The things worth fighting for chapter five.

"This looks good." Kurt said holding up a plain black dress shirt. "What do you think?

"Yes sir."

Kurt sighed and hung it back up.

"Blaine." He said in frustration. "Clothes are important, they are a way of expressing yourself, so pick something and express yourself."

"Masters choose a Slaves uniform."

Kurt looked around him and frowned at the interfering old lady who had looked up at the mention of the word slave. She narrowed her eyes at him but he gave her the best bitch stare possible and she moved away.

"Blaine, You're not wearing a uniform. I mean, you will wear clothes but I want you to pick them. You need at least a few pairs of clothes today to last you until we can go shoping again. And please, don't call me Master here, I don;t want to answer the sort of questions that would raise."

Blaine listened closely.

"Yes." He said slowly. Kurt smiled, he had got Blaine to drop the master title and it felt good even if it was just for a little while.

"Now, what would you like to wear, you can choose anything, except the pink, I don;t think it'll suit you. Oh, and stay away from Orange and anything with a sport motif."

Blaine blinked a couple of times and then reached over and took the nearest item of clothing off the hangers. It was a plain black polo neck. Kurt took it, it was Blaine's size, it was cheap but well made, plain, but Blaine had chosen it. He may not have looked at it before picking it off the hanger but Kurt was not going to go back on his word, he put it into his basket.

"Good, we need at least three more tops, perhaps a sweater as the weathers staring to change, shoes, pants and underwear."

Blaine nodded. He looked back at the rack where he had got the black polo shirt, he took three more down and handed them to Kurt. Kurt sighed.

"Blaine, pick some different colors. If you're going to have a small wardrobe it has to be a varied one."

Blaine stared without expression.

"Okay." Kurt sighed. "How about you choose some pants to go with this, add a splash of color."

Blaine looked around, then before Kurt could figure out what was happening Blaine was headinng off across the shop. Kurt ran after him.

"Blaine! Where are you going?"

He stopped by a sales rack and pulled on a pair of jeans, they were bright red.

Kurt blinked a couple of times, they were a little out there but Kurt appreciate brave fashion choices. And it was a choice, that was the most important thing, Blaine had chosen something and it was something that showed a splash of personality.
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"So.."Burt said as Kurt came through the door carrying two full bags. "Did you actually get anything for Blaine or is that all yours."

"It's all Blaine's. Grey cardigan, trainers, two checked shirts, two polos, underwear, jeans and sweats and a rain coat."

Burt looked a little shocked for a few seconds. "You went shopping and didn't buy anything. I'm impressed."

"Did you pick up anything for your room?" Carole asked Blaine with a smile.

Kurt sent her a look and shook his head. The red jeans had been a moment of decision that had not been repeated. Kurt had taken Blaine around all the shops and the only other reaction he had gotten out of Blaine other than a 'thank you sir' at the purchase of the jeans had been a nod towards the grey cardigan rather then the navy one when Kurt had asked. He had then taken Blaine to a furnishing store to look at things to decorate his room but Blaine had never shown any interest.

"Well, I'm sure we'll find something to liven it up a little bit eventually." Carole said kindly.
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Kurt was pulling clothes out of his closet. Blaine had not picked out many clothes today and Kurt didn't want to have to do exactly the same thing tomorrow or the day after. It was not an enjoyable experience and he did not like the idea that a day shopping had been hard work. He heard the knock at his door as he was holding up a jacket trying to decide whether it would fit Blaine. He was shorter than Kurt but broader around the shoulders.

"Who is it?"

"Blaine sir."

"Perfect, I need you come in."

He heard the door open.

"I was trying to figure out if this would fit you, It's Alexander McQueen, out of season but some items just don;t go out of fashion. If only it still fit me."

Kurt turned around and dropped the Alexander McQueen, along with his jaw. For the second time in as many days Blaine was stood naked in front of him. Kurt was struck again by the fact that he was beautiful, he had never known that another man would be so beautiful to him, he knew he was gay, he knew that he liked men, he liked the sharp angle of a jaw and the line between broad shoulders and slim waist. The calf muscles jutting out when running. What he had never expected was the hips.. the nipples, the... he couldn't be thinking this. It was wrong, he could not look that way at that poor boy, he had been taken advantage of so many times.

"Blaine, why.. why aren't you wearing clothes?"

"I am presenting myself to you Master."

"Um, yeah, you're definitely presenting." Kurt said turning around, he just could not keep his eyes on Blaine's for very long.

"Where would you like me master?"

Kurt took a deep breath.

"Perhaps I should start by blowing you?" It was said in a conversational tone.

"Leave." Kurt snapped, the words coming out harshly as he tried to stop any images that came with that sentence.

"Master?"

"Leave."

"Have I done something wrong?"

Was that a note of worry in his voice? Kurt took a deep breath.

"I don't want your services, thank you." He said folding the jacket back up and putting it in the cupboard.

He heard the door close again. He hated the fact that his pants had tightened significantly in the last two minutes. He felt bad thinking about Blaine in that way. He closed his eyes and just hoped that his heart would stop beating so fast and that he would start to be able to breath and his blood would start heading back upwards soon. The door opened again.

"Blaine, just go to bed."

"Uh.. Kurt are you okay, I just saw, well, never mind what I just saw."

Kurt turned slightly at his fathers words but reminded himself of his predicament at the last moment and saved himself some embarrassment.

"It's fine Dad, I handled it."

"Okay." He shifted his weight slightly in an uncomfortable way.

"Kurt, I know you don't have many chances to meet other boys like you."

"Gay boys."

"Yes, gay boys. Kurt, I'm just worried about you."

"You were worried when I meet Sebastian."

"Yeah, but then I realized you had better tastes than that, I mean in.. in partners, though not in friends apparently."

"Are we on Sebastian again? Really he's not as bad as he seems."

"Nobody could be as bad as he seems."

" And do you really think Blaine's a better choice?"

"No, Kurt, what I'm trying to say is don't get caught up. There's nothing romantic about what he's been through. You can try to help and you wouldn't be you if you didn't but don't get to caught up in it Kurt."

"Aren't you trying to outlaw slavery, isn't that being caught up."

"That's me Kurt, you're you. You have your own future don't get distracted."

"I won't Dad."

"Good, well, goodnight Kurt."

"Goodnight Dad."
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His dark eyes were distant. He was washing dishes but Kurt could tell his mind was not there. Kurt wondered what he was thinking about, what did Blaine think about? He had been living with them for just over a week now, he only talked to answer yes to every question,he called Kurt master, he did housework when nobody was looking, he presented himself naked in Kurt's bedroom every night asking permission to blow him. But in quiet moments like this when he thought nobody was watching him there were flickers of emotion on his face, his lips moved silently as if he was speaking but Kurt didn't know what he was saying and the second Kurt moved slightly the plump and gorgeous moving lips would stop.

He literally shook himself to stop thinking about Blaine. He should not be looking at the boy like this, he was a complete stranger to him, he didn't know where he was coming from or what he had gone through. He didn't even know his second name.

"Danm." Kurt looked across at his father as he squinted at the laptop.

"What happened to no cells or laptops at the table?"

"Sorry Kurt, some of these senators are nothing more than high school bullies who never grew up. "

"Grange again?" Kurt asked lowering his voice and shooting a worried look at
Blaine.

"No. Anderson, he's the biggest op poser to the gay rights movement. He's the one that shoots down any suggestion Alan, Dan and I put forward. He's become worse lately, he's in the middle of a divorce and it looks like she took his son, apparently he used to take this boy to all his rallies. I might not like the guy, I might disagree with his policies but it must be difficult for him to lose contact with his son."

There was a clatter behind them. Kurt turned to see Blaine stood there pale and shaking. There was emotion on his face, it was such a shame it was sheer terror. Kurt was up in seconds, he touched Blaine's shoulder gently.

"It's okay Blaine, it's just a plate."

"I'm sorry master." Blaine said turning from him and running from the room.

Kurt saw the tears running down his cheeks just before he disappeared from view. He felt his own eyes fill.

"Kurt?"

"He's so scared, just from a broken plate."

"Go out."

"What?"

"The minute he's back in control of himself he's going to present himself for punishment, let me deal with it. I've let you deal with too much alone lately."

"I know you have to be away a lot Dad, what you're doing is important and I'm proud of you."

"Still, go out. Go to the cinema, I might regret saying this but take my credit card and go shopping with Mercedes. Have some time to complain about college applications and boys and homework instead of the abolition of the slave trade and the gay rights movement. Have a day to just be a teenager."

"Well, if you're paying, how could I say no."
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"Number 119, isn't it?"

Blaine stared up into Garrison's eyes with complete hatred.

"Blaine." He answered.

The sharp sting around his face was felt long before Blaine caught onto the fact that he had just been hit.

"You shouldn't talk back, you've been through the virgin sales, it's now time for training, so get to spank that cute ass as well as tap it."

Blaine had to bite his lip to keep from telling him to go to hell.

"So, how did you find it?"

Blaine stared at him. Was the man really asking if he'd like being raped?

"Answer." There was a note of threat in his voice.

"It sucked."

Garrison laughed.

"Sarcasm, you're a strong one. I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

"That's what that bastard said, but if he didn't manage it why do you think you would."

He was expecting the slap this time, the punches to his stomach were unexpected. As were the kicks to his ribs. He closed his eyes and just waited for the pain to stop.

But it didn't stop. It seemed that Garrison's anger turned into something else, Blaine's skin was ripped at by sharp fingernails, teeth, the blunt aching intrusion, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, his own sobs when he finally could not back the pain any longer. He was broken, he wondered how Garrison thought he could be broken any more, with every movement inside him he could feel pieces of himself braking away. He was losing himself, he was losing who he was.