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Clothes are slowly removed, Kurt shivering as Blaine's fingers skim across his shoulders as he pushes his shirt off. Stepping out of his pants when Blaine pushes them off his hips, standing there only in his black boxer-briefs, he can feel as the blush crawls down his neck and chest. Shy and insecure, he looks anywhere but at Blaine.

He's never looked at himself in the mirror and thought he was anything special. When he sees himself, he sees nothing but his imperfections; sees little flaws that will be stuck with him forever that he can't change. That's why standing here in front of Blaine in only his underwear, he wants to hide; wants to cover back up what he doesn't like about himself. He knows with Blaine, he's probably seen more spectacular looking men. But he knows he probably pales in comparison to them.

"God, you're gorgeous, Kurt," Blaine softly says as skims his fingers over his side and hip.

"Thanks," he mumbles, not believing him. Staring into Blaine's eyes when he grabs his chin and gently turns his head so they are face-to-face, he sees confusion in Blaine's beautiful eyes.

"You don't believe me?" Blaine asks with a kind voice filled with confusion.

"I believe you'll say anything when I pay you," Kurt whispers, feeling like an asshole for being honest. "But it's still nice to hear, even if it's not true."

"It is true," Blaine says, sounding upset. "I'm not saying it because you paid for me to be here, Kurt. I'm saying it because I honestly believe you to be gorgeous."

Kurt closes his eyes to fight back the tears filling his eyes.

He wants to believe him so badly. But he can't. How can he believe someone who will do and say anything when paid to be here; to make him feel special. He can't hear Blaine say those words to him and take them as the truth. No matter how much it feels great to hear coming from him, Kurt has to remind himself it's all a lie.

Opening his eyes after fighting away the tears, he forces a smile. "Thanks," he whispers again, sounding almost believable.

"You still don't believe me, do you?" Blaine asks as he moves his hand from his chin to cup his face.

"No," he breathes out.

"Let me show you, then."

"Why?" Kurt asks, not understanding why that is necessary.

"Because you deserve to know how beautiful you are," Blaine tells him as he starts to remove his shirt. "Lie back on the bed."

Doing as Blaine tells him, Kurt lies there and watches as Blaine starts to unbuckle his pants. Seeing him step out of them and fold them over the back of a chair, watching the ripple of muscles under tan skin as he walks back to the bed, a blush spreads across his cheeks, and a surge of nerves arise in him when Blaine lies down next to him.

Moving to his side to face Blaine, tucking an arm under his head, he gazes at him and forgets about everything else. But fingers barely skimming down his side, following the curve of his hip, bring him back to reality. And reality is him lying almost completely naked in bed with a guy he's known less than two hours.

"What is it about yourself that holds you back from thinking your beautiful?" Blaine seriously asks him.

"I've just never looked at myself and seen someone that was stunning. I only see my imperfections and my scars that I wish I could fix and get rid of." Kurt shrugs his shoulders as if to say it is what it is. "I can't believe you look at me and see someone as beautiful as you say."

Feeling as Blaine takes the hand resting on the bed between them, he watches him lift it and press a kiss to every fingertip down to his palm, and then to his wrist. Lips pressed to his wrist stay there for a few moments, he then feels as Blaine skims his lips down his arm. "Your skin is so smooth and soft," Blaine mumbles as he drags his fingers over the skin he just kissed.

Blushing at the compliment, Kurt curls his arm around Blaine's back and skims his fingers along warm skin. "I do a skin routine every day to get it that way," he tells him.

"Well, it's working." Feeling Blaine place kisses along his shoulder, and then up his neck and right below his ear, Kurt feels a shudder run through him when Blaine softly nips at the skin there. "Turn over, Kurt," he whispers into his ear.

Hesitantly moving to lie on his stomach, wishing he didn't have to, ashamed and insecure about the few scars he has over his back; he buries his face in his pillow. He hates for people to see them. And no one has. For the past several years, he has gotten very good at hiding them from everybody. He finds them ugly, and that they make him less attractive to anybody who would see them.

"What's the story behind these scars?" Blaine asks him as he feels him barely stroke his thumb over one.

When he talks it's muffled by the pillow.

"I didn't get that."

Turning his head and looking to Blaine, he talks again. "Too many locker shoves. I'm surprised it wasn't more by the time I left."

A few seconds later, he feels as Blaine kisses one of the scars, and then move to the other. He does that until every little scar on his back is kissed and given special attention.

"You're beautiful, Kurt," Blaine says between each kiss of a scar. "You're beautiful." Kiss. "You're beautiful." Kiss.

It's then that Kurt figures out that Blaine is trying to show him that he's beautiful no matter what mars his skin. He's showing him every inch of him is stunning even with the scars. The kisses over the scarred flesh send shivers through him. It's the most intimate and perfect thing Blaine could have done for him. And it makes his heart race with how much it affects him.

Letting Blaine kiss every inch of his exposed skin, telling him things he doesn't like about himself, getting embarrassed and shy when he kisses over the swell of his ass through his underwear, burying his face in the pillow, he hides. Soon, though, he feels kisses travel down the back of one leg and up the other. He turns onto his back when Blaine asks him.

Lightly giggling as Blaine kisses up his left leg, pressing hard kisses in some areas, and dragging his lips over others, he laces his fingers with the hand Blaine slips in his.

When he feels Blaine press his lips to the scar right below his left knee, he's already pulling up the memory of how he got it to tell Blaine.

"Tell me," Blaine murmurs as he strokes his thumb over the scar.

"My dad was teaching me how to ride a bicycle," Kurt explains, smile tugging at his lips. "I had fallen quite a few times already. But this one time was hard enough for me to get a deep cut. The scar has been with me ever since."

Missing Blaine's hand when he takes it away, he reaches down, instead, and cards his fingers through soft curls. Kisses travel up his thigh and then over his hipbone. Lips press their way across his stomach, making it swoop at how intimate this whole thing is. Feeling Blaine stop at the spot right above his right hipbone, sighing when he kisses the small scar there, he thinks about the story behind that one.

"This one."

Feeling Blaine drag his fingertip over the slightly raised, pink skin, he opens his mouth to tell him. "Appendicitis when I was fourteen."

Sighing as Blaine kisses his way up his stomach, slotting a leg between his and lying down next to him.

Cupping the back of Blaine's neck when he nuzzles his nose in the curve of his neck, turning his head to the side to expose more of it, lips press to the scar there. "Just your run of the mill surgery," he tells him before he asks. Sighing when Blaine kisses along his neck and up his chin, he laughs when he kisses the tip of his nose.

"You're perfectly imperfect, Kurt," Blaine softly tells him, pushing back a strand of his hair that has fallen across his forehead. "You're imperfections and scars only make you more beautiful. They give you character. You're beautiful, Kurt."

Hearing those words come out of Blaine's mouth, Kurt does let a tear escape this time, because for the first time in his life he feels beautiful. He actually believes Blaine when he says that to him.

"Thank you," he sincerely says with a shaky voice.

"Don't thank me for telling you the truth. A truth you should have known and believed before me," Blaine adds.

Gazing up at Blaine as he moves to lie on his side nestled close to him, feeling him flatten his palm over his belly, Kurt can't believe how this night is turning out.

When he opened that door, he expected just some regular guy who would come in, get business done, and then leave. Never in a million years did he expect someone like Blaine. Blaine is the total opposite of what he had in mind when he paid for an escort. He's kind and sweet and gentle and caring, and everything he wanted in the kind of guy to lose his virginity to. It's actually kind of funny to him that he would find the kind of guy he's been looking for his whole a phone call away.

"You are not what I expected tonight," he says as he reaches up and cups the side of Blaine's face, running his thumb over soft lips. He does it mainly to know how they feel; if he can't kiss him might as well do this instead.

"I wasn't expecting you, too," Blaine says in reply, smiling down at him.

Gasping when Blaine suddenly moves his hand down and starts to gently palm him over his underwear, he digs his fingers into the side of Blaine's face and releases a small whimper.

"Is this okay?" Blaine asks just in case, rolling his wrist.

Staring up at Blaine, Kurt nods his head. Minutely pushing his hips up into Blaine's hand, sighing at the friction his cock his getting, he whines low in his throat when Blaine removes his hand. "N-no," he stutters, trying to reach for Blaine's hand to put it back. "That felt good."

"I know....I know it did." Blaine strokes his thumb over Kurt's rosy cheek, smiling down at him with a warmth in his eyes that Kurt finds comforting. "Kurt?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I take off your underwear?"

At those words, Kurt gets a bit scared. He's never been naked in front of anybody. The last time he was naked in front of somebody was when he was very little and his mom was giving him a bath. But to, now, be naked in front of someone...Blaine, makes his heart race.

He knows eventually it would happen, doesn't make him less nervous and terrified.

"Yes," he responds.

"Don't worry, Kurt," Blaine mumbles to him as he kisses his temple, obviously seeing he is frightened. "Mine are coming off, too."

"But your use to getting naked for people. It's your job."

"Doesn't make it less nerve-wracking for me every time I have to."

Kurt watches as Blaine stands up off the bed. Watching as he walks so he is standing at the foot of the bed right in front of him, Kurt props himself up on his elbows. "It doesn't get easier?" he asks as he watches Blaine lean down and hook his fingers in the waistband of his underwear.

"Not for me. It's always a bit scary."

Kurt lifts his hips and feels as the material is pulled down and then off his legs. Keeping his eyes on Blaine so as to try and not focus on the fact that he's naked right now, he sees as Blaine bites his lower lip and smiles. "What's that smile about?" he teases him.

"Fuck, Kurt, you're the best kind of reality I've ever experienced," Blaine tells him in all honesty.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kurt blushes as he watches Blaine slip his fingers in the waistband of his boxers.

"Pretty much all the time I have to be someone I'm not when I meet a client. I'm not really me." Blaine pushes his underwear off, stepping out of them. Kurt realizes he stands there for a few seconds so he can look. And look he does. He's only really seen one naked guy, and that was when he attempted to watch porn when he was sixteen. It didn't last long; the video was quickly shut off, and he never tried that again. But staring at Blaine's naked body, roaming his eyes over every inch of him, he knows this is one thing he won't stop. "But the moment we sat down and started talking," Blaine says as he kneels on the bed. "I've felt like me. I've felt like this is real, and not some fantasy created to make the other person comfortable. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"I think so. It's easier to be someone else for a bit when you work." Kurt watches as Blaine crawls to hover over him, placing kisses up his body.

"Yeah." Blaine nods his head as he stares down at Kurt. "But I haven't done that while I've been here."

"I should feel special, then, because I know the real Blaine?" Kurt jokes, letting out a small laugh.

"You should," Blaine tells him in all seriousness. "I've never talked about myself, before. It's usually all business and nothing else."

"Speaking of business?" Kurt arches an eyebrow, smiling when Blaine chuckles.

"Open your legs," Blaine says around a chuckle.

Doing as told, Kurt opens his legs. Instantly clutching at Blaine's side when he lowers his hips down on his, Kurt lets out a small moan at the touch of their groins together. "Oh, my god," he murmurs.

Lifting his legs to hook over Blaine's hips, resting his feet at his lower back, he curls his other arm around Blaine's back and grabs at his shoulder.

Tipping his head back and closing his eyes, letting out a mix between a moan and whimper when Blaine starts to gently rock his hips down. A jolt of immediate pleasure shoots up his spine. It is unlike any kind of pleasure he's experienced on his own. This pleasure feels a hundred times better. By himself when he masturbated was great, it provided him the release he sought. But what he feels now with Blaine is nothing like that. It seems to be more intense.

"Are you okay?" Blaine quietly asks as he continues to gently rock his hips down.

Biting his lower lip, Kurt nods his head and smiles. "Feels good," he replies as he starts to lift his hips to meet the roll of Blaine's down on his.

It's slow and sensual. It's drawn out as Blaine takes his time. Languid rocks of Blaine's hips down as he lifts his, kissing along one of his clavicles and up his neck make him release a sigh. "Faster, Blaine. Please," he begs, reaching down and grabbing at his hips.

Releasing a mix between a moan and a whimper when Blaine starts to pick up the pace of his hips, he moves his hands back to Blaine's shoulders and grips them. Staring up at Blaine's darkened eyes filled with lust, knowing his most likely look the same, Kurt can feel the heat coiling in his belly. With each thrust, each drag of their cocks together, he gets closer and closer to his release.

Clutching at Blaine's shoulders, fingers digging into warm flesh, bodies moving together that is made easier by the thin sheen of sweat, Kurt chases his release. It's right there for him to experience. He's close. All he needs is a little bit more before he comes.

"Y-you close?" Blaine quietly asks him.

"Yes," he exhales on a ragged breath, nodding his head.

Turning into Blaine's hand when he cups his face, dropping his mouth open around a moan, he feels as Blaine kisses at his neck, nipping and biting at the skin. Soon, he feels everything snap. Just like that, he comes in hot spurts between their bodies. A pleasure he's never felt before swims through his body; courses through his veins and seems to set his blood on fire. It's uncontrollable and fantastic. He lets the pleasure of his orgasm wash over him.

As he experiences that, he feels as Blaine thrust down a couple more times and comes. The feeling of Blaine spilling onto his stomach is something he finds himself liking. Lets him know that this is real, in some strange way; that he's not dreaming this amazing night.

Blaine releases a soft moan into his ear as he comes, moving his hips until it becomes too much.

Completely collapsing to the bed, Blaine lying on top of him, his weight on him comforting, they lie there in a breathless heap; a tangle of limbs. Catching his breath, heart racing in his chest, he gazes into Blaine's eyes as he rests his head next to his. "That was great," he breathlessly whispers.

"It was." Blaine smiles at him, eyes shining bright with happiness and joy.

"Thank you." Dropping his legs from around Blaine's waist, he gently cards his fingers through curls.

"It was my pleasure."

"Obviously," Kurt laughs.

"Obviously," Blaine repeats with a chuckle, lifting his head to place a kiss to Kurt's shoulder.

Skimming his fingers along Blaine's back, not wanting to move from this spot, feeling like he's meant to be here in this moment with Blaine, Kurt goes when he turns onto his side. Tucking his head under Blaine's chin, throwing a leg over his hip, pressing close to him, he smiles at how great he feels.

The last of the pleasure wanes and dies off. But his body still feels on a high.

"Does it cost extra to snuggle?" he jokes, pulling back and looking to him. "Because I don't mind paying that."

"No," Blaine responds, pulling Kurt even closer so there is no space between their warm, sticky, sweaty bodies. "Snuggling is free."

"I always wanted to snuggle with someone." Burying his face in the curve of Blaine's neck, nuzzling his nose along the skin, breathing in the combined scent of sweat and Blaine's cologne, Kurt sees what everyone goes on about this.

Being so close to someone you were just intimate with, being held in his arms, makes him feel safe and special and important. Hell, if not for sex, he would call Blaine just so he could spend hours snuggling with him as they talked. That's something else he really enjoys about Blaine; he finds he can talk about anything with him.

Pretty much everybody he knows he shuts off at a certain point. With his dad he couldn't tell him about the bullying; with his friends, he only talks so much about his problems. But, somehow, with Blaine, he is able to tell him things he usually has trouble telling people he knows.

It might be stupid, he knows. Blaine is paid to do whatever the client wants, even sit and listen and talk. But he knows there has to be a reason he feels so comfortable around this man he's known less than three hours. It doesn't feel forced or weird or unusual between them. It feels more like two people who've known each other for years.

Shifting the slightest in Blaine's arms, a shiver runs through him with each pass of his fingers over the swell of his ass as he drags his fingers over his back, he feels just how sticky and uncomfortable he is.

"We should clean up," he says as he starts to untangle himself from Blaine.

"Okay," Blaine agrees.

After cleaning up and putting their underwear back on, not really caring to get fully dressed, they sit against the headboard with a plate of the baked cookies between them. Kurt finds a bit of pride at seeing Blaine reach for his fourth one. He's still working on his second.

It seemed all the energy spent rutting together with Blaine has made them both hungry. So, they indulge themselves.

"These are really great," Blaine says as he takes a big bite of his cookie.

"Thanks," he says back. "It's my mom's recipe. Actually, everything I make is from one of her recipes."

"Well, she would be proud."

Where he would usually feel uncomfortable and unwilling to talk about his mom to anyone but his dad, he finds it comes easy with Blaine. Telling him about her is something he wants to do. He wants to tell him a lot of things about himself to this person he's known less than five hours, but already feels close to.

"Are you thirsty?" he asks as he sees Blaine finish his cookie. "I could get us some milk."

"You don't have to," Blaine reassures him.

"It's fine." Popping the last piece of his cookie into his mouth, he climbs off his bed and walks to his kitchen.

Grabbing two glasses and the cold milk from the fridge, he pours each of them some. Putting away the milk, he walks back to his bedroom, chuckling at Blaine eating another cookie. "Here you go," he says as he holds out the glass after sitting back on the bed.

"Thanks," Blaine mumbles around the bite of cookie in his mouth.

"You're about to finish that batch of cookies," Kurt points out with a laugh, taking a drink of his milk.

"Sorry, but they're delicious."

"So I've been told many times."

He watches Blaine take a long drink of his milk before he speaks again. "So, are you in school or something else?"

"I go to NYADA part-time. Then I'm an intern at Vogue," he informs him, seeing an impressed look on Blaine's face.

"So, you couldn't decide between fashion and singing?"

"I, actually, only recently started attending NYADA. I didn't get in the first time I auditioned, but I got accepted a not too long ago," Kurt explains. "In a few months I'm going to decide what I want more and drop one of them." He grabs another cookie. "What about you? Did you go to school?"

"NYU to be exact. Got my degree and never did anything with it," Blaine tells him, shrugging his shoulders. "I took a year off after I graduated to find out what I really wanted to do. It was about five months after that that I went to work where I'm at now."

Kurt takes a drink of his milk. "Do you have and siblings?"

"I have an older brother, Cooper."

"Does your family know what you do?" Blaine looks at him and arches an eyebrow, giving a him a look that says "What do you think?" "Okay, so they don't know," Kurt chuckles. "How long do you plan to do this? Because, eventually, they'll find out."

"I'll know when I will want to stop. When that is, I can't say."

Taking the second to last cookie, nibbling on it a bit, Kurt thinks about what they just did. "Is it always that amazing?" he shyly questions as he looks to Blaine.

"From personal experience," Blaine replies. "No. Sometimes it's plain terrible."

"Well then, I'm glad you were able to make it amazing for me," Kurt tells him.

"Me too," Blaine agrees.

He knows it's probably stupid of him to hire an escort just to have sex, but, so far, he isn't regretting his choice in the least. Blaine is the kind of guy he would go after even out of this business deal. He's funny, sweet, charming, extremely handsome, and makes him feel more amazing about himself than anybody he knows. It's only been several hours, but he already knows he wants to see Blaine again. Thinking about it, he's glad he shelled out the cash to hire an escort, because, now, he has this great guy sitting next to him.

Grabbing the empty plate from the bed, and setting it on the nightstand next to him, he feels as a wave of tiredness overtakes him. Letting out a yawn, tired, but not too tired to go to sleep for the night, he lies down. Pulling a blanket over himself, he gets comfortable. "Don't leave yet," he tells Blaine. "I'm going to take a nap. I don't want you gone when I wake up."

"Okay," Blaine easily agrees. "I'll even wake you up after a couple hours."

"Sounds good to me," Kurt mumbles, nuzzling closer into his pillow. "Want to do that again."

"Okay," Blaine chuckles. "Go to sleep. And when you wake up we'll do something better."

Kurt closes his eyes and starts to drift off with a smile on his lips, feeling Blaine soothingly skim his fingers along his spine.