“Blaine!”
“Kurt!”

Then silence as their eyes grew wide and they looked each other over.  Blaine was nearly naked save for a pair of black leather, short shorts held up with a pair of black suspenders and nothing else but a pair of black shoes.  Kurt on the other hand had worn his very best pieces that evening - tan slacks over his favourite boots, a white button up, and a grey suit jacket - all wonderfully accented by a simple purple skinny tie.  He quickly felt overdressed.

“You're alive.”
“You're free.”

Those next spoken words also came at the same time, followed by a brief moment of silence before the boys leap into each other's arms and began madly babbling to one another.

“I didn't know what happened to you.  I just woke up in a hospital and when I got back to the warehouse they told me you had been taken away by officers and I thought you had been demoted for getting me help…”
“I worried about you for so long.  I wasn't sure if you were okay after they took me away and they don't let you back in once you're out to check…”

“Oh god…. oh….”  Blaine smiled softly and stepped back to look once more over Kurt.  “You're free though… you were freed then?”

Kurt smiled back and nodded, “Yeah… two years now… and ah… you're…”  He choked.  He didn't want to assume it, even though it was painfully obvious.

“Fast-tracking… yeah.”  Blaine said quietly, clearly ashamed by his own admission.  “So… uh… you wanted a lap dance… ‘cause I can find someone else who -”

“No!”  Kurt yelled and reached to grab Blaine's wrist as the curly haired boy tried to turn to the door.  “No Blaine….  My friend… she tricked me into this room.  I swear.  I had no idea…”  He stopped, caught his breath, and offered Blaine the best grin he could muster.  “... Can we just… catch up?  Is that okay?  Would you get in trouble for that?”

Blaine reflected the grin and shook his head, “No.  No camera's in here.  Just a half hour timer…”  He shook his head, looking Kurt up and down one more time, “Wow.. you're here… free.. I can't believe it…”

Kurt looked around.  There was only one chair, and he sure as heck wasn't going to assume to sit in it.  He sat on the floor then, patting the space aside him for Blaine who quickly sat himself down and then grimaced.  “God… just a second… this is awkward….”

Blaine reached into his small, too-tight pants that seemed to be overly revealing of his attributes, and Kurt blushed, averting his eyes before Blaine chuckled, “No… not… ergh… here…”

Kurt looked back as Blaine fished out what was causing the insane bump in his shorts - a sock, from which he shook out an unripe banana.  Kurt looked at it with wide up, then back up at Blaine's face, and both of them burst out in laughter that had them in tears before long.

“A socked banana?  Really?”  Kurt finally managed to choke out, wiping the tears away from the corners of his eyes.

“Oh yeah… the other guy told me… it's ridiculous I know…. but it makes a guy look hard without looking too fake…”  Blaine let the last of his laughs wheeze out as he rested his head back against the wall.  “The old ladies and guys who usually ask young guys for dances though… they like to think though that they arouse us… so…”

“You put a banana in a sock and shove it into your pants.  Got it.”

They laughed again, until Kurt's stomach felt like pins were going through it from the cramping of the effort and he reached over to pat Blaine on the shoulder, “Why?”

“Why'd I fast-track?”

“Yeah.”

Blaine squirmed beside Kurt a little and turned his body towards him, “After I got back to the warehouse.. I was just… I was lonely without you there and I knew I couldn't wait until I was nineteen to figure out what had happened… so I decided to fast-track.  I asked about the medical or drug testing first… but the guy who interviewed me said that I met the profile for sex trade and that guys were rarely accepted into that field so I should consider it…”

Kurt swallowed stiffly then, “Do you.. do you have to…?”

Blaine shook his head, “No… actually.. this isn't so bad.  I just dance and there's that policy…”  He pointed up to a sign on the wall that Kurt actually hadn't noticed until now that read ‘Look but don't touch', “... the bosses here stick to that policy pretty strong.  If anyone gets grabby we just let them know and the bosses don't let that person in again.”

“And has anyone gotten grabby with you…?”

Blaine sighed, “Kurt… can we… we only have so long on a token.  Tell me about your life.”

Kurt winced a little.  Blaine could only be redirecting him because he didn't want to discuss the nasty details of what he did, but Kurt acquiesced, telling Blaine all about school, his scholarship, work, his dad, and reuniting with Santana.

“She a darker girl?  Long dark hair?  Sassy?”  Blaine asked, left brow perking up.

Kurt nodded, “Yeah.  I get the feeling she's been here before….”

Blaine chuckled, “Yeah.  You could say that.  She's a regular of Brittany's.”

“She another dancer?”

Blaine nodded, “Yeah.  Nice girl.  Friend of mine.”

“I'm glad you have someone to be your friend here…” Kurt trailed off, not quite sure where he was going with that particular thought as he looked at those amber eyes, recalling how throughout the years he had always managed to get lost in them and still couldn't figure out how to find his way out of them.”

“I missed you.”  Blaine uttered quietly, eyes falling from meeting Kurt's eyes and looking towards his lips.

“Before… before I was freed… you said some stuff.” Kurt stuttered, watching how Blaine's eyes went from amber to black.

“I remember.  I thought I was dying… I wanted to say everything I needed to in case I did.”

“Oh.”

Kurt watched as Blaine's lips moved to his own and with a small, last minute intake of breath, Kurt met him for the last centimeter of space left between them.  This was nothing like Karofsky.  This was sweetness, and pureness, and absolute perfection.  When their lips fell apart, their eyes reconnected and despite what he wore or what he we doing now to work, Blaine blushed right through his olive skin and let his eyes dart bashfully to the side, “I ah… “

“Yeah.”  Kurt agreed, though to what he was agreeing to more than just Blaine's post-kiss lack of words was indiscernible.  “Please tell me you don't have long left in service…”

“A couple more months maybe?”  Blaine murmured before surging forward again, recapturing Kurt's lips and letting the room be filled by the sounds of occasional smacking as they found several new angles to connect their lips to as they spent a few minutes making out in the small, uniquely scented room.

“And then…?”  Kurt asked, gasping for air.

“Then I think my older brother will end up with custody of me…”  Blaine muttered, pulling his head back and reaching over to trace Kurt's jaw line gently.  “... Cooper.  Unless something's happened to him or things have changed… I wish I knew…”

Kurt leaned into Blaine's touch.  Why had touching never felt this good before?  “You have to… you have to look me up when you're out…”

“That was always my plan.”

“Really?  Even now?”

“Especially now.”

 A buzzer went off above their heads and Blaine groaned, leaning his head against Kurt's, “I will find you.”

Kurt frowned at the noise above, wishing it would just shut off or die or something.  “You'd better.  Kurt Hummel… I'll be at Kent State in the fall and I'm living here in Lima right now.  You can remember all that?”

Blaine nodded against him, the curls bouncing as his head moved, “Yeah.”

There was a knock on the door and Blaine jumped to his feet.  “Just finishing up!”

“Don't forget your… ah… banana in a sock.”  Kurt chuckled, pointing to the discarded item on the floor.

Blaine grabbed it hastily and once again blushed.  “God… I'm never going to live this down.”

“Never.”

There was one last kiss, much too short for Kurt's liking, and then they both exited, facing the stern look of the matron who pointed Blaine one way and Kurt the other.

“So princess, everything you thought it would be?” Santana asked as she met him outside the door.

“And more.” He admitted, noting that his friend was looking just as disheveled as he felt.

“Well happy fucking birthday… or whatever it is that we came here for.”  She hiccuped and led him out where she waved at one of the waiting taxis.

Kurt looked back though, looking at that neon lit demon woman and grinning.  Maybe it was the alcohol surging through him still, or the adrenaline, or the throbbing ache in the front of his pants, but tonight, he decided, was the best night ever.