Summary: The year is 2020. The government decided to enslave every boy with aboypussy. These victims are called ‘toys’ by the society and have no human rights anymore.
Although there have been a few uprisings by parts of the population is the mainstream keen on the situation and all the toy auctions.
Unfortunately is Kurt Hummel one of these people and Sebastian Smythe purchases him. Living with Sebastian is strange and not what Kurt had expected.
Not at all.
warnings: slavery, non-con elements (duh), angst, bp!Kurt, attempted rape - lol Blaine
Kurt felt very uncomfortable at both airports. In LA and in Lima. He wore a scarf but they had to show their passes and his collar so often. More than he could stand.
They arrived Lima in the morning of the new week when the sun hadn't set yet and while Kurt was asking Sebastian whether they wanted to go by taxi, he saw his dad standing outside on the parking.
"Oh God!", Kurt screamed, dropped his back and ran to his dad. "Dad, Dad, oh my God!"
"Hi, son!", Burt laughed and hugged Kurt so tight he had the feeling to suffocate.
"Dad, I missed you so much ..." Kurt started to cry when he held his father in his arms. It had been months since he saw him the last time.
"I missed you too, Kurt," Burt whispered. "So much."
Burt raised his gaze and saw Sebastian walking to them, holding their two bags.
"What about him? He said he hurt you?", Burt asked solicitously and pushed Kurt away, holding his shoulders tight.
"It's okay now," Kurt replied weakly and rubbed his watery eyes.
"You shouldn't forgive these people, Kurt. You should never forgive people who use the weakness of someone."
Sebastian reached them and stood nervously in front of Kurt's dad, reaching out his hand.
"Hello," he said, but didn't take his hand, he just laid his arm around Kurt, judging the man in front of him.
"Dad," Kurt whispered and pinched his arm lightly, but yet he didn't give his hand to Sebastian.
"Are you hungry? You look so pale and you lost some weight again!", he said to his son, ignoring Sebastian completely.
"I'm fine. I think we're just tired," he said and looked to Sebastian whose eyes stared to the ground and Kurt felt kinda sad about that. "What about you Sebastian? Are you hungry?"
"No. I just need some sleep."
"Fine," Kurt mumbled and pressed himself against his dad.
Sebastian felt out of place like never before.
Not exactly like never before.
He felt out of place like when he was in High School.
Not only that Kurt was with his family now, being in Lima reminded Sebastian of his own dad. And that made him feel sick.
"Seriously?", Sebastian asked when he walked into the kitchen in the morning and saw that there were only two plates on the laid table. It was the day after he and his dad spoke about his boyfriend and Sebastian being gay.
His Dad and his older brother stayed both silent and Sebastian felt tears in his eyes. It was five months since his mother was dead. But he still couldn't believe it. He could never get used to the feeling of walking around in the house and finding her nowhere. Neither could he live with the knowledge that his sister went to college and he was alone amongst these two people. He had never felt like these two had been his family. What had been is family was now under the ground and miles away.
"Fine!", he hissed, picked an apple and left the house, heading to school.
They ignored him for weeks, until Sebastian and his boyfriend broke up.
He would've never wanted to be without him, but Alexander just said: "You're cute, really. But you're always so depressed and it's not my fault that they ignore you. It annoys me when you always talk about that shit! You are a little whiny boy and I'm not into that. I'm not your comment box. It's over."
"I want to change schools", he said a few months later when they had stopped ignoring him. "I want to go to Dalton. It's a private school, a boarding school."
"Are you mad? Who should pay for that shit?"
"You do", he told his father, but he just laughed, John too and Sebastian bit his lips. "It's a school just for boys."
His dad crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked up and down his body.
"That you can continue with choosing a sinful life?"
"Exactly. I will have boyfriends and I will hold their hands whenever I want to. Since you seem to mind when I do that in public, so that our neighbors start to talk about us, you should be happy about me wanting to go to Dalton."
His dad puckered his brows and saw to his other son who shrugged his shoulders and nodded.
"I can bang as many guys as I want to and no one will ever know about that. I won't bring disgrace on you."
"Why don't you find yourself just a nice girlfriend?"
"That's no topic I'm gonna discuss with you. You either pay for Dalton or I'mma walk around with every gay guy who is in this city. I'm gonna find them and make them walk around with me in public. I will have a new boyfriend every week and-"
"I got it", his dad said and sighed. "You're a little piece of faggy shit."
"Yes. If I don't have to see you anymore."
"You can sleep on the couch," Burt told Sebastian and went upstairs with Kurt who smiled and waved at Sebastian.
"Thanks," Sebastian mumbled to himself and laid down. He didn't even dare to take a blanket or anything.
This wasn't his home, he knew he wasn't welcome and just wanted to disappear.
Sebastian stared at the ceiling while the room became brighter and brighter as the sun rose. He had no clue how many hours he was lying like this when he heard footsteps walking downstairs.
"Not sleeping?", Kurt asked and sat down close to him.
"I'm afraid your dad kills me in my sleep," he answered and Kurt laughed.
Kurt blinked and sighed sadly.
"Give him time. He just wants to protect me."
"Why such a long face?", Kurt tried to cheer him up, but Sebastian just sighed.
"That's my merkat face. I was born with it."
Kurt laughed again, bent down to him and stroked his cheek hesitantly.
"It doesn't even look that bad."
"Stop with whatever you're doing," Sebastian retorted and slapped Kurt's hand away. "You don't need to cheer me up or anything. Have you forgotten what I did to you?"
"Well, right now I remember that you called the police and protected me from Blaine who, by the way, threw the red roses away."
Sebastian raised both brows.
"Red roses? The premiere?"
"I asked him and he said that he threw them away."
"Yeah, well. That's not important anyway."
Kurt gripped Sebastian at his shoulders and sat him up.
"You mean you sent me red roses at the premiere of my Broadway Show and it's not important? THANKS."
"T-that's not what I meant."
"What do you mean then, Sebastian?", Kurt asked and puckered his brows. "He said you wrote something about Craigslist?"
Sebastian laughed and scratched his neck.
"Yeah, well, I tried to be funny."
"What did your message say? I'm dying to know ... really."
"Please", Kurt begged and Sebastian scanned his pale skin and sighed again.
"And that I hoped the flowers didn't smell like Craigslist as well. I didn't sign with my name and thought that you'd call me if you remember that you said that. And I was thinking that you forgot me and had no clue what a weird person meant with that."
Kurt lowered his head and smiled in thougths.
"That was nice," he whispered and slid closer to him. "I didn't forget all the good stuff I said when we had our duels in the Lima Bean."
Sebastian smiled too and laid one hand on Kurt's upper arm.
"I won our duels though", Kurt mumbled and made Sebastian laugh.
Sebastian didn't say more. He just relaxed when Kurt stared at him with that look in his eyes. He tilted his head up, ready when Kurt moved closer and closed his eyes, wanting to kiss him.
"So you're awake," Burt interrupted them and Sebastian bit his lips while Kurt started to blush and looked to the ground.
"I didn't sleep at all," Sebastian answered and watched how Kurt slowly slid away from him. "I was afraid of you."
Burt laughed and sat into the armchair.
"I was thinking about killing you, to be honest. But I don't kill people usually."
"I go upstairs," Kurt whispered and for a second he wanted to ask whether Sebastian wanted to come with him too, but he just blushed more and left them quickly.
Sebastian let himself fall back into the couch again and closed his eyes, trying to forget the knowledge that Kurt's dad was staring at him.
"You're dead if you hurt him again," Burt said with a calm voice and Sebastian opened his eyes.
"I don't plan to hurt him."
"Some days I really don't understand him and his choices. Why would he kiss you?"
Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and turned his face to Burt.
"Maybe I'm not as bad as you think."
"Maybe Kurt is again the poor child who doesn't get that the guy he likes is bad."
"Maybe Kurt found the right one."
"The right one? You think you are the right one for my son?"
Sebastian slapped his forehead and closed his eyes again, slightly blushing.
"No – I – I'm tired. I don't know what I'm saying."
"Because you wanted to sleep with Blaine back then ..."
"Why don't you get your girlfriend back?", Sebastian asked Burt who laughed.
"Carole will soon be back. We can't survive our break-ups for long. And that doesn't distract me from you being in a weird relationship with my son."
"Okay, old man, what do you want to hear?", Sebastian asked and rubbed his tired eyes. "That I spanked him? That I tied him up and humiliated him? That I touched him where he never wanted me to touch him? Do you want me to say that I did it because I like him? Okay fine, yeah. He doesn't like me back. I know that every single smile he will give to me from now on will be because I protected him from his horrible abusive ex. Every time he will try to kiss me, he will do it because he confuses attraction and gratefulness. I know that. Will I use that for me? I try to resist, but I'm very weak."
Burt furrowed his brow and sighed.
"Just don't hurt him again. This whole situation is hard enough for him. You know how people like you struggled for years to be accepted as equal and now these laws ..."
"Yeah," Sebastian agreed, "I'll try to be good."
"Bas, hey, wake up!", a beautiful voice whispered and Sebastian opened his eyes. He saw Kurt smiling at him and rubbed his eyes.
"Bas? Since when do you call me like that?"
"Since now. Wake up! Dad and me cooked dinner."
It was weird sitting with Kurt and his Dad at a big laid table. But Sebastian was even more confused when he saw the fourth plate.
"Carole comes as well," Kurt explained as if he could read Sebastian's thoughts. "I called her and told her that I'm here."
He barely ended his sentence when the door bell rang.
"I'm going," he said cheerfully and jumped up. Sebastian puckered his brows and cleared his throat. He had more and more the feeling that he didn't belong here.
That he was disturbing a family.
"Kurt, you look horrible!", Carole said and Kurt laughed when he guided her into the living room.
"Thanks! I love to hear that!"
"What's that thing around your neck? Looks like one of these tings that – Oh God, NO!?"
Kurt held his breath. He forgot to wear a scarf and could slap himself for that.
They entered the living room and Carole looked up and down Sebastian's body.
"Isn't that the guy who tried to blind you with a slushie?"
Sebastian turned pale and lowered his head, biting his lips.
"And he b-bought you? That's horrible. I hope you go to hell you bas-"
"Carole!", Kurt yelled at her. "Don't be like that. You know nothing."
Sebastian stood up and walked into the bathroom without a word.
"He is a friend. And you insulted him!", Kurt nagged, shook his head and ran after Sebastian.
Carole looked to Burt and pressed her lips together.
"It looks like our Kurt has fallen for the devil again," Burt said with a wobbly voice and stared to the hallway.
Sebastian was sitting on the rim of the bathtub, his hands in front of his eyes.
"Hey," Kurt whispered and sat next to him, "Don't tell me what she said affected you?"
"Of course not," Sebastian sobbed and Kurt felt even more horrible. "Why would that affect me?"
"I don't belong here. You're here with your family and I'm just the guy who sexually assaulted you. Who humiliated and-"
"I can't even hold it against them," he muttered and took his hands from his face away. Only now saw Kurt his tear stained face.
"Hey," Kurt laid his hand on Sebastian's back and felt how tense he was, "they don't know our story yet."
"There is no story. There is a victim and an offender."
Kurt sighed and stroke up and down Sebastian's spine.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I refuse to be a victim."
Sebastian let his head sink down and sniveled again, shaking his head.
"And stop calling me like that," he hissed and stood up, leaving Kurt there with a confused expression. "It implies that we are friends or something."
Kurt winced at Sebastian's words and bit down on his lower lip.
"I never wanted to be your friend," Sebastian explained and although he realized that Kurt didn't get what he meant, he left the room and moments later the house.
"Eat, Kurt. You are so pale-"
"How would that change if I ate?"
"Carole is right. You need to eat something!"
"I feel terrible," Kurt whispered and turned his back to Carole and Burt who were standing in front of his bed.
"Son," Burt sighed and sat on the mattress, "you don't need to feel bad if Sebastian felt uncomfortable being around people who actually care about you while he was hurting you."
Kurt pulled the blanket over his head and Burt stroked his shoulder.
"Do you want me to make a hot chocolate? We could have some and watch Hello Dolly, or any other weird Musical ..."
"He said that we aren't friends."
Burt squeezed his shoulder and looked to Carole who took Burt's hand, smiling encouragingly at him.
"And that's bad because ...?"
"Because I thought we were friends!", Kurt yelled and sat up, looking at them with swollen eyes. "And yet again a person who I thought would like me-"
"Why do you think he doesn't like you?", Burt asked and hated himself for what he was doing. He hated that Kurt was so sad because this asshole left. Burt himself was happy when he took his jacket, a bag and ran out of his house. But watching his son suffer was a thing Burt couldn't endure.
"Maybe he wants ... a more-than-friends-thing."
Kurt puckered his brows for a moment and raised them then.
"Ohhhh ... I-I need to find him," he meant and jumped up, but his father held his shoulders.
"God, Kurt. For how long do you know him?"
"Um ... Almost ten years-"
"Wrong. You've seen him in High School a few times and know him for five days. And in the time you met him, has he ever said or done anything that was nice? Has he ever treated you the way you deserve?"
Kurt smiled sadly and stroked his father's shoulders.
"Dad, I know that you blame yourself for watching how Blaine treated me the way he did. But -" Kurt lowered his head and took a deep breath, "Sebastian's not Blaine."
Burt furrowed his brow and left hold of his son's shoulders.
"I'm so scared he hurts you ... again."
Kurt looked to his dad and smiled.
"I'm tired of letting people hurt me."
"We'll honey, that's the last Hotel. What if he isn't in there?", Carole asked and looked back to Kurt who sat on the backseat as Burt drove the car.
"He has to be somewhere, right?"
"That somewhere doesn't have to be near you", Burt whispered and Kurt gave him a warning gaze.
"I'm just trying to invite him properly. I don't know-"
"And how does this look like? Kurt you don't owe him anything," Burt said as he stopped the car in front of the Hotel.
"Why do you chase after him then?"
Kurt panted with rage and opened the door of the car.
"Because the people who are my family insulted them. They made him feel bad how I used to feel and you know how much I hate bullying. Hurting people who hurt others won't help anyone."
"I would be happy if he was in jail-"
"Just wait here. Both of you", Kurt hissed. "And if he comes back, you will be the nice persons I know you are."
Kurt stepped into the big fancy Hotel and felt kinda uneasy, so dirty and inappropriately dressed that he blushed a bit. But it was much better now, after five other Hotels.
He stepped to the reception desk and didn't wonder that he was the only person here. It was pretty late.
"Excuse me", he said to the guy behind the desk who was standing with his back to him.
"Welcome to the Lima Ho – Kurt?", David Karofsky said and started to smile. "Oh my God! How are you? You look terrible!"
Kurt held his breath. Yet another weird situation he didn't want to go through.
"Hi, David. I'm not that terrible as I look like."
"No, I didn't mean that you look terrible. Well, you do – you look so pale. And you are so thin."
He sighed and raised both brows.
"I – I'm fine, really", he said and finally smiled back. In High School, after David had tried to kill himself, Kurt and he became close friends. And looking at him made Kurt pretty sad. He realized that he missed him.
He missed so many parts of his old life.
"I'm good, really. I have this nice job here, a cute apartment and actually a nice boyfriend who isn't twenty years older than me."
"That's what I call an improvement!", Kurt laughed and David smiled.
"God Kurt, we need to meet each other and talk. Have dinner together or something."
"Yes, true", Kurt answered and asked himself why within the months when he had been lonely and his 'real' friends didn't give a damn about him, he wasn't even thinking about to call Dave.
Maybe he liked him too much to tell him everything.
He didn't want to bother him and cause him to sink back into his depressions.
"Have you seen Sebastian Smythe during the past hours? Did he check in?"
"You're looking for Sebastian?"
"He is", he replied, but scrutinized Kurt. "Did I miss something?"
"N-no ... which room does he have?"
"I'm not allowed to tell you, Kurt."
"Weird that you weren't here for years ... Sebastian neither. And now you are both back. Strange coincidence", he said and scanned Kurt's expression.
"Yeah, well ... no. We came together."
"We CAME together!", Kurt almost screamed with flushed cheeks and his skin became even darker when he saw David's grinning face.
"I see", he whispered and turned around, walking to the PC.
"Room 334", he mumbled. "I can't give you the keys or anything. I can't promise that he will let you in!"
"Thanks, Dave!", Kurt said, bent over the desk and hugged his former bully. "You're gorgeous."
"I am. And I still don't know why from all your bullies you always choose the ones that aren't me."
Kurt laughed again and made David smile.
Sebastian was lying in the big hotel bed, too lazy to move and just staring at the ceiling. He was thinking of Kurt. Of his pale skin and his blue, innocent eyes, his strong arms, flat stomach and his so tasty vagi-
No, Sebastian told himself. He couldn't think about Kurt in that way. He hated him. And his family hated him too. Because he was an asshole.
"How was your first day in High School?", his mum asked Sebastian when he came home. He didn't say anything and just avoided to look at her when he ran to his room. Without thinking twice, she followed him and found him crying in his bed.
"What happened? Look at me Sebby!"
Sebastian sniveled and turned his head to her. She saw his bloody lip and black eye and pulled him into her arms.
"I – I don't even know their names. They were seniors."
He pulled away from his mother and rubbed his eyes.
"They stole the bag of a guy with glasses and called him mean names while one – one piddled into his bag."
Sebastian sighed and shook his head.
"I went to them and told them to stop, but they laughed at me and hit me. I will never find friends."
"Darling, what you did was very nice and brave", she said proudly and stroked her son's hair.
"Yeah and that brought me a black eye."
"It was right to help the other boy. Maybe you become friends now. And if you just be yourself-"
Sebastian jumped up and walked to the mirror in the floor. He looked at his reflection and at this moment John walked into the house.
"Everyone talks about what a pussy you have been at your first day. Look at you."
"John", their mum warned him, but he just showed her his middle finger.
"You are such a disrespectful person. You can't just be like that to mum-"
John pressed his younger brother against the wall and although Sebastian was struggling, he couldn't free himself when John gripped his chin, pulled his head up and spit on his face.
"John!", the mother yelled and pulled her older son away. "Let your brother be!"
John slapped Sebastian's face and their mum wasn't fast enough to step between them.
"Blah blah blah", he muttered as he walked away.
"Darling-"
"Leave me alone", Sebastian mumbled and ran into his room.
"Oh no", his mum said solicitously and looked Sebastian over. "The second day and you look like ... well, like that! Who was this?"
"You know what? Let me be! You remember the guy I helped yesterday? He watched how they beat me up. Being nice doesn't get me anywhere. I end up being hurt by my own brother and no one is 'nice'. I don't get why I should be nice when no one else is."
"Sebby, I don't know what happened that your brother is like that, but-"
Sebastian rubbed his bloody nose and just walked away.
"Sebby, listen to me", she said and walked after her youngest son. She wanted to enter his room, but the door was closed.
"Darling, would you please open the door?"
It stayed silent and the woman leaned her forehead against the door.
"Please. Don't lock you in now. I'm sorry that I screwed your brother up. I'm sorry that I'm such a bad mum, but I -"
He put on loud music and wiped his nose and hated his life. No one of his old friends went to the same High School as him. He was alone. All by himself, bullied by his own brother.
He tried to be nice to find friends, but no matter how much he tried it didn't work out.
He didn't find new friends by being nice.
So he decided that he rather had unharmed skin and no friends than trying to get some and being bashed because of that.
He could survive High School.
"Sebastian", a voice suddenly said before the door of Sebastian's hotel room, "it's me!"
Sebastian sat up and turned his head to the door.
"Would you please open the door?"
It stayed silent and Kurt leaned his forehead against the door. He needed Sebastian to know that he was welcome.
"Please. Don't lock you in now. I'm sorry for my family. And they are sorry as well."
He opened the door reluctantly and sighed when he looked at Kurt's beautiful face. Why couldn't he just keep the door closed?
"And, by the way, I never wanted to be your friend either."
