The guy under him was panting like crazy. He had chocolate brown skin and black dreads, he couldn't be more than twenty and Blaine had made him ditch his friends. They were at the guy's apartment and his roommate was still back at the bar where Blaine had picked him up.

It was only around ten when they left so there should be enough time for Blaine to go back and find himself one more fuck if he felt the need, but for now he had to admit that he didn't get much from this.

Right now he had the guy on his knees on the small couch, his hands locked around the backrest as Blaine's hips were working with a determined pace. He was fucking his cock quickly in and out of the guy, but the idiot had a stupid idea of trying to look back on him so Blaine had to release his one hand from the guy's one hip to thrust his fingers into his hair.

"Fuck yes yes!" The guy growled as Blaine hit one time right and the guy's hips started jerking forward; he was coming all over the sofa.

Blaine realized he couldn't remember the guy's name – or maybe he never asked for it? Nonetheless, he had just made him come without any stimulation of his dick whatsoever.

"Dammit!" Blaine grunted under his breath as his hips jerked erratically and he was spilling deep in the condom inside the dark guy.

He took a moment to steady himself on his feet before grabbing his dick so he could pull out, the guy whimpering under him. He tied up the condom as he asked for the bathroom where he let the latex go in the trash and washed himself off with a fistful of wet paper.

As he returned to the living room the guy was already scrubbing furiously at the soiled couch, so Blaine started pulling his clothes on. When he declared that he was gonna take off, the guy didn't pay much attention so Blaine it to be good enough to end their night. When he put on his coat the door was opened and the roommate, who Blaine guessed to be the guy's sister, entered. She stared at him in confusion and headed down the hall. Right as Blaine opened the door he could hear the woman burst out a shocked "What the hell, Michael? The couch!"

Blaine considered going back to the bar for a drink before heading home, but he figured he might as well turn in early for the night, so he went home and showered before he sat down to watch TV on the couch in his boxers.

It was almost 2am when he flickered through the channels and stopped on a program without being sure why. It was America's Next Top Model and no way if he found any entertainment in watching chicks claw each other's eyes out over a title.

Then he realized he had stopped because of a specific piece of clothing during the current photoshoot going on at the screen. The item that had caught his eye was a large, red scarf, big enough to resemble a poncho the way it draped around the stick-like-girl. Blaine knew that this piece was by a designer that hadn't even launched her first collection yet. The reason it had caught his attention was because the last time he had brought the boy to a meeting with the stylists the boy had been eating the scarf with his eyes, only in a dark gray shade with lighter gray threads – he hadn't got to keep the scarf though, because since the designer hadn't had her first show yet they couldn't have her items out on the street.

He had only brought Kurt to meeting with the stylists four times by now and they all seemed to enjoy him presenting the different outfits for them – the boy seemed to enjoy his role as well which made Blaine pretty sure that he wasn't planning on backing out of the deal.

The sex after the meetings had improved. The boy was slowly starting to ease up, and one night Blaine had slipped a small vibrator into one of his bags and later texted him to check it and use it. The next time he was naked on Blaine's bed he had blushingly caved and admitted that he had in fact masturbated with the toy.

Blaine experimented a bit with finding out if the boy was best relaxed by being licked or fingered open, and then he shifted between missionary, sitting up to see the boy splayed out while being fucked or Blaine sitting on his haunches with the boy moving up and down in his lap.

The boy was a bit more in on it all by now, and he was slowly starting to catch the routine of getting his clothes off, sex, showering and then goodnight without too much. All in all; the deal was working out fine and both of them seemed satisfied.

However, the boy still refused that he had fucked anyone on the side, but Blaine had a hard time believing he hadn't since he was visibly starting to enjoy sex fully.

After shaking himself out of the thought of how well the scarf had looked wrapped around the boy's neck and shoulders he turned off the TV and went to bed.

Maybe I should call the boy tomorrow for a proper fuck?

xXx

"Blaine? Are you even listening to me?" A voice intruded and Blaine shook himself out of his trance. He had zoned completely out like he so often ended up doing when having dinner with his brother and his fiancé.

"What?" Blaine snarled a little and took a sip of the wine in front of him.

"You can't come to the Christmas party without a date. You told mom you were in a relationship and she's expecting you to bring that someone," his older brother, Cooper, said for what felt like the millionth time since October where the talk of the annual Christmas party at their mother's house had started.

He did tell his mom he was in a relationship. He had told her that months ago around his birthday in spring because she once again had expressed her concern for him being alone, lonely, when he started getting older.

Their dad had died in Iraq years ago and their mom was, to put it mildly, going a bit fragile after having become alone. It helped a bit that Cooper and his fiancé, Sebastian, visited her with their daughter, but it didn't stop her from calling Blaine several times during the week to ask him when he was planning on settling down – so to ease her mind he simply said that he already had. He told her that the guy he was seeing was a model so he was busy with work whenever they had family gatherings. Only now Cooper and Sebastian had enough – which surely was why they had invited him for dinner this time around.

"Listen, the Christmas part is coming up, then there's actual Christmas and then mom's birthday is coming right after in January. Not to mention our wedding in April – you need to tell her, Blaine," Sebastian said firmly as he returned from the bathroom where he had prepared their daughter for bed.

Blaine rolled his eyes. He knew they were right; sooner or later she would at least start asking for pictures and he couldn't exactly tell her that he didn't have any picture of his fake model-boyfriend.

"I know, I know – I guess I'll just tell her at the party then," he sighed and pursed his lips to show his dissatisfaction with the situation.

Sometimes he considered that it might just be easier for him to move to New York instead. It would be a lot easier with his work and he wouldn't be faced with idiotic attacks like these whenever Cooper and Sebastian were getting bored with their picture-perfect-picket-fence-life.

"Blaine, come on – you can't drop a bomb like that at the party. You know how upset she gets," Cooper tried to softly rationalize, and Blaine hated to admit it but it was true; if he told her at the party she would surely have a breakdown out of the fear that he would be alone forever – something he didn't have the slightest problem with, but she was sure that he was leading an empty and lonely life.

"Uncle Blaine? Will you come read me a story before I go to sleep?" A little dark haired girl asked, her honey eyes staring up at him to emphasize her request.

He shrugged at Cooper and Sebastian to show how satisfied he was that he now had the perfect excuse to sneak out of the discussion.

"Of course I will, bunny – you're the only girl in my life, remember?" He chuckled and picked her up to carry her to her room, even though her parents constantly told him that she was four years old and he should not be carrying her around.

He waited for her to crawl under the covers and wiggled around to adjust herself on the pillows. He grabbed her favorite book off the shelf and laid down on the bed next to her.

He read a fairy tale of her choice in dramatic voices and grinned whenever she giggled or hugged her close when she gasped regardless of how many times he had read her the stories.

As soon as he was finished her eyes were heavy and she yawned every other minute.

"You better sleep now, bunny. It's late and your dads will beat me up if I keep you awake," he cooed and put the book on the nightstand, but the girl only snuggled closer to him.

"I don't wanna sleep when you're here, uncle Blaine. I can always – sleep later," she complained, interrupted by yawns.

"No no. You need your beauty-sleep. How about I promise to take you out for pancakes and ice skating next week? Will you sleep now, then?" Blaine suggested and was happy to see that she nodded her head as eagerly as she could in her hazy state.

"Alright. I'll go fix that with your daddies. Now you be a good girl for me and sleep now," he crooned and kissed her forehead responded by her arms around his neck.

"G'night. I love you, uncle Blaine -" she said dozy.

"I love you too, bunny-girl. Goodnight."

He carefully got off the bed and left the room on tiptoes, already hearing the silent hum of her sleepy breathing filling the room.

Yeah, he really did love that little girl.

When Blaine went to bed that night it was the first time in months he didn't sleep right away. He had to figure something out because he simply couldn't break his mom's heart. He was pretty sure it wouldn't take him much to convince an actual model to pose as his boyfriend, but they were usually too arrogant to follow instructions. His only possibility left was asking a guy he knew for the number of the agency he once had used – an agency that rented out actors to pose as partners or suitors to make partners jealous or what else someone could need a man or woman for that didn't involve sexual activity.

He really didn't like that idea, but at least he could choose one he found good looking from a catalog and they would be professional enough to take directions – and if they didn't follow they wouldn't receive payment, so he was sure they would do it since not getting a payment would get them fired.

xXx

His hand was smoothing over the soft skin of the boy's naked arm. The skin was sweaty and as the boy was clenching his hands around his biceps Blaine was pretty sure they could both slip off each other if concentration was lost.

"Fuck, Blaine – more," Kurt whined into his ear and Blaine started thrusting faster into him.

For some reason Blaine felt like he could keep going and never come today. The boy had already come three times and Blaine didn't feel anywhere near his climax. This was the first time this had happened to him – the last few times he had fucked the boy he had felt like he had to work harder and harder for his orgasm, but today it simply wouldn't happen.

"Goddammit!" He groaned where he had buried his face into the pillow.

He sat up and punched down in the mattress before pulling himself out during complaints from Kurt. He threw the sticky condom on the bed and dove face-first between the kid's legs instead.

Kurt quickly locked his legs around Blaine's neck and he started licking around, wincing by the taste of lubrication from the condom, but soon it turned into the well-known taste of the boy's pussy.

With Kurt's fingers tugging on his hair he lapped and licked hungrily before he started thrusting three fingers in and out while sucking and flickering his tongue over the sensitive nub. It only took a few moments and Kurt was writhing and screaming from pleasure above him.

"What the hell was that?" Kurt snapped when he forced himself to his elbows, his chest still struggling to return to normal.

His hair was a mess and his voice was rough. Under normal circumstances Blaine would have fucked him one last time just for the fun of it – but right now he was just angry.

He got to his feet and stared at the boy before shaking his head at the shocked expression on his face.

"You came, didn't you? A few times, I might add -" Blaine spat out.

"Yeah. But you didn't – not even once," Kurt declared and got to his feet, crossing his arms over his chest and legs clenching tightly; he was still shy about his body after a fuck.

"I'm gonna go take a shower before going home," Kurt bit and marched to the dresser to pick up his bag of toiletries before stomping to the bathroom.

Blaine felt sweaty and sticky all over his body and right now he didn't give a crap because his balls were turning blue but he couldn't fucking come, so he forced open the shower curtain and went into the shower next to the kid.

"You're such a wreck, you are -" Kurt groaned and turned his back on him while soaping up his hair.

First Blaine only paid attention to washing his own hair, but after a little while it started to piss him off.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He asked and forced the kid to turn around by grabbing his arms hardly.

"It means – you're a wreck. Fucking a teenager and still caught up in the knot in your panties. No wonder you need to fuck me to keep you going -" Kurt hissed and pushed the bottle of conditioner hard against his ribs.

Now he knew why he hadn't showered with the boy before and apparently that had been a pretty damn fine tradition. Suddenly he gasped when Kurt locked his hand around his semi-hard dick and started swiping in earnest.

"You're probably one of those people who only ever works and sits around home alone while jerking off to amateur porn until it gets weekend so you can pick up slutty asses like yourself to heighten your self-esteem," Kurt groaned and continued working him off.

"I picked your slutty ass up at a bar," Blaine reminded him through gritted teeth, a hand on the tiles to support himself, because holy hell this was working for him.

"I only ever fucked you remember?" Kurt commented and took a step closer so his body was pressed against Blaine's, bubbles of soap running from his hair and down over his neck and chest.

"Maybe you should change that since your virginity is still gnawing at you," Blaine retorted.

He didn't get to think any further because the whirlpool he had longed for started twirling in his stomach, and when Kurt bit around his earlobe with a faked moan of "oh Blaine, yes, fuck my pussy" spurts of come spat out from his head and covered them both, the pulsing in his balls and shaft enough to make him see stars.

His forehead clasped against Kurt's shoulder and for some reason he couldn't help noticing how softly the boy let his hand slide off his softening, over-sensitive cock. Suddenly the shower niche was unbearably hot and when he raised his head to be met by Kurt's eyes staring directly into his a headache hit him violently.

"You stay the fuck out of my private life. Got that? Keep your ignorant assumptions to yourself. You don't know shit about me," Blaine exclaimed and washed himself off before leaving the shower. He grabbed for his towel and started drying himself sloppily as he walked to the bedroom.

Kurt stayed in the bathroom to get dressed before he stomped out of the bedroom where Blaine was pulling on a t-shirt. It was only a few minutes before Blaine heard the door slamming and he knew the kid had left. He dragged on a pair of sweatpants and headed for the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee.

One of the good things about getting laid in the middle of the afternoon was that he had the day and evening off to do some work before he went out or went to bed. This was one of those days, so he grabbed his laptop to get cracking.

Only problem was that he was completely blocked. He was supposed to write a specified report about the details of the collection he had been looking over during the week, but the words just simply wouldn't form in his brain. He tried going over the collection in his head as he went through his notes on the items, but all he saw was that stupid kid, and the way that fucking scarf had been slicking perfectly around his torso and the way he had worked it with his ass perfectly swaying back and forth – not to mention the way his eyes had been piercing into Blaine's when he had fallen naked on the bed with his fingers teasing around his clit.

In the end he closed his computer and went to the bedroom to change. He pulled on a quick outfit and figured that he probably need to get a real fuck with real release so he put on his coat and headed for the bars.

Only problem was that when he finally was at the bar he got himself a beer and took a stroll around the club. He got himself a few offers and cute ones they were – but they just didn't get his dick working.

After an hour he thought that he might as well leave, so he finished his beer and went home.

It was fucking 9 in the evening and there was no way he could go to bed now. He ordered Chinese and popped in a movie he couldn't focus on. Before he knew it the clock said 11 and he was sitting with his phone. But his call wasn't picked up, so he growled and thought "screw it" and went to bed.

xXx

When Blaine woke up it was to the tune of his phone ringing sharply from the coffee table. He got out of bed and ran to grab it last minute before it went off.

"You think I can make you come today?" Kurt's voice sounded from the other end of the line. Of course he wasn't planning on letting it go.

"Shut up," Blaine hissed in response and stretched his free arm over his head before rubbing his eyes with two fingers to see if he could wake up. Since he couldn't he decided to go back to bed.

"I can't see you today. I have a life, you know -" Kurt hurried to snap at him.

"I wasn't planning on asking for your assistance today," Blaine said and pulled the covers as good up around him as he could.

"Then why did you call me last night? It was late. I go to school, actually -" Kurt murmured and he was back to sounding shy and embarrassed.

Blaine hid his face in the pillow, trying to find out why he was actually doing this, but he couldn't see any other way out.

"Because I need your help," he finally caved in and cursed himself that he had let it go this far.

"My help? You didn't get my help enough yesterday? And you just said -" Kurt asked, sounding confused, but Blaine cut him off.

"Not that kind of help," Blaine had to groan at him, the words like acid on his tongue, because holy hell he had gotten himself in way deep now.

"Then... what kind of help?" Kurt asked, this time the question was low and it sounded like he had stopped in the middle of what he was doing.

"I need a date for a party, and there's no way I'm paying someone," he explained and rolled his eyes at what he was currently suggesting.