do, don't settle for the first boy who beats his eyelids at you. Wait for somebody who sees how wonderful you are. Wait for somebody who wants you t be happy and will spend their entire life loving you because they know how special you are.
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Kurt's hands pulled at the silky curls. He loved them so much he was almost loath to cut them but they just kept getting in the way of his eyes and Kurt knew they must annoy him.

He cut them very carefully to make sure that even when they curled back up they would be all the same length. He cut those at front short and made it get longer as it went to the back. When he bent in front of Blaine to pull at the locks and check they were the same length Blaine smiled at him. Kurt smiled back and let his hands linger in Blaine's hair and reached to the back of his head to stroke the short hairs at the back of his neck.

"Perfect." He said backing away. "Go look in my mirror."

Blaine nodded and got up as he walked up the stairs Kurt swept the floor knowing that if he didn't Blaine would do so right away.

When Blaine came down he gave Kurt a little smile.

"That's much better thank you."

"You're welcome. What about a movie? I'll make the snacks."

Blaine nodded and looked down at the kitchen floor with a small frown.

"Beat you to it."

Blaine frowned at him and Kurt held back a laugh.

"I pick The Sound Of Music. Will you go start it?"

Blaine nodded and walked away. Kurt hummed to himself as he spread low fat cream cheese on crackers. He started thinking about how comfortable Blaine seemed to be in his company, the way he let Kurt touch him without backing away now. But it was true what his Dad said, they stuck to their comfort areas, films on the sofa. Perhaps they should go out. Tomorrow was Saturday so maybe he could plan something for them to do. He put some Hummus and carrot sticks on the plate and took it out to Blaine who was already settled on the sofa.

Kurt sat down next to him. He reached for he controller but paused and looked over at Blaine. How trapped did he feel here? His slavery keeping him a prisoner unable to leave the town without Kurt for fear of being caught and taken. And Kurt never took him anywhere either too caught up in his own world and friends to think of taking Blaine out anywhere except the mall or music store or bread sticks or the Lima bean. How long had it been since Blaine had been somewhere interesting?

"Dad was right, we do just stay in and watch movies. Let's go out tomorrow, where would you like to go?"

"To the movies." Blaine said.

Kurt laughed.

"Come on, somewhere different. Not the mall or bread sticks."

"You mean out of town?" Blaine said sitting up.

"Yes." Kurt replied smiling widely at his happiness.

"Where though?"

Kurt hadn't thought about where but he had a pretty full bank account from putting extra hours in the shop (because he now had company with Blaine there). Now he found himself talking without thinking, just excited words coming through.

"To the city, we'll see a show. Oh,I guess we'd have to stay over night. Is that alright?" Kurt said getting excited.

Blaine thought about it for a moment.

"It sounds brilliant." He said with a smile.

"I'll go get my laptop and book everything."

An hour later they had sorted a room twin beds (because Blaine would be in trouble if somebody figured out he was a slave and had been allowed his own room). A ticket to see a showing of Les mis, not by a major company but the best that could be managed in Ohio. They had picked out a french restaurant and had talked outfits. All that was left was to clear it with Burt. Kurt knew that part he had to do himself so giving Blaine a quick squeeze of the hand he went out to meet him at the garage. He arrived just as Burt was locking up.

"Kurt." Burt said happily. "It's been a while since you came to meet me."

"There's nothing ready for dinner how about we go pick something up at Bread sticks."

"And talk as we wait." Burt said.

Kurt nodded.

"I'll ride with you I can always walk to work tomorrow."

Kurt nodded and unlocked his door. When he and his father were sat inside the car Burt turned to him.

"As I'm not sure if I'm going to like this conversation how about we start it off now. I don't want to ruin my dinner."

Kurt took a deep breath.

"It's not a big thing. I just wanted to go to the city for the weekend. And stay over night so I can see a show."

"Who with? Mercedes?"

"No Blaine."

Burt froze for a moment.

"Okay. Kurt, I think it's time for the reality check. Though I treat Blaine as an employee and you treat him like a friend or. I don't know. But the rest of the world see's him as a slave and if those wrist bands slip and his tattoos are shown then the both of you will be in an awkward position."

"Dad, we both know that. We'll keep out of trouble and although people might give me the how to treat a slave talk they can't touch him without my permission."

Burt sighed.

"He was cooped up in the house for three months and now barely goes anywhere except the garage. Please Dad."

"I want texts every two hours, yes I know how to look at them and the promise that you will come straight home if there is any trouble. And of course Kurt, be careful."

"I've already said I'll be careful."

"I meant with Blaine."

"I'm not going to hurt Blaine... and he's not going to hurt me either."

"No alcohol."

"I know."

"Good, the last thing I need is two freaked out teenagers."

"Dad, what do you think is going to happen?"

"It was only about two months ago that he was going to your room naked every night. I can tell you as a father that was not something I was comfortable with but I didn't know what I was meant to do about it. You won't be a little boy for ever."

"I haven't been a little boy for a long time."

"Just behave yourself alright?"
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He had a room to himself. A room with a proper bed with silky sheets that kept him warm through the night and a soft carpet that felt like luxury to his feet after months of nothing but cold concrete. His master was kind, he could barely believe his luck. He was supposed to sleep on the floor or in the cellar or in the masters bed when he wanted him. But here he had a bed to himself, here he could sleep for the first time in months without the screaming or the crying or the men coming to play with him late at night.

He would be a good slave to his good master.

On the floor ready for him to pack into draw were clothes. Not uniforms clothes but clothes of all different kinds. And none of them were overtly sexual or revealing. He had even been daring himself, he had even pushed the boundaries. When his master had asked him what he wanted he had picked something out. He had not been punished for his choice.

He was so lucky.

So why was it that of his master was so kind and treated him so well did he not want Blaine to perform?

Blaine looked down at himself. He had not wanted to look at himself in a long time but now it seemed necessary. He did not like what he saw. He had lost too much wait, he was disgusting. He needed to shape back up and be more presentable to his master.

It didn't take him long to plan his tow hour daily exercise routine. And after that first hour though his muscles ached from lack of use he found he felt rather good.