There are crowds of limos and fancy cars parked all around the roped-off area where the polo match is already in session. Kurt can feel his heartbeat pick up, his muscles tensing. It is the first time he is going to be in an actual crowd with Blaine, meeting several people instead of the one-on-one he had done before. Finn parks toward the back of the crowd, apologizing for not being able to get closer. Blaine waves him off, telling him that he could use the exercise anyway. He opens his own door while Finn hurries to open Kurts. Standing amidst the crowd, hearing the sounds of the announcer and the thuds of hooves, just ratchets Kurts nerves up that much more when he finally manages to bring himself to get out of the limo. Blaine starts to walk away, but Kurt hesitates, clutching the handle of the door.

"Come on," Blaine says, wiggling his fingers at him once he realizes that Kurts not with him.

"I changed my mind, I dont want to." Kurt shakes his head, feeling like a petulant child but still unwilling to let go of the door.

"Why not?" Blaine steps closer, concern on his face.

"What if someone recognizes me?" Kurt whispers.

Blaine gives him a soft smile, stepping even closer and wrapping his arms around Kurt, his fingers trying to loosen Kurts grip. "I doubt it. These people dont spend much time around Hollywood Boulevard."

He cant seem to let go of the door handle, no matter how much Blaine tugs. "You did," he retorts, a little sharper than he intended.

"Thats because Im a crazy person."

"Oh, now he tells me!"

The banter does help and Blaine is able to finally pry him off of the door. He brings both of Kurts hands up and kisses his knuckles before lacing their fingers together. "You look great, like a real gentleman. You have nothing to worry about, okay? I promise."

The suit hes wearing, new and tailored to fit him perfectly, does make him feel a little better, at least enough to plaster on a smile as he allows Blaine to lead him through the press of the crowd. Theyre stopped a few times and polite introductions are made, until they end up at the announcers stand at the edge of the roped-off area serving as the field for the day. The man continues to call out commentary, but the woman turns, looking down her nose at the two of them. A nearly identical woman stands next to her on the ground.

"Ladies, this is a friend of mine, Kurt Hummel."

"Always so nice to meet one of Blaines boys," one of ladies says, offering Kurt her hand as she titters. The other one, seated on a chair on the announcers platform, just smiles in his direction.

"Kurt, I want you to meet the infamous Lopez twins, Maria and Santana, who have made marrying well into an art form."

Maria laughs and playfully smacks his arm, fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously. "Blaine, youre terrible."

Blaine grins and is about to reply when he suddenly sees someone waving to him. "If youll excuse me for a moment?" He squeezes Kurts arm gently before walking off.

"So youre the flavor of the month," says Santana, the one on the announcers stand, eyeing him with carefully masked disdain. "You look like youre twelve or something." She turns around before Kurt can say anything back, but Maria pats his hand consolingly.

"Just ignore her; shes going through some stuff. Plus, Blaine is one of our most eligible bachelors. Everyone, men and women alike, are trying to land him."

Kurt feels his hackles rise at the condescension in her voice."Oh, Im not trying to land him; Im just using him for sex." He walks away, but not before he hears one of them say, "Wanky."

He finds Blaine standing behind a few chairs, watching the game. Match. Whatever.

"Well done," Blaine calls as the crowd cheers.

"What is the point of this game, anyway?" Kurt asks. Blaine spends a few minutes trying to explain before Kurt stops him. "I will never understand why people play sports."

"Fun, exercise, I couldnt tell you."

"So why watch it?"

Blaine shrugs, his eyes tracking the ball as it moves down the field. "Entertainment, I guess."

"This? Give me a cheerleading competition any day; thats true athleticism."

Blaine turns to look fully at him. "Really? I never would have taken you for the type to enjoy watching girls in short skirts doing flips."

Kurt laughs. "I was on the cheerleading squad in high school just before my father passed away. Theres so much more than that, let me tell you."

Blaines eyes are wide and he swallows thickly. "You were a cheerleader?"

"Yeah, spirit fingers, prep rallies, and polyester suits, the whole nine yards."

Blaines mind is swimming with dirty thoughts when he hears Eli calling out to him from several feet away.

"Blaine, hey!" He waves to him and Blaine automatically reaches out for Kurts hand, lacing their fingers back together again and leading him to Eli and his husband.

"Eli, Chandler, this is a new friend of mine, Kurt Hummel. Kurt, this is Eli Collins and his husband, Chandler." They shake hands with each other politely, and Kurt can practically feel how fake these people are. Eli is a round little man with beady eyes and his husband is about the same height, though thin as a rail with Coke-bottle glasses and dressed like a hipster from the early 2000s.

"Its nice to meet one of Blaines boys," Chandler says with false sweetness, taking a sip of his flute of champagne.

"You know, youre the second person to say that to me today. Im not sure what kind of game-"

"Oh, look, theres Sue Sylvester, the creator of Sue90X." Chandler walks away, calling, "Sue! Sue, its Chandler Collins, from your class!"

"Hes the queen of workouts," Eli says with an awkward chuckle. "Likes to feel the burn." He punctuates his sentence with an equally awkward arm gesture before shifting his feet. "Listen, why dont I go get us some drinks? Here, Kurt, you can start off with this one." He hands Kurt the flute of what Kurt can only assume is champagne. "Dont worry, I havent taken a drink out of it yet."

Eli starts to walk away, but pauses next to Blaine and grabs his arm. "By the way, did you notice that Senator James is here?"

"Yes, I know, I invited him."

"That right there, that is why I have pledged my undying love to you," Eli says, smiling brightly. He pats Blaines arm and walks away, giddy.

"Wow, he is really something else. I didnt know they made kiss-asses that big," Kurt remarks, raising his glass to take a sip before Blaine takes it from him with a shake of his head.

"Need I remind you that youre still underage?"

"And I have you as a chaperone, whats the big deal?"

"Its still illegal."

Kurt rolls his eyes. "Fine. So who is that guy, anyway?"

"Hes my lawyer. Hes not a bad guy; he just takes a little getting used to."

"Yeah, well, you can freeze ice on his husbands ass."

Blaine snorts, actually snorts, and Kurt cant help but smile at him. "Maybe well do that later if we get bored."

Kurt full-on laughs, bumping their shoulders together playfully. "So are these people actually your friends?"

"Who, Eli?"

"Any of these people, really."

"I spend time with them."

"Well, no wonder."

"No wonder what?"

"No wonder you went slumming all the way down to Hollywood Boulevard to find me."

"I dont think of it as slumming. That indicates that youre somehow lesser."

"Most people consider who- people like me to be lesser."

"Im not most people."

Kurt turns to smile at him. "No, youre not."

They turn their attention back to the game, Blaine once again explaining how its played, even though he knows Kurt isnt really paying attention. Kurt wanders off to the bathroom and as hes making his way back, he hears Santana making an announcement.

"Alright, folks, its that time of the game when everybody goes out on the field and replaces those divots! Get up on your feet and go stomp some divots!"

A couple of people they had met earlier in the day drag Kurt out, ignoring his half-hearted protests and convincing him to help. Its actually funner than he thought it would be, flopping chunks of grass into a hole and stomping it flat again.

"Thats right folks, this is a time honored tradition! Kings and queens used to do this, so everybody get on out there and stomp! A word of advice: avoid the steaming divot."

Blaine rolls his eyes at the announcer, though he dutifully stomps on some divots.

"You know, Blaine, Kurt seems very sweet," Chandler says, appearing suddenly by his side.

"Yes, he is." Blaine smiles when he catches sight of Kurt, across the field and grinning as he playfully hops around.

"Where did you find a catch like him?"

"792-HOTTIE."

"Oh!" Chandler looks pleased and confused, and Blaine has to bite back a laugh.

"If youll excuse me." Weaving skillfully through the crowds, he catches Kurt by the waist, making him jump and laugh. He turns in Blaines arms, wrapping his own around Blaines neck.

"Hey, you."

"Hey. Are you having a good time?"

Kurt laughs, nodding. "Better than I thought, though I think I scuffed my shoe." His pout is adorable and Blaine just wants to nip at it.

"Im sure somebody around here has something for that." Blaine sways them around as the field slowly clears. "Come on, lets go find us a person."

A quick inquiry to Maria has them being pointed to a guy leaning casually against a red convertible. Blaine gets pulled to the side before they make it to him, but Kurt waves him off. Hes a big boy; he doesnt need someone to hold his hand while his shoes are fixed.

The guy is named Elliott and he seems more than happy to help Kurt out. He helps Kurt up onto the back of the car and removes his shoes for him.

"Yeah, thats not bad at all."

"Oh, thank god, I was worried. Thank you so much for doing this," Kurt says, wiggling his toes in his socks while Elliott checks over his shoes.

"Its no big deal, all a part of the game of polo; you get your shoes shined by a member of the club. Ive got something in the car that will get this right out. Give me just a minute, okay?"

Kurt nods and calls, "Thank you!" to Elliotts retreating form. Hes sitting there, swinging his feet idly, when he hears his name being called. A familiar figure is approaching the car, dressed in blue and glistening with sweat.

"Hey, its Luke Evans."

Kurt hops down, thankful for the plush grass beneath his socked feet. "Hello, Luke, how are you?"

Luke stops a few feet in front of him. "Good; Im good. How are you?"

"Im fine. I didnt know you were playing today."

"Yeah, I love the game. Say, do you want to meet my horse?" Luke motions behind them to where a horse is being wiped down by a girl.

"Oh, uh, Blaine is actually waiting for me." Kurt half turns, his eyes searching for Blaines head of hair.

"Come on, it wont take but a second," Luke wheedles.

"Oh-Okay, yeah, just for a second."

888

Eli sat back and watched as Blaine and his little friend held hands. He sat back and watched as they laughed and danced on the field. He watched as they spent the day making heart eyes and flirting with each other. Blaine looked happier than Eli has ever seen him, and Eli is sure it has something to do with that boy. That boy, who is now talking to Luke Evans and looking over his shoulder every few seconds, as though hes afraid of being caught. Eli was pretty sure he was hiding something when they first met, but now he knows exactly what it is that he was so worried about.

"What are you looking at?" Chandler asks, coming up beside him and trying to line their eyes up so he can see, too.

"Blaines date."

"Oh. Well, Im going to go for a ride with the Winchesters in their car."

"Hm."

When thats all his husband says, barely acknowledging him, Chandler tries a different tactic. "Eli, Im going to streak naked down the field and then blow the entire polo team."

"Thats great, dear. Have fun."

Chandler huffs and storms off, leaving Eli to his thoughts. He watches for a few more seconds before going to find Blaine, who is talking to a couple. He politely excuses himself at Elis request and they walk away.

"Whats going on?"

"I was just curious about your date, Kurt. Where- where did you meet him?"

"Uh, I was lost and looking for directions when there he was."

"Oh, thats ni- You were lost and you just ran into him, thats very fortunate." Blaine hums in agreement. "So what does he do? Does he work?"

"Hes in sales." Well, hes not technically lying.

"Ah, thats great, terrific, yeah." Eli is fiddling with his fingers and Blaine knows that something else is going on.

"Is there something you want to say, Eli?"

"Im just curious- Hear me out on this, okay?" Blaine nods, focusing his attention on his old colleague. "Ive known you a long time, right? And I want to make sure youre good. Ive noticed some differences in you this week and Im concerned. I mean, this tie..." Blaine looks down at his tie, wondering whats wrong with it. "The whole thing about building blocks. Its just- Im wondering if this boy has something to do with it. Especially when I see him over there talking to Luke Evans."

Blaine turns and looks where Eli is pointing and, sure enough, theres Kurt, smiling and nodding as Luke talks, though his eyes are almost constantly looking around. Kurt is looking especially good today, his shirt form-fitting and the trousers doing things to his ass that make Blaine want to pin him to the nearest flat surface, tear those pants off, and sink his teeth into the taut flesh he knows is underneath. Something dark grows in his chest, overtaking the happy warmth that had come from holding Kurt in his arms and having him laugh as they danced around the field.

He fights it down, humming noncommittally and feigning nonchalance. "Yes, I introduced them at dinner the other night." He finally manages to drag his eyes away, back to Eli.

"Oh, so now theyre best friends? Look, this guy, he appears out of fucking nowhere, he messes with your head, and now hes talking to the son of the owner of the company were trying to buy? It just seems fishy, thats all Im saying." Eli holds his hands up in surrender, as if to prove his point.

"No, you have it all wrong," Blaine says, shaking his head and laughing lightly. If he only knew...

"Blaine, Blaine, listen, how do you know he hasnt attached himself to you just so he can bring information back to Evans? Hm? The timing on this is all a little convenient, dont you think?" Blaine is still chuckling and shaking his head, much to Elis annoyance. Doesnt he understand the severity of whats going on? "It happens!"

"Eli-"

"Industrial espionage is huge, its a very profitable gambit-"

"Eli!"

"What?"

Blaine leans in a little closer. "He is not a spy. Hes a hooker."

Eli blinks, taken back. "No..."

"Yes. He is a hooker. I picked him up on Hollywood Boulevard." Eli shakes his head, incredulous. "In your car."

Eli stares at him for a moment longer, eyes wide in surprise as he takes in this new information. It starts with a chuckle and, when Blaine just watches him, it grows into a full laugh, Eli shaking his head. "Oh, man, you are just-"

"Yes, yes, its all very funny," Blaine says, rolling his eyes and looking around to make sure no one else is paying attention to Elis hysterics.

"You know, you have to be the only billionaire I know that has-" Eli lets out a snort, shaking his head. "The only one that has to go hunting for some bargain basement streetwalker when you have people practically throwing themselves at your feet, I just-"

"Blaine!" The senator catches his eyes, waving him over.

"Im sorry I told you, Eli." Blaine leaves him to his laughter, annoyed that he let himself get emotional and then let those emotions spill Kurts secrets, but he pulls himself together, reaching out to shake hands. "Senator James, how are you? Its so good to see you."

"Hello, Blaine, thank you for inviting me." Hes an older gentleman, his eyes crinkling as he smiles at him. "I cant remember the last time Ive been to a polo match."

"Well, were glad you were able to make it."

"I trust the information I gave you was helpful?"

"Very much so, sir, thank you. There hasnt been any change, has there?"

Senator James shakes his head. "No, no, its still bogged down."

"Excellent, thats very good."

As Eli watches Blaine talk to the senator, hes suddenly struck by a thought. He looks over the crowds, back to where he last saw Kurt. Hes no longer talking to Evans, but is standing next to a tree, watching the polo match by himself. Eli wanders over, chuckling as he approaches.

"Having a nice time, Kurt?"

"Its okay, Im just not much into sports." He smiles over at Eli anyway.

"Yeah, it must be a real step up from Hollywood Boulevard."

Kurts smile drops off his face. "Wh-What?"

"Blaine told me." Panic flares across Kurts face and he shifts, trying to figure out how to get away without making a scene. "No, dont worry, Im not going to tell anyone! Listen, uh, maybe when Blaine goes back to New York, you and I can, uh, get together, huh?" He trails his sunglasses down Kurts arm and Kurt has to suppress a shudder.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Not on your life.

"Sounds like a plan." His hand moves until its almost at Kurts ass and hes saved by Chandler calling out to his husband. "Ill talk to you later," Eli says, walking away.

Unable to open his mouth in case he throws up, Kurt just nods, his eyes not moving from a tree across the field. Even after Eli leaves, he cant bring himself to move, the urge to vomit coming back frequently and the phantom feel of his hand on Kurts lower back not dissipating.

Blaine finds him after a while. "Hey, how are you liking the game?"

"Fine."

Thats all he says to Blaine for the rest of the day. Hes angry and disgusted and he just really wants a shower because all he can feel is that creep, all around him, invading his senses and how dare Blaine tell him?

"Are you alright?" Blaine finally asks once they get to the hotel room. His attention had gone right to the mail sitting on one of the tables in the front hall, but it quickly refocuses on Kurt, who isnt his usual bubbly self.

"Fine." Kurt leans against the wall to take off his shoes, lining them up next to the table beside the door. He walks away, making a beeline to the bedroom.

"Thats the sixth fine in a row. Can I get another word, please?"

"Asshole. Theres another word for you." The door to the bedroom slams shut and Blaine sighs, taking his mail to the living area.

"I think I liked fine better."

The door swings back open. "You know what, can you just tell me why?"

Blaine looks up from his handful of mail. "Why what?"

"Why did you make me get all dressed up if you were just going to tell everyone that Im a hooker?" Kurt looks likes hes seconds away from crying, his eyes overly bright and his lip trembling until he bites down on it. Blaine sighs as he walks towards the bedroom, shedding his suit jacket.

"I didnt-"

"I mean, at least let me wear my own clothes if youre going to do that."

Blaine sits on the bed, flinging his jacket behind him and raising his voice to match Kurts. "I did not tell-"

"When Im in my clothes and guys like Collins approach me, at least then Im prepared, I can handle myself better." A tear breaks free and treks down his pale cheek and Blaines heart clenches at the sight.

"I didnt know Eli was going to do something like that," Blaine replies to Kurts back as the boy storms away to the mini fridge in the living room. "Believe me, I am not happy with him right now at all. But he is my lawyer, I have known him for twelve years." His shoes off, he follows Kurt, still trying to explain. "Look, he thought you were some kind of spy for Evans. The guy is really paranoid and Im sorry he took it out on you."

"What are you, my pimp? Are you going to start passing me around to your friends like Im some kind of toy?" Kurt snaps, slamming his Coke down as he turns and looks at Blaine. "I am not some prize!" He storms away again, back into the bedroom, but not before Blaine sees more tears falling. He follows Kurt into the bedroom, trying to explain himself.

"No, I dont th- I know youre not a prize, Kurt. Kurt!" he yells when it doesnt seem like Kurt is going to stop. "Kurt, I am speaking to you. Get back over here!"

Kurt jerks to a halt and turns, standing at the edge of the top stair that leads to the bed. Hands on his hips, he glares at Blaine.

"I hate to point out the obvious, but you are, in fact, a prostitute, okay? And, for this week, you are my employee."

"I hate to break it to you, Blaine, but you dont own me! Okay? I say who, I say when, I say-"

"I refuse to spend the next three days in a constant yelling match! I dont want to fight with you, Kurt! I said I was sorry and I meant it. Thats it, its over." Blaine feels like hes run a marathon, his heart pounding and his blood pumping and this has got to be the worst feeling in the world. Hes never liked confrontation, but this, this is so much worse than he could have ever imagined. Hes fought people before, several times, and its never felt like hes been punched in the face.

Kurts eyes close and he takes a deep breath, opening them again so set his steely gaze on Blaine. "No, Im sorry. Im sorry I ever met you, Im sorry I got in your stupid car, and Im sorry I agreed to this whole thing." He turns and goes into the closet and Blaine feels his heart breaking, even as his anger rears up again.

"Yeah, like you had so many more appealing options," he says snidely, loosening his tie as he goes into the bathroom, not even looking into the closet when he passes.

Kurts head pokes out, his arms full of garment bags. "In the entire time I have been alive, I have never had anyone make me feel as cheap and useless as you did today." He disappears as Blaine leaves the bathroom.

"I find that very hard to believe." When Blaine turns around from setting his cufflinks on the nightstand, Kurt is standing behind him, clutching the clothes that Blaine had bought him. "Where are you going?"

"Im going home; I want my money."

"What?"

"I want to get out of here, just give me my money, please."

He wont even look at Blaine, instead staring down at the clothes and fidgeting. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, Blaine picks his jacket back up and rifles through the pockets until he finds his wallet. Theres more than the agreed-upon seven thousand in there, he knows, but he cant bring himself to care as he tosses everything down on the bed. Chest aching, he walks away. Part of him wants to say something, to apologize again and hope that everything goes back to the way it was, but the other part wants Kurt to say something first. He hears Kurt sniffle as he grabs the mail he threw down earlier, but he steels himself, unwilling to make the first move. There are some shuffling noises and then the click of the door closing.

Hes actually gone.

His head finally lifts and he turns, vaguely hoping that Kurt will still be there, though he knows its fruitless.

Kurts gone and the money is still lying on the bed.

What have I done?

Kurt presses the down button on the elevator again, hissing, "Come on." He just wants to leave, cant be here anymore, in this place with so many memories. He cant believe the callous way Blaine treated him, doesnt want to believe, but its there and he cant erase it.

The door to the penthouse opens and Kurt starts to turn his head before forcing himself to face the elevator doors. He wont look at him; he refuses to.

Blaines reflection in the mirrored doors stops next to him. "Im sorry."

Two words, and already Kurt feels himself caving in. Stay strong, Hummel. Dont give in.

"I didnt- I wasnt prepared to answer questions about us, about our relationship. I should have never told Eli; I regretted it the moment I did. It was stupid and cruel and I didnt mean it. Please, Kurt, dont go."

"So why did you?"

Blaine sighs. "I saw you talking to Luke Evans and I didnt like it."

"We were just talking, like people on friendly terms do."

Blaine shakes his head. "I didnt like it."

The elevator finally dings and Noah steps forward, looking between the two of them. "Going down?"

Blaine looks at Kurt and Kurt looks at Blaine. Noah raises his eyebrow at them both, and Kurt shakes his head. No.

Smile dropping off his face, Noah steps back and presses the lobby button. Good luck, he mouths to Kurt, making his lips twitch into the ghost of a smile.

"You hurt me really badly," Kurt says after the doors have slid closed.

"Yes, I know."

Kurt finally looks at him. "Dont ever do it again."

Blaines nod is almost imperceptible. Kurt turns and walks slowly back to the door, jumping slightly when Blaine appears and takes the clothes out of his arms. He carefully drapes them over the back of the sofa as Kurt walks to the bedroom, his arms folded protectively over his stomach. Blaine walks up behind him, wrapping his arms around Kurts and kissing his shoulder, trying to press apologies into his skin.

He sets them swaying, slowly, like he had on the field just hours before. At first, Kurt is stiff in his arms, still tense from the fight, but it doesnt take long until hes moving with Blaine, his head dropping back to rest on his shoulder as he lets Blaine guide them. Blaine moves his hands down, stopping just above the waist of Kurts pants and waiting for Kurt to give him the okay, which he does by pushing his hips forward. Blaine untucks his shirt, fingers rubbing on the bare skin of his stomach. Kurts breath hitches, his eyes fluttering shut as Blaine unbuttons the shirt. Once theyre all undone, Kurt straightens, allowing Blaine to pull it off and turning so that theyre facing each other before he wraps his arms around Blaines shoulders and holds him close, their foreheads pressing against each other. Their bodies never stop swaying to the beat that only they can hear.

Its Kurt who starts moving them towards the bedroom, who sits down on the bed and pulls Blaine down until hes hovering over him. Their pants were lost along the way and the only thing keeping them from being skin to skin is the thin cloth of their underwear. Blaine repositions Kurt until neither of them is hanging off the end of the bed, and then he takes his time.

A nip and a suck at those sensitive spots on Kurts neck, still bruised from the night before, lips trailing down to brush over his collarbones, anything to make Kurt gasp, his hips moving of their own accord. He grasps Blaines forearms, his biceps, anything he can use to anchor himself as his body writhes. Blaine pays special attention to his nipples, rubbing the pad of his thumb over one while he nips sharply at Kurts pec. He moves down, covering the nipple with his mouth while his hand moves to the free one. His nipples harden to stiff, sensitive peaks under Blaines attention, Blaines tongue tracing circles around it before flicking the tip his tongue rapidly, making Kurt cry out and his hips arch up.

Kurts fingers sink into the silky curls as he moans. He had never known his nipples were that sensitive. Blaine switches sides, keeping their only points of contact to his lips on Kurts chest and Kurts fingers in his hair. Every time Kurt tries to get some friction on his hard, aching cock, Blaine moves just out of reach. Once Kurts nipples are red and swollen, Blaine continues down, the tip of his tongue following the dip of Kurts chest down to his ribs, making Kurt gasp when he sucks a fresh mark on his side.

"Jesus, Blaine, please," Kurt pants, not knowing if he should push him down or pull him up. Blaine saves him from the decision by moving down, lips ghosting over the firm lines of Kurts stomach, which tenses. Blaines hands move from their spot beside Kurt to stroke over his thighs in what Blaine hopes is a calming manner. His lips tug gently at the small trail of hair below Kurts belly button, making him squirm. Blaine smirks and moves to one of his hipbones, paying it closer attention than he had the night before. He had been too desperate to get Kurt cleaned off to take his time with the cherries.

He sucks on the knob of one of his hipbones before biting a line of marks all the way to Kurts cock. Burying his nose in the thatch of hair at the base, Blaine takes a deep breath, enjoying the clean, musky scent. Peppering kisses up the hard shaft, his tongue darts out to taste the slit.

"Blaine, what- oh, fuck- what are you doing?" Blaine looks up to see Kurt staring down at him, completely wrecked.

"I want to show you- I have-" Blaine lets out a frustrated huff. He cant remember the last time he was at such a loss for words; hes normally very articulate.

Fuck it, he thinks, sinking his mouth down over Kurts cock and hollowing his cheeks as he sucks. Its not the best blowjob hes ever given, but Kurt doesnt complain, his nails digging into Blaines scalp and his legs, so impossibly long and slender and gorgeous, wrap around Blaines shoulders. He can feel the ankles cross behind his head as Kurts knees close around his head and Blaine redoubles his efforts, using every trick hes accumulated in his many years of being sexually active. In the end, all it takes is his dry finger rubbing gently over Kurts hole before hes coming down Blaines throat, his legs tightening around Blaines head and his grip painful in Blaines hair.

He relaxes slowly, his legs dropping and his fingertips barely massaging at Blaines scalp.

"You look entirely too satisfied with yourself," Kurt grumbles when he catches him breath and sees Blaine staring up at him.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Very much so."

"Then so am I. I- I like it, when youre happy, Kurt, and Im sorry for ever making you feel any way but." Blaine does look very apologetic, his face resting on Kurts thigh.

Kurts hand drops down to trace over the lines on Blaines face. "Im sorry for yelling at you. I should have taken a calmer approach."

Blaine turns, kissing the palm of his hand. "Let me make it up to you."

"Oh, the blowjob wasnt the end of it? Golly, I am lucky."

"Shush, you," Blaine laughs, smacking the outside of Kurts thigh before pushing both of them off of him and climbing back up the bed. He reaches in the nightstand and pulls out the bottle of lube. "Can I?"

Its the first time hes ever actually asked, that Kurt hasnt somehow initiated anything in any form or fashion, and the fluttery feeling in Kurts chest seems to expand until hes sure butterflies are going to burst out any second. He nods, unable to speak over the lump in his throat. Blaine kisses his cheek as he lubes up his fingers. Reaching between them, he rubs them over Kurts hole before one sinks inside.

It feels like more than it has before, like Blaine does care, and Kurt bites his lip when Blaine moves to his neck, biting and sucking as he stretches Kurt open, adding a second. His fingers search, curling upwards until they find Kurts prostate, making him cry out and arch up. Hes still sensitive from coming, but his cock starts to harden anyway. It feels too good to ask Blaine to stop, especially when Blaine doesnt focus on his prostate, just brushes against it every few strokes. It barely pinches when Blaine adds a third finger, Kurt allowing his body to relax and open up. His hands find purchase on Blaines shoulders when Blaine drops his hips down, thrusting against Kurts thigh.

"Please, Blaine, Im ready, fuck me," Kurt begs, clenching around his fingers. He reaches for one of the condom packets he keeps under the pillow for just this reason. "I want you so badly."

Blaine lets go of the bit of skin he had been worrying between his teeth and moves back, removing his fingers from Kurts ass and taking the condom that Kurt offers. He rips it open, pinching the tip and quickly rolling it down his cock. After a quick application of lube, he lines himself up to Kurts hole. He pushes past the initial resistance and slides easily the rest of the way, bottoming out.

Bracing his forearms on either side of Kurts head and resting his forehead against Kurts, Blaine slowly pulls out and pushes back in. He can feel Kurts gasp against his lips, can feel the flutter of his eyelashes as they fall shut, already lost to the slow rhythm of their bodies moving. Its slow, pressed close enough that their stomachs are touching, Kurts cock trapped between them. His nails start to dig into Blaines shoulder blades as his breath quickens and he moans and Blaine watches the whole thing, fascinated. He hadnt been lying when he told Kurt he was beautiful when he came and he doesnt want to miss a second of it this time.

And this time, it means more, somehow. He wants to show Kurt that he is lov-

His hips stutter at the thought.

Hes known this boy for four days. Four days and already he feels more for him than any of his past lovers. Could he- No...

Kurt groans, his eyes opening as he lifts his hips, trying to get Blaine to move. When he catches the look on Blaines face, however, he frowns, opening his mouth to ask questions Blaine doesnt know how to answer so he does what he does know. He thrusts hard, his hips snapping forward and making Kurt gasp, his jaw dropping and his fingers digging harder into Blaines flesh. Once he starts, he cant stop, fucking Kurt hard until hes coming between them just from the friction their stomachs create.

Blaine grabs Kurts shoulders, burying his face in Kurts neck and pulling him down on his cock as his hips go double time, balls aching for release. Kurt tilts his head, licking a line up his neck and ending with nipping Blaines earlobe and hes gone, hips thrusting forward one last time and then hes coming, panting hotly against Kurt.

"Im all for cuddling, but youre going to have to pull out," Kurt murmurs. "Its too much, after coming-"

"Shit, sorry," Blaine says, sitting up. Holding the end of the condom, he pulls out. Once its tied off and thrown in the trash, he lies on the opposite side of the bed, facing Kurt. They watch each other for a little while, catching their breath and drifting a bit.

"Will you tell me why you came here?" Blaine asks suddenly, his voice quiet in the fading sunlight. "Why Hollywood, specifically."

Kurt shrugs. "I dont know. I thought about New York, to do theatre, but... I dont know, it just didnt feel right, like I couldnt have that. And Hollywood, its like the land of dreams. Everyone is someone here." His eyes fall. "I never felt like I was anyone in Ohio. I was bullied all the time in school and- and it got really bad just before my dad had his heart attack. No one seemed to notice, either, which..." Kurt sniffs, blinking his eyes rapidly. "I mean, theyre supposed to have been my friends, but they just kept turning a blind eye to everything. I didnt want to tell my dad because he was already getting these phone calls and I just didnt want to worry him. And then when he had his heart attack and went into the coma, all they did was sing songs and say they were going to pray for me, despite knowing Im an atheist. What good is that going to do?" He laughs hollowly. "Obviously it didnt do any good; he still fucking died."

"Kurt." Blaines heart is breaking and he feels terrible about asking now.

"No, its fine, Im sorry, I shouldnt- Its stupid." He wipes at his eyes.

Blaine casts around for a change of subject. "If you could do anything in the world, what would you pick for a career?"

Kurt laughs but doesnt comment on the obvious subject change. "I dont know. I used to want to be on Broadway, but there just arent many roles for a guy with a high voice, you know? So I thought, maybe movies? But now, I dont know. Maybe fashion design or something?"

"Really?"

Kurt hums. "Yeah, I used to always doodle stuff in notebooks, and I had this huge collection of out-of-season designer clothes in Ohio."

"Kurt Hummel Designs, I can see it now," Blaine says, sounding like hes joking, but he can see it now, already, in his head. He could help make that happen.

"Its a pipe dream, but-"

"No, nothing is a pipe dream," Blaine interrupts, reaching over to cover Kurts hand with his. Kurt automatically laces their fingers together, hands on the empty stretch of space between them. "Anything is possible."

"Yeah, if you have the money," Kurt snorts.

I do have the money. I would give it all to you.

"You deserve so much more, Kurt. Those people, all of them who have ever said that youre not good enough, are wrong."

Kurts mouth twitches sadly. "Yeah, well, when people put you down enough, you start believing what they say is true, even when you know it isnt."

"Im sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything."

"You havent done anything wrong."

It doesnt feel like Ive done anything right, either.

"Im tired," Kurt yawns. "Today has been so long."

"Get some rest," Blaine murmurs.

Kurt hums, his eyes already closed. "What bout you?"

"Ill sleep in a bit."

Kurt just hums again, his grip relaxing in Blaines. He doesnt move until Kurt is completely asleep. Carefully, he removes his hand and slides out of bed. His mind is full of ideas that he wants to set in motion now.