They headed to Blaine's apartment that night. Kurt contacted the site on his way there, informing them that he was caught in traffic and would not be able to make his show. They were not pleased but Kurt didn't care. It was the truth.

Nestled close to Blaine in his giant bed, Kurt felt utterly content. Months ago, before Blaine came along, Kurt never missed a performance. He couldn't. After years of rejection and social neglect, Kurt needed them. He needed people to pay attention to him and he needed their praise. He got that through his job. He also got gifts and...who doesn't like presents?

The incessant need for praise and approval from nameless cyber patrons dwindled as he spent more time with Blaine. The performer was not quite ready to give up the adoration of his fan base, but he was close. There, lying next to his sleeping boyfriend, Kurt felt like he had all the recognition and acceptance he needed. Blaine made him feel things he'd never felt before and made him think things he'd never thought before.

For the first time in his life, Kurt felt like he was important to someone. Blaine made him feel like he was the one that people should beg to stay, not the other way around.("I hate that you think that you need to do all this stuff to keep people in your life. That's kind of backwards to me. They should be begging to keep you around!")

Kurt smiled at the memory of the words and snuggled closer to his boyfriend's side. Blaine was so animated and so passionate when he spoke that Kurt couldn't help but take his words to heart. Yes, he loved Blaine; he just wasn't ready to give up all that at attention yet. One day though. One day, he would walk away from his fans and straight into his boyfriend's arms; hopefully.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm late!" Kurt grumbled as he jammed his key in the door. He and Blaine spent the better part of the day getting ready for the upcoming school year that he barely made it home with enough time to get ready for his show.

The front door flung open and Kurt rushed into the house. He dropped his school books –I hate the school book store. The lines are awful before the semester starts.-on the ground next to the door and began to undress. He tugged his shirt over his head and let it fall on top of the books. As quickly as he could, he toed off his shoes and tugged down the sweat pants he stole from his boyfriend's closet. It's not stealing if he's your boyfriend.

As he dashed through the house, Kurt stole a glance at the clock above his television.Fuck! I'm late."Shit, shit, shit." He chanted as he darted through the tiny apartment to his bedroom. He tore into his closet and quickly picked out a pair of underwear for his show, red Cheekies with black trim, and replaced his boxer briefs with them. Just as he was about to exit his walk in, something caught his eye. He grabbed it off the floor and headed towards his living room. He would be doing the show in there.

Kurt turned off the light in his room and headed into the living room. He missed the soiled picture and the open drawers next to his bed completely.

"HIIIIII!" Kurt sang into the camera. "I've missed you all so much! I'm back though. No more breaks for a while." Kurt turned over on the faux zebra pelt rug he'd found in his closet and batted his eyelashes at the camera. It was his first show back and he wanted it to be special. Luckily, he checked his post office box before heading home, so he had all the items he needed to put on a fantastic show.Dear Tardiness, I win. Sincerely, Kurt.

JustInCredible: So glad you're back, beautiful. I've missed you.

XtremeKurtFan: I barely made it through the summer without you. Please don't ever leave again.

ILuvTWINKies: I love you, Kurt. I missed you!

Kurt giggled as he replied to each comment. Deep down, he was extremely relieved that 'NEPats' wasn't in the chat room. Maybe he moved on to bigger and better things.Whatever the case, Kurt was grateful.

The night ran smoothly. Kurt opened the packages that he received from his fans during the party chats and worked private shows in between. Oddly enough, Kurt had a very difficult timeperformingfor his shows. It wasn't that he couldn't get it up, that was never a problem, it was that he couldn't reach an orgasm. Try as he did, the young performer couldn't cum.Oh no! My dick doesn't work. As it was, luck was on Kurt's side and none of his customer's cared about his inability to reach his climax. As they so eloquently put it, they came and that was all that mattered. Kurt smiled and nodded each time, thanking them for their understanding.

As he neared the end of the night, Kurt was exhausted. He was also damn near broke, so he had to squeeze in at least one more private session.What? My life is expensive and I haven't worked all summer."Alright, guys. I've got one time slot left. Who wants it?"

LoveHerBoy69: Come on, baby. You know I don't get paid until Friday.

Kurt rolled his eyes at the screen. "Well then you don't get a show until Friday."

LoveHerBoy69: That's cold.

"That'sbusiness." Kurt emphasized the word. They needed to understand that the entire deal: the site, the shows; they were all part of a business transaction. Kurt continued to read the explanations as to why the other guys couldn't afford to purchase. Their wife would see their credit card bill. They just paid rent. Excuses. Excuses.

Eventually, his computer chimed. He had a buyer. "It looks like we have a.....OOHHHHH....Yes. We definitely have a buy." He purred as he began to switch screens.

Babar614: I knew you'd be surprised.

"Are we really doing it like this, baby? You're not going to let me see you?" Kurt asked as he fumbled around off screen. It was almost nostalgic. The screen was blacked out, so the only contact he had with the man on the other end was a string of messages that kept popping up on the bottom of the screen.

Babar614: You look gorgeous, Kurt.

Babar614: I love you, Kurt.

Babar614: I can't wait to see what you have planned for us, Kurt.

Kurt grinned to himself "I can't wait toshowyou what I have planned. You're going to love it." Eventually, Kurt plopped back down on in bed and preened into the camera. "And when I say love it, I mean LOVE IT!"

Babar614: What's in the box?

Kurt grinned. Yes, the box. Blaine would love what was in the box. "Well," he began as he tore back the flaps of the box, "it's a little something that makes me think of you. Did you see the beginning of the show?"

Babar614: No.

Kurt smirked. "I opened it then." Kurt reached his hands into the giant box and pulled out something he knew Blaine had never seen before. "It's a realistic ass; Blake Riley's to be exact. Apparently, they say he has the nicest ass in porn but obviously, they haven't seen mine yet. But, tonight, it's not Blake's ass. Tonight it's Blaine's ass and I can't wait to show you what I've got in store for Blaine's ass."

The performer flicked the box out of site and placed the perfectly shaped, cyber skin mound on the ground in front of him. "I guess it's as close as I'll get to having you tonight. That makes me sad, Blaine." He pouted for a second as he rubbed his hands over the smooth surface.

Babar614: Don't be sad, baby. I'm right here.

"I know, but you're notright here!" Kurt pouted. He reached to his side and grabbed his lube. "Ya know, I don't really have to prep this," he motioned to the imitation ass in front of him, "because it's not as tight as you are. You're so tight, baby. Icanstretch you all night and you're still tight the next day. You snap back like a rubber band."

Kurt poured a generous amount of lube into his palm. He quickly heated it between his hands. "Gonna fuck you so good." He moaned. For the first time all night, his hand felt amazing as it slid to the base of his cock.Maybe it's because this is Blaine.

That was it. It made perfect sense. While his sex drive never deterred, his ability to cum did. It was Blaine. Blaine was the reason that Kurt was having difficulty cumming.I wasn't cumming because they aren't Blaine.Blaine could make him cum at the drop of a hat. The other guys – the ones that fawned over him incessantly- weren't the man he loved. That was the difference. Kurt loved his boyfriend and he loved the things he did for him. It almost made him chuckle.It's because I love him. Why didn't I realize that before?

Babar614: Don't have too much fun with yourself, baby. I want to see you fuck that tight ass in front of you.

Kurt's eyes flew open when he heard the ding of an instant message ring out from his computer speakers. He read the message and chuckled. "Sorry, baby. I'll get to it." The performer lined his knees behind the synthetic ass and lined his cock up with the hole.

Babar614: Don't call me baby.

Kurt pushed in slowly, letting his eyes slip shut as he reveled in the slow drag of his cock against the walls. "Fuck." He grunted once he was squeezed inside the tight hole. When he opened his eyes, he frowned. Blaine always loved it when he called him 'baby'.("It's super sweet. Pet names are like a pillar in a good relationship. I mean, what kind of guy doesn't like to have someone there to bring them back to the nicer things when they're strung out and having an awful day. When you call me baby, it makes me feel like I've got something amazing to hold onto when I'm drowning in life.")

Babar614: Call me daddy.

The performers eyes lit up an exaggerated moan tumbled from his lips. The sounds grew louder as his thrust harder. "God. Yes, bab-DADDY. I love the sex games we play." He shouted. He wasn't going to last long. It was embarrassing. In his own defense, he was holding 4 private sessions worth of cum in his nut sack, so he wasn't ashamed.

Babar614: Daddy wants to see you cum, baby. Pull out when you're close. I want to watch you get your new toy all messy. Then, I want you to lick it off. Come on, baby. Make Daddy proud.

"Fuck. Yes. I'll make you so....GOD...so proud, Daddy." Kurt thrust a few more times before pulling out. He was cumming the moment he slid out. With the few strokes that it took, he was able to milk himself dry and release the hours of pent up tension he'd been carrying.

Babar614: Do as Daddy told you to do, baby. Lick it clean. I don't want to see a single drop go to waste.

Kurt squealed despite himself and proceeded to clean the pert mounds of the rubber ass with his tongue. When he was finished, not a single drop was left.

Blaine was startled awake late that evening by his phone.

You make me feel
Like I'm livin' a
Teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back

It was Kurt's ringtone so he had to answer. The professor rolled over on his bed and fumbled blindly around his night stand for his phone. Found it. "Hey, baby." He yawned as he plopped back against his pillows.

"Hey, lover. You sound tired." Blaine smiled to himself. He loved the sound of Kurt's voice.

"Yeah. I'm exhausted. You wore me out today." It was the truth. He loved Kurt more than anything in the world, but he wasn't 21 anymore. He was 30 and he couldn't do those things all day like before.

"I bet I did....Daddy." Blaine's eyebrows shot up.Well, that's new.They'd explored a few different role playing scenarios in the bedroom, but that was not one of them.

"Ummm...yeah..you did."I'm not exactly sure where we're going with this, but I might like it.

He heard his boyfriend giggle on the other end. "Yeah I did." He confirmed. "All the stuff you had me do. You're so nasty. I loved it!" Blaine thought back on their day. They hadn't donethatmuch. They split up so Kurt could get his schedule and his books while Blaine ran to drop a few things off in his classroom. They did lunch off campus and then a movie. Nothing too strenuous. ...or nasty for that matter.

"O—kay?"

"God, Blaine. Don't be like that. Don't make me drag it out of you. The way you had me going through my entire performance –calling you Daddy and licking up my own cum- I just wanted to bask in that feeling with you. It was so fresh for us and I just wanted to tell you that I enjoyed it and I'm so glad you logged on. Then, you made sure it was just like before and-" Kurt rambled on for a few minutes before Blaine finally stopped him.

"Kurt," The professor was completely confused. "I didn't watch your show tonight."