"That was hot." Brittany said as they all change into their greeting attire.

"It was," Santana agreed. "But you were still late on your spin."

Kurt casually rolled his eyes at that. He was sweating up a storm under those lights and was partly blinded with glitter and cheap makeup. Getting down on his knees, humping the floor, and then spinning around in a circle wasn't exactly his most favorite move.

"I hardly doubt anyone noticed, Santana."

"I did." A voice came from the door. Each looked up to see their boss, Sylvester, standing in the door way; her arms crossed over her chest tightly. "And Lolita is right, you were late."

"It's just a spin, Sue."

"Spin or not spin, it was a part of the routine." Sylvester entered the room slowly, her expression still. "You know, there are tons of other girls who would probably kill to take your place. Seriously, they'd do things for me that they'd never dare do for a Klondike bar." Reaching over, Sylvester lifted one of the large powder balls and stared into it deeply, before making eye contact with Kurt. "Try to remember that the next time you screw up one of my routines."

Moving forward, Sylvester harshly tapped Kurt's face with the ball, coating it with white dust.

"You're out in three." She spoke aloud before retreating from the room.

"Mhm," Santana hummed, smirking widely as she took her seat, quickly finishing her makeup.

Blaine was waiting. Waiting for what, you may ask? For everything. For a job he actually liked to come along. For his parents to stop pushing the marriage of his father's business associate's son. For an acceptable guy to come along. But right now, now he was waiting on Porcelain. He hadn't expected much, but the boy could move and Blaine thought maybe, just maybe, they could talk.

The dancers came out in groups, the main three being the last to leave. They spoke to several people, but only for a moment or two. Blaine nearly jumped from his seat when he saw them walking their way. He tried to play cool, the last thing he wanted was to look as crazy and obsessed as the idiots sitting beside him.

"Hi, guys." Lolita says, smiling brightly. Charity and Porcelain stand on either side of her, smiling just as bright. "Having fun?"

"Loads."

"Tons."

David and Wes fumbled as they spoke at the exact same time.

"Do you guys know the rules here?" Charity asks.

"Rules?" Blaine mimics.

"You get three minutes to chat and then we move on, unless you want to do other things."

"Other things, huh?" Wes asks excitingly.

"And what would those other things be?" David questions.

"Oh, you know. Dance, talk, or more."

"And the price ranges for these?" Blaine speaks up. He locks eyes with Porcelain for a moment, who smiles softly. Blaine likes that smile. He likes it a lot.

"Fifty for a dance or lap dance. A hundred for a hand job. Two hundred for a blow job. And three hundred for a fuck. Plus an extra hundred for every extra hour." Lolita explains.

"Damn! You guys are pretty pricy."

Charity and Lolita smile. "We're worth it." They reply in unison.

Blaine leans forward. "How much is it just to talk?"

"A buck a minute." Lolita states. "Alright then, boys. Let's get to chatting. This is Charity. She does everything but sex, so if that's what you're looking for, you're out of luck with her."

"I have a boyfriend." Charity says. "He's in a wheelchair and is totally hot."

"This is Porcelain. He gives it all and has no problem taking it. Isn't that right, Sparkles?" Porcelain blushes at her words, but says nothing.

Blaine meets his gaze for a moment and Blaine can see a hint of shyness in them. Blaine smiles at this.

"And I'm Lolita. Feel free to just call me Lita, though. I do everything under the sun and worth every penny. You have two minutes left, tell us about yourselves."

The guys looked to one another before Wes finally spoke up.

"I'm Wes."

"Like Wesley?" Charity asks.

"Yeah."

"That's a cute name. It sounds like a horse's name."

"Thanks. This is David. And that's Blaine."

"Pretty in Pink!" Porcelain said suddenly. All eyes land on him. "Sorry, reminded me of a character from a movie."

"Yeah." Blaine turned towards him. "The Molly Ringwald film. In the eighties. I love the movie."

Lita looked to her friend with are-you-kidding-me eyes. Rolling them, she looked back to the three sitting before her.

"It was nice chatting with you, but we have to go now."

"Wait!" Wes spoke up. "How much did you say for a dance?"

"Fifty." Lita says.

Reaching into his wallet, Wes pulled out a crisp fifty dollar bill. "I would like a dance with Ms. Lita."

Lita smiles, taking the bill from his hand. "Come on, Cowboy." She says, turning her back as she walked to the dance floor. Wiggling his eyebrows, Wes follows her.

Reaching into his own pocket, David pulled out an identical fifty dollar bill and held it out to Charity, who smiled widely as they went out on the floor.

When only Blaine and Porcelain remained, they two did everything to keep their eyes off one another. Eventually Blaine gave up and looked to the shiny young man before him.

"Well, I better get going." Porcelain says after a moment.

As he slowly turned to leave, Blaine realized he didn't want that. Reaching into his pocket, Blaine pulled out a ten.

"Wait!" As the man turned around, Blaine held out the bill. "What other movies do you like?"

Kurt laughed. Not a sarcastic laugh or one he was forced to make to please a client, a real I'm-having-fun laugh. And he was. He enjoyed talking to Blaine. Especially since they talked about everything. From movies to music to fashion. They agreed on most things, which was rare, seeing as Kurt had a very strong option on things (which usually landed him into trouble). But here, in this situation, he was brought into uncontrollable laughter.

By the time their drinks were gone and the music slowly came to an end, Blaine has spent almost two hundred dollars while talking. Neither wanted it to end, but it did. In a way that wasn't exactly cheerful.

"Alright, Porcelain, you're done." Sylvester says, coming to their table.

"Done? Sue, we're just talking. And you're getting paid for it!"

"Three hours is the limit. Now let's go, I'm sure there are many other gentlemen who would like to talk to you." Kurt and Blaine each remained silent, avoiding the eyes around them. "Now!" Sylvester bellowed before leaving the table.

"Sorry to get you in trouble." Blaine expressed.

"It's fine." Kurt told him, placing up a small hand to stop Blaine fro continuing. "It was nice talking to you, Blaine. See you around I guess?" I hope, he added softly in the back of his mind as he stood.

Blaine came to his feet as well, placing his balled hand into his pocket. "Oh, yeah. Totally." He smiled.

Kurt liked his smile. He didn't know why; maybe because it was one of the few genuine smiles he saw while working at Club ND. It was easy to see Kurt was saddened with that fact three hours had came and went so quickly, but business was business. Whether he liked it or not.

"Bye." Kurt said at least before turning his back on Blaine and going back to mingling.

Standing all alone at the table, Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, breathing outward as he went to search for his friends.