One week had passed since the meeting in the club. On both sides, it had been a long week. Both men were gearing up towards finals –one giving and one taking(A/N: *eye roll* Perverts) -and they were also getting ready for the holiday season. Neither had much time to talk and Blaine wasn't able to visit the site due to his work load; it was almost like old times.

Blaine almost regretted his decision to not accept Kurt's phone number. He wanted to, really wanted to, but he'd decided against it. When the semester was over, he wanted to really get to know Kurt. He didn't want to get to know Kurt through coded text messages and hushed conversations. He wanted the opportunity to get to know him; to date him. He wanted to shoot out texts to his boyfriend during class like all the other professors. He couldn't do that if he was worrying that Kurt's phone would vibrate in the middle of class right after he'd sent it. That would look suspicious.

Blaine wanted to take Kurt for coffee and he wanted to know if Kurt preferred the Summer or the Winter. All Blaine knew of Kurt was what he did for a living and that he lived in Ohio. It was more than most people knew, but it still wasn't enough. And the only way he was going to find out would be to date Kurt; really date him. So, he'd wait. There were two weeks left in classes and then he'd get his chance.I'm so excited.

Blaine's credit card wasn't even out of his wallet when his screen closed out. He went to reopen it but was distracted when another popped up. It was Kurt. They had only seen each other in class for the past week and Blaine on edge. He needed it. Not only did he need an opportunity to speak to the student, but he needed to watch Kurt fall apart. It was like a drug and he'd been off it for almost a week; he was starting to have withdrawals. So, he logged on in hopes of purchasing a private session with Kurt. If all else failed and they didn't get a chance to socialize, at least Blaine could get rid of the raging boner he'd been sporting for the past week and a half.

Something went wrong though, and the screen closed before he could purchase. Then, Kurt popped up in another. Blaine as tastefully surprised. "Hey, I was just about to buy some time." Kurt smiled on his screen.

"I saw your name pop up in the chat and I decided to click over. You don't really think I'm going to make you pay, do you?"

Yeah.Blaine didn't say that though. "I thought we were going to keep things strictly business until the end of the semester."

"We are. You're here to handle some business and I think I can help. Hold on." Blaine watched intently as Kurt readjusted his camera so that it would capture the large room. As usual, Kurt was sat on his bed with the computer in front of him. He wore nothing but a pair of neon orange panties and a wide grin. Blaine watched as he reached behind his back.Yes, toys.

When Kurt's hand reemerged, he was held a large black cylinder in it. "Do you know what this is?" The performer asked into the screen. Blaine shook his head. It looked like a flashlight, but he was certain it wasn't.

The performer smirked at his client; his teacher. "It's a Fleshlight."I was close."Do you know what it's used for?" The teacher shook his head again. He had no idea what Kurt was trying to show him, but he knew he liked it; a lot.

The performer grinned and held the front end up to the webcam. It was tanned rubber designed to look life flesh –hence the name- and there was a tiny hole in the middle that looked kind of like...."Ooooohhhh." The teacher finally caught up.

He watched Kurt sit back. "Now...I bet this is what your pretty little hole looks like." Kurt purred. The teacher watched as his student ran a finger over the tiny hole of the object. He licked his lips and shook his head. His didn't look like that, it was darker; but he knew Kurt's did.

Kurt giggled at the expression on his teacher's face. He'd planned on using his new toy with the highest paying customer for the night, but Blaine worked just as well. They hadn't had any outside contact since the night Blaine had saved him and it was almost disheartening. He knew his teacher was still interested –the stutters every time Kurt looked at him were proof. He'd simply assumed that the teacher had backed down a bit. When his name popped up in the chat box, Kurt knew otherwise and he was relieved.

The performer moved the flesh colored rubber, cased in black plastic, up to his mouth and gave the imitation hole a kitten lick. He heard his teacher whimper through his speakers. That was enough encouragement to probe him to continue. He licked and plunged –he added an occasional finger from time to time- until the plastic hole held its stretch. "God, Kurt, you do that like a pro." His teacher panted.

A quick smile at the webcam was all it took. The performer noticed movement on his screen and realized what his teacher was doing; he was undoing his pants. In a moment of bravery, Kurt spoke up. "Can I see it? I haven't ever seen a real one before; except in porn of course."

The teacher's eyebrows scrunched. "You've never intimately seen a cock?" He asked hesitantly. For the first time all night, Kurt's resolve dropped. People always assumed that he was some sort of slut because of his job. Sure, he was sexual, but he didn't get around; ever.

Against his leg, the performer felt his own cock fall flaccid. His teacher's assumption had officially killed his mood. Blaine must have noticed because he quickly apologized. "Kurt, I'm so sorry, I just assumed...."

"I know. Everyone does." Kurt didn't look at the camera. Instead, he looked at the object in his hand. It seemed heavier than he remembered.

"But I think it's great that you haven't. That'll kind of make us special when we get to that stage in our relationship."Special. Relationship.Those were the only words that Kurt caught. He looked up and saw his teacher staring into the screen. "Do you still want to see it?"

Kurt beamed and nodded emphatically. Blaine wanted to have a relationship with Kurt and he was already thinking about the future of said relationship. Of course Kurt wanted to see his cock now.

Kurt's cock twitched when he was screen to face with his teacher's dick. It wasn't as long as Kurt's but it was definitely wider. It was tan and it had a slight upwards curve to it. The performer felt his mouth water. He'd give up performing completely if he could have that cock in his mouth just once.

Absentmindedly, the performer's hand traveled between his legs to stroke his half hard cock in time with the slow strokes that Mr. Anderson was giving to his own. "I think about you sometimes, when I do this." He heard Blaine say from off screen. Since the teacher stood up to give Kurt a good shot at his dick, the performer wasn't able to see his face. He could hear him, however.

"What are we doing?" Kurt asked. It came out as barely a whisper. He wanted to know, however.

"Sometimes it's your hand that's touching me." Kurt's eyes rolled back and he let his head lull forward. Hearing his teacher's thoughts while stroking himself turned out to be a major turn on. "Sometimes you're sucking on it. In...fuck...." The teacher groaned. Kurt's eyes opened and he lifted his head to see his teacher's hand moving a little faster than it had been previously. "in my head, sometimes, you're wrapping your lips around it. God, your lips look like they could suck a mean dick." Kurt smiled. He'd had a lot of practice on that front; with dildos that is.

"Do you want to see what my Fleshlight can do?" He asked hesitantly. In actuality, he wanted to enjoy being on the other side of things for a bit longer but he knew he had clients to get back to. And if he continued with what they were doing, he was certain he'd be too gone to finish the night.

He watched as Blaine plopped unceremoniously back down in his chair; his face flushed and a thin sheen of sweat spread across his brow. The teacher nodded. "Great." The student squeaked.

Blaine watched as his student picked the toy back up and also as he grabbed a bottle of lubricant. "Okay, so...this will be my first time using this, so we can experience it together." Kurt seemed different than in other shows. He seemed more vibrant and giddy. With the exception of the moment when Blaine had assumed that the student wasn't a virgin. All that aside, Blaine liked how excited the performer was.

The teacher reached for his own bottle of lube and squirted a dime sized drop in his palm. He rubbed his hands together, just as Kurt was doing, and then ran a slicked hand from the head to the base. He let his hand sit for a moment before allowing it to run back up his shaft. He shivered. He really had imagined that it was Kurt's hand stroking him. The thought of Kurt's soft fingers gliding against his dick had been enough –at one point- to send him over the edge. Times had changed, however. He'd built a tolerance to certain stimuli and he constantly craved more. Watching Kurt fuck a fake ass was in the realm of more that he sought.

The performer slicked himself up with the lube one of his viewers sent him. He felt almost naughty about it; using someone else's lube to get off with Blaine. He smirked to himself and then used his fingers to rub the remaining lube around the insertion point of the Fleshlight. Once they were both reasonably lubed, the performer propped a few pillows behind himself and leaned back. He could see the webcam and the screen. He just hoped that Blaine had a good view from where he was sitting.

With a steady hand, the performer placed the toy at the head of his dick and then began to slowly push down until the stretched rubber hole was hugged his shaft. It was so tight. The performer pushed down until he bottomed out. He didn't move. He reveled in the fact that this was what it felt like to be inside a man without the man. He knew it would probably feel so much better with a body on top of him.

The performer reluctantly slid the object back up his dick; his toes curled on the way. It was so hot; so wet. He continued the ministrations: up and down, up and down. He'd forgotten that he was being watched until he heard his teacher's voice echo from the computer speakers. "Fuck. I wish that was me."

The performer smirked at his teacher. He wished it was Blaine as well. He'd love to watch his teacher bounce up and down on his lap; panting and moaning. The thought alone sent Kurt's head into a tizzy.

Kurt spread his legs farther apart to allow for better viewing. He then picked up the pace. He allowed the toy to slide up and down his dick at an alarming pace. He needed to cum. He needed Blaine to see him cum.

Pants and elongated moans ripped from Kurt's throat as the toy's vice grip choked his shaft. It was tight and delicious. He was close.

The closer he got, the louder his moans became. The performer was certain that the woman in 6B wouldn't be happy in the morning. Kurt felt his body start to shake.

"Ohhhhhhh...fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Kurt's head shot up and he saw his teacher's face contort as he reached his presumed climax. The teacher's eyes were rolled back and his mouth hung open comically. The student could see the teacher's shoulder jerk as he stroked himself through his orgasm. Kurt's was not far behind.

Kurt came hard inside the toy; he doubled over in the process but did not cease his ministrations until he was milked dry. When he felt his cock begin to soften, he slowly pulled it off. He tossed it onto the bed and plopped backwards. He was spent.

Neither man spoke for a few minutes. When Kurt finally looked back up, Blaine was grinning at him. He snickered. "You look like the cat that just got the cream." He joked.

The teacher's grin grew. "I did." Kurt nodded. It was true. "So....I probably won't be able to come back on until after grades are in." He sounded upset.At least I know he cares.Kurt thought. If Blaine had been too upbeat, Kurt may have suspected the teacher was abandoning him. It's happened before.

The performer sat up on the bed and looked into his webcam. "I figured. But, that just means that we're closer to the end of the semester. You know what that means, right?"

The teacher placed a finger on his chin and tapped it lightly as if he was deep in thought. "Christmas?" Kurt rolled his eyes.Dork.

"And....?" He prodded.

"And New Year's?" He knew his teacher was joking but he really needed to hear him say that they were going to try to work on some sort of relationship. He needed a confirmation. "Oh....and I'm going to ask this really hot guy out for coffee; if he'll let me. I really like him. We're trying to figure out if there's anything there for us."

Kurt beamed. "He's a lucky guy if you're considering trying something with him."

Blaine nodded. "I'm the lucky guy. He's amazing and gorgeous and just....what I think I've been looking for all this time."

Naked and sweaty and covered in his own cum, Kurt blushed. The performer dipped his head down to try to hide his smile. Blaine really did have a way with words. "Hey, don't hide from me." The teacher whined.

Kurt looked back up to see his teacher watching him intently. "When the semester's over, I'd love to go to coffee with you." Again, the teacher's face lit up. Kurt was certain that the man's face would be transfixed in a permanent grin one day. "As for now, I ran over our 'time' by fifteen minutes. I better get back.

Blaine nodded and told Kurt that he understood. "I'll see you in class tomorrow?" Kurt nodded. He'd definitely be in class.

At midnight, Kurt logged off the site. None of his performances had gone as planned after the one with Blaine. With Blaine, things came naturally. He was rock hard in an instant and he always experienced mind blowing orgasms. With his customer's, not so much.No, I don't think of Blaine as a customer anymore. I also don't see him as a teacher. He's so much more than either title indicates.

In the end, Kurt resorted to using his Fleshlight to fake his orgasms. When he knew his client was close, he would start moaning –loudly- and then he'd fake a nut. He made sure to add a few body jerks and eye rolls to the mix for affect.I didn't get to play Tony in West Side Story because I have a nice voice. He thought each time.

Kurt shook his head and cleaned off his bed. He cleaned all the toys he'd used and changed his sheets. Once his room was in order, he took a shower and turned in. He was curled up in his comforter; sleep on the horizon, when his phone rang. He rolled over quickly and checked the caller id. It was Pricilla; the Site Manger. "What the fuck does she want?" The performer grumbled before answering the call. "Pricilla, hey girl. How are you?" His enthusiasm was overdone and he sounded snarky.Good, that's how I want to sound.

"What was that?" She sounded pissed.

"What was what?" Kurt replied. He heard the manager shuffling around and waited patiently for her answer.

"What was all that fake moaning and stuff? And telling that one guy that you wouldn't shoot your load on your webcam? When a customer asks for something, we provide it." Pricilla barked. Kurt rolled his eyes. Even if he hadn't been having an issue cumming, he wasn't going to do that. D85Tye wasn't the one that had to clean up the mess; Kurt was. "Also, Mr. and Mrs. Burke are concerned with the 45 unpaid minutes you were offline earlier."

Kurt cringed. He'd forgotten that the Burkes monitored time for performances. The Burkes and the site got a cut off the top of all profits the performers made. It was in their contracts. "You get a lot of perks here, Kurt, so you better not be doing any side work."

Kurt huffed. "I'm notdoingside work. I just had something to handle earlier; it's no big deal."

"Well, the Burkes think it's a big deal and they want to see you in the morning for a meeting." Kurt's head dropped back on his pillow. How had his evening started so well and ended so poorly?"

"What time?" He asked. There was no use fighting it, he had to be at that meeting. He couldn't afford to lose his job. His rent was ridiculous and he needed a new car. He couldn't do those things if he had little or no income.

"9:30."

"I'll be there." Kurt hung up without waiting for a response or confirmation. He rolled over in his bed and began to worry. If he couldn't perform after just one session with Blaine, how was he going to continue performing after they started a relationship?Hell, it might now matter because I might not have a job after tomorrow. The performer let out a sigh and closed his eyes. I'll hash all that out in the morning; after coffee. Kurt fell asleep not too long later.