It was a week later to the day, and Kurt was standing once again with the other boys.  Sebastian hadn't returned since Kurt had hit him.  He'd remarked "The bitch has got a bite."  and deemed Kurt "Not worth the trouble."  Kurt's week had been fairly uneventful, his tricks had been exceedingly tame, seeking simple pleasures.  But every morning when he stumbled home and took his showers and counted his marks and fell into bed and curled around his pillow,  his heart ached for the sweet boy he'd pushed away and his soul ached for the pitiful hell his life had become. 

He missed Blaine. He really had been touched when he'd shown up to take him out on a date. He felt he'd done the right thing though by turning him away, and he thought he'd been sucessful, he didn't expect to see him ever again and really it was better this way. 

So when Blaine showed up at Kurt's shady bit of street one week later, it really took Kurt by surprise.  He strode up to Kurt, his face twisted in determination and stood on his toes to press his lips to Kurt's ear. His raspberry scent surrounded Kurt and mixed with the swirl of smoke, it was intoxicating. Blaine's voice was a growl, "I just want the fuck." he demanded. He deftly slid a large wad of cash into the pocket of Kurt's jeans then took a step back and regarded Kurt with his challenge. 

Kurt bit his lip and consented with a terse nod. Blaine took him by the hand and led him a few blocks down to a more central arterial where he hailed a cab.  It took them not to the hotel from the last time but to an apartment building in a nice neighborhood, it wasn't overly opulent but was far more respectable than Kurt's own building. 

"You live in the city? I thought you and your brother were visiting from Ohio?" 

"Nah, Coop's had a place here for a few years and I've been living with him for the last couple of months. He doesn't like to let... ladies of the night see his place. He's convinced they'll come back and rob us."

"Well it's not an irrational fear.  You're not worried about me?" 

"I trust you."  Blaine was looking at Kurt with reverence, he seemed to have forgotten the character he'd put on before, and then he remembered himself, he cleared his throat and there was an awkward silence between the two of them for a few beats, Kurt studied his boots to avoid meeting Blaine's eye.  After a time Blaine spoke again and the gruffness had returned to his voice.  "Come on." 

After an elevator ride spent in silence save for the instrumental Celine Dion music that played softly over the elevator's speakers, Blaine led Kurt down a hall with brick walls and hardwood floors. They stopped at a door marked 12C and Blaine fiddled with the keys before holding the door open for Kurt to enter.  He didn't get a chance to take a look around, Blaine was pushing him through another door into a dark room and then onto a bed. He felt calloused fingers feeling for his fly and he felt Blaine's soft lips on his collarbone and he was floored by Blaine's transformation from the blushing virgin he'd spent the night with a week prior.

Blaine mumbled something into his skin, something like "I wanna look at you." and there was the sound of fumbling and then a reading lamp clicked on, bathing the room in it's yellow light.  It was quite a spacious room for the city, with pinstriped wallpaper that was either olive or forest green, Kurt couldn't quite tell because of the light. It was fairly neat and well decorated and the furnishings were rich.  Kurt appreciated the room for there had been a time in his life when few things mattered to him more than interior design. There were photos and trophies everywhere in the room and Kurt wished that it were his place to ask about Blaine's past and what he'd been like as a child.  But it was not his place, Kurt's place was exactly where he was, lying on a bed, under a man, a slave to his will and nothing else. 

Something in Blaine's administrations felt off to Kurt though. It took him a second to recognize that Blaine's touches were not meant for Blaine's pleasure but for Kurt's. He was kissing the soft flesh of Kurt's stomach sweetly and tenderly and his hand was stroking Kurt gently, not the usual one or two rough tugs Kurt was lucky to recieve most nights.  Most curiously, Blaine was completely ignoring his own erection, which was still straining, tucked away in his tight, red jeans.  Kurt could not remember being with anyone who's main goal was not their own satisfaction.  Even before he'd become a prostiute, the few sexual partners he'd been with had been entirely selfish and he could count the number of orgasms he'd had that weren't by his own hand on his fingers, but cute, blushing, virgin Blaine had him so close so soon. 

Kurt's cock was buried wet and warmly in Blaine's mouth and Blaine was artfully tracing his tongue over the sensitive vein that ran the length of his dick.  His hands wandered and caressed the planes of Kurt's body, palms down and fingers splayed.  Kurt watched his dick bob between Blaine's plush red lips, the sight was so sensual and he could feel his orgasm stirring, he laced his fingers in Blaine's hair and pulled him close and then he came. Blaine swallowed the first few spurts then pulled his mouth off of Kurt's cock with a pop, the last few ropes of pearly white come decorating his lips and chin. He smiled up at Kurt sweetly, rested his head on Kurt's thigh, and entertained himself by ruffling his fingers in Kurt's neatly trimmed thatch of tawny pubic hair.  Kurt felt as though he had run fifty miles, his blood felt hot and his lungs heavy, he had a sheen of sweat over his entire body and it was hot and salty and unpleasant in the most wonderful way.  He felt he could sleep for a year but he really didn't want to fall asleep as long as he could stay awake and be with Blaine. 

And then Kurt's stomach seemed to drop and it lessened the wonderful after-glow, because Kurt could feel himself falling for Blaine, falling deep and hard, not just the little crush he wouldn't admit he'd had before.  The feeling was dangerous, for Kurt, for Blaine, for everyone involved. The rule weighted on Kurt's chest:  Prostitutes should not- do not- cannot fall in love.  He brought his arm up to his face and tried to muffle his sob in the crook of his elbow, but Blaine heard him.  He pulled himself up on the bed and curled next to Kurt, he brushed his messy bangs off of his glistening forhead and whispered comfortingly, "Hey.. shhh... it's okay.. you're okay..." 

Part of Kurt wanted to scream, "IT'S NOT OKAY! YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND!"  but that part of him was small and so he didn't, he instead curled into Blaine like he did his pillow every night, and, like he normally did, cried himself to sleep.

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Kurt stirred from his sleep when the sunrise flooded the room, he woke with a fright due to his unfamiliar surroundings. Usually when he awoke somewhere he was unaccustomed to, it was to greet an abusive trick, but it was just Blaine he was curled up against.  Kurt felt a flash of relief and affection looking down at the serenely sleeping boy, but it was quickly replaced with the heartache from the previous night. 

Kurt slid from the bed slowly so as not to disturb Blaine's sleep, he collected the few things he had brought with him and quietly padded from the room, pausing at the door to cast a longing glance at Blaine's sleeping form, he felt his heart clench just looking at him and had to tear his eyes away. He then slipped away into the hall and onto the street to stumble back home to Rachel. 

She noticed the downcast expression on his face as soon as she saw him, she patted the seat next to her on the couch and prompted, " Tell auntie Rach what's the matter Kurtsie-wurtsie"  she'd made more of her 'memosas'. 

"I spent the night with Blaine again." 

"The virgin boy?" 

"The very same.  He um.. paid me.. to blow me."

"He paid you and then he blew you?"

"Yeah..."

"Weiirrrd. I've never heard of that."  Kurt really didn't appreciate Rachel's seemingly constant state of inebriation.

"mmhmm..  Rachel?"

"Yeah sweetie?"

"I think- fuck- I think I'm falling for him." 

Suddenly she seemed more alert, " Kurt, you can't! That's THE number one rule! Do. Not. Fall. In. Love." 

"I-I know.  I left without saying goodbye this morning.  I know, no matter how sweet, and cute, and sexy and kind and perfect he may be... I can't fall in love with him.  I won't see him again."

She relaxed and fell back against the cushions. She reached out a clumsy hand and patted Kurt's hair. "Good Kurt."  He sighed and stood to take his shower.
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Kurt didn't go out for three nights after that, he faked a cold to Rachel and spent three days lying in his bed, curled around his pillow, watching Friends reruns and sobbing. 

She dragged him out on the fourth night, she practically had to dress him and she walked him to his selling spot.  She brushed imaginary lint off of his shoulders and kissed his cheek before she left for her own spot, like a mother leaving her child at his first day of kindergarten. 

He didn't join the group, they came to him. They laughed loudly and questioned Kurt on where he'd been the past three days, but he ignored them. Until one of the boys said something that really caught his attention, "That little slice that took you home last time's been coming around here lookin' for you."

Kurt's head snapped up, "Blaine?"

"That could be his name, honey, I don't know I'm just the talent."  Kurt curled in on himself and tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. The boy took a long drag of his cigarette, then looked over Kurt's head, "Speak of the devil. He's early tonight." 

Kurt spun on his heel to find it /was/ Blaine who was making determined strides toward him, he saw Kurt and his face split into the brightest smile Kurt had ever seen, it made his heart seize in his chest. Blaine stood in front of him, close enough that the toes of their shoes touched eachother on the pavement.  "Kurt. Hi, I've been coming around the last couple days, looking for you. It's good to see you. You've got um.. lipstick or something..." he cautiously raised a hand and rubbed away the cherry colored smudge rachel had left on his cheek. Kurt blushed under his touch.  Blaine held his gaze on Kurt, and didn't let his hand fall from his face, and Kurt wished Blaine's eyes were not so beautiful, they were like liquid gold and difficult for Kurt to look in to, but impossible for him to look away from. Blaine's smile faltered and Kurt could see his happy thoughts leaving his head and being replaced with something that looked a little bit painful, "You- um- you left so soon, and then you weren't showing up here... you had me worried." He tried to laugh off the genuine concern in his voice.

"Yeah, well, I've been sick, but I'm fine." 

"Oh..."

"Yeah..."

There was an awkward pause before Blaine tried to change the subject, "So, I went to the bank and I withdrew all this cash-" He pulled a stack of hundred dollar bills from his pocket,"-so I was wondering if you'd like to spend the night with me? I'd like to hire your... services.. so to speak." 

Kurt felt his heart and his bones and his skin screaming for him to accept, but he heard Rachel in his head. 'Do. Not. Fall. In. Love.'  he knew she was right, and with what the last night he'd spent with Blaine had done to him, if he wasn't in love with Blaine yet, another night with him would only cement his feelings. "Blaine, I don't know, I really shouldn't..." 

"Oh come on, please? I mean I won't force you if you really don't want to..  but, I'm a paying costomer and.. I treat you well... don't I?"

"Yeah, Blaine, you treat me wonderfully, it's just- I don't know... It's not you- well I mean, it sort of is but.. I just..."   He tried to remember all the reasons why he should decline, but looking into Blaine's big, hopeful, pleading eyes, he couldn't seem to recall a single one.  Every cell in his body yearned for Blaine's touch.  He felt a switch in his head and, Rachel be damned, he decided to accept Blaine's offer. After all, he had a history of making disasterous decisions, why break that streak? 

That's how Kurt, once again, found himself in Blaine's bed.  Blaine was on top of him, both of their shirts in a pile on the floor.  Kurt revelled in Blaine's naked chest, he was much more well-built than Kurt had expected, which was a problem.  He was lying on his back, watching Blaine's muscles shift beneath his skin and enjoying the feeling of their hard cocks pressed together through three layers of restricting fabric, delicious heat swirling in his stomach, and then Blaine leaned into Kurt, and caught his lip in his mouth and then they were kissing, making out, and Kurt didn't even realize it at first, it felt so natural, their lips moved together perfectly and Kurt felt dizzy in the best way, and then it hit him, no kissing.  It was one of the three rules he'd laid out for Blaine on that first day. Kissing suggested intimacy, it wasn't allowed, not on the lips, whores don't kiss their clients.

He pushed Blaine off of him and sat up against the padded headboard, pulling his knees to his chest. Blaine sat back on his knees, his face and his voice rife with concern and worry. "Kurt? Kurt are you okay? What did I do?" 

Kurt's words were muffled by the flesh of his arms, panicky sobs shook his frame, "No kissing- we can't- no kissing- that's the rule- no kissing no kissing no kissing." 

Blaine crawled forward to bury his fingers comfortingly in Kurt's hair, "Hey shh, no, it's okay, we don't have to kiss-"  it was aparent, in his voice, that to not kiss Kurt would be quite the sacrifice, but if he had to make the sacrifice in order to spend more time with Kurt, there was no question. "We won't kiss, it's okay."  He sat next to Kurt against the headboard and pulled him to his chest, he ran his fingers through Kurt's hair, "Hey, what can I do to make it better?" 

Kurt sniffled, "Just sex. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. Just mechanical, emotionless, uncomplicated sex." 

"Okay."  Kurt looked up at him, "Do it, I want you to make love to me- no, wait no. Fuck me, Kurt, I want you to fuck me." 

"W-what?" 

"I want you inside of me. Fuck me please." 

"But, I've never- I'm always the one being fucked.. and you're- Blaine, you're a virgin... your first time should be special, you deserve the perfect first time, not with some.. cheap hooker... I'll blow you how 'bout?" 

"Kurt... you are so special and you don't even know and if it's with you it will be perfect,  but you wanted emotionless so nevermind that, I'm paying you and I want you to fuck me."

"I-but...okay." 

Blaine smiled triumphantly, "Okay."

"Okay... l-lay down."  Kurt stood so Blaine could stretch out on the mattress. He unbuttoned his jeans and peeled them off, trying to ignore the affection with which Blaine was gazing up at him.Trying to deny how beautiful Blaine's gentle, fond, little smile and his heart eyes were. Trying to deny that Blaine had heart eyes for him at all. He crawled onto the bed, between Blaine's spread legs, and reached for Blaine's button, "Okay?" he asked permission, he was so used to being everyone's bitch, it was hard for him to take on the dominant role.

"Okay." 

He unzipped Blaine's pants and tugged them, with his boxer briefs, down over his hips and his strong thighs, he struggled for a moment, to get the tight pants off completely, and then he turned his attention to the boy lying before him.

He hated that Blaine was the most beautiful goddamn human being he'd seen in his entire life, it made it so much more difficult to not love him. Blaine was everything a man should be, from the desperate little curls- springing loose despite the gel- on the top of his head, to the tips of his long toes, curled into the mattress with pleasure from Kurt's hand on his dick.

Kurt grabbed the little bottle of lube he always carried with him from the pocket of his discarded jeans, he squirted some into his hand and spread it over his fingers, making sure it was warmed before pushing  Blaine's thighs up and apart. He teased his slick fingers over Blaine's hole, pressing the pad of his fingers against it but not letting them sink inside just yet. "Okay?" he asked again. 

Blaine nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, okay." 

Kurt pushed his first finger in, past the tight ring of muscle, and it was hot and so fucking tight, but it wasn't long until Kurt could fuck his finger in and out of Blaine easily. "More?" he asked.

"Yeah- more."

He added a second finger, Blaine's breath hitched as the added width stretched him. Kurt noticed the hitch, "This okay?"

"Yeah- yes- definitely okay." 

Kurt scissored and crooked his fingers, opening Blaine up for him. He added a third finger at Blaine's insistence, and then Blaine had planted his feet on the bed and was desperately trying to fuck himself back on to Kurt's fingers.  When the slide was easy, and Kurt brushed against the little bundle of nerves inside of Blaine, He yelled out to Kurt, "God, Kurt, PLEASE, now, fuck me now." 

"Okay" Kurt fumbled for the condom, rolled it on and lubed himself up. He used more lube than he really needed to, determined to make it as painless as possible.  He teased the head of his dick in the devide of Blaine's ass, delighting in watching his hole clench around nothing. "Kuuurrrt"  Blaine whined, Kurt lined himself up and pushed in, slowly inching his hips forward, pausing to let Blaine adjust to the intrusion when he winced  from the stretch.

And then He's thrusting into Blaine without a problem and letting his palms roam over the gorgeous planes of Blaine's lower abdomen, and Blaine's skin prickles because Kurt's palms are tickling the little hairs on his lower belly, and every thrust feels so freaking awesome, and Blaine never knew he could feel so full, and god, how is Kurt so perfect,  and "Ohhhhfuuuck, Kuuurt, yeah, there, yeeesss."  whenever Kurt hits that magical little spot. 

Blaine was all whines and grunts and moans and mewling and "soclosesoclosesoclose",  and Kurt reached down between the two of them, taking Blaine's heavy cock into his hand and jerking him in time to the rhythm of his thrusts, it didn't take much more of this before Blaine was coming, over Kurt's hand and both of their torsos, and the sounds he made, and the intensely blissful expression on his face were enough to send Kurt  over the edge, and he was coming too. 

They held each other in the afterglow for a while, with contented little smiles, just watching eachother, until Kurt realised what the feeling was, and stiffened, pulled out of Blaine, disposed of the condom, and turned away from Blaine on the bed.  Blaine crawled up behind him and rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder. "That was wonderful, thank you."

"Mmhmm" 

"I'm gonna take a shower, come with me?" 

Kurt was silent for a moment, what were the rules on post-coital bathing? "....Okay."

Blaine flashed a triumphant smile, "Okay?"

Kurt smiled too, because he might've been in denial of his feelings, but Blaine sure was adorable. "Okay." 

The shower was sweet, Blaine washed Kurt's hair then afterward, wrapped the fluffiest towel he could find around Kurt and dried him off.  He pulled Kurt by the hand into his bedroom and handed him a pair of clean boxer shorts before slipping into a different pair.  Kurt looked at them questionably, "Pajamas," Blaine supplied, " I paid for the whole night, so get comfortable, we're having a sleepover."  He jumped on the bed and bounced a few times before burrowing under the covers and patting the spot next to him. Kurt hesitated, he knew this probably went against the standard prostitute code of conduct, but he was tired. Tired from his orgasm, tired because it was late, and he was so fucking tired of denying himself the simple pleasures of a cozy bed and the warm embrace of Blaine's arms. He stepped into the boxers and slid between the sheets, Blaine smiled and laid his head on Kurt's chest, he drew invisible patterns with his fingers on Kurt's stomach, and Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's adorably curly hair.  It was sweet and comfortable and they were well on the way to drifting into blissful sleep when Blaine said Kurt's name in a sleepy voice just above a whisper. "Kurt."

"Hmm?"

"I love you." 

Kurt's body went rigid, his eyes widened and his back straightened, forcing Blaine to lift his head away from Kurt's body, the comfortable contentedness of the moment was shatterd and dead. "Don't."

"What?"

"Don't love me."

"I can't help it. I love you."

"No! Don't love me. I- I can't love you back. Don't love me, hate me, that's better, hate me instead!"

"You can't tell me what to do, and I couldn't ever hate you, there's nothing I can do about it, I'm in love with you." 

Kurt launched himself off the bed and paced across the room, he turned back to Blaine and his face was a tortured mask, "WHORES AREN'T MEANT TO LOVE, BLAINE! DON'T LOVE ME!" 

Blaine spoke in the tiniest of voices, "Don't call yourself that."

"That's what I am, Blaine. I'm a whore, I'm for rent. I'm an object, meant to be used, not loved. You don't deserve that. Don't love me."

"You're so beautiful"

"I'm not. I'm disgusting."

"I love you."

"You can't. I don't love myself, you can't love me if I don't love myself."

"And yet here I am, in love with you."

"I can't love you back, I can't love myself, I can't love anybody."

"I can love you enough for the both of us, a-and you don't have to love me back, but that doesn't change how much I love you, I just- I just thought you ought to know."

Kurt fixed his teary gaze on Blaine for a moment, there were a few beats and then he crossed the room, sat back down on the bed and curled himself into Blaine, who wrapped his arms around Kurt's shaking form and comforted him with his tight hold and soft kisses pressed into his hair. Kurt sobbed into Blaine's skin and repeated his mantra, "You shouldn't love me, don't love me." 

Blaine just held him and whispered back, "Too bad, Kurt, I love you, I do."  and then once Kurt had calmed a little, Blaine's whispers were just "It's okay, shh, it's okay, I love you and that's okay." 

They stayed like this the whole night, Blaine eventually drifted off to sleep with Kurt still nestled safely in his arms. When Kurt was sure he was sleeping he pressed a gentle kiss to the first bit of skin he could reach, and whispered the quietest little words, "I love you too."