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Set Fire	By : its-anderson-not-warbler Category: G through L > Glee Views: 9258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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We all live in the same house. Or mansion you could say. We aren't friends. We knew each other before we were chosen to come live here, but we weren't friends then and we aren't friends now. They all hate me anyways, just because he chose me to cherish. I didn't ask him to choose me. He just did. Now, I'm the one who gets the luxury of wearing his collar and carrying his children. Hurray. If we did have the power to choose I would definitely be one of them. They have their own rooms, their own friends. What do I have? I have him. That's it. That's all he wants me to have. Maybe one day he'll grow on me and I'll learn to love him.
I'm not even sure why he chose me anyways. I'm just a pale, tall freak with unnecessary long limbs and pointy ears. What's to love? My easily bruised skin? How rude I am?
When we first moved into his mansion he told us that he had to choose only one of us to be his mate, to wear his collar, to give birth to his children. The only catch was that he already had a wife, but she was ignorant and wanted nothing to do with him. He then proceeded to ask who the carriers were in our group. There are not many who are. He became angry because of this, after he just wasted all of that money on a group of youthful, beautiful teenagers to choose from and then only have a select few who were actually carries. That brought it down to three of us; Mercedes, Rachel, and myself. I stepped out from behind Puck when he called upon us. That was the first time I could get a good look at the man who was now our master. He was a short man with curly black hair and golden eyes. His searing eyes looked over each of us and judged us. He sent away Mercedes, simply because she was black and he didn't want black children. And so that left Rachel and me.
He ran his hands through Rachel's hair and checked the color of her eyes. He asked her religion and she responded with "I'm Jewish". His lip curled up and he snarled and said "I guess I could make due." I'm not really sure what he meant by that, but we just went along with it. Don't want to upset our Master since we just arrived.
He shook his head then turned to me. I thought for sure that he was going to be disgusted that I was a male carrier; that he was going to scoff in my face then grab Rachel's hand and take her up to his room. But I was wrong. So incredibly wrong.
When he looked up into my eyes, it looked like his whole world shifted. His eyes were burning with such intensity that they looked as if they were on fire. He raised one of his callused hand up to stroke my cheekbone as I closed my eyes. He brought his other arm to wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him. He nuzzled his nose into my neck and sighed happily.
"Name?"
"Kurt, sir. My names Kurt. "
"Mmhh. Religion?"
"I-I don't believe in god. I'm atheist." I shivered, thinking he was going to lash out on me for not believing in a god.
"Perfect."
The hand that was caressing my face was now stroking my neck and the hand that was on my lower back reached down to squeeze my butt. I yelped and squirmed but he held me there against him, as he breathed me in.
"Yes. Just perfect."
His hand trailed down my side and met his other hand on my butt, squeezed again -sigh- and dropped to my thighs and lifted me up so my long legs could wrap around his small waist. For such a short man, our master was strong! I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder as he pressed chaste kisses to my neck and made my legs grow weak. Luckily he had caught ahold of me as I started falling.
"Il mio amore? Sei debole o sono io che ti fa debole?" He asked chuckling as he pressed a sloppy kiss to my forehead. I had no idea what he said, but it sure was attractive. Blushing, I laid my head back onto his shoulder.
So our master had picked me for "special treatment" as the others called it. They all glared at me as he talked to a man named Jeff and told him to take the others to their assigned rooms. Still carrying me, he took me up the spiral staircase and into his room. Well, I guess it would be our room now. I blushed at the thought.
He sat me on the bed and told me he'd be back, so I took in my surroundings. The room wasn't that elaborate, just very dark. The bed had a high, black wooden headboard and the sheets were black also. The carpet was white, along with all of the other furniture and the walls were painted black with some kind of designs on them. It was very simple, but very fashionable. It's probably how I would have done my room anyways, if I had a choice. Which I didn't anymore. Not unless he let me. I started to think about all the things I wouldn't be able to do anymore when he came back into the bedroom, holding a small, blue box.
"Kurt, my love, I've got you a present. Would you like me to open it for you?" He sat next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against him. I nodded timidly, as we sat closely together on my Master's bed!
He sat the box on my lap and pulled off the lid and revealed a thin, leather collar that had my Master's name engraved on it with a weird symbol beside his name.
Blaine
"Blaine? Y-your name is Blaine?"
"Yes. And you can call me that if you like."
"Are you sure? I…. I don't want to disrespect you, sir."
"Kurt, l'amore. È possibile chiamare me quello che vuoi. L'altro non può. Now would you like for me to put this on you now?" He kissed a line down my neck and I involuntarily shivered.
"Wai… wait Blaine!" I clutched his curls and pulled until his face was level with mine. "What is this symbol beside your name?"
"It's a symbol that says you are mine. My mate and that no one else can touch you."
He took the collar carefully out of the box and wrapped it around my neck.
"Too tight?"
"No its okay," I said shakily.
Blaine leaned back and looked at Kurt in his collar.
"So Beautiful."
A/N: okay so idek know what this is I just decided to write it. oh and when Blaine spoke Italian,
" il mio amore? sei debole o sono io che ti fa debole?"- my love? are you weak or am i making you weak?
& "Kurt, l'amore. È possibile chiamare me quello che vuoi. L'altro non può." -Kurt, love. You can call me whatever you'd like. The others can not.
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