His fingers were doing that thing again. The thing where they tapped the table in a certain pattern, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. It annoyed Kurt, not because of the tapping but because he recognized that tapping, he knew it had some kind or reason but it was just beyond his grasp. The moment Blaine figured out he was being watched he stopped and continued to dust. The dusting was actually annoying, after all the house didn't have enough in it to call for dusting everyday, but Blaine just wouldn't stop. Just like he would;t stop with the windows or the hovering, he seemed to enjoy the baking, his eyes softened a little, which is why Kurt made sure he had the ingredients and took the cookies to his friends at school. He always told Blaine he was a brilliant cook and all his friends really liked his creations but Blaine never did more than nod to let him know he'd heard.

Kurt never turned around when Blaine came to his room anymore, he'd leanrt quickly not to. The moment he heard the door open he told Blaine to go back to his room. He didn't let him talk anymore, the things he said were tempting and even if Blaine did not seem to be making any progress under their kindness and patience he still deserved to be thought of as a person and not as an item.

"You're staring." Kurt jumped at the voice. He had not heard Finn coming in and had not even sensed him leaning over him.

"I wasn't." Kurt said hoping he wasn't blushing.

Finn sat down across from Kurt.

"Pancakes sir." Blaine said putting a plate in front of him.

"Oh,thanks Blaine."

"You didn't have to do that Blaine, sit down and eat yourself."

"Yeah." Finn said standing up to pull out the chair next to Kurt so Blaine wouldn't have the choice to sit anywhere else. Kurt shot him his most catty look.

Blaine sat down with one pancake on his plate. Kurt had noticed that he never ate much, or drunk anything other than water. Though it seemed like enough for him to maintain his weight he must never fill full or satisfied. Kurt made sure he put a piece of fruit in Blaine's bedroom with a note telling him to eat it everyday before he went to class. He brought books home from the school library and left them with a similar note every week. He already knew that Blaine exercised in the morning's as he had walked in on it once but other than clean Kurt had no idea what he did with his day.

"So, Blaine, how are you finding that book I saw Kurt put in your room earlier this week?"

Blaine looked up from his plate.

"I am reading it as instructed."

Kurt stared at him. At least it answered the question of if Blaine could actually read.

"You don't have to read it if you don't want Blaine. It's not an instruction, I just thought..." Kurt stopped, what had he been thinking? He wanted the boy to have some kind of education, even if it was just for books but he hadn't known if he could read, he hadn't known if he'd ever been to school before or if he would understand or even like the book on the first world war Kurt had picked out.

"I thought you might like something to do." He finished numbly.

"You could always play my video games instead." Finn offered.

Kurt held back from rolling his eyes.

"You can do whatever you like." Kurt said. "Or you can ask me for a certain book, or theme. What do you like?"

"Whatever you choose is suitable."

"What did you used to do?" Finn asked.

"Sir?"

"What did you used to do before you came here?"

"I was in training sir."

"Training to be a slave?"

"Yes sir. Everything I need to be a good servant to Master Kurt."

"Right, but where were you before that?"

Blaine shook his head.

"I am a slave. I have no personal history. Nothing belongs to me, everything is my masters."

"But you must have been doing something. You're our age and you must have been a kid at one point."

"Finn stop!" Kurt said angrily. "Blaine might not want to tell us, and he has the right not to."

"Nothing that existed before the training meant anything. It was not the existence I was meant to have, this is what I was meant for."

"Dude, you're speaking in riddles."

"You don't have to try to explain if you don't want Blaine." Kurt said reaching over to take his hand. Blaine might never show that he was sad or afraid but Kurt knew he must need reassurance at some point, he could only guess at what those times were.

Blaine looked down at his plate, for a moment he seemed distant, then his face grew blank again and Kurt knew they would not get anything more from him today than 'yes sir' and 'how can I please you Master'. Kurt dropped his hand and suppressed a sigh.

"Are you and Rachel out tonight Finn? I've got Sebastian coming around tonight."

"Sleepover?"

"You know Dad won't let Sebastian sleepover."

"I don't trust him either, Kurt. As your big brother.."

"I'm two months older."

"Yeah." Finn shrugged. "But I'm bigger. Look, I worry about you. Kurt, you're the bravest person I know but if Sebastian wasn't like you then you wouldn't be friends with him."

"How do you know? Besides, I like having somebody else whose out around." Kurt got up and walked away.

"Have a good day Blaine."

"Yes Sir."

Kurt was waiting by the Lima Bean, he knew Sebastian lived over an hour drive away but being an hour late was still pushing it a little and he wasn't answering his texts. Kurt turned on his heel and went into the shop, he could at least have caffeine to tide him over and if Sebastian hadn't replied to one of his texts in half an hour then he would go home, or maybe go to the mall and pick up Blaine a new sweater. He looked good in those white slacks he had brought him last week. Kurt took the fact that he had worn them twice already as a sign that he liked them,or maybe it was a sign he needed more pants, was he growing? Kurt didn't think he was any taller or rounder than when he had arrived on his doorstep but he had stopped looking to closely.

"Kurt!"

Kurt set his face to the best bitch face and turned in a swift movement to look at Sebastian.

"You're late, and answer your phone once in a while."

"That's not important I have something to tell you."

Kurt paused and looked at the way Sebastian was slightly out of breath though he had drove and his eyes were bright, hair messy. He was clearly excited about something and it was contagious. Kurt decided to forgo the low fat latte until after he found out what was getting Sebastian excited. They went tot heir usual table, it was far at the back in a corner away from the nicer tables where most people would sit. They had chosen it ages ago as a place where they could have private conversations, though it was better to talk about matter concerning their sexuality back home but sometimes conversations slipped without them realizing and they didn't want to put up with the strange looks or victimizing.

"So, what is so important?"

"I found one." Sebastian said leaning across the table.

"One what?" Kurt asked leaning in.

"A closet club."

Kurt immediately sat straight upwards.

"Seb..."

"Kurt, think of it, more people like us."

"No." Kurt said shaking his head. "Not like us. I know how tough things are so I would never judge somebody in the closet it's hard and they have to do what's right for them but those clubs..."

"Those clubs are a blessing. think of it Kurt, how else are we going to meet people."

"No Seb. From what I've heard those places are mostly older men, men with wives and kids. Everybody gets drunk, they use fake names, they... they only go for one thing. I'm sorry Seb, we're not going to meet the love of our lives there."

"Forget love Kurt. Don't you ever want to know what it feels like, we have to pt up with a lot of bullshit just for being who we are, isn't it time we found out what this is all for? Isn't it about time we got our rewards? I'm going crazy Kurt." Sebastian laid back and looked him up and down. "And if you won' give in and do a little sexual experiment with me, then I'm going to have to find someone else before my balls explode."

Kurt shook his head.

"It isn't about sex Seb. It's about who we have the ability to love. I want the romance, I want the butterflies in my stomach and the first shy touches of the hand, I want the mystery of getting to know somebody. I'm going to go get coffee."

"Why are you pissed at me? I couldn't even get in, they carded me. I'm going to have to get a fake I.D."

"Seb you..." Kurt realized he was shouting, he sat back down and lowered his voice to a frantic whisper. "You went there? Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy Kurt, just because I want to be able to have carefree casual sex like every other teenage boy in my class."

"Sex shouldn't be casual, it should be something shared between two people who care about each other. It shouldn't be between people who don;t know each others names, what about the illnesses, that gay plague thingy.."

"HIV? I'm not going to get HIV Kurt."

"They gave it letters? Never mind, I just.. Seb, it will happen. We will meet somebody special, both of us, and no jokes about don't have to settle for empty and meaningless."

Sebastian shook his head at him.

"Time to change the topic. Get me a triple espresso will you."

Kurt sighed and went to join the line. he spent the time waiting to take deep breathes and try to calm down. He and Sebastian were different, they had different opinions, they were going to have arguments but they could still be friends.
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"Hi Blaine." Sebastian was leaning against the counter top as Blaine scrubbed a pan.

"Hello."

Kurt had asked Blaine never to address visitors as sir. It would blow his cover as a visiting nephew of Finn's father. Not that Blaine seemed to care about his cover, Blaine never seemed to care about anything.

"So how are you doing?"

"I am well, thank you for asking."

"Busy day?"

"I have found work to keep me active."

"Did you see that episode of Chance last night?" Sebastian asked with a smile.

"I am sorry, I do not watch television."

"You're so polite and proper" Sebastian said stepping away and looking Blaine up and down.
Blaine looked at him for a long moment then looked at Kurt.

"It is laundry day, do you mind if I enter your room to gather your sheets?"

Kurt opened his mouth to say that he didn't have to do that but then decided he couldn't say anything that might reveal Blaine's identity (what he knew of it) to Sebastian.

"Is he a little homophobic?" Sebastian asked once Blaine had left the room.

"What? No, why do you ask?"

"He doesn't speak to me, thought he might have a problem with me."

"No, he doesn't speak much. He's a bit shy."

"I don't know why your Dad would take in a nephew of Carol's dead husband."

"He's family, he's Finn's cousin and he needed a place to stay."

"I've asked around and he doesn't go to your school, why did you tell me he did? Why did he call you sir last time I was here? Why does he just clean?"

The statements came like punches to Kurt's heart. He felt panicked at the clear stare and crossed arms on Sebastian's face. Kurt knew that Sebastian was aware that something was going on.

"He.. he's just being helpful."

"Kurt what.."

Sebastian's face froze, his mouth open.

"Oh my god! This is just too precious." He laughed and Kurt felt it had the touch of cruelty to it. "You're preaching about love and condemning me because I want to go to closet club and you've gone and got yourself a slave."

"Seb, you can't tell anybody about this." Kurt felt nauseous.

Sebastian laughed.

"You little slut, so what's it like?"

"It's not like that. One of Dad's objectors sent him to me to try and manipulate us, it's complicated."

"He's a sex slave."

"No, I mean, he's not... we haven't.. I wouldn't."

"You have a hot gay sex slave and you haven't even got him to strip off for you, not a little blow, not had him stand in front of you whilst you have a not so private moment?"

"Sebastian! I.. Look.. he's a victim."

"He's a slave, he doesn't have morals, he doesn't have higher thought. How can he be a victim? If he did not have lave training he would be a blight on society, a murderer or rapist."

"You shouldn't listen so much to the propaganda. Blaine has been living here for three months and he has never done anything wrong. He's sweet."

"Sweet, the slave is sweet. Oh god, you're falling for a slave, Kurt, you are ridiculous."

Their conversation was ended when Kurt's phone rang.

"It's Finn." Kurt said before answering.

"Hello."

"Hello."

"Hi Kurt, I have a problem, my car won't start. I'm at Rachel's, will you come pick me up?"

Kurt sighed.

"Sure, on the way."

"No reason to sound so pissed Kurt. I can't help that I'm having car problems."

Kurt hung up, he didn't want to explain why he sounded stressed to Finn. He could apologize when he saw him.

"Sebastian, can we continue this conversation later? I've got to pick Finn up, behave yourself while I'm gone."
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Training

"Open your mouth."

Blaine tried to tilt his head out of the hard grasp on his chin. He locked his teeth as hard as he could.

"Lee." The man in front of him called.
Lee must have been the man to Blaine's side because all he saw before he let out a grunt of pain and all the air left his lungs was a flesh colored flash. As Blaine tried to learn how to breath again fingers filled his mouth and the cold horrible tasting metal contraption Blaine had briefly seen before he was flung to the ground and tied up was shoved into his mouth.

Blaine was trying to swallow without knowing what he was doing, his body was just reacting. The trainer in front of him was turning a metal key on the side of the contraption and his jaw was slowly being wrenched open. It hurt like the blazes, he would have said it was the most unpleasant thing he had ever felt but he knew better.

"Eventually you will learn to suppress your gag reflex without it, and we'll be able to trust you not to bite but until then it's the jaw jaws for you."

Blaine would feel like he couldn't breath a lot for the next few weeks
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