Blaine looked down at his bed. Kurt (he called him Kurt in his mind) had left him a new book, and a bar of chocolate and a package of sliced mango. Blaine picked up the book, Harry Potter, he had enjoyed reading these books a few years ago, he wondered why his master would want him to read these but he liked it. When Kurt brought him back none fiction books then he was able to escape for a few hours a day into a different world. A world where he could be somebody different. He picked up the packet of mango and slide it open, he was a good master to look after his slave like this.

He was a good master, if only Blaine had been the slave he wanted. If only he were attracted to Blaine, then Blaine could stay with him for the rest of his life. As it was Blaine had no idea when it would be that Kurt would call the white van to pick him up and whether they would think him worth reselling or if he would go to the incinerator. He didn't want to go to the incinerator, he was still allowed some moments where he could be himself. Sometimes he could imagine himself singing a song or tapping at piano key, sometimes he could be a little of what he used to be, and there was always the books.

He popped the mango in his mouth, it tasted good. He hummed and stripped his bed. Perhaps today he would tell Kurt that he liked the books, that he liked the mango and the chocolate and that he was thankful and wished he could do something for Kurt. But Kurt didn't seem to want the things Blaine was trained for. If he was not worried about the length of his life then it would be nice that he hadn't been touched, his body hadn't ached in months.

He nodded to his masters friend Sebastian as he passed through the hallway to strip Kurt's bed. He didn't like the boy, he reminded him of the trainers, why would a good master like Kurt be friends with somebody who would not be out of place in the punishment rooms?

As Blaine bent down to pull up the corners of the sheet he heard a whistle. He straightened, his muscles clenched automatically, he knew what was going to happen. He turned to face Sebastian, squirrel, he thought, he looks like a rabid squirrel.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Kurt's best friend you know."

Blaine nodded.

"We share lots of things."

Blaine nodded, his mouth going dry, that wouldn't help either but it had been so long.

Sebastian took a few steps forward, he looked Blaine up and down. He saw the tenting in Sebastian's pants.

"You want to keep your master happy, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You're master wants me to share you with me, he wants you to please me to." Sebastian was mere inches from him now, he put his hands on Blaine's cheek, an almost tender gesture but it repulsed Blaine.

"On your knees Blaine."
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Kurt knew something was up the second that he opened the door. He headed to the kitchen leaving Finn stood in the doorway puzzled about why he was moving so fast.

"He must be watching a film in my room." He said to himself. He ran upstairs and threw open his door.

It took his brain a while to process what his eyes were seeing.

Sebastian had his head thrown back, he was moaning in a way that Kurt hoped he would be able to forget but knew he wouldn't. Blaine was on his knees in front of him. Sebastian's pants were down to his knees and Blaine's lips wrapped around a part of Sebastian's anatomy he had never wanted to see.

Kurt knew Blaine didn't want it, he just knew. The way Sebastian's hands were wrapped too tightly in Blaine's curls. The way Blaine's eyes were full of unshod tears.

The sight only lasted a few seconds, Sebastian swore and Kurt looked away as there was a flash of movement and when he's eyes were back on Kurt he had a smirk on his face.

"Well, hello Kurt. He's good, isn't he?"

"Get out." Kurt said quietly, his voice shaking with more anger than he had felt in his life.

"What? Oh, come on Kurt, he's a slave. Give me a break. It's all he's good for."

"GET OUT SEBASTIAN OR I SWEAR!"

"What's going on?" Finn asked from the top of the stairs.

Kurt pointed to Sebastian and Blaine.

"He.. he.. he's taking advantage of Blaine."

"Taking advantage?"

Finn sounded confused.

"Leave!" Kurt shouted again.

This time Finn seemed to click on.

"Hey, you better leave before I throw you out."

"Alright, alright I'm leaving but you're being ridiculous Kurt. Didn't you're Mom tell you it's nice to share?"

"Low blow Dude." Finn said pushing Sebastian on the shoulder.

Kurt watched his step brother march his best friend out of the room. He knew that he would never forgive Sebastian, how had he been so blind, how had he not noticed that Sebastian had such a strong support of the slave movement. How could he have used somebody like that? How could he use Blaine like that, he was a victim and was sweet and gentle from what Kurt could tell.

Sooner or later though Kurt had to stop thinking about how mad he was with Sebastian and look towards Blaine. He was still knelt on the floor staring up at Kurt.

"I made you angry." Blaine actually sounded sad.

"Sebastian made me angry."

"I did something wrong."

Kurt sighed and collapsed on his bed.

"Blaine, what happened?"

Blaine looked confused for a moment.

"Sebastian told me that you wanted me to serve him."

"I didn't Blaine, why don't you understand? Your body is your own."

"What is my punishment?"

"Just go to your room." Kurt said feeling too angry to deal properly with Blaine. He laid down on his bed and let himself cry over his mistake with Sebastian.
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The knock on his door came as a surprise. He startled awake and looked at the clock, he hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep, his eyes felt tired with all the crying he had been doing.

"Come in."

He sighed and adverted his eyes when a naked Blaine walked into his room.

"Sir, will you be wanting my company tonight?"

Kurt sighed and pulled himself up on to the bed, he might feel tired and a little heartbroken but he had to deal with what had happened at some point.

"Blaine sit down." He said patting the bed beside him.

Blaine sat down and Kurt passed him one of his pillows, Blaine took it with a raised eyebrow before using it to cover his lap.

"Why do you come here every night?"

"To ask you if you wish to have sex with me?"

"Why do you want me to?"

"Sir? It is pleasant is it not?"

"I wouldn't know, is that why?" Kurt asked wondering if Blaine was actually a sex fiend of some sort. And if so had he always been like that or had something in his slave training broken him?

Blaine didn't answer, he looked down at his pillow and Kurt got the impression he was thinking hard about something.

"Why did you let Sebastian do that to you today?"

Blaine stayed still.

"Tell me Blaine? Why are you desperate for me to have sex with you?"

"Am I undesirable to you Kurt?"

"No, You're very attractive but I don't want a slave. I want somebody who wants me as much as I want them. I want love."

"Do you know what happens to an unwanted slave. They are put down." Blaine answered quietly.

"You don't want to be put down?"

"I want to live."

"Why, your life seems so miserable?"

"I don't know."

"That's a good thing, you wanting to live." Kurt said.

If he stopped to think about it then it would be heartbreaking. Blaine, fearing for his life and desperate to be used because it was the only way he would survive.

"Is that what you're scared off? You're scared that because I keep turning you down I'm going to send you back?"

Blaine nodded.

Kurt felt his eyes well up with tears again. He put his hand on Blaine's shoulder, it was warm and smooth and trembling under his touch.

"I'm so sorry Blaine, I didn't know. Blaine, trust me, you're safe, you're never going to be hurt here. I'm never going to have you put down."

"I want to stay here."

"Blaine this is your home, you can stay here as long as you want."

As Blaine nodded his head and avoided looking at him Kurt thought about the words he had just said, he wanted to stay here, it was the first time he had ever expressed any kind of personal preference. However long it seemed to betaking, however frustrating it seemed, they must be doing something right.
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Blaine could hear the screaming coming down the corridor. He got out of his little cot and went shivering to the bars in the door. Through them he could see two of the guards tugging at a fighting slave. As he watched he wondered why it was that the slave was fighting so much, didn't he know that would only make it worse, didn't he know they tie him to the rack and whip him? Blaine's body flinched inadvertently, his back still stung from today's practice flogging. His skin was red raw but no blood would be drawn and no scars left until he had been sold to an owner.

Something about the look in the slave's eyes as he got closer awoke a fear in Blaine when he had thought fear had already died from him. He looked around and saw other pale faces in the moonlight looking out from their bars, all of them looked blankly at the struggling slave. He was dragged into a room at the end of the corridor. Blaine had never been in there, he had always been led down to the opposite end of the corridor and out along the maze of passages that connected to it. Once the door was firmly shut silencing the slaves screams Blaine looked across at the pale face of the boy across from him. He was a few years older than Blaine and had been at the training center a little longer. Blaine whispered to him sometime at night but often there was nothing to talk about here. He didn't even know the boys name, but then they didn't have names here, just numbers.

"What's happening?"

"Returned."

"What?"

"He's been returned."

Blaine glanced over at the iron door to the end of the corridor.

"So he has to go through the training again?"

"So he has to go to the incinerator."

"What?"

The face in the bars turned away but his question was answered in the darkness by another voice.

"That's what they do if you're master returns you and you are unsellable, they burn you alive."

In the dead silence of night there was one final scream.