6:35-8:00 p.m.

Turning to face Blaine, watching him unbutton his suit jacket with one hand, somehow finding that sexy, all the nerves that were gone come rushing back. His heart races and his palms sweat, it seems to be a hundred degrees hotter in his loft suddenly, and he feels like he might be sick.

He knows people get nervous for their first time no matter who it's with. But what he's experiencing now is on a whole new level of nerves. It makes him feel like he's a about to perform a surgery even though he isn't a doctor. He has to keep reminding himself that it's just sex; it's just sex with someone and nothing more. It's not as big as a deal he's making it out to be; it's just casual sex so he knows what sex is actually like.

"Um...Are you thirsty or anything?" he asks, mentally smacking himself at not having something better to say.

"No," Blaine lightly chuckles. "I'm fine."

Watching as Blaine slips off his jacket, seeing how great of a body he has, Kurt takes his jacket and goes to hangs it up for him on the coatrack in the corner. Hanging it on one of the hooks with trembling hands, he smoothes his hands down the material, feeling how soft it is under his hands. Turning around, and letting out a gasp at finding Blaine standing right there, close enough he can distinguish a variety of colors in his eyes, he feels a fresh wave of nerves wash over him.

"Are you okay?" Blaine sincerely asks, Kurt noticing the hint of worry in his eyes.

"Ye-...Yeah," Kurt stutters as he forces out the simple word. Something about being so close to Blaine has him, surprisingly, more turned on than he thought. The smell of his cologne, spicy with an underlying hint of sweet, makes his mouth water with wanting to kiss his skin and taste the scent on his tongue. The heat of Blaine's body makes him more aware of the fact that, yes, he does have somebody here right now that he doesn't know, and he plans to lose his virginity to him. So, yeah, it kind of surprises him to find out how attracted he is to this guy he just met less than five minutes before. "Sh-should we do this, then?" he asks as he reaches to start undoing the buttons of his shirt.

He knows he has several hours with Blaine, but he sees nothing wrong in getting right down to business.

But getting right down to business proves to be difficult when his hands won't stop shaking long enough so he can unbutton his shirt. It's frustrating and embarrassing; he feels like an idiot as he stands there unable to undress himself. Dropping his trembling hands from his shirt, breathing coming out uneven, he reaches for the belt around his waist.

"Kurt?" he hears Blaine ask as if far away and not less than the eight inches from him he really is.

"Yeah?" he replies as he attempts to unbuckle his belt. Stopping when Blaine's hands cover his, giving a gentle squeeze, he lifts his head and looks at him. "What?"

"Don't take this the wrong way," Blaine tells him. "But I don't think you're ready for this."

"I am!" Kurt shouts a little too loudly to reassure him. He takes a deep breath. "I am. I just can't undo anything I'm wearing."

"Okay, maybe you're ready." Blaine smiles at him. "But you're too nervous right now. How about we talk and calm you down a bit? Is that okay?"

Kurt nods his head. Calming down and getting rid of his nerves is something he needs right now. Walking over to the couch, and sitting down, Blaine sitting next to him, he twiddles his thumbs together and doesn't know what to say.

"Can I ask you something, Kurt?" Blaine asks.

"Sure." He nods his head.

"Is this the first time you've ever paid for sex?"

He doesn't mean to laugh, but it comes out anyways. It slips past his lips, and he quickly covers his mouth, laughter only muffled by his hand. "If you only knew how right and wrong that is," he tells Blaine. He can see the confusion clearly written all over Blaine's face. Not wanting to keep him in the dark, he decides to tell him the truth. "I...I'm a virgin."

Hearing Blaine laugh isn't what he expected. Dropping his head to hide out of shame and embarrassment, he feels stupid for thinking telling Blaine. Hell, if it wasn't him, he would be laughing, too; twenty and a virgin, calling an escort to so he can have sex for the first time is laughable.

"Wait, are you serious?" Blaine asks surprised, all traces of laughter gone from his voice.

"Yeah," he quietly replies, still staring at his hands in his lap. "Sad, right? That's why I called the company you work for; I'm ready to have sex, I just needed someone willing to be with me."

"Kurt." Something about the way Blaine says his name; how it rolls off his tongue like he's saying the most beautiful word he's ever spoken. Kurt wonders where he learned that, thinking he does it all the time with his clients. "Don't think I'm just saying this because you've paid to have me here," Blaine starts off. "But you're incredibly hot. You could have anybody you wanted."

"Well, I want them and they don't want me back," Kurt tells him as he looks to Blaine. "Then there's the whole self-doubt that I have. After being knocked down for so long in high school, I kind of just stayed there and avoided being seen."

"You were bullied in high school?"

"Yeah." Kurt nods his head, seeing something akin to understanding in Blaine's eyes. "All through high school. Openly gay student with the weird voice that dressed crazy and look feminine; it happened all the time. It didn't help that I was in the lowest of the lowest of clubs in school."

"What was that?" Blaine asks, actually sounding intrigued.

"The Glee club," Kurt snorts.

"Oh, my God!" Blaine exclaims.

"I know."

"No. I was in my high school glee club."

"Really?"

"Yeah...Although, it was an all boy school I went to, so we did a cappella. You're looking at a lifelong member of the Dalton Warblers." Blaine sits up a bit straighter and smiles proudly.

"We competed against them once," Kurt states.

"You're from Ohio?"

"Yeah. Lima."

"I'm from Westerville. That's less than a few hours apart."

"I don't remember you in the group, though," Kurt points out, trying to wrack his brain to see if he ever saw Blaine.

"I'm twenty-five," Blaine provides as a way of an answer as to why Kurt never saw him.

"Oh, that explains it." Kurt brings his legs up and curls them under himself. "So, you went to Dalton?"

"Yeah."

"I almost went there to spy on the glee club there. But I chickened out in the end. Was it a good school?"

"For the last two and a half years I attended high school," Blaine responds. Kurt looks at him confused. "I transferred my sophomore year after kids at my old school badly beat me up."

That's when it clicks for Kurt why he saw understanding in Blaine's eyes when he was talking about his experience with bullying. "I'm sorry," he sympathetically says.

"Thanks." Blaine smiles at him, eyes with a far off look to them, as if reliving that night. "It was nine years ago; I've moved on."

"The only really bad thing to happen to me was to be kissed by some guy when I didn't want to be."

"What happened?"

"I decided one day enough was enough. I followed him into the locker room and confronted him about how terrible he was treating me. In the middle of yelling at him, he grabbed me and kissed me. After that, he made sure I knew not to tell anyone by being worse to me."

"I'm sorry," Blaine apologizes.

"Don't be, it wasn't your fault." Kurt smiles at Blaine. "Like you, I've moved on. It was my first, and only, kiss, but I have learned to let it go."

"You've never been properly kissed?" Blaine asks amazed.

"No," Kurt shyly admits. "I thought when I came to New York that would change. But it hasn't."

"Sorry for me being blunt here, but, Kurt, you're really fucking hot. I don't get why guys haven't jumped at the opportunity to have you. You are not what I expected when I came here tonight."

Kurt blushes as Blaine talks to him. "I've never had another guy call me hot, before."

"Well, if they weren't stupid they would be calling you that all the time," Blaine honestly tells him.

Feeling a jolt run up his arm when Blaine takes his hand in his, still seeing it tremble from the nerves he has, he can tell they've calm down a bit but not all the way.

"Still nervous," Blaine points out.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. What's something you usually do that calms you down?"

Kurt knows the answer to that the second Blaine finishes asking him. "Bake," he is quick to reply.

"Let's bake, then," Blaine says as he stands up and pulls Kurt up with him.

"Are you serious?" Kurt asks with a small laugh.

"Dead serious," Blaine responds with a chuckle. "I'll even help you. Although, it will probably only be to get you stuff and hand you things."

"That's good enough for me."

Ten minutes later finds Blaine and he standing in the kitchen with everything they'll need to bake chocolate chip cookies. Watching as Blaine unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and rolls up his sleeves, excited smile on his face, Kurt finds himself becoming more and more attracted to this man he wasn't expecting.

When he paid for an escort to come over and sleep with him, he expected just that. He thought he would invite the guy in and they'd get right down to business. Never in a million years did he expect to spend half an hour sitting on his couch just talking with him; and least of all bake cookies. He finds it a bit funny. But he appreciates Blaine for recognizing he was nervous and giving him the time he needs to fully calm down.

"So," Blaine says as he rolls his sleeve up one last time. "What do we do first?"

"We measure the dry ingredients," Kurt tells him. Reaching for the bag of flour, feeling another jolt go up his arm when his fingers brush Blaine's as he takes the measuring cup he holds out for him. Measuring the appropriate amount of flour and dumping it into the mixing bowl, seeing a small cloud of flour come up with each cup he drops in, Kurt looks to Blaine and lets out a small laugh. "I'm guessing this is the first time you've ever baked cookies with a client?"

"Yes," Blaine answers with a chuckle as he nods his head. "It's definitely something I thought I'd never do on the job. I feel useless, give me something to do."

"You can measure the wet ingredients." Pushing the book with the recipe written down towards Blaine, not really needing it since he knows this recipe by heart, he sets a bowl down in front of him. "Make sure it's precise. Baking is all about being right."

"Okay," Blaine nods his head, looking determined, "I think I can do this."

"Good." Kurt smiles. Grabbing the salt and baking soda, he measures them out and adds them to the flour. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" he says as he mixes the flour, salt and baking soda together.

"Go ahead."

"How did you get into the business you're in?"

"It's nothing special, the reason," Blaine replies as he adds brown and white sugar to butter. "I was broke and needed money and found out about where I work now."

"How long have you been there?"

"About two years." Kurt chuckles as he watches Blaine try to mix his ingredients by hand. "This really takes some elbow grease," he groans.

"Hold on." Walking over to a shelf, he opens it and grabs the hand-mixer. Handing it to Blaine, he plugs it in. "That will make it much easier."

"Thanks," Blaine sighs. "I was afraid I was going to lose my arm."

Hearing the loud whir of the mixer being turned on, watching as Blaine creams together the butter and sugars, Kurt grabs the two eggs and cracks them in when ready, then he adds the vanilla extract. Watching as the ingredients mix together, he puts his hand over the one Blaine is using to hold the mixer. When he looks to him, Kurt sees something that looks like attraction filling Blaine's eyes.

"You can stop now," he tells him. "It's well mixed."

Hearing the loft become much quieter when Blaine turns off the mixer, Kurt starts to add the dry ingredients to the wet ones.

"How long have you been baking?" Blaine asks as he cleans his hands on a hand-towel.

"As long as I can remember. I used to help out my mom all the time. Of course, by help, I would stand on a chair next to hear and eat the cookie dough." Kurt smiles at those memories. "After she died, I baked to remember her. The house would fill up with the smell of freshly baked cookies and it felt like she was there. It would make my dad happy."

"So, it's just you and your dad?"

"Yeah." Kurt finishes mixing and opens the bag of chocolate chips. "Since I was eight it's been just the two of us. It was difficult for both of us when I moved away. He was unsure of me living in such a big city by myself with very little income, but I reassured him I would be fine. He felt better, though, when I told him I would be living across from my friend Rachel." After successfully mixing in the chocolate, Kurt looks up to Blaine to see him confused. "What?"

"I don't usually ask this, but since I've learned a bit about you," Blaine says. "But how are you affording tonight?"

Kurt lets out a chuckle. "I worked in my dad's garage. What I wasn't spending on an article of clothing, I was saving. I have enough for tonight."

"So, you're dad's a mechanic?"

"Yeah." Kurt grabs a cookie sheet and two ice cream scoops, handing one to Blaine. "Just scoop and drop," he tells him. "But, yeah, he's owned the garage for about twelve years now." He watches as Blaine scoops out some dough and drops it to the cookie sheet. "Good."

"So, he bought it after your mom died?" Blaine asks out of curiosity.

"I was wondering if you would catch that," Kurt tells him, surprised Blaine quickly put two and two together. "He actually bought because of how she died." He sees Blaine turn to him with a look of sympathy in his eyes as he figures it out.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have said anything if I knew," Blaine apologizes.

"It's okay," Kurt reassures him. Talking about how his mom died, and having to relive that pain, is something he doesn't do often. And when he does, it's usually with his dad. He isn't much for talking about something so personal with just anybody. But, somehow, with Blaine, he finds it comes easy; he has no problem talking to him about this. Something about him, he doesn't know what just yet, is quickly pulling him in like no one has ever before. "But, yeah, the other driver's brakes failed...And you figured out the rest. My dad, I guess, felt a bit guilty because he knew he could have fixed them if he had a shop. So, after the accident he opened his garage and has been fixing cars ever since."

"Your dad and my dad should meet," Blaine says as he drops the last ball of dough that will fit on the cookie sheet.

"What's your dad do?" Kurt asks as he takes the sheet and walks the few steps to the preheated oven, opening it and sliding it in.

"He's in the business of saving lives," Blaine replies.

"A doctor?"

"Surgeon to be precise," Blaine tells him. "Going on close to thirty years now."

"That's great. Although, I couldn't do that. Not one to like being around blood," Kurt says.

"Me either." Smiling when Blaine takes his hand, noticing it's completely still, he realizes what this means. "You're not nervous anymore."

"I'm not," he whispers.

"How long until the cookies finish?"

"About twelve minutes," he tells Blaine.

"We'll let them finish first," Blaine says. "Don't want them to burn."

Glad when Blaine doesn't drop his hand away, he knows these next twelve minutes will be the longest of his life. Checking the clock and seeing it's close to eight, surprised by how quickly his time with Blaine is flying by, he anticipates what is about to happen.

To know he's finally going to be losing his virginity, and to someone he actually likes, makes him excited to be doing it already. Seeing they still have seven minutes, he feels Blaine squeeze his hand.

"Don't worry," Blaine whispers into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, and having desire rise up in him. "We'll get there."

He smiles, knowing Blaine can feel his excitement and anticipation.

Soon, the loft is filled with smell of freshly baked cookies, and checking the time, he walks to the oven, still holding Blaine's hand, and removes the cookies. Seeing that they are perfect, he turns the oven off and faces Blaine. "I'm ready," he tells him in a calm voice.

"Lead the way," Blaine replies.

Walking to where his bedroom is set up in the part of the loft, pushing aside the partition he has, he stops right in front of his bed. Reaching to undo the buttons of his shirt, he stops when Blaine covers his hands. "What?" he asks as he looks back up at him. "I'm not nervous anymore."

"I know," Blaine says. "But I need to tell you a few things first."

"Okay." Kurt drops his hands away.

"There's no kissing allowed. I always use protection no matter what the client demands. And I don't sleep over," Blaine states.

"Is the kissing thing your choice?"

"Company rules," Blaine clarifies. "But only the mouth; any other part of the body is fine."

"Alright," Kurt nods his head in understanding, "I'm fine with that."

"Okay," Blaine sighs, smiling at him. "Shall we, then?"

"Yes," Kurt answers with nothing but sureness in his voice.