Both boys continued to stare at each other, not breaking their gazes until Max burst into the room, wondering why it was taking so long and scared that something had gone wrong. He was, of course, relieved to find out that Kurt was okay.

He cleared his throat and clapped his hands together when he walked in being unnoticed by either of the two. "Times up, boys," he announced. "And Adonis, you can go on home. Your shift's over."

Kurt nodded and reluctantly pushed himself off of Blaine's lap. He was embarrassed that his boss had caught him in this position, and his face reddened even more when he tripped over his own feet, causing himself to go flying into his arms. He straightened himself, thinking he'd steadied himself, but that theory was proven wrong as he stumbled out of the room, leaving Max and Blaine to stare at him as he disappeared.

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Max left shortly after Kurt did, and Blaine took a bit of time to compose himself before exiting. He shut his eyes, pressing his fingers to his temple. What had just happened? He took a deep breath, calming himself. He'd been so lost in Kurt's eyes and hips, any thoughts of Sebastian had been wiped clean from his mind.

When he calmed down, those thoughts came rushing back. Oh, God. Sebastian! He thought of all the possible things that could happen if his fiance ever found out about this. The wedding would definitely be off, that's for sure. And he'd probably cut off all communication with him.

He stayed in the room for just a little while longer, his head in his hands, promising himself to keep his mouth just and never let Sebastian find out about the lap dance. And coming to the strip club in general, even though it was against his will.

Blaine unglued his feet from the floor and his butt from the chair, pushing himself up. His legs seemed to lock up from sitting down for so long and he stretched them out before turning around and walking out of the room, heading back to the front to find Wes and David.

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Kurt packed up his stuff, shoving them in his bag after changing outfits. He didn't bother with walking half the way home, and instead hailed a cab back right in front of the club. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, exhausted. He leaned back against the seat, going over all of the events that went on during the night.

It wasn't really how he expected it to turn out — or at all, actually. He didn't see himself ever giving another lap dance to anyone ever again, and it shocked him that he actually enjoyed it. What had come over him? What was it about this particular boy that made him disregard everything he promised himself he'd never do again?

The ride home seemed shorter than usual, and when the driver pulled up to his apartment, he quickly paid and trudged inside the building and up to the 4th floor, where he shared the place with his best friend.

He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. Stepping inside, he shut the door, not bothering being quiet since he knew Rachel would be awake still anyway.

After doing his moisturizing regime and changing into pajamas, he debated telling Rachel about all that had went on tonight. He decided he would, thinking maybe she'd be able to give him some advice. He scooted off of the chair and exited his room, past the living room and to the other side of the apartment to Rachel's room.

"Rach?" he called, knocking lightly on the door. After a few moments, the door was pulled open, revealing a short, dark-haired girl who was currently dressed in blue pajamas with little pink bunnies on them. The girl smiled up at him, "what's up, Kurt?"

Kurt pushed past her and into the room with a simple "we need to talk", even though what he was about to tell her was not simple at all. It was, in fact, very complicated.

Rachel followed him over to her bed, crossing her legs as she climbed up onto the mattress. She stared at Kurt, silent, as she waited for him to start speaking. A few minutes passed, as Kurt contemplated how to start, but he finally opened his mouth. "I — there was this guy..."

He told her all about the lap dance he'd agreed to give Blaine, and everything in between. When he finished, Rachel started bouncing on her knees, "oh my god, Kurt. I swear you have the best job ever," she squealed.

Kurt only rolled his eyes, scoffing. "I'm not too sure dancing around on a stage half naked at a place called The Cockpit, would qualify as the best job ever."

This caused Rachel to giggle and they were silent for awhile until Kurt spoke again. "I think I have a problem, though, Rachel... there's something about that guy. I'm not sure what it was, but there's definitely something. I wouldn't have normally agreed to do a lap dance. Sure, I agreed to it at first for the pay, but in the end I wanted to kiss him, and I didn't want to leave when it was over."

He took a breath, since he hadn't stopped talking since he started and buried his face in his hands. Rachel leaned over, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Shh, calm down, Kurt," she soothed. "I think you just have a crush on him. Maybe he'll be there next time you work and you can talk to him."

Kurt finally looked up, nodding and smiling. "You're right," he agreed, reaching his arms out to pull his best friend into a hug.

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Blaine avoided every question his friends threw at him, apart from admitting that he had in fact enjoyed himself. The ride back to his apartment was quiet, the only noise was the music playing silently in the background.

He waved goodbye to the boys before walking into the building. He pulled his phone out of his pocket when he walked inside the kitchen area which was right by the front door, wondering whether or not he should text Sebastian.

Deciding not to, because he'd probably be too drunk by now to even open the text, he opted for showering and changing into a pair of plaid pajama pants and just tossing his t-shirt he wore earlier back on before snuggling into his bed. His thoughts consisted of, not Sebastian like usual, but Kurt as he drifted off.