Kurt sat in his room on the floor in front of his mirror, he was naked save for a pair of tight, white, short shorts.  He carefully rubbed his moisturizing cream into his skin, people were more inclined to choose a healthy looking whore with good skin. When he took care of his skin he got more clients and they were willing to pay more. 

When he was done moisturizing he applied the tiniest bits of eyeliner and lip-stain, to make himself look as appealing as possible. He sighed and stood to wriggle into a little red t-shirt that was two sizes too small and was as tight as his skin. He shoved his feet into his pair of white Doc Martens, slipped a fresh pack of condoms into his pocket, checked his hair and his ass in the mirror one last time, and headed out for the night.

He stood in his usual spot next to the other rent-boys, their chatter filled his ears and their smoke swirled around his head and in his lungs. He chose this group to hang around because with all of their scabs and piercings and obvious heroin addictions, he looked like a pretty little porcelain doll. He got much more play here than he would if he hung around with the classier boys, which made up for the slightly smaller amount of money.

He was making eyes at a group of cute guys that had just left the gay bar across the street when a shiny black mercedes pulled up in front of him. The window rolled down and a man with icy blue eyes and the most captivating smile  stuck his head out, "Hey, you up for a party?"  

Kurt smiled and leaned down toward him, he was much more attractive than his usual guys, "Are you a cop?" 

The man laughed, "No, I'm an actor." 

Kurt thought for a moment, "Oh! The insurance guy?"

The man in the car nodded, "So, you in?"

"What did you have in mind?" 

"Some of my buddies and I just happen to be in town looking for a good time, we've got us some lovely girls-"  Kurt noticed a young woman in the passenger seat for the first time, "-but my little brother's with us and girls aren't really his thing." 

Kurt was a little disappointed he wouldn't get to fuck this adonis but figured any little brother of his couldn't be half bad. He nodded. "Yeah, okay, I'm in." 

He turned and said something like "Hey squirt, pretty boy's in." to someone in the backseat, then he turned back around and adressed Kurt,"How much for the night?" 

Kurt told him, tacking a few hundred on to the price because it really was a nice car. The man didn't even flinch, just said "Great! Get in!"  and nodded to the backseat door.

He heard a small voice coming from the back say,"I don't know about this, Coop."  but cut him off by pulling the door open. He was met with the biggest, most beautiful, terrified, goldenbrown eyes he'd ever seen.  

The boy was a tiny little thing, Kurt guessed he was no older than eighteen, and he was shaking, but his pupils were blown with lust and his wet little tongue kept sneaking out to lick over those plush pink lips. His expression was nervous but unmistakeably wanton.  Kurt slid into the car and held out his hand for the beautiful boy "Hey there sweetie, my name's Kurt." 

The boy took his hand but didn't shake it, he just held it there. "Blaine."  

"Well, Blaine, we're gonna have a good time tonight, you and me."  Blaine just stared at him. They sat in the awkward, shared silence for the whole ride. The two girls in the car, and the man that had introduced himself as Cooper whooped and hollered but Kurt and Blaine just stared. Kurt didn't try to make conversation after the first few minutes, one of his earliest tricks had been the silent type and Kurt had chattered at him too much, it annoyed him and he'd beaten Kurt unconcious, then fucked him without a condom and taken his money. He'd abandoned Kurt on the ground in front of an ER with a sprained wrist, two broken ribs, a split lip, a black eye, a concussion, anal tearing and the fear that he'd contracted a myriad of different STDs.  Thankfully the bastard had been clean and Kurt had healed quickly, but he'd learned his lesson, If a trick wanted him to shut up, he shut up.

The car pulled up in front of a nice enough hotel, somewhere upper-middle class families would stay on vacation.  It wasn't the sort of place Kurt was used to.  He felt a little bit silly about to do what he was about to do in a place that had a "Water Wonderland" and a "Kidz Korner."

They rode the elevator to the fifth floor, the girls hung off of cooper and slid their hands down his pants, clucking and cooing about how sexy he was and how big he was, the standard ego boost treatment that every john got.  Kurt and Blaine stood politely next to eachother, Blaine avoiding Kurt's eye. Any other guy would probably already be pounding into him, or he'd at least be on his knees with a mouth full of cock by now, it threw Kurt off his game to be left untouched. 

They made their way to the room, it was a lower end suite with a sitting room and separate bedrooms, there were already several other men and women in various states of undress engaged in various sexual acts when they got there. Blaine stared down at his feet uncomfortably to avoid seeing anything. Kurt noticed that every surface in the room was littered with bottles of vodka and tequilla and rum, and several different kinds of party drug, he recognized coke and ecstacy lying out on the coffee table.  Kurt hoped to avoid the drugs as best as he could. He'd formed no lasting addictions the way most in his position had and it was one of the very few things about himself he was actually proud of. He'd not kept completely clean, there was the rare client that would pay him extra to snort something or swallow something or inject something or other, but that had been the end of it, at least he wasn't trolling around heroin dens with the other boys or doing coke on a sunday morning with Rachel, and that was something to be proud of at least.

While Kurt had briefly lost himself in his thoughts, Cooper had pulled his erection out of his jeans and a little blonde girl that couldn't have been more than sixteen was servicing him.  Blaine flinched away from his brother almost violently and turned to bury his face in Kurt's chest.  Kurt was taken aback, it was the first time one of his tricks had sought any kind of comfort from him, he awkwardly stroked his hand over Blaine's gelled down curls. The simple, innocent gesture felt too nice to Kurt, he felt his heart grow warm and he found himself thinking he could maybe pretend for the night that he had a boyfriend and he wasn't just some piece of trash that let strangers deposite their orgasms in him and then just leave him by the wayside.

Cooper spoke as he thrust into the little girl's face, "Hey, squirt, why don't you show him your room." 

Blaine blushed and looked up at Kurt, he smiled the tiniest of smiles, took Kurt's hand and led him to one of the two bedrooms- yes, he actually led him by the hand, Kurt swore he was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

They sat on the generic hotel comforter uncomfortably, sneaking glances at eachother but wincing when their eyes made contact.
     
Blaine muttered an awkward little "Um."

Kurt looked at him with wide eyes, thankful that he'd finally made a noise, it was progress, "Yes?"

Blaine stared at his feet. "Nevermind, it's... nevermind."

Kurt placed his hand reassuringly on Blaine's shoulder, something he would usually never do, "Hey, it's okay.  You can say whatever... I won't get offended you know."

"I was just...wondering.... what are the rules?"

Kurt smiled gently then recited the short list, " Condoms must be worn at all times, we don't do anything that would cause scarring, and no kissing." Blaine's face seemed to fall just a little bit then, "Other than that, I'm yours for the night, we can do whatever you like." He flashed Blaine a smile that was more friendly than sexy. 

Blaine's eyes flickered up to meet Kurt's briefly then back down to his feet. "We c-could- um- maybe a b-blowjob to s-start?" 

Kurt nodded and slid off the bed and onto the floor in front of Blaine, "Sure thing, baby." He cooed as he gently stroked his fingers over Blaine's clothed crotch. He leaned forward and licked up the seam of his pants towards the button, he had learned to unbutton jeans with his teeth and clients really seemed to enjoy that particular talent. While his mouth was preoccupied his hands were retrieving the little box of condoms from his pocket.  He sucessfully popped the button then pulled his face back, both to enjoy the wide-eyed expression on Blaine's face, and to select a flavored condom from the box. He picked a cherry one. In one swift, practiced movement, he unzipped Blaine, tore the condom foil open with his teeth, then dipped his fingers under the elastic of Blaine's underwear and wrapped his hand around Blaine's erection. He was about to pull it out and get a good look at it, but Blaine yelped, flinched, and pushed Kurt away.

"WAIT!" 

Kurt was confused, from the feel of him he was obviously enjoying himself, so why did he pull away?

"K-Kurt. I can't. Just no. St-stop please. I-I can't."  His words were panicky and his fingers were shaking as he buttoned his pants up.

"What's the matter?" 

"I've never- you know and I can't... I'm a virgin. I can't have my first time be something that I purchased. Even if you are gorgeous. I  just can't."  He smoothed his hand over his gelled hair in a stressed little gesture.

"Well then, what am I supposed to do for the rest of the night?" 

"You could, just, hang out with me? We could talk and stuff, Coopers' gonna pay you either way.. It could be your paid night off?" He looked at Kurt with those giant eyes of his and his expression was almost pleading, but he was so goddamn adorable.

"Yeah. Yeah okay, we'll just... hang out."  Kurt stood and threw the unused condom and it's wrapper in the little garbage can.
Blaine scooted back on the bed so his back pressed against the headboard, he pulled his knees to his chest and patted the space next to him, "Sit with me?"

Kurt hesitated, gun shy because people weren't usually so kind to him, at least not without some dark motivation. He decided after a moment that the little virgin cupcake on the bed wasn't going to tie him down and visciously rape him. Not that he knew him or anything but it was fairly obvious Blaine would never hurt a fly.  He nodded and carefully perched himself next to Blaine on the bed, their shoulders touching.

They said nothing for a while, Blaine kept clearing his throat and Kurt could tell he was working up the courage to say something.  "Blaine?"

Blaine looked at him, startled, "Yeah?"

"You um.. you wanted to talk and stuff..."

"Yeah?"

"So talk, Blaine." 

"Well I...."  Blaine blushed and suddenly became very interested in his fingernails.

"Yes?" 

"Can I ask you something sort of... personal?" 

"You can ask... I reserve the right to not answer, but you may ask." 

"Why did you... um.. why did you decide to- you know- do... what you do?" 

Oh. Kurt was silent for a moment, he picked at a loose thread, Blaine panicked.

"I-I'm Sorry! I-  that was out of line, I apologize, I don-"

"Blaine. It's okay, it's fine. You wanna know why I became a prostitute?" 

Blaine winced at the word and nodded curtly. "Mmhmm." 

"Well, I moved here from Ohio after High School with my friend, Rachel, and we had our big dreams, and we got our apartment and things were fine for a while, but then all the money we had saved in our accounts dried up with rent and food and all the expenses of living. When I lived at home I developed some expensive tastes and I think that was my undoing. Um, and I was an intern at Vogue which... didn't pay much, and Rachel was a student, so she was only spending money.  We couldn't afford our rent one month, and we were really stressing out, and the way we saw it, our options were, go homeless or move back to Ohio and at the time, those both were just.. mortifying.  It never occurred to us to ask for money from our families, just as a loan, we were in this mental state that we had to leave that part of our lives behind."

He paused and scratched at the back of his neck. Blaine could tell this was hard for him, he reached out and stroked his hand over Kurt's back. Kurt's skin prickled at the touch. He sighed heavily and forced himself to continue.

"Some upperclassmen at Rachel's school offered to pay her thirty dollars if she gave them a handjob, and we were desperate, so she did, and she came home and she was so excited, she was bouncing up and down flashing it around all 'Look what I got, in like ten minutes, Kurt!'.  It- it seemed too good to be true, you know?  So we- the both of us- we started doing it regularly, and it was just hand jobs and blow jobs at first and only people we knew from school or something like that. Prostitution, Blaine, it sucks you in, and the next thing you know, you're in a shitty hotel room with some strange drug coursing through your veins and five middle aged guys standing around you pissing on you. Just for a couple hundred bucks"

Blaine winced at his graphic words, he felt like he was wincing a lot lately, Kurt's story was making him feel like a sheltered little princess. He wanted more than anything to comfort the tense, troubled,beautiful man. He pulled Kurt toward himself and  guided his head to rest on his shoulder. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I made you tell me.."

"You didn't make me tell you. It's fine-" he rubbed at his eyes, " I'm fine. I-this is my life now, if I can't talk about it... well then, how am I gonna live with myself?" 

Blaine stroked his hair and, after a moment of silence, "I'm from Ohio too..." 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

 Then they were giggling, they didn't know why, there was certainly nothing funny about this situation. It just seemed to be one of those 'if you don't laugh, you'll cry' moments. And so they laughed.