"Kurt Hummel."

I still remember that day so well.

I never truly thought I would be picked for sector 7; One, because I was gay, and I couldn't reproduce even if I wanted too, and two, because only 11 percent of the population was actually picked for sector 7. Why would they pick some guy from Lima, Ohio?

So now you're asking what exactly sector 7 is. Well it's a government made institution that habilitates a girl with a girl, and a boy with a boy to prevent them from reproducing. Sounds fucked up right? But this is the best they could do to lower our extensive population growth.

"That's me, who are you?" I ask leaning against the door frame. I was in pajamas having just finished my skin care regimen; it was 1 o'clock in the morning, who the hell stops by at one in the morning? That's when it hit me, I knew exactly who would be at my house at this hour, but I still needed to hear them say it.

"My name is A.D Adams, and this is my partner A.D Morrison." He stretched out a piece of paper folded into a cylinder. "You've been picked for sector 7."

I opened the letter to see a signed certificate from the president and my name printed illegibly at the bottom. I could have argued it wasn't me, but a clear picture of me was at the top as well as my baby foot prints.

"We've been following you for 3 months now , we understand your father was admitted to a hospital and you are his only care taker, or at least that was our knowledge before we found he was indeed married."

"How long do I have here?"

"About 20 minutes, only pack the essentials, we will take care of the rest."

To be honest I wasn't upset about sector 7, even if they were making me leave my family and everything I cared about. "Kurt?" I heard my dad call from behind me.

"Dad go to sleep, you have orders from the doctor…"

"Where are you going?" He asks, rubbing his eyes and noticing the suitcase and the mess of clothes on my bed. "Did you… you didn't get picked did you?"

I sighed and handed him the note given to me by the A.D's. He wasn't sad, not really… I mean every house hold had always been prepared for their daughter or son to be picked in sector 7, besides I was 18, he had raised me; he had made me who I was. "Dad, make sure Carole reads this letter." I requested handing him a light letter with Carols name written neatly in cursive on it. "It's all the directions she will need to take care of you, and what to make sure Finn doesn't do while I'm gone."

He nodded weakly and took the letter, rubbing his mouth with his hands awkwardly. How do you say goodbye to your kid? By the time I left this place, Burt would probably be dead, how do you tell someone you love that it's over.

I finished packing and picked up my two suitcases and stood in front of my dad with a sad smile. "Give me a hug, come on." I smiled before pulling him in, face rested on his shoulder. "Tell Finn and Carole I love them, and to take care of each other."

He nodded and sniffled before pulling apart and leaving back to his room only looking back to whisper "you matter."

"I know dad."

The ride was silent, I couldn't see anything. I was in the back with 2 other people around my age, but I spoke no words to them, nor did they to me. We weren't supposed to know where we were going, just supposed to know that it is where we would be for a very long time. Most people who returned from the sector said it wasn't exactly bad; it was just a sort of hormonal prison. No sex, in other words, none, unless of course it was with the same sex, in which the strait ones of us couldn't fully enjoy.

"Out, come on." The A.D's spoke tiredly opening the doors to the van. We all stepped out in complete silence, but I knew our heads wouldn't shut up. It was quite pretty here, it looked like a sort of utopia, green grass, cool weather, clean houses, and bikes lined along the streets. "Nick Duval, house 17. Harmony Pierce, house 12. Kurt Hummel, house 21. Your roommates will already be in the building, town market is located over there, there are bikes for any means of transportation, park is located to your left, and just down that stroll there is any type of activities you might want to play. Every month you receive a 500 dollar allowance, spend it wisely. Any other questions should be asked to your roommate or the town council. You are currently in your chosen town, town 153, you are not to leave this town or try to escape, and I can assure you the consequences are unfavorable. That being said, please-" He moved out of the way. "Enjoy your new life."

I took my time walking through the quiet streets of this place. People where talking, yes, but it was as if they were all whispering, nothing like the havoc I was used to in glee club, House 17, House 19, and House 21. This was it, this was going to be my life for the next few decades, and besides the isolation I found no reason to truly hate this place just yet.

I walked up a few stairs to a door with a lock, but I didn't have a key. How the hell do they expect me to love here without a key? I knocked gently on the door hoping not to annoy my roommate before I even meant him. The door almost immediately opened to a short male with breath taking hazel eyes. "Are you Kurt?" He asked almost excited, but it seemed masked with something harsh, I'm guessing reality.

"That'd be me, who are you?" I ask extending my hand.

He grabbed it and smiled. "I'm your roommate Blaine Anderson, but you can call me Blaine. Here let me help you with those bags."

"Oh it's fine, there's only two." I looked back at them knowing I was definitely capable of handling two bags.

"Oh I know, but since we're going to be together for some time I figure I should be as generous as possible, besides, I've been waiting for you to come, it's quite boring here you know, I'm practically new, I've only been here a week."

"Well that's relieving, At least were both equally as clueless about this place."

"Well I'm not completely clueless, at least you have a roommate to ask questions to, the first roommate here has to sit through a 3 hour lecture about this place, and it's downgrading Kurt." He says solemnly, shaking, as if a bug were on him.

I laughed lightly before taking the bag his hand wasn't on inside. It was nice here, natural light entered the room almost perfectly and everything seemed to have its own place.

"Your room is right over there, mine is across the hall right there, and the kitchen is right to your left. Oh! And the bathroom is on your right when you go down that hall."

I nodded and smiled. "Thanks." I followed his directions to my room and twisted the knob. It was a simple room really; nothing was really special about it except the bed which took up most of the room itself. I sighed and dropped to the floor opening my suitcase and pulling out a picture of my dad and my mom when they were younger; tracing my finger along there face and letting a single tear roll down my cheek. This was the part that sucked, leaving your family, leaving and knowing you won't come back.

"You better not let them catch you with that." I jumped; completely startled by Blaine's presence, before realizing he still had my other suitcase. "They only let you hang on to those things for about a day or two."

"Sorry…"

He smiled and laid on the bed, his chin hanging over the edge to look over my shoulder and the rest of his body kind of slung over in whatever way it pleased. "Don't… look I know it sucks being away from your family and your life, but we just don't have a choice, these were just the cards we are doubt…so we play them."

"What happened to choosing your own fate?"

"I don't know."

2 Months Later

"KURT! WAKE UP!" Blaine screamed running into Kurt's room and jumping on his bed. They had become each other's best friends while living together, turns out they had more in common than the other expected; nor was living here as big of a pain as they thought. They used each toher to forget if even for a second, they enjoyed each other, they were there for each other, and in all honesty, Kurt didn't completely get that back home.

"Ahh! What Blaine!" Kurt screamed putting his pillow over his head.

"Kurtsie get up, I made breakfast and we have to stop by the market today and then guess what… MINNIE GOLF! But seriously you need to get up… like now."

Kurt acknowledged him by blinking a few times, but inevitably falling back to sleep. Blaine shook his head and inhaled before pulling Kurt's slim body by his feet and onto the ground hard.

"Ugh! Blaine I hate you!" He screamed rubbing circles around his head.

"Love you too Kurtsie, now get ready, I reserved golf for one."

Kurt frowned completely disgusted, but underneath it was the clear view of a smile, this was his life now, and he was simply playing his cards.

A/N: SOOOOO, I don't know how I came up with this, I was simply walking down this long hallway in my house thinking I wonder what would happen if the government shipped me away with one of friends till I was 60 (don't judge me). And I figured turn it into that Klaine story I've been wanting to write for 3 weeks.

Not much to say here besides that I guess, Happy MLK Day, and football fans of America.

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