A/N: Jep me again. This time definitely Klaine, don´t worry :D This was a gkm- post and I decided to pick up the idea. It´s mostly someone others idea :D

Warnings: D/s, dub- non con, but also con later on :D

Explanation:

AA Doms: Rare and the most powerful Doms, independend and strongminded

AB Doms: Still powerful but not as much as AA

AC DOms: weak willed and looked down upon by higher ones

BB Subs: most submisse, easy to order and they live to please

BA Subs: Still contain fight

Judge Brian Anderson analyzed any passing Dom with keen eyes. As an obvious AC walked by he snorted and when the boy looked at him in confusion, it only took one glare to scare him off. What a pathetic excuse of a Dom, Mr. Anderson thought. He himself was an AA, a very rare Dom category in which only the strongest and mightiest Doms had a place. They were the top of the pyramid and anything under them, like an AB, which were strong willed but not if it came to AA- Doms, was weak in their eyes. At least that was how he saw it.

The Andersons came from a strong linage of AA- Doms and only BB- Subs could be allowed for them as a partner. Just as AAs were the top of the doms, BB-Subs were equally rare and obedient to a degree that Mr. Anderson compared to stupidity. Though he would never tell his wife or his son for that matter.

Blaine Anderson should have been straight, like all the generations before him were. He had frowned and screamed at his son when he had dared to ruin their perfect dinner by coming out of the closet, until Blaine was a whimpering mess, hyperventilating on the carpet. This was the moment he had known his son was not only a queer, but also a not an AA-Dom. They wouldn´t behave like that because of a little screaming.

Ruthlessly he had dragged his son to the doctor and had forced him to take a blood sample before it was scheduled. It had taken harsh words and a mean expression to break the AC doc. And a few hours later, the results, written on a simple white page, were right in front of him. Blaine, his son, was not an AA-Dom. In fact he wasn´t a dom at all, but a BB-Sub.

Like he had deserved, Blaine had spend two days without food, chained facing the basement wall. That had given Brian enough time to get over the fact that his son was a Sub and plan his sons future in a different direction. Yes, he was a Sub. But a BB-sub, not one of those annoying BA- Subs that still had fight in them. Blaine was at least in some way perfect. With the right AA-Dom he could be presentable for society again. As his father, Mr. Anderson would seize the opportunity and find the right Dom. It had taken the following years to learn to love Blaine again, as he did his wife. It was simply in his AA blood to care for and protect a BB sub.

Said sub stood right behind him, his gaze locked with the royal blue carpet, keeping silent like the perfect being he was meant to be. Mr. Anderson knew that he felt uncomfortable at parties or events, feeling the power of the Doms that tried to approach him. That´s why he couldn't leave his side. Even if he let his attention slip for just a few minutes, Blaine could be kneeling on the floor after an order of a random, unworthy Dom. That was why he hated to bring his son along, but today it could be essential to do just that. Congressman Burt Hummel was one of the guests at the charity event as well and with him his AA-Dom Kurt would be.

Maybe he was fit for Blaine, just maybe. Not any AA could do, not for his rare BB son. Spotting the bald head of Mr. Hummel, he wanted to head over and pull Blaine along, but a man stepped into his path just as he wanted to.

"Judge Anderson, what a pleasure to see you here. Blaine." The Dom said and even though he had spoken to Mr. Anderson, his gaze lingered on the sub who had blushed at being acknowledged.

Brian eyed the man suspiciously, took in his blond, curly, long hair and his cheap black suit. The way he talked, he came off as high and mighty as an AA Dom, but Mr. Anderson knew better. No one could really imitate the behavior well, even if he tried really hard.
"Hello, I´m sorry but do I know you?" He asked, seemingly nice. Something his job provided him with.

"It´s Jeremiah, Sir. Me and your son had had the pleasure to meet once. And he is no one I could easily forget." Jeremiah said and took a sip from the beverage he kept in an expensive looking glass.

It took all he had to keep calm and not question how they could have possibly met. Any meeting of Blaine with a Dom had to be supervised by him. And a lowlife like Jeremiah wouldn´t have been taken in consideration.
"He sure isn´t. Jeremiah, would you mind spending the night at the bar, drinking until you are unable to do anything by yourself anymore? Because that is what AB Doms like you are made for, following my orders mindlessly and having no control. Just like a dog."

Mr. Anderson locked his eyes with the Dom, whose green-blue eyes opened in shock. Like he was hypnotized, he stood there for a few seconds, before first his fingers, than his hands and finally his body began to shake. With a curse under his breath Jeremiah turned around and walked off the bar. It was a hilarious sight. That was the reason only AA- doms were suitable and at the top. Because someone as weak as lower ones could never satisfy Blaine's needs.

"Come on Blaine, it´s almost time for dinner."

Together they walked towards the long table covered in white table cloth, lots of shiny plates and cutlery. He was used to being separated from Doms lower than AB, but since this was a charity event, the manager had decided to let everyone share their food and forget their social positions. Normally he would protest, but since he could bribe the manager to place him somewhere near the Hummel family, he would agree.

Small cards with names decided their seats and since he felt it was underneath him to search for his own, he ordered a sub to show it to him. As it seemed, he had a seat right at the outer side of the table with a perfect view over New York and of course the Hummel family.

Right now, the seats were still vacant, but that didn't worry him since Dinner wasn´t served until 8 pm and it was 7.45. He had only chosen to sit so he could observe the room in a more comfortable position.

"What are you looking for, Sir, if I may ask?" Blaine asked, his voice low and almost pleading. Mr. Anderson knew he wasn´t always like that. He could act like a thinking person, he just felt intimidated by him and that was better kept that way. Obedient subs were easier to love and adore.

"You may. Kurt Hummel, he is an AA Dom who may be suitable for you. Ah there he is, next to the Neptune fountain, with his BB sub brother."

Some other father might have asked if he was Blaine's type, but that wasn´t important. Blaine would listen to whomever as long as he was controlling enough. Though Brian would never choose an ugly being as partner.

"Beautiful." Blaine breathed and smiled.

Mr. Anderson declared the conversation to be over for now, since he concentrated on watching Kurt intensely. He was one of the few options for Blaine. He was the son of a Congressman, good looking and most importantly one of three AA dom young adults in New York.

He watched as the Dom talked to his brother, gesturing and laughing, while his sub brother only mastered a slight smile. This wasn´t a surprise, as everyone knew and loved Burt Hummel for taking in an abused BA sub and her BB sub son. In the mass of wealthy and important people, the abused teenager stood out like a sore thumb.

One of his hands stroked the red line where his collar once had been and without being able to hear what they were talking about, one knew that the BB sub would just nod at everything eagerly, afraid of abuse. Everyone knew that the sub wanted to kneel in a crowd, which would be inappropriate, but a hand squeezed his in a reassuring gesture to force him to stand. Kurt, Mr., Anderson realized after seeing whose hand it was. The AA Dom was dressed in a shining dark blue suit that complimented his short, styled brown hair Matching shoes added up to his appearance.. A brown leather belt run from his left shoulder across his chest and rested on his left hip.

It fulfilled no purpose, but his strange sense of fashion showed his ranking. He would let no one decide for him. Not even his father if he decided not to, since Burt was an AB Dom. Minutes of silent conversation passed, while Mr. Anderson took in every expression and gesture he could. Then, just as someone had tried to talk to Blaine, a Dom approached them. This Dom was just indecent enough to ignore Kurt and talk to the BB sub himself. Instantly Kurt obstructed his passage and stepped in front of his brother. He watched curiously as it took no words to scare the other Dom off. Just what he would expect from an AA Dom.

Kurt then turned around and run a soothing hand over his brothers arm and probably tried to calm him down. But he wasn´t the only one who watched the display of brotherly affection. Their parents watched, smiling and content. They were obviously proud of Kurt.

Just then a clear bell rang in the room and the guests were ordered to find their places. To avoid being caught in staring, he turned around to his own son only to find him watching Kurt as well. This was nothing special. Blaine longed, yearned, needed a dom. The only orders he got was from his father and with 17 he was still a virgin thanks to that. Maybe Kurt could change that.

Brian watched as more and more people gathered at the long table and finally the Hummel family settled. They all listened to the long and exhausting speech of how grateful they were for the donations.

When the food was served, the room turned from silent into happy mumbling and he decided it was time to get to know more. Putting on his kind demeanor, he leaned in Burt's direction and spoke to the man opposite of him.

"Good evening, Congressman Hummel I assume? As I have heard it was you we have to thank for the reconstruction of the Saint Louise Hospital? It has always hurt to see such a great building wither with time. It´s great to know there is someone we all can put out trust in."

Of course he had gathered information about Kurt's family as well, since he wasn´t fond of surprises. The congressman seemed flattered, just as Brian had intended for him to be.

"Well thank you. But actually you have to thank my wife and my son Kurt for this. They wouldn´t leave me alone until I gave in."

Burt said and pointed at the Sub next to him with his fork. Said wife blushed and nodded to show she was listening. Without knowing it, Burt had taken the conversation just in the right direction.

"So we should thank you…umm."

"Kurt Hummel." The Dom said after realizing he was spoken to. After that he looked at his brother as if he thought this conversation to be over. Well, Mr. Anderson would have none of that.

"Kurt, a rare name in America, just as AA Doms are, right?"

"Were originally from Germany." Kurt replied. He shoveled food on the BB-Subs plate and waited for him to pick up his fork and eat but he didn´t.

That reminded him of his own sub son and he watched as Blaines hands hovered over the different kind of foods but just when he was about to grab it, he went over to the next one. And his plate was still empty.

"Finn, eat. I won´t repeat myself. You are skin and bones and I will force you if I have to. You know how unhealthy it is to neglect your hunger."

He heard the Dom say from across the table and the sub obliged reluctantly. Mr. Anderson knew that it wasn´t the force behind those orders, but Finns own will to please that drove him to eat. Kurt watched his brother quietly and it took several minutes of watching before he ate his own food. He would be perfect for Blaine. Strong willed and kind, while being beautiful like an angel.

Time for him to strike. Deciding to take the backdoor to approach Kurt, he faced Burt again.

"Are both of your children your own? I´ve never heard of an AA-Sub and a BB-Sub as siblings. You sir are truly blessed."

"Well, Kurt is biologically my father but I feel responsible for both. You should hear them sing, they sound impeccable."

Meanwhile Mr. Anderson chose Blaine's favorite food and put it on his son's plate, so he could finally eat.

"What a coincidence, my son Blaine is not only a BB-Sub but also an incredible musician. They could get to know eachother, Blaine isn´t taken yet. And he would really like to learn more about Kurt, wouldn´t you dear?"

As if he had just asked for a chance to speak, Blaine replied instantly.

"I..I´d love to."

"No!"

The harsh spoken word made his son twitch and Finn cowered his head in fear. Seemingly realizing his mistake, he took his brothers hand away from his face and put it down on the table again. Then he turned around and addressed Blaine.

"I´m sorry, I shouldn´t have voiced it like that. It´s just that I already am in a relationship and with turning 18 I will claim him." Kurt said and smiled while apologizing.

Mr. Anderson did all he could t not show his despair like his son did. This was not the information he had received. This was not as he had planned. Why did it happen now? Just when he had found the perfect Dom to be with his son, it occurred he was taken.

"Okay." Blaine mumbled. Under the table his hands fidgeted in shame. The whole time during dinner, Blaine only sat in silence, his meal untouched, while his father watched Kurt intensely.

Even with his hope crushed, Mr. Anderson couldn´t help but analyze the AA Dom further. Not when he would be fitting.

He almost grew bored, when another approach caught his attention. This time Kurt couldn´t react fast enough and stand in his way, when the man touched his brothers arm. From his position, he could still hear the quiet question about the location of the toilette. Innocent as it was, Finn was paralyzed with fear, unable to look away from the hand that still rested on his forearm.
"Take your hands off of my brother and get lost."

The man reacted instantly, his expression confused as he was forced to leave. Compared to the order Kurt had given Finn earlier to eat, this one was a direct order that would leave no room for argumentation.

"Finn." Kurt said but the sub didn´t react."Listen to me Finn. You are alright. This wasn´t your old master. He just asked where the toilettes are, okay? Finn."

Slowly Finns perturbed body started to function again and he looked at Kurt and nodded mechanically. Brian watched in amazement as Kurt rubbed over the quivering shoulders.

"I want you to look at me and tell me what your status is. Can you do that for me?"

"…Green." Came the reluctant answer after long seconds.

Brian doubted that green was what he really felt like. Green meant he was fine, or even content with everything. The sub shaking like a leaf should have stated ´orange´, endangered and afraid. Kurt seemed to think the same because he told him not to lie but comforted him nonetheless.

"Don´t worry, I won´t punish you for that. At least not, if you´ll eat until your plate is empty again. That includes the carrots." Kurt said, his voice now calmer and stern but also with a soft hinge.

In this moment Mr. Anderson knew he wanted tat boy for his son. No other would do. Blaine's pleading eyes just reassured him of that.

The fact that Kurt already had a sub was just a minor thing now that he was determined to get him. Sure, it would take a little persuasion and manipulation but it would be worth it.

After dinner he went over to him and told Kurt about his BB- Sub son, the pride of his family, when he was interrupted again.

"I´m sorry, but as I already stated, I am happy with Jeff."

Well, no one could say he hadn´t tried to play it nice. It just had proven to be futile. He would get the boy.

More Blaine in the following chapters, as well as maing the warning come true. I will post it on LJ also, even a little earlier to some extent :D

Questions, ideas and critics are appreciated.

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