Chapter 1

Blaine walked into McKinley looking as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his back, he hadn't slept at all last night and it showed. He slowly made his way down the hall, stopping to put down the perfectly crafted picnic basket in front of his locker. Slam.

"That's what you get, punk" laughed Karofsky as he slammed the smaller boy into the nearest locker. "Heard you're going to be in the little auction today, don't know why you'd even bother, no one is ever going to bid on a scrawny, gay, loser like you. You might as well give up already faggot." Karofsky turned to face the group of laughing boys in identical lettermen jackets, giving a high five to the boy nearest to him.

"Planning on actually bidding this year Karofsky? You've never bid on any of the girls before but I see that was just because you've been waiting for something with a little more...well with a little more cock." said a voice behind Blaine.

"Shut up Hummel before I pound your face in." said Karofsky quickly taking his eyes off of Blaine to glare at the boy who had just spoken.

"I think you've got this a little backwards baby, it'll be you taking the pounding right up the ass and you'll be screaming out my name when you co-"

"Shut the fuck up Hummel before I come after you."

"Oh so you do want to fuck? Well in that case..." Kurt trailed off suggestively.

"If you don't shut up now I will ki-" Karofsky sputtered.

"You'll what?" Kurt said flashing something that looked vaguely like a Swiss-army knife, causing the other boys to move back a step.

"Let's just go man. You know Beiste said if we got in another fight this week we're not allowed to play in the game on Friday." Azimo muttered, pulling Kurofsky away from the two boys and down the hallway.

"Well I guess it's just me and you now babe," whispered Kurt into Blaine's ear, wrapping his arm around the smaller boy's waist. "If you can't think of any way to thank me I have a few ideas and I know a place were we can be alone, if you know what I mean"

While this whole transaction had occurred Blaine had stood almost frozen, hoping to go unnoticed, but when the taller boy placed his arms around him, the younger boy jumped out of his daze. Quickly slipping out of the other boys arms, Blaine turned to get a look at the boy who had saved him from the football players and was startled by what he saw. A tall, pale boy with piercing blue eyes stared back at him with a smirk on his lips. Blaine's eyes raked over the other boy's body taking in the boy's tight, white shirt under a beat up leather jacket and the even tighter pair of jeans the other boy wore that left very little to the imagination.

"Like what you see?" the boy smirked, eyes shinning as he watched the younger boy's face turn red. He took a step closer to Blaine, turning so his lips were almost touching Blaine's ear. "I wasn't joking about the thank you. You seem a little tense and I can think of a few ways to relieve that tension and have a little fun at the same time," Kurt said placing a featherlike touch on the bulge forming in the younger boy's pants. "Don't tell me you don't want it, I can tell that you're already getting excited as we speak."

"Yes. I mean, no. I mean, maybe. Um i should probably go" Blaine said quickly as he reached down to pick up the picnic basket and adjusted himself. Turning, Blaine almost ran down the hallway and into the room labeled "Basket Boys."

This couldn't be happening, Blaine thought as one of the mothers in the room fussed with his bowtie, trying to straighten it. He didn't even want to take part in this stupid auction, his mom had only signed him up in order to appease his dad, as if having girls bid to have a picnic lunch with him would somehow turn him straight. Based on the events of this morning and the red hue still clearly visible on Blaine's cheeks, that was definitely not going to happen. If anything, this auction would just result in further humiliation for Blaine when his name was called and no one placed a bid on Blaine and his picnic lunch.

"Excuse me, may we please have all the Basket Boys go and sit in the front row of the auditorium?" squeaked one of the office ladies with snow white hair. All the boys in the room in the room stood up and followed little old lady into the auditorium. Blaine could feel the eyes of the rest of the school seated behind him as he sat down. He did not want to be here.

One by one each of the boys names were called up to be bid on until Blaine was the only boy left sitting in the front row of the McKinley High School Auditorium.

"Our last boy today is Blaine Anderson" the MC said as a mother ushered Blaine up to the stage, tripping on his way up the steps. "Blaine Anderson is a member of the McKinley High Glee Club and his favorite artists include Katy Perry and Pink. When not singing, Mr. Anderson can be found outside writing poetry or just enjoying nature. Mr. Anderson has brought a lovely lunch consisting of greek salad, pastrami sandwiches, a fruit salad, and a double chocolate chip cookie desert. This is quite the catch girls, just look at how dapper Mr. Anderson is! Shall we start the bidding at fifteen dollars? Fifteen dollars anyone?"

The auditorium was completely silent.

"Fifteen dollars anyone?"

Silence.

"Ten dollars anyone?"

Blaine wanted to die.

"Anyone?"

"Ten dollars!" shouted a short brunette near the front. Thank God for Rachel Berry, thought Blaine. At least now he could walk off the stage and end this humiliation. Turning towards the exit, Blaine started to make his way off the stage.

"Ten dollars. Going once, twice, so-"

"Eight hundred dollars" said a voice in the back. Blaine stopped in his tracks and tried to look out into the house of the auditorium to see who had placed the bid, but his sensitive eyes were blinded by the bright lights. That was the highest bid today the students whispered to one another. Besides, who would ever bid on Blaine Anderson?

"Did i hear something from the back?" the MC asked incredulously. "Did someone say eight hundred dollars?"

"Yes" the voice replied simply.

"Well...um...I...Come on up and collect your basket boy," said the MC, not even asking if anyone else wanted to bid on the boy.

Blaine froze as he saw a familiar boy in a beat up leather jacket saunter up to the stage. The boy walked up to Blaine, once again wrapping his arms around the smaller boys waist, and lead him to wings of the stage. Placing his lips against Blaine's ear the taller boy whispered something to Blaine that caused the hairs on the younger boys neck to stand up and forced him to stifle a moan.

"Looks like you're mine now babe. How about we go have some fun?"