Author's Note: This is a revised chapter, if it seems a little different on other sites, that's why.

Chained Chapter One

Kurt blinked as he stood across the hall from the sheet that would change his life forever. The ASC, (American Slave Corporation) had just set the required age of slave owning to 17. Meaning, when he became a senior, he would be entered into a ballot same as everyone else. Picked randomly, half of his grade will become slaves, and the other half their masters. No one really questioned it. It was just the way things worked around here, it had been for a while now.

They posted the sheet like they would the results of an audition, or signing up for cheerleading.

A notice on the bulletin board.

Kurt spotted Rachel as she rushed towards him, that fierce, determined look in her eyes like always. Without warning, she grabbed him and started to speed walk forward, talking as she did. "Kurt, I swear. This is outrageous. I don't want to be some slave to some homophobic, sexist football player or something. And if I am a slave, I'll never get on Broadway, let alone to New York!" Rachel flared, pushing past students and teachers.

Kurt kind of toned her out as the reality of what he was about to find out hit him, hard. He was going to be someone's property, a sick word that shouldn't really be used to describe a person. And odds are, it won't be someone accepting, or at least kind, if he happened to be a slave. And if he happened to come out lucky, and be an owner? Well, he'd cross that bridge if he ever came to it. Either way, the whole thing was simply inhumane in Kurt's eyes, but that's just how things worked around here.

He was shaken out of his thoughts as he realized he was actually only a foot away from it, the slip of paper that would soon change his life.

Rachel leaned close into the paper, a hush falling over the two of them. The noisy hallways seemed to fade into the background as Kurt tilted forward also, searching first for Berry in the list. Rachel squealed, and Kurt knew she'd found her name. Only a second later he saw it.

Berry, Rachel (Slave) to Fabray, Quinn (Master).

Kurt looked over at Rachel, who could barely register anything that was going on. She was trying to keep herself calm, he could tell, but she was freaking out on the inside. He saw her crestfallen face waver, and Kurt wanted to comfort her, he did. But he was too panic stricken by his own name, being inked into a piece of paper only inches away from him, and he needed to find out.

"Rach-" Kurt started, but it was too late, tears had already welled up in her eyes.

Because there was absolutely no way Rachel Berry was going to cry in the middle of the hallway over this. Kurt watched her storm off, hands rubbing at her eyes.

Slowly, Kurt turned his head back towards the list. His eyes wandering down to the H's, he found his name.

A gasp escaped his mouth, as he tried to hold himself together.

Hummel, Kurt (Slave) to Anderson, Blaine (Master).

His breath caught in his throat. This was impossible. He'd never even met Blaine, never even heard of this kid. He could be some stoner, or delinquent, or worse, a homophobe dick. He breathed in and out, in and out, as he started to walk away. Walking away from the list with faked pride, he turned a corner, determined to find out who this Blaine Anderson was.