When Kurt stepped backstage, he looked down at the cash in his hands, estimating it to be around $170-215, which was pretty much the usual amount he made every night he worked. He swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, ridding it of the sweat from dancing. He was heading back to the dressing room, when someone grabbed his elbow, stopping him.

He turned slightly, coming face to face with a slightly shorter, jet-black haired man. "Hey, Max," he said to the club owner. "Can I help you with something?"

Max bit his lip, staying silent for a few moments. "Actually, yes. And just hear me out on this, alright?" 

Kurt didn't like where this was going, but he nodded anyway. Max gave him a small smile before starting on the proposal, "now I know you're not really the one for private shows, but—"

And that's all it took for Kurt. "No," was all he said. He didn't want to hear the rest of what the man was going to say; at the mention of a private show, he was done. He'd given a few before, but they'd ended up with Kurt punching some in the face and Max dragging them out of the room and club. They were obviously far too drunk to understand it was against the rules for the customer to grab for the dancer and touch them. 

He was about to walk away when Max grabbed his arm again, pulling him back. "Just listen, okay, Kurt? I know you've had a couple bad experiences with these, and weren't comfortable with them in the first place, but it's a lot of money..."

Kurt raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms, shifting from one foot to the other, indicating that he was listening. "How much?" he inquired.

"Well, it's for these guys' friend... they offered $1,500. Each." At this, Kurt's eyes about popped out of his head. He was just offered $2,500 to give some guy a lap dance. That plus the other money he'd made tonight would definitely give him more than enough to restock his wardrobe, which he desperately needed to do. "I'm in," he agreed.

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Blaine trudged behind Wes and David down the hallway, stopping right in front of a black door. A man was standing right outside of it — the same one Wes and David had spoken to earlier. "This your friend?" he asked, peering around the two boys and studying Blaine.

Wes nodded and pulled Blaine in front of him. The man raised his eyebrow, taking notice of how uncomfortable he looked. "Have fun, Blainey," Wes called and David patted his back before they left him with the man, who proceeded to open the door and motion for Blaine to step inside.

He obliged a bit hesitantly, and stood right by the door awkwardly. The man wanted to question his actions, but decided to let it go. He pointed to a chair and instructed Blaine to take a seat. Once he was sitting, he decided to go over the rules. 

"You cannot touch or grab for him at any time, understood?" when Blaine nodded, he continued. "If you do anything that harms him at all, you're out of here. No question about it. And lastly, if he looks or starts to get uncomfortable, or he just stops all together, do not force him to continue, and just walk away. Got it?"

Blaine only nodded once again, not really being able to actually say anything. He knew the rules, he understood them, and he would never do anything to hurt the beautiful man who was about to give him a lap dance. Especially since he didn't even want it in the first place.

Just enjoy yourself, he told himself once the man left. The only way Sebastian will find out is if you tell him personally, or the dancer knows him and tells him, which is very unlikely. So just relax.

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When Kurt got back to the dressing room, he entered quickly and made his way over to the sink, tossing a handful of cold water at his face. He grabbed a towel and dried off the water. He fixed his hair before walking back out into the room, immediately starting to pace.

Why did he agree to do this? Sure, the amount of money he was going to get out of it was great, but he just felt uncomfortable about the whole thing. He didn't want another reminder of the incident that had happened last time he'd done this.

Finally, he stopped pacing, but it took another couple of minutes to get himself calmed down before entering the lounge. He took a deep breath, holding it in for just a moment before pushing the door open. 

Stepping into the room, the first thing Kurt noticed was a curly-haired boy sitting in a chair right in front of him, looking just about as nervous and uncomfortable as Kurt himself. Blaine looked up and locked eyes with the boy in front of him, causing both of their breaths to hitch.

Oh, god. He was beautiful, which just made everything much worse for Kurt. And for Blaine, too. All thoughts of Sebastian were wiped completely from his mind as he and Kurt continued to have a stare down.

Blaine debated on whether or not he should say something, but he thought better of it. It wasn't as if it could really talk right now anyway. The same thoughts were running through Kurt's mind as well. 

He should probably say something, but what was he going to say? "Hello, my name is Adonis and I'm going to be giving you a lap dance"? No. He finally tore his eyes away from Blaine's, now focusing on a random spot on the floor instead.

After a few more moments of silence passed, Kurt decided he was going to say something. He picked his head up, looking back over at Blaine. "Um... I'm Kur-Adonis," he squeaked out. Wow. Squeaking and almost revealing your real name? Smooth, Hummel. Really.

Blaine snorted at the name, causing Kurt to shoot him a look. The shorter boy covered his mouth, letting out a mumbled "sorry", not willing to find out what would happen if he pissed this beautiful boy off. "I'm Blaine," he introduced, calmer than how Kurt had done it, but not by much, really.

Kurt nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Should we — uh — start, then? Because you kind of look as if you're going to throw up." At this, he took a step back in case the other boy did in fact throw up. Even though he was breathtakingly beautiful, Kurt really did not feel like being puked upon.

Blaine laughed, shaking his head. He'd calmed down a lot, being around Kurt. Or maybe it was because they weren't really doing anything other than talking. "Don't sorry, I'm not going to throw up." He bit his lip, trying to come up with why he looked this way. "It's just... I've never done this before."

It wasn't a lie exactly — sure, he'd been given a lap dance before, just not by anyone who wasn't Sebastian.

Kurt mouth "oh", but more to himself than directed at Blaine. That information shocked him a bit... how could someone who looked like that not have ever received a lap dance? He shrugged it off, maybe it just wasn't his thing... but if that's true, then why was he here?

"Well, if you don't want to—" he started, hoping he'd get out of this easily. Blaine opened his mouth and Kurt braced himself for what he was about to hear. Probably something along the lines of "stop talking and just give me a damn lap dance" like the last guy.

"My friends forced me into doing this," he answered Kurt's question from before, as if he'd read his mind. "If you don't want to do it though, that's okay."

Well then. Kurt definitely wasn't expecting that. Out of all the people he'd given lap dances to — granted, it was only a handful — not once had that ever happened before. And this caused Kurt to contemplate just leaving the room, but something had made him decide against it. 

"No. No, it's — it's fine," he replied, not really convincing himself but he grabbed for the remote and hit the play button on the stereo anyway before actually thinking about it.

It took a few seconds for Kurt to get into his element, but when he finally did, he found himself starting to unbutton his shirt, tossing it aside when all the buttons were undone. After his shirt was gone, he strode over to Blaine, grabbing a hold of his shoulders and straddling him in the chair.

Kurt's hips starting moving in circles rhythmically on Blaine's lap as Lady Gaga's voice filled the room. He ran one hand through Blaine's hair, the other down his chest, shocking both Blaine and himself.

Blaine gulped, feeling himself getting hard already. Shit. It didn't help when Kurt started fiddling with the button on his jeans, but not actually unbuttoning them though he so desperately wanted him to. 

Kurt's hands rested on Blaine's sides as he joined in on the next part, staring directly into Blaine's eyes. 

I want to kiss you,

but if I do then I might miss you, babe

It's complicated and stupid,

Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid

Guess he wants to play, wants to play

A love game, a love game

Blaine tilted his head back, closing his eyes. His erection was growing harder and harder with each word Kurt sang, and he just wanted to reach up and kiss him. And no matter how badly he wanted to do so, he restrained himself, not too sure how he was doing it. But he did.

A smirk plastered across Kurt's face as he felt the boy underneath him growing hard. He couldn't deny that he himself was too, but he wasn't focusing on it. Instead, he leaned in closer to Blaine, lips inches a part as he whispered the next line of the song.

Hold me and love me,

Just wanna touch you for a minute

Three seconds is enough,

For my heart to quit it

He licked his lips, deciding to tease him more by backing away. His fingers ran down the front of his shirt once more before he slid off, walking backwards, not wanting to take his eyes off of Blaine, towards the pole that was placed in the middle of the room.

He let Lady Gaga take over the rest of the song as he grabbed a hold of the pole and twirled himself around. He did this a few more times before wrapping his legs around it and flipping upside down. He winked over at Blaine before pushing himself away from the pole.

'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god' was the only thing running through Blaine's mind as he watched Kurt twirl around on the pole. His eyes bugged out, mouth dropping open as Kurt started crawling back over to him.

He couldn't believe what was going on. Sebastian had never done anything like this before — he just gave him a normal lap dance, with occasionally being tied up. At the remembrance of this, Blaine thought about how he wanted Kurt to tie him up.

Kurt straddled his lap once again, wiggling his hips a few more times before the song ended. He was sweaty and panting and he barely got out a "wow" when the song finished. Blaine blinked a few times, finally shutting his mouth. It was a few moments of just sitting in silence until Blaine repeated Kurt and let out a whispered "wow."