Blaine could not believe he agreed to this. Why had he agreed to this? Was it the pout on his boyfriend's face when Blaine said he had to go home and pack for their trip to Ohio? Was it the whine that fell from Kurt's lips when he reached for the door? Was it the fact that his boyfriend stood in front of him in nothing but glitter and a thong made entirely of those rainbow hard candies that they make necklaces out of?Yeah, the last one is definitely the reason I stayed.

That was how Blaine ended up sprawled across the chaise lounge on the far side of Kurt's bedroom while he worked. It was different than watching online. Unlike online, Blaine had a perfect view of his boyfriend's beautiful body. He also noticed a difference in demeanor that did not translate into party chats and private shows.

Kurt sat close to the monitor, he always had, but now Blaine knew why. With the monitor close, the audience could ogle his body and Kurt could entertain himself off screen. If asked a few months ago what Kurt Hummel did during performances, Blaine Anderson would never have guessed that the man sent text messages, watched closed captioned television, and read magazines. Kurt did all of those things and his viewers were none the wiser.

Blaine watched as his performer boyfriend typed away at the keyboard before positioning the camera towards his crotch and reaching for his remote. "See, told you this could work." He commented absently as he flipped through channels.

Eyes wide with shock, Blaine met Kurt's gaze. He pointed to the computer and then to his boyfriend. Kurt smiled at his boyfriend's concern. "I muted my mic. They can't hear us. I also turned down the volume so you can't hear them. The things they say sometimes would make you blush." The younger man teased.

"Oh...well..." Blaine replied. That was when a thought began to dance around in his head. "What kinds of things do they say to you?" Kurt, who was typing in the chat room once again, looked up at him from his spot on the bed.

"Do you really want to know?" He asked when his face was, once again, out of the webcam's line of focus. Blaine nodded. He did. "Okay. Well, one guy just told me that he loves my cock and how he would love for me to ram it down his throat."Oh."And this other guy wants to....ewwww...never mind. I'm blocking him because that was just gross." Blaine let out a low chuckle and continued to watch his boyfriend work. And boy did he work.

Watching Kurt do private sessions was the most bizarre thing Blaine ever witnessed. Watching him flirt with other men and play the part of the lonely, sex crazed Lolita –Lolito?-was quite an experience. It was not as uncomfortable as he assumed it would be. It was, however, a bit awkward.What kind of freak am I? I'm watching my boyfriend get some guy off.

Lastly and, most unexpectedly, Blaine found it erotic. So erotic. It was not so much the way the clients interacted with Kurt as it was the way Kurt interacted with them. He naturally portrayed a sultry and engaging vixen all the while playing the part of the innocent, untouched virgin. The roles were contradictory, but Kurt worked them and worked them well.Maybe he'll let me work him as hard as he's working himself right now.

The professor shook the thoughts out of his head in favor of watching Kurt finish with his fifth and final customer.Finally.He grinned as he watched his boyfriend cum once again. He barely understood how Kurt could stand to cum so many times in an evening, but he figured it was more of an advantage in their relationship than a pitfall. Kurt had a powerful sex drive.Who doesn't love that?Sex drive aside, Kurt was an amazing person and Blaine would not hesitate to verbalize the fact that he was happy the shift was nearing its close. He would also not hesitate to verbalizewhyhe was so happy about the impending conclusion of the show.

To say the professor was pleased that he postponed packing for their trip was an understatement. He was painfully hard and he needed a release. Badly. Through the chats and the performances, Blaine sat with his rock hard cock straining against his slacks. On top of that, Kurt found it humorous; the professor could tell. Every so often, the elder saw his boyfriend look up from the screen and smirk at him.Oh, you won't be smirking when I've got your cock down my throat and my fingers up your ass.He thought. No, Kurt would not be smiling then.

"...and lastly, you all won't see me until the end of August, but please feel free to send things to my P.O. Box address." Kurt rattled off the address to the audience. Blaine rolled his eyes. When they got back from Ohio, he was certain Kurt's post office box would be filled with sex toys to the likes that they had never seen before. "So...until next time..." Kurt winked and blew a kiss at the screen. The show was over.

There was barely a fraction of a second between the time Kurt logged off the website and the time Blaine attacked him. One moment, he was relaxing on his side and the next, he was flat on his stomach with a clothed cock pressed against the crack of his ass. "God, you were so hot." Blaine whispered into his boyfriend's ear as he fumbled with the tiny, elastic strings of the man's edible underwear. He made a promise to himself when he decided to stay that he would eat those damn panties off his boyfriend, but he didn't have time for that anymore. He needed to be inside his boyfriend and he needed to be there now. "You kept saying and doing these things that drove me fucking crazy. You wanted to drive me crazy, didn't y you?" He did not expect an answer. It would not matter either way. He knew all along that Kurt was teasing him. The sultry looks the performer shot him every so often and his provocative body language gave that away.

Kurt moaned as Blaine ground his cock against his backside. "Fuck yes." He finally answered. Throughout his work evening, he played up his performances just for Blaine. He moaned more, teased more, and pleased more. "I knew you wanted it. You can have it, ya know. I don't bite." He purred. It came out as a challenge; a challenge that Blaine was willing to accept. "And you don't even have to prep me since I'm still stretched from the show. You can slide right in." He moaned as he bowed his back so that his boyfriend's cock pressed more firmly against his ass.

That was all it took. Without a moment to spare, Blaine yanked at the elastic string so hard that the string popped and tiny pieces of hard, rainbow coated candies flew across the room. "You're cleaning that up!" Kurt barked. Blaine ignored the comment –I'll consider it if you're a good boy- in favor of undressing himself and locating the lube that Kurt used during his show.Found it.

He squeezed a generous amount into his palm and coated his naked cock with it. They discussed their condom usage –mainly, Kurt a conversation where Kurt complained about the cost of 'the good ones' and Blaine nodded every few words to look like he was listening- and decided that it was safe to go without. Kurt was untouched prior to their relationship and it had been quite a while since Blaine's last intimate happening, but not so long since he last tested. "Ready?" Blaine asked. It was more of a customary question than a necessary one at that point in their relationship. Kurt nodded. He was born ready, and Blaine knew that.

Blaine slid in all at once. He gave up on inching in after their second or third time together. Kurt took dick like no other, so the slow crawl into the warm heat was unnecessary. The elder gave his boyfriend a moment to adjust –again, customary, not necessary- before he pulled back out. Thus, the pattern began.

The pace started as it usually did; slow and steady. But, that did not last long. As they enjoyed the feeling of one another, their movements began to quicken. When Blaine felt the tight heat engulf him whole –and really, how is he still so tight- he let his instincts take over. He gave into his more primal needs and began fucking his boyfriend with the type of abandon that was usually reserved for hardcore pornography.

"Take it, baby. Take it." He grunted as he thrust into his boyfriend hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall. "Gahh...shit, take it like a man." And he did. Kurt, already working on his sixth orgasm, held his ground as his boyfriend used and abused his ass. He did not shy away from the powerful thrusts or the heavy hand that landed on his ass every so often. He did not shy away from any of it. He, upon request, took it like a man; and he loved every minute of it. "Shit, so close."

Kurt was as well, but he couldn't bring himself to verbalize the fact. He was far too gone to speak. So, rather than trying to speak, he used the tiny reserve of energy he had stored away to hold himself up with one hand while he stroked himself to near completion; grunting and moaning as he did so.

Blaine came first. When Kurt began to wiggle and shout incomplete words, the teacher lost it. With one final, erratic thrust, he released his seed deep inside his boyfriend. Kurt, never one to be upstaged, finished shortly after; cum landing as far up as his chin. Then, he collapsed onto the bed.This must be what death feels like.He thought as he tried to think of anything other than the pain that was overtaking his nether regions.

Much more carefully than usual, Blaine eased himself out his boyfriend. Once the tip slid out, Blaine backed off the bed and headed to the restroom to grab a towel to clean off with. When he returned, Kurt had not moved a muscle. "Baby." He called as he walked towards the bed. "I'm going to clean you off, okay." Kurt did not make sound. "Baby. Did you hear me?"

"I 'ear oo." The young man mumbled into the mattress. Blaine raised an eyebrow.I don't speak mattress.

"What was that?" He asked as he ran the wash cloth over his boyfriend's ass, collecting cum and lube as he did so. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his boyfriend's shoulders rise and fall dramatically and turned his head to watch as the pale man turned his head to the side. He looked exhausted.

"I said, I heard you." Blaine smiled and continued to wipe the man off. Things went well until it was time for Kurt to roll over. When Blaine asked him to roll onto his back, Kurt scoffed. "I'm dead. So, it's logical to assume that I can't move." The professor rolled his eyes.

"You're not dead. You're just dramatic."

"When you cum six times in a row, you can tell me I'm dramatic. Until then, fuck you. I'm not moving." Kurt advised. Blaine rolled his eyes again –I didn't know they spelled dramatic K-U-R-T- and flipped his boyfriend over. By the time Blaine finished wiping him down, Kurt was fast asleep. It was just as well. Blaine was also tired and they had to hit the road in the morning to Ohio....oh and they had to go pack Blaine's bag since that never happened. As he snuggled his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck, he realized that he did not care that the bag did not get packed because he had more fun procrastinating than he could have imagined he would.

"...and no working while we're home, right?" Blaine asked for the millionth time as he switched lanes on the interstate. His boyfriend rolled his eyes from the passenger seat. For the millionth time, he agreed. "Great. So, I figured we could go straight to my parent's house and hang out there until we have to meet them for dinner. I want to show you where I grew up. If that's okay." Kurt saw the puppy dog look on his boyfriend's face and smiled.

"Of course it's fine, baby...but only if you show me some baby pictures." Blaine shook his head and Kurt pouted. "Fine, see if you get any while we're there." He said as he rolled onto his side in the passenger's seat. Despite getting a whopping three hours of sleep –sarcasm implied- he was exhausted.

The professor scoffed.Like he's going to hold out on me. Right? He wouldn't do that. "Maybe I'll find a picture or two somewhere."

"That's what I thought." Kurt mumbled. The elder could hear the sleep in his boyfriend's voice and he knew that his passenger was down for the count. It was just as well. The silent ride proved to be the perfect environment for Blaine's thought process. And, the only thing on his mind was the trip.

He had everything planned. They were set to stay in his tiny, two bedroom cottage just outside of Westerville –for once, I'm excited to be the only idiot to purchase a time share in Ohio-and split their time between the two families. That gave them time with the ones they loved without cramping anyone's style. It also made it possible for them to spend private time together without worrying about house implemented sound ordinances. It was perfect; just perfect.

An hour after they merged off the highway, Blaine pulled into the driveway of his childhood home. By the looks of the empty circular driveway that rounded the manicured grass in front of the obscenely large house, no one was home. The professor quickly killed the engine and turned to his boyfriend. "Baby," he whispered. "it's time to wake up. We're here."

Kurt grumbled under his breathe and tried to bat the hand away that was shaking him. It was to no avail. "Kurt, we're here. Come on, get up. Let's go inside." He tried again.

A frustrated groan sounded from the small bundle of Kurt in the passenger seat. "How did we get here so fast?" He grumbled as he stretched out his limbs. That made Blaine chuckle.

"It always seems fast when you're asleep. Now, come on. Let's go inside."

At that moment, the situation sank in for Kurt. They were there. Like, there there. As in, at Blaine's parent's house. As in, he was about to meet his boyfriend's parents.Oh shit.He thought as he shot up in his seat. He played the part of the calm, cool collected boyfriend well while they were in Chicago, but they weren't in Chicago anymore, Toto. No, they were in front of his boyfriend's parent's house and Kurt was honestly petrified. "Finally. I thought I was going to have to pour water on you." Blaine chuckled as he opened his door.

"That's not funny. If you would have thrown water on me, I would have murdered you....and not your run of the mill murder; I'm talking 'this shit only happen in movies' murder."

Blaine chuckled again, much to his boyfriend's dismay, and stepped out of the car. "Okay, Kurt. Are you ready to go? I smell like car and I really need a shower." The elder whined. Was he ready?Hell no.Did it matter?Hell no!They were there and there was no turning back.Well, shit!

The performer took a deep breath and opened the door. He placed one foot on the ground before turning back to his boyfriend. "As ready as I'll ever be." With that, he hoisted himself out and shut the car door.Here goes nothing.

Sour moods were a common occurrence for Henry Davis. Kurt's show was on a summer hiatus and his wife was whining about a nonexistent trip to Florida. "But we go every year!" She shouted. Henry rolled his eyes and spun towards his computer desk in his office chair. He was waiting for his phone to ring. He left a message for the lead assistant of SugarBaby, Inc. earlier in the day and he was patiently awaiting her response. She would call; it was just a matter of when.

Three hours later, Pricilla called. Henry was ecstatic. Then, once again, everything came crashing down. "Are you serious? Do you realize how much money I'm offering? He can't just decline." Henry barked into the house phone. He was past caring if Susan answered the phone. He was past caring if she found out about his obsession –he was certain she had. He was past all of the red tape. It was not about her or her feelings. It was not about Tyler; not anymore.

It was about Kurt. Deep down, Henry wondered if it was always about Kurt. Maybe there was never an unnatural attraction to Tyler, maybe it was always Kurt. He began watching Kurt's show one year ago, shortly after his flagship performance, and that's when he began to notice Tyler. He noticed similarities in his son and the web performer and they caused him to second glance his son every so often. Maybe Tyler was never the center of his attraction to Kurt. It was, perhaps, the other way around. Yeah, it's always been Kurt.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Davis, but Hummel declined. He doesn't want to do the show." Pricilla did not sound sorry. She sounded bored. That was not what Henry caught, however. Hummel. Who was Hummel?

"Hu-" He began.

"Yes, Kurt. He does not want to perform for you. Sorry, I can't do anything to help you with this." Hummel. Kurt Hummel. Little did Pricilla know, she helped more than Henry could have dreamed of.

He leaned back in his chair and grinned. "You're right. Thank you for trying, Pricilla."

With a sigh and a presumed eye roll, Pricilla responded. "Yep." She then disconnected the call without another word. It was just as well, Henry needed to find out as much about Kurt Hummel as he could as quickly as he could. There were things he already knew, but there was so much more he could find out with a last name. The possibilities seemed endless.

Without a second thought, Henry rolled his finger over the mouse of his computer and typed 'Kurt Hummel' into the search engine. Thousands upon thousands of hits came up. He found LinkedIn profiles for a few Kurt Hummels, a few Facebook links, and a million pictures. None of them were his Kurt though.My Kurt. I like the sound of that.

He did not give up though. He continued to search background check sites and various social media networks until realization hit him. He knew more about Kurt than he was giving himself credit for. Every show, Kurt rattled a post office box address in Illinois; Chicago to be specific. Quickly, he returned to the main page and typed in 'Kurt Hummel Chicago'. The hits were miniscule in comparison to the other search.

Henry scrolled through a few links but only found mentions of Kurt's name. The young man had his name printed in a few student written publications for a college in the area and a Facebook link. He chose the link over reading the articles. He could read them later.

When the page loaded, Henry was disappointed. Yes, it washisKurt's in the profile picture, but there was another man and that man was kissing the performer on the cheek. Henry did not like that. He did not like that at all. More disappointment came he realized that Kurt's profile was set as private. It was just as well. At least he had a full name to work with and a generalized location. With some outside help and a bit of patience, everything would work out.In due time.He thought as he picked up his phone.

He scrolled through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for. Without a moment's hesitation, he pressed the send button and waited for someone to answer. "Y'ello." Ken, an old friend from college turned private investigator, bellowed into the phone.

"What's up, Ken, its Henry. Henry Davis from college." The line went silent for a moment and Henry wondered if the call dropped.

It hadn't. "Henry Davis from school. What's up man? How's life?" The man asked.

"It's great. Listen, I need you to do me a huge favor." Henry advised.

"What can I help you with, man? You know I've always got your back."

Henry smiled. It was almost too easy. "Great to hear." He held his tongue to avoid letting the underlying sarcasm he had sitting on his tongue. "Now, Ken, this favor is huge, but I'm willing to pay."

Money talks and bullshit walks."What is it, man?"

"Ken, I need you to find someone for me."