Blaine walked down the long, tope-neutral corridor with his usual trepidation. As he approached the designated door his stomach began its familiar dance of nauseated twisting and his hands began to shake. Still, he was grateful for this opportunity. It had been two days since hed last been able to eat and he refused to take anything from Santana until she healed enough to start working again.

Blaine just hoped this one wasnt as bad as his last call. He winced at the memory. The man had been middle aged and very obese; Blaine had been hard pressed not to gag from the smell of old sweat as hed sucked him off as quickly and efficiently as he could. Still, the job had earned him a desperately needed meal token.

Most hotels offered additional services to guests who desired more than TV porn during their stay. They could look through the menu of available slaves and, for a nominal fee, have whomever they wanted sent up with a phone call to the concierge desk.

After the slave finished the call, they were given a token they could trade to the kitchen for access to the leftover food brought down from room service. It was always a gamble what and how much would be available, but the service slaves had become adept at guessing which times yielded the greatest amount of leftovers. If no one called for the slave, they didnt eat until they earned a token. On a good day, service slaves may be called on multiple times and could stockpile their tokens for leaner times.

Typically, the women were more popular and tended to be called on much more frequently than their male counterparts. And given Blaines dubious history with women, he tended to get even fewer calls then the other men. Hed likely have taken sick from starvation and been replaced long ago if not for Santana. For some reason the queen bitch among the service-slaves had taking a liking to Blaine and shared her meal tokens with him during his dry spells. But Santanas last client had severely beaten her face and she was out of commission until it healed. She would need every token she had saved to hold her over.

Blaine squared his shoulders and knocked on the non-descript hotel door. He was determined to do whatever it took to satisfy this guest. If the guest called to compliment the service they received, the slave was given a bonus token and Blaine wanted badly to be able repay Santana.

"Come in," a light voice called, and Blaine realized the door had been propped so he could enter. The voice sounded young and Blaine desperately hoped for a younger adult this time. Most of his clients were on the wrong side of 40 and slightly scary. It was difficult to feign interest when you were cringing inside. At least he was usually required to give a blowjob or he was bent over some lateral surface so he didnt have to control his expression. He didnt know how the women managed.

Blaine entered the room cautiously and shut the door behind him.

"Just a sec, Ill be right there," the same light voice called from the open door of the bathroom area, accompanied by the sound of the closet door closing.

Blaine quickly knelt at the entryway in the position hed been trained to: head down, hands on his knees with his thighs slightly spread for a more attractive view. He wore the standard skin-tight black pants and matching sleeve-less tee the male service slaves were typically dressed in. The clothes were non descript, didnt stain, and were easy to yank off.

Blaine knew from multiple experiences that the stretchy tank top could be wrapped around his arms, binding them behind his back. Hed also learned that it was possible to tug free, but that led to an angry guest and a severe beating when he returned to the stable. It wasnt a mistake hed repeated, no matter what was done to him once he was bound.

Blaine brought his focus back to the present as the owner of the voice emerged.

"You called down for me, Sir?" Blaine asked politely, his voice smooth and silky from long practice.

"Yeah, I did. Youre Blaine, right?" the man asked. Blaine wanted to lift his head to look at the owner of the melodic voice, but kept his gaze at the mans feet.

"I am, Sir. How may I serve you?" Blaine asked, the line tripping easily from his lips after countless repetition.

"You can start by getting up. Eye contact would be appreciated as well."

Blaine rose smoothly to his feet, lifting his gaze to meet the guests.

"Of course, Sir. Its my plea..." The words died on Blaines lips as he laid eyes on the Guest for the first time. Hed hoped for a younger man, one who had bathed recently if he was particularly lucky. The very last thing he couldve anticipated was the angel in front of him. The Guest was indeed young, though his demeanor suggested he was older than his face appeared. He was slightly taller than Blaine, with a lean frame, narrow hips, porcelain-white skin that practically glowed, and the most amazing blue-grey eyes Blaine had ever seen. He stood tall and at ease with an amused smile while he waited for Blaine to finish speaking.

Blaine blushed and hastily dropped his gaze, realizing hed been staring. His knees started to buckle, automatically trying to kneel in submission to avoid pain. Blaine locked his legs, aborting the move as heÕd already been ordered to stand and he didnt want to screw up any more than he already had.

"Im so sorry, Sir," Blaine spoke hastily, knowing hed lost his seductive tone, but fear had robbed him of any hope for grace. "You, umm, arent like the normal guests who call for me and I was taken by surprise." He chanced a glance upward to gauge the Guests reaction.

"Hey, relax, okay? Im used to getting looks. Its fine. And Im certainly am not going to object to being stared at by such a beautiful man." The Guest grinned, blushing faintly.

Blaine settled down slightly, his body slowly coming down from self-preservation mode. The Guest didnt seem angry or intent on hurting him at the moment. Blaine lifted his head and met the Guests gaze again, standing quietly while he was given a thorough once-over.

"Youre perfect," the Guest announced, smiling warmly.  "Oh, by the way, Im Kurt Hummel."

Blaine relaxed further, relieved that this Guest was pleased with him. He couldnt help but wonder why Kurt would need to call for a service slave. As attractive as the man was, artfully dressed in expensive-looking clothes that molded perfectly to his lithe body, Kurt could have gone down to the hotel bar and been plagued by drink offers from any type of company he cared to accept. Blaine had serviced attractive people before. Sometimes it was simpler to just get what you want with a phone call rather than go through the dance required to meet the right kind of companion. Some people enjoyed the complete obedience using a slave guaranteed or the opportunity to pursue their darker kinks with someone who couldnt refuse them. But Blaine had never been called for by anyone who looked like Kurt.

His client was still staring at him, but his gaze seemed distant, like he was thinking of ten other things in his mind, and oddly, none of them appeared lust-driven.

"Um, Sir," Blaine began hesitantly. "How may I be of service to you?" Blaine didnt want to rush Kurt, but time spent in a clients room meant if someone decided to call for him he would be unavailable and the call would go to one of the others. Not that Blaine got more than one call a day, or even every other, especially since the warning had been attached to his profile.

"What?" Kurt asked, snapping out of his trance.  "Oh, I was staring. Im sorry. Please, have a seat on the bed and we can talk about what I called for you." Kurt sat and patted the spot next to him encouragingly.

Blaine sat next to Kurt, waiting cautiously for further orders. Kurt didnt seem to be one of the kinkers, but sometimes they surprised him.

"Anything I can do for you would be a pleasure," Blaine assured him, relieved to hear the smoothness returning to his tone. He made sure to put on a warm, open smile suggesting he was up for anything.

"Okay," Kurt began, "Heres the thing. Im a fashion designer. Ive come into town to do a show at the end of next month. This is one of my biggest shows and I typically come early to start finalizing work with my models."  He sighed.  

"I just found out this morning that Tobias, one of my male models, is suddenly regretfully unavailable and he returned my deposit on his contract and paid the cancellation fee. So he is completely out. Ive already got fabric bought for him, designs in progress, several working pieces, and his loss means a huge financial strain, not to mention a timing nightmare. A whole wardrobe set is now useless, buying all new fabric would be a major loss and I havent time to start new designs."

Kurt sighed, rubbing his temples briefly at the thought of how he was going to fix the mess. "I need to find a new model urgently. But thats a headache for tomorrow. Tonight, I need to work on outfit pairings and modify the styles I currently have."

Kurt took a breath and began speculatively eyeing Blaines body again.  "What I really need is someone to try on the different sets of clothes so I can start working on revamping my current design. Ive been looking them over and realized they need an overhaul anyway. Tobias mightve done me a huge favor. Not that I wont do everything I can to ruin him for breaking contract this late, of course," he added, a fierce glint in those stormy eyes.

"I called for you because you have very similar hair and skin coloring to Tobias. So, if youre up for it, I need you to try on clothes, let me sketch patterns, and try some different accessories and pairings."

Blaine blinked, "You want me to model clothes?" 

Kurt shrugged, "Yup. If you dont mind, that is. But I can get really focused and a little grouchy when Im in work mode, Ill warn you."

Blaine shrugged at that. Typically, he walked into a room and was ordered to strip and start sucking or bend over. Mood didnt really factor into his function.

"Id be glad to wear whatever you want me to, Sir" he assured Kurt.

Kurt flashed a brilliant smile at Blaine that left him breathless, before rolling across the bed to the hotel phone.  "Hello, Im in room 436 and I called for Blaine," he said into the phone. "No, theres no problem. Hes perfect, actually. Id like to keep him for the night. Yes, thats fine. Just put it on my bill."

Kurt hung up and looked over his shoulder at a stunned Blaine. He was spending the night? Blaine was never told to stay. And it was a major payday for a service slave to be kept for the whole night. It meant three tokens. Blaine could eat twice from this call alone and still have something to share with Santana.

"Thank you, Sir." He said, trying for a silky tone that just came out shaky. "Im honored that I can please."  Blaine stuck with rote phrases while he attempted to regain his composure.

Kurt sighed at him, frowning.  "If were going to do this, would you mind calling me Kurt? Thats my name, after all, and were going to be spending a long night in each others company."

Blaine swallowed. Weirdest. Night. Ever. "Of course, Si.. Kurt. Whatever youd like."

Kurt nodded and pulled out his cell.  "Now, I dont know about you, but Im starving. Have you eaten yet?"

"Um, no," Blaine answered hesitantly. It had been a few days since hed last had access to food, though he wasnt sure if he should tell Kurt that.

"Fantastic. I hate eating alone. Pizza or Chinese?"  Blaine didnt answer, staring at Kurt in confusion.

"Im sorry?Ó" 

"Dinner, Blaine." Kurt answered patiently. "Do you want pizza or Chinese? Pizza is easier but Im not getting any of my clothes anywhere near it. Wed have to eat then put it far, far away from my fabric." 

"Ill eat anything youÕre generous enough to give me," Blaine answered after another speechless moment. He wondered if he was being tricked. There was no way Blaine was getting an overnight call AND being fed. "I like pizza." Not that he really remembered it. He generally ate left over bites mixed together with other food from random plates and coated in various sauces or condiments.

"Pizza it is, then," Kurt agreed.  "Any chance of an actual answer from you if I ask what youd like on it or should I guess?" 

"I dontt remember," Blaine answered honestly. "Umm, maybe pepperoni? Maybe it was bacon." Really, who didnt love bacon? He remembered that clearly.

"Okay, then. Ill order." Kurt, glanced away for a second, then looked back at him with a slightly sheepish expression.  "While were waiting, I was wondering if youd do me a favor?"

"Of course," Blaine hastily agreed, his stomach sinking a little.  Here it comes, he thought, the catch. There was always a catch.

"Could you maybe, takeashower?" Kurt spoke hurriedly.  "I mean, Im not implying that you arent capable of basic hygiene, but you mightve been in a hurry or maybe not have access to anything more than bar soap, and the products I have are high quality and I really need to treat these clothes with kid gloves."

Blaine hastily stood up, relieved to be given such a simple order.  "Its not a problem, I promise. Ill go do a really thorough wash and be right back. You want me to use the soap and shampoo you have in there, right?"

Kurt nodded, relieved that he hadnt offended the attractive slave. It was going to be a horribly long night if he made things awkward this early on. "Yes, please. Dont rush, its not like the hotel is going to run out of hot water. Ill start organizing some outfits and wait for the pizza."

Blaine nodded, heading toward the bathroom to shower. Truth to tell he was more than a little excited to obey this order. The communal showers in the back area of the hotel where the slaves were housed only had cold water pipes and he was excited at the prospect of such a treat. Something occurred to him and he stopped at the door, turning back to face the room.

"Kurt?" He asked carefully.

"Yep?" Kurt answered without turning from the clothing box he was perusing.

"Should I, um..." am I to wait in the shower for you?" 

Kurt looked up and Blaine clearly saw when he realized what was being asked. Kurts eyes darkened and he swallowed. Blaine already knew that Kurt considered him attractive and he fully expected that at some point during the evening Kurt would have him, at least once.

For the umpteenth time since hed arrived in the room, Kurt surprised him.  "No. Thank you, Blaine, I know thats what you expect and what youre used to but Im not going to do that," he told the slave firmly.  "Im sure my attraction to you is transparent, and you truly are stunning but any romantic interests of mine have to start with the potential partner actually wanting to have sex with me."

Blaine blanched. "Im sorry. Did I do something wrong? If you want me wanting you I can do that. I promise I can." Blaine was getting scared again. If Kurt wasnt pleased with him hed get another beating and he had enough punishments listed on his card as it was. Any more and he may find himself sold. As bad as being a hotel service slave was, it could always be worse, Blaine knew.

"What, No! No, you did nothing wrong," Kurt hastened to reassure.  "Youve been nothing but agreeable since you arrived. I simply feel strongly about consensual sex. Using a slave who cant say no is just a socially acceptable form of rape. So, please understand that while I find you charming and extremely desirable, I wont be doing anything of a sexual nature with you."

Blaines eyes had widened during Kurts brief tirade. He held the bathroom door in a white-knuckled grip before bowing his head to Kurt.  "Alright. Ill, just, yeah Ill just go shower."  He beat a hasty retreat into the bathroom, making sure the door was slightly ajar in case Kurt changed his mind.

He stripped off his uniform and quickly buried himself under the gloriously hot water. Blaine certainly agreed with Kurts opinion, and he despised being a rutting-bitch for any guy with $50 extra bucks to spare, but he didnt really believe Kurts altruism would last. Blaine existed to be fucked and that was the end of it. When his body was no longer desirable hed either be euthanized outright or sold to a bulk slaver for the oil pipeline or coal-mine duty. Jobs where the useless slaves were sent. If they survived the horrifying journey, their life expectancy would be measured in weeks.

Keeping half an ear open for sounds that Kurt was coming, Blaine abandoned thought and lost himself to the bliss of hot water and sweet-smelling, exfoliating facial scrub.

Outside the bathroom, Kurt tried not to think about the gorgeous man in the shower and focused instead on finding clothing pairings that would accent the lovely tan skin and dark hair of his temporary model. Hed have to look hard to find someone with a similar complexion for the show. It was sheer luck that the hotel had someone on hand with a similar skin tone as it was. But there was time for that later. First, he needed to revamp his staid outfits. Hiring Tobias had been a mistake. Kurt designed clothes for the person whod be wearing them. His two full time models were both high school friends and he found great satisfaction in designing amazing outfits for them. He never really liked Tobias and it showed in his work.

A knock on the door signaled the arrival of dinner. Kurt carefully set the clothes at the far end of the room, well away from the greasy boxes. He then pulled his robe and a clean pair of boxer briefs from out of his luggage.

"Blaine," Kurt called, knocking on the bathroom door as he pushed it open.  "Im leaving out some underwear and a robe for you. Also, the pizza is here." He avoided looking in the direction of the foggy glass doors and quickly ducked back out of the bathroom.

Blaine stepped out just a few minutes later, smelling heavily of Kurts preferred scents. It proved to be a huge turn-on and Kurt had to stop himself from stepping close and smelling Blaine as they ate. Hed ordered meat lovers for the slave, who appeared both shocked and scarily grateful to be given his own pizza. It made Kurt sad that something as simple as a pizza had such a major effect on him.

Despite the earlier awkwardness, the two quickly settled into a comfortable routine. The greasy pizza boxes were banned to the opposite side of the room while Blaine tried on outfit after outfit for Kurt. He patiently stood still while Kurt paced around him, adding pieces here and there or making notes in his sketchbook. Kurt had turned on his IPod earlier and Blaine didnt realize hed been singing along with the show tunes. He blushed and tried to apologize for being noisy when Kurt complimented him on his voice, but Kurt wasnt having any, declaring it adorable and launched a discussion on various musicals as he measured and rearranged tops and bottoms for Blaine to try next.

Before they knew it, evening had given way to early morning and Kurt was stunned to realize it was almost 3 am. Blaine was tired but game to continue as long as Kurt wanted. This was the best night hed had as long as the hotel had owned him and he was in no hurry for it to end. Kurt rubbed bleary eyes and called it a night, asking Blaine if he minded sharing the bed. Blaine quickly agreed. He expected Kurt would come to his senses and want sex once they were under the covers, and he was oddly at peace with the idea.

Kurt had been nothing but sweet and respectful the whole evening, treatment Blaine had never expected or experienced in years. The fact that Kurt was the most gorgeous man Blaine had ever laid eyes on didnt hurt. Blaine didnt know what it was like to actually desire sex with someone. His virginity had gone to a cold hotel manager breaking him in. He thought that, maybe, this was close though. Blaine wanted to please Kurt, to show his appreciation for the other mans many kindnesses. The idea that Kurt would put his hands on Blaines body, tell him to do things in that sweet, angelic voice sounded... okay to Blaine. It didnt make him nervous or nauseous for a change.

Blaine was already under the covers when Kurt came back from brushing his teeth. He was wearing silk pajamas that covered him from neck to ankle. Kurt turned off the light and slid into bed next to Blaine, murmuring a sleepy "Good Night," and was out in minutes.

Blaine stared into the darkness for some time, trying to process what had just happened. He glanced over at the peaceful face sleeping on the pillow next to him. Kurt hadnt touched him, just as hed promised he wouldnt. Blaine rolled over so he could stare at the man next to him, trying desperately to memorize every part of this night. Hed felt like an actual person, like he was valued for more than his ability to deep throat and tight asshole. He fell asleep that way, tucked up next to the most amazing man hed ever met.

Kurt woke too damn early when his alarm went off. Cursing, he hit snooze on his phone and rolled back over. When he next woke, beautiful tawny eyes gazed at him.
"Hey, you," Blaine murmured bashfully.
"Hey, yourself," Kurt replied, smiling. Just then his phone erupted as text after text chimed in.

"Ugg," he groaned, sitting up. "It starts." Blaine rose as well and quickly went to the bathroom to change back into his uniform. When he emerged, Kurt was sorting clothes and loading things into the large clothing boxes hed pulled from the corner.

"Do you need help?" Blaine asked.  "I have to get back soon or Ill be punished, but I can stay a little while."

"No, dont get into trouble on my account," Kurt refused hastily. He stopped packing to see Blaine out.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked carefully.  "Are you, well not happy obviously, but are you okay with...what you do?" 

Blaine closed his eyes a moment.  "Kurt, last night was the best night Ive ever had. Its probably the only good memory Ill ever have. So, thank you for that. Thats why last night was so special. It reminded me that there are actually good people in the world. No, Im not okay with this. Not even close. But it can always be worse."  Blaine managed to dredge up an honest smile for the beautiful man in front him.

"I wish you a great life, Kurt. I know youll be an amazing success." Before he could overthink it, Blaine pressed a quick kiss to Kurts cheek and ducked away down the hall back to the stable. He had tokens to collect.

Kurt watched the retreating figure for a moment before turning back into the room. He absently resumed packing his things, thinking furiously. Hed always despised slavery. Even as a child he could never understand what made one human a person while someone else was not. Blaine deserved so much better. He was amazing. Sweet, patient, stunning voice, gorgeous, seriously gorgeous, like model quality...Kurt froze. Well, that was a thing.