Though Kurt really couldn't complain. It was almost a month since Sue gave him his new position at the club; a simply performer. He was given all the tips thrown onto the stage whenever he and the others performed, and an extra fifty from the boss lady; and all he has to do was sing and dance.

He didn't exactly understand why Sue decided to do this. Her reason was that she wanted to show the crowd what they couldn't have so they'd come back for more. Kurt didn't know if it'd work or not, but he really didn't care. It meant less time at the club and more doing whatever he wanted.

Kurt was already halfway through the door when something caught his eye. Leaning back, he cocked his head and stared.

"Dave?"

Karofsky lifted his head from his ice pack and looked Kurt's way. He was surrounded with by several performers, each either giving him a massage, filing his nails, or simply saying sweet things to make him feel better.

"Jeez, what happened? Your face looks terrible!"

Karofsky laughed bitterly. "Its nice to see you too."

"I got it from here, girls." Kurt says, taking the women's place. "Seriously, what are you doing here?"

"Me and some of my football buddies decided to swing by. Bad idea, apparently."

"That's some shiner. Who did it?"

Karofsky sighed, placing the ice pack back onto his face. "Santana's boyfriend."

Kurt's eyes opened wide in surprise. "David? What was he doing here? He hates this place."

"I don't know. Santana asked me to sit on for one of her dances . . . everything was going great. Next thing ya know he shows up on stage, hits me, and then drags her out of the club."

"I knew he was the jealous type, but wow. Are you alright?"

"I was a little confused and my face still kinda hurts, but its nothing compared to being tackled by a two hundred plus pound football player covered in padding and running at you with impeccable speed."

"Ahh, Dave. You were always a brave one."

"Coming from the dancing queen himself, I'll take it as a compliment."

"As you should." Kurt says, standing slowly. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I must go change." Kurt was almost to the door when Karofsky called his name, stopping him.

"He's a lucky guy." He tells him. Kurt smiles, asking who he meant. "The guy who bought you off the market." He explains. "Sylvester told me all about him. He's a high roller, but you were always worth it."

Kurt smiled, hiding his clenched teeth. "Yes. Of course."

"Well, tell him he wins. I would've loved to have ya, but it's obvious who you belong to."

"Yes. If you'll excuse me." Kurt turned and left through the exit. Blaine Anderson, he thought, you are so dead.

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Blaine sat on the couch, gazing boringly at the TV. He and Kurt had the entire night planned; dinner and a movie, and ending with cuddling and hopefully sex, and it was all stopped due him being called into work.

Blaine wasn't normally a drama queen, but he wasn't happy.

It could've been worst, though. Kurt could be doing who knows what with some client until three am. All he really needed to do now was dress, sing and dance for a song or two, and then he was done for the evening. It was almost perfect.

There was a small hole in his heart from having to sell his guitar; it was pretty legendary. Every rocker Metro signed had played on it and even the ones that just stopped by for an interview. The amount of talent that ripped across it. . . . Blaine would move on, of course. Having Kurt all to himself permanently was worth it.

Blaine practically jumped out of his skin as the loud thud of the door slamming boomed around the room. Standing, he turned to see Kurt hanging his coat up and untwisting his scarf from his neck.

"Hey!" He says enthusiastically. "What are you doing home so early?"

Blaine began to walk toward him when Kurt put his hand out, telling him to stop. Blaine looked him up and down. Right foot locked outward…one hand on his hip, the other doing the universal stop sigh. . . . His bitch face showing….

"What did you do?"

"What?"

"Dave Karofsky told me that someone offered Sue money so I'd no longer have to dance or do anything sexual with the clients."

"Really? That's . . . that's random."

"Cut the bull, Blaine!" Kurt ordered. Blaine stepped back, swallowing hard. Oh shit! "You bought me? How could you! This entire time we've been together, you've been preaching about how you didn't want to pay for me . . . be another client. And then you go and do this! What is wrong with you!"

"I can explain!" Blaine offered quickly, his hands out in front of him.

"Well do it fast!" Blaine's mind froze, trying to think of something. He didn't want to piss Kurt off even more, but he didn't want to lie. "I'm waiting!" Kurt said sharply.

"Okay!" He half shouted. "Santana told me how much that Karofsky guy wanted to buy you for the night; how he was gonna pay like . . . Three times the normal rate."

"I don't do that anymore, Blaine!" Kurt yelled. "You of all people should know that!"

"I do! I do know that! But Santana kept going on and on about how much he liked you, and how he'd stop at nothing to have you, and how Sue would probably force you, and then she said how good the money could be for us, so you'd probably wanna do it and I just . . . I fucked up! Okay! I'm sorry!"

"How much?" Asked Kurt. "How much did you pay?"

"Tw-twenty-five grand." Blaine stutters.

"How the hell can you afford that?" Kurt questioned, and then he it hits him. Rushing to the bedroom, Kurt looks around, but comes up empty. "Where is your guitar?" Blaine remained silent. "Blaine, where is your guitar?"

Blaine hesitated, but finally answered the question. "It was the only way." He admitted quietly.

Kurt sighed, putting his hands through his hair. "How could you? How could you? That guitar was like your child!"

"I don't care!" Blaine shouted then. "I don't care if I had to sell the clothes on my back. I know what I did was dumb, but I'd do it again and again if I had to! I'm sick of being jealous and I'm sick of thinking I'm going to lose you; though I know it will never happen. So go ahead. Yell at me. Call me stupid. Call me every name in the book; I don't care. Because I love you! And you're mine. And that's that."

They stared at each other in silence for a long moment before either made any movement. Kurt walked towards him, his face expressionless. Blaine swore he was either gonna punch him or yell at him and break up with him, because that was a pussy move. Blaine waited and waited, but Kurt said nothing. Instead, he grabbed Blaine's face, pulling him close, and kissed him hard. Blaine almost stumbled back due to the surprise, but he held his ground; wrapping his arms around Kurt, deepening the kiss.

"Bedroom!" Kurt ordered, breaking the kiss momentarily.

Neither waiting another second. They pushed and shuffled their way to their room; their clothes dropping like flies along the way. Kurt tossed Blaine onto the bed, standing menacingly above him.

"You want me?" He questioned darkly. Blaine nods fiercely. "You'll be screaming my name before the night ends." Kurt tells him, just before pouncing.

Blaine didn't have time to responded. Kurt was on his body, licking and sucking like a leech sucking for blood. Blaine moaned, loving the feeling. Something about Kurt's lips on his body drove him beyond bonkers.

And then Kurt went lower and lower.

"Well, look what we have here?" He mused, running his fingers down Blaine's boxer covered shaft. "Already hard for me, Blainy?"

"Y-yes!" Blaine said. "All for you. T-touch it again!"

"Ooh I'm gonna touch it. Touch and suck . . . Make you cum like never before. Ya like that idea, Blaine?"

"Yes! Yes I do! Holy shit!" Blaine nearly went limp as Kurt removed his boxers, freeing his already leaking cock.

Leaning down, Kurt ran his lips over the tip, glossing his lips with the white goo. "Hmm," he hummed, licking his lips. "Should I continue B?" He asks, running his hand up and down slowly.

"Please! Please baby!"

"I'm sorry, who?"

"Kurt! Fuck Kurt, please suck me!" Blaine shouted.

"Well, if you insist."

Blaine's eyes nearly popped out of his head as Kurt took him deep. Blow jobs from Kurt were usually slow and easy, yet extremely enjoyable. Tonight was different. Kurt was bobbing his head quickly, taking him as deep as possible. And for the small part he couldn't force down he used his hand. Another thing he did was play with Blaine's sack. Blaine wasn't really a ball person, but this just felt fantastic!

A few minutes of his, plus the noises Kurt made while doing it, and Blaine was gonna be done. Kurt must've sensed that, because he popped off, licking his lips as he breathed deeply.

"On your knees." He ordered, and Blaine, of course, did as told.

This wasn't a new position for them, though both admitted to prefer being on their backs if they were the bottom. It was more romantic and best for kissing. Tonight wasn't about romance. No, tonight was gonna be a fuck. A raw hard fuck that would leave both of them tired and fucked out.

"Lube . . . Or spit?" Kurt muses slowly, driving Blaine up the wall.

"Spit! Spit, spit, spit!" He chanted.

"Hey!" Kurt smacked his behind, causing Blaine to yelp with pleasure. "Silence! You don't get to scream until my dick is in your ass, got it!" Spitting into his hand, Kurt rubbed it along his cock, getting it nice and wet.

Any other day, he'd use lube and get Blaine all prepared, but he was sure neither of them needed it, and his dick was already hard and was almost hurting, so it was hell to preparing and lube and yes to going in hard. Condoms were not an option tonight!

Leaning forward, Kurt pushed in slowly, smirking at the sound of Blaine's moan as the tip slowly went in. Biting his lip, Kurt took hold of Blaine's hips and, as much strength as he had, slammed in.

Blaine screamed and shuddered forward, breathing deeply. There was a tight, hot pain, but he ignored it. The pleasure was taking over quickly, and dear god, that felt good! Kurt went slow, then gained speed, teasing Blaine. Needing to feel that piercing feeling again, Blaine moved with him, pushing against him, meeting each of Kurt's thrust with one of his own.

"Fuck, baby. Shit!" Blaine moaned, gripping the sheets.

Reaching forward, Kurt took hold of Blaine's cock and bumped it hard. It was no secret tonight wasn't going to last long, but by God, Kurt was gonna get the most out of it. Kurt moaned loud, moving faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Kurt…God baby!"

"Say it!" Kurt ordered between gritted teeth. "Say it loud!"

"Kurt! Fuck! Kurt…I'm gonna!"

"Say. It. Loud." Kurt smacked Blaine's ass, gripping the cheek hard.

"Kurt!" He screamed, pushing back hard.

Kurt moved faster, feeling himself getting close. He was gonna cum, but not yet. He had to say it. He had to scream it loud; enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. The bed was creaking now; shaking from their thrusting.

Leaning forward, Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, squeezing his cock hard. "Say it."

"KURT!" Blaine cried, cumming into his hand. That's all it took and Kurt was finished. Cumming hard, Kurt collapsed onto Blaine's back, crushing Blaine into the bed.

They lied their panting, trying to recover from what just happened. Taking Kurt's hand, Blaine linked their fingers together.

"I love you." He sighed.

"Same here, babe." Kurt panted, kissing his head before lying back and closing his eyes; allowing sleep to take him over.