"Wait. What?" Kurt was confused. Had Mr. Anderson just said that? Everything had gone fine up until that moment. He'd received an email from Mr. Anderson stating that they needed to have a talk. Kurt advised him that he was in Ohio and they could talk when he got back. When he got another message in his campus email inbox, it said that his teacher was in Ohio as well and asked if he knew where Westerville was. Kurt almost squealed. Westerville was two hours away. They were so close.

Kurt sent back that he did and they decided to meet at The Lima Bean. Kurt had no idea why they called it that because it wasn't in Lima and lima beans had nothing to do with coffee; as far as Kurt knew. They set a time and Kurt got ready to leave. He wanted to look his best. Yes, he was embarrassed about what happened, but he wasn't embarrassed enough to risk not looking his best. He was meeting the man of his dreams, as he often reminded himself, for coffee.

Mr. Anderson was already in the coffee shop when Kurt walked in. The performer spotted him instantly and walked directly to his table. The professor had a cup of coffee for himself and he had one for Kurt. Kurt shot him a quizzical look and the professor said he had a thing for trying to guess someone's coffee order. Kurt took the cup and sipped from it. Mr. Anderson was good because he'd guessed Kurt's order exactly; Grande Nonfat Mocha.

The two shared a bit of meaningless chit chat about upcoming topics in class for a moment to break the ice. Then, Kurt went in for the kill. He asked why Mr. Anderson purchased his performances. The teacher blushed to his roots but didn't speak. When he did, it wasn't what the performer expected at all.

He expected the teacher to tell him that he'd loved him from afar for far too long. He expected his teacher to suggest that they engage in a secret relationship until the end of the semester. Kurt expected a day time television romance. Or Pretty Woman. Or whatever. To his dismay, he got none of that.

"It was a mistake." Mr. Anderson said once again. A mistake. Really?"I just...I've been lonely and I don't have much time to date. And...I mean...I am a guy. Guys have needs."

Kurt's eyebrows rose but he didn't say anything.A mistake.Why was he always a mistake? "A mistake." He finally replied. He watched as his teacher nodded. "So.....?" He let the last part hang in the air. So what?

"So...I'd really appreciate your discretion in this matter. I had a lapse in judgment and I'm sorry. But, what I did wasn't illegal. It was, however, highly unethical. Does that make sense?" His teacher looked desperate. Desperate for his 'mistake' not to be flaunted for the entire university. Kurt took a sip of his coffee and nodded.

"Yeah...I can do that. I mean...it's not like I want everyone knowing what I do for a living." Professor Anderson sighed in relief. He looked so relaxed now. Kurt also looked relaxed, but that was a mask. On the inside, Kurt's mind was turning over the teacher's word choice. Mistake.

Mistake. An action or judgment that was misguided or wrong. Kurt was always the mistake.

"I'm sorry, Burt, but this was all a mistake. I can't be a mother. I can't be a wife. This isn't the life I'm supposed to have. I'm supposed to be in New York. I'm supposed to be on a stage. I'm not supposed to be stuck in Ohio married to a mechanic and taking care of a whiny child. I'm so sorry, but I can't do this."

Mistake. He was his mother's mistake.

"Kissing you was a mistake. This isn't who I am. You made me like this. I was fine until you came along. Just....leave me alone!"

Mistake. He was David Karofsky's mistake.

Now, he was Mr. Anderson's mistake.

Kurt could feel himself drowning. He was tired of being a mistake. The performer sat his cup down and shook out his hands –something he did when he felt anxious. He was definitely feeling anxious at the moment. For some reason, the shake of his hands was like the Bat Signal for his walls. He'd shake his hands and they'd fly up. They shielded him from his own emotions and the judgments of others.

When the walls went up, Kurt breathed his own sigh of relief. He then turned to his teacher and smiled. "It's okay. We all make mistakes. Besides, it was just business. For all I care, you can keep paying to watch. I won't tell." Kurt's voice was the definition of calm.

Professor Anderson gaped at him but Kurt ignored it. "I'd love to stay, but I really must be going. I have class on Monday and my history professor hates when I'm late. Have a great day, Mr. Anderson."

Kurt gathered his things as quickly as possible and walked out the door. The second he stepped into the fresh air, his breathing picked up. He was going to cry. He'd held it in long enough to stonewall his teacher, but he could feel the tears pricking at the edges of his eyes. The young performer rushed to his car and slammed the door once he was inside. That's when the first offending tear slid down his face.At least I didn't cry in front of him; that would have been a mistake.Kurt let out a dry chuckle at his thought and started his car. It was time to go home.

It was just business. He should have known. Kurt didn't care about him. He cared about the money. He cared about the attention. He did not, however, care about Blaine.

The teacher sat in silence staring at the cup that his student left sitting across the table when he left. He sighed. This hadn't gone as expected. He was supposed to talk to Kurt; explain the situation. Then, maybe, just maybe, Kurt would be empathetic. Blaine was lonely and he needed Kurt to understand that. Unfortunately, his mouth didn't tell Kurt that he was lonely and that he cared for the boy. He told Kurt that it was all an accident.

Yeah, because I accidentally pulled out my credit card and accidentally paid to watch Kurt climax twice; while I got off as well.Mistake. What a stupid word. Blaine hadn't put together the word and Kurt's reaction; he had no way of knowing about Kurt's history with the word. So, he decided that it was all a business transaction for the younger man.

"Fine." He said aloud to himself as he tossed the two empty cups in the trash. If Kurt thought it was a business transaction, then Blaine could make it a business transaction. Technically, he was lonely and he did like getting off. If all he had to do was pull out his credit card for the world's most beautiful man to spread his digitalized self in front of him, then Blaine was willing to do that. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but he'd accept it for the time being.

"Awww...I've missed you guys too." Kurt gushed as he shot sultry looks into the webcam. His clients, or his guys as he often called them, were eating up his return. The performer liked to think that it was because he looked amazing but he knew it was because he had fallen back into his Super Kurt mentality.

Kurt Hummel, web performer, was sexy in his ability to let the customer's come to him. He didn't pressure them, he simply teased them. Super Kurt was different. He was like a vulture. He teased more than Kurt normally would and he used the power of seduction to rope customers into buying more sessions or buying longer sessions. It was a proven fact that Super Kurt made much more money than Kurt did alone. Unfortunately, it took a lot for Super Kurt to make an appearance. He only came around when Kurt was exceptionally angry or upset. That's how Kurt felt the entire week leading back into his performance.

"I missed my guys so much that I got you all a present." Kurt leaned off screen to grab his bag.They are going to love this.

Before Kurt sat back down, he readjusted the camera. He didn't want to do it later. He checked the playback screen on his laptop and smiled. The camera was pointing at him in a way that caught his entire body down to his clothed crotch.

NEPats: Someone's sporting a hard on already. It's making my mouth water.

MysticFruit: Mine too. You usually aren't hard during party chats. Someone on your mind? I hope it's me.

Kurt giggled and rummaged through the bag. "It's all of you guys. You make me so hard." He said matter of factually without looking towards the camera. "Ahh...here it is."

Kurt pulled out a large, tanned dildo. "I got this for you guys. Do you like it?" He ran the object down his jaw line and waited for the responses.

NEPats: Hell yeah. I thought you said you had enough of those though.

TBird: Yeah. It's hot though. It's almost the same color as Daddy's dick. Now we can pretend I'm in you during our private.

Kurt smiled. "This one is different than the others though. That's why we're in my bathroom and not in my bedroom. This one sticks to surfaces. So...it'll be just like I'm getting fucked for real. I'm so excited. See." Kurt licked the suction cup and slammed it down on to the large, tile countertop behind him. It stuck. "See! It sticks. I'm going to fuck the shit out of myself on this tonight....for the first person that pays. I don't think I can handle this big, tan cock all night so.... first come; first serve."

There were no more messages. Everyone was probably rushing to pull out their credit cards. Kurt wasn't being serious but they didn't know that. He'd fuck himself down on that dildo until he couldn't sit the next day, but people don't pay for knowledge; they pay for the illusion. They thrived on the illusion of first come first serve. They paid for first come first serve. Kurt loved it.

"Alright...it looks like we have a lucky buyer. The lucky man that will get to watch me fuck myself to death on this piece of plastic is...OH."

Blaine was already purchasing his private when Kurt was explaining the wonders of his new dildo. The teacher had thought against the idea, but not very hard. He and Kurt had spent a week in class together without any interactions. Things didn't feel tense and things ran smoothly. Simply put, things were back to normal.It must have been just business. Blaine thought as he pressed submit. Regardless of whether he was the first buyer or not, he still wanted his private. Kurt could honestly just stand around naked for all he cared. Blaine was going to get off regardless.

"Alright...it looks like we have a lucky buyer. The lucky man that will get to watch me fuck myself to death on this piece of plastic is...OH." Kurt's eyes went wide on Blaine's screen. "It's our friend, Babar. So happy to see you, Babar." Blaine bit his lip. He couldn't place what was different about Kurt this time but he knew something was up there by the way the performer said his username.

Kurt wasn't sure if he could do this, but Super Kurt knew he could. That's why Kurt kept him around. He was strong and completely sexually driven; everything Kurt wasn't. The performer took a deep breath and closed his eyes.One, two, three...Kurt opened his eyes and shot a sultry look at the camera –an 'I want you' look. He knew his teacher could see it and he hoped that it sent shivers down the man's spine.

Kurt went through the steps to bring up the private session. He switched screens, he did some logging in and adjusting. When he was finished, a pop up appeared and for the first time, he could see his client. Mr. Anderson looked a little uncomfortable but Kurt didn't let that faze him.This is business.

"So you're the lucky guy. Congratulations." Kurt smirked when he heard the teacher audibly gulp. "I didn't think you'd come back."

"Um..." His client –he would not refer to him as Professor Anderson while they were on his Kurt's turf. This was Kurt's turf – cleared his throat and Kurt's smirk grew more mischievous. "Yeah...you said it was just business and I-I like a good business transaction every now and again."

Kurt hummed in agreement. "Me too. So...do you want me to face you or the wall?" He asked. Kurt was starting to poke through the Super Kurt persona and he desperately hoped his client wanted him to face the wall.

"Face me. Please." Kurt nodded.Damn Super Kurt for faltering when I need him most.Kurt hopped on the counter and positioned himself on his knees in front of the large, constructed piece of tan plastic. It really did look like a dick; an eight incher from what the package read. It stood tall and it was thick. Kurt took a breath. He'd prepared himself before his show so he wouldn't have to do it later. It also created the illusion that he could take the entire thing without preparation. It was all about the illusion.

The performer shuffled toward the dildo until his cock was rubbed against it. Kurt grabbed both in hand and gave them a hard jerk. "Mmmm..." He heard from the speakers on his computer. Obviously his teacher liked the idea of him stroking the two at once.

"You like that?" Kurt whispered. Obviously but I want you to say it.

"Yeah." His client's voice was like music to his ears. It was low and husky.

"Good." Kurt continued to stroke his dick against the dildo until it was leaking. Before he actually got started, he swiped his thumb across the head; collecting the pool of precum gathered there. He then lifted the appendage to his lips and sucked it clean. Another whimper came from the computer speakers. The performer smirked. He seems to like that.

Blaine held off pulling his dick out of his pants until the actual show began. At the moment, Kurt was giving him an appetizer, but the teacher wanted the main course. His mouth started watering the moment Kurt mentioned fucking himself on the free standing toy.

Blaine watched intently as Kurt sucked the precum off his finger.I bet he tastes so good.The teacher thought. He didn't have much time to elaborate on the thought, however, because Kurt pulled out a bottle of lube a moment later. The teacher watched as his student lubed up the dildo and then positioned himself above it. The boy's cock stood proud as he lowered himself; taking the entire thing at once.

A hand flew to his crotch and the teacher began stroking himself through his corduroys. Because, really, who wouldn't? The man on the screen was flawless in every aspect of the word and he could take what looked to be at least an eight inch dick at once. What a man!

Blaine couldn't fight it any longer. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down; pants and all. His cock was already standing at attention and just needed a little attention. He looked back at the screen lifted himself back up just to plop down again.His legs must be super strong. Blaine watched as Kurt used only his leg muscles to lift up and plop down again...and again...and again. He stroked in time with Kurt's bouncing. He was close. So deliciously close.

"Fuck." The teacher panted. His student was bouncing up and down on a dildo and making the most delicious noises. If this is what the business world is like, I should have been a business major.

Kurt had his eyes closed the entire time. He bounced up and down on the dildo and stroked himself with his eyes closed. He couldn't stare at his teacher while he did this. He remembered the man calling the entire situation a mistake. He had more pride than to look at him while he got off. He just wanted to forget. Forget about his history professor. Forget about being everyone's mistake. Forget about everything.

Unfortunately, his mind conjured up one hell of a way to help him forget; or not. Every time Kurt dropped down, he imagined that it was the teacher's dick he was dropping down onto. With every stroke of his dick, he imagined it was his teacher's hand stroking him off. It was outrageous and tantalizing. It drove the performer crazy.

"So close!" The performer panted; eyes still closed. He was close. "So fucking close." Kurt moaned. He dropped down once again and gave his dick a few short strokes. He felt his toes curling beneath him and his back arched. He came long and hard. He convulsed as the long strips of pearly white shot out of his body and all over his hand.

Kurt sunk down on the dildo once again –inadvertently- and let his head lull backwards. He was spent. When his head popped up, he saw that he still had a minute left. So, he lifted his soiled hand to his mouth and sucked his cum off of three of his fingers.Times up.

Blaine didn't notice when the screen went black. He was panting and utterly exhausted. He'd cum so hard that he'd lifted out of his computer chair. He was covered in his own fluids and long overdue for a nap. He didn't care though. He'd just had one of the best orgasms of his life. Kurt was taking control of that list for the teacher.

After a shower and a change of clothes, Blaine padded around his house. It was only 10:30 and he was getting his second wind. It was Friday night and the last thing he wanted to do was sleep.Maybe I'll head out to Boys Town and grab a drink. At least if I meet someone there, it won't be a business transaction.

A few shows later, Kurt logged off. He was done for the evening. He wasn't tired but he was antsy. None of his orgasms had been as satisfying as the first. He assumed it had something to do with the fact that he could hear his teacher's labored breathing as he came; a first for them. He could hear the reaction the situation was having on the teacher, even when he couldn't see it. Somehow, that did something to Kurt. It broke him out of his Super Kurt alter ego and forced him to evaluate the situation. Not something Kurt enjoyed doing often.

After his shower, Kurt decided that he wasn't tired. He tried calling Santana, a friend from school, but she was busy. He then tried to Skype Finn, but he wasn't online. The performer plopped down on his couch and pulled out his laptop. He'd have to resort to his usual Friday night activity.This is why I don't have a boyfriend.He thought as he pulled up the Google search engine.

Susan Elizabeth Hummel

Like every Friday night, he Googled his mother. He needed to know if she's made it. She made such a big deal about making it in New York and Kurt needed to know if she'd achieved her dream. Kurt's search never went past the results page, however. He'd always receive an obscene amount of results about the millions of Susan Elizabeth Hummels in the world.

Like every Friday night, Kurt grew frustrated quickly and tossed the computer aside.Now what?Kurt considered grabbing a book and cuddling up with it. No go. He was too antsy for a book. He considered ordering Chinese and catching up on The Middle. He shook his head. He wasn't in the mood for Sue's craziness at the moment.

That's when it hit him. He should go out. He technically hadn't been out since he'd moved to the city a year and half ago. Maybe it was time to get out and see what Chicago was all about. He'd heard of a place called Boys Town and he'd always been curious. Apparently, it was a great, gay utopia; full of bars, clubs, and just...life.

Kurt smiled and decided he'd go there.Who knows, maybe I'll meet someone and I won't be their mistake.