Blaine Anderson had a good life. A great one actually. He graduated high school, Valedictorian, top of his class. Dalton had treated him well, and he was talented and smart enough to get into any college he chose and God knows hes wealthy enough, but college wasnt his song. He didnt need to take classes on something his heart majored in ages ago. He went straight to New York, his parents buying most of his things, even now that he has a stable job and brings him enough to pay the bills, but still gets monthly checks from his parents. When he first got here, he went looking for a life on the stage instantly. He eventually landed the role of Marius in Les Miserable, but soon after, he saw him: Landon. He was playing John Valjean, and he without a doubt was the most amazing actor hes ever met. He was good looking, charming, surprising in the most amazing ways, and everything else Blaines always been looking for. But all Blaines really wanted was a long commitment, a man he could settle down with and build a life with. And Blaine always wanted to be the one he wakes up at 4:00 AM saying he cant sleep. When he found out Landon was looking for the same exact thing, it wasnt long until they started dating. Being in the relationship, trying to find new friends, and trying to set his teeth into the Big Apple all at once seemed impossible to Blaine, so he gave up the role of Marius. Broadway would always be there, but friends and Landon might not. He always seemed to find new reasons to not go back though. He was working at a telemarketing office, but at least he had Landon. Theyve been dating for a long 3 years... That was until tonight...

"No, you cant do this to me!"

"Blaine, Im sorry but I dont want to be with you. Your not my soulmate and you cant dare be mad at me for saying that. You and me got in this relationship because were both looking for the one. That doesnt mean were actually each others soulmates"

"But I love you Landon. I love you. And you love me. Please dont do this to me."

By now the whole restaurant was looking at them. It was Blaines idea  to go out to eat, little did he know he would have a bomb dropped on him before their pasta was even Al Dente. "Blaine keep your voice down."

"No I wont keep my voice down, Landon" giving emphasis on his name like it hurt. Because it did. 

 "You love me. And now your ending it. Weve been dating for 3 years now-" Blaines eyes were watering. 

"3 years wasted."

Blaine was silent. Looking frantically into his eyes, that had given a new look now. They looked cold, and terrible, nothing like the eyes Blaine fell in love with. "So you never loved me..." Blaine said with a soft voice. "Blaine Im sorry I didnt mean it..."

"And for what cost Landon? Because see, you get nothing out of this. I get heartbroken and you get nothing. You led me on. And that... Thats so mean." He said softly.  Tears finally releasing from his eyes.  "I have to go." Landon said as he left some cash in the table, probably not enough but Blaine would cover it. Blaine couldnt even get mad. He was too heartbroken to feel any other emotion. He stared at the table. A waitress walked by, "Excuse me, Miss. Can I get some wine?" 

"What kind?"

"Red."

She nodded and went into the kitchen. By the time the 3rd bottle of Pinot Noir was empty Blaine was ruined. The most vulnerable hes ever been in all 25 years of his life. He left several bills on the table, probably more than he was aware and walked out the door. New York was a lot brighter when your drunk and also a lot more confusing. He was stumbling forward, trying to get to his house. The restaurant wasnt very far from his apartment, but you did have to go through a very colorful part of town to get there, and considering he was drunk, he wasnt exactly Dora The Explorer with his navigational system, and got quite lost for a while but was back in track in no time. He started feeling nauseous after about 20 minutes of walking he tripped into an alley between two buildings, and started throwing up on the ground for a good while on all fours facing the wall of the building on the right. He heard someone behind him, but he was a little too busy hurling his insides out to really notice. He turned around and saw easily the most diverse person hes seen in New York in a while, which is saying a lot since you see people biting other peoples toes off in some parts of town. Blaine looked the man behind him. He obviously was a prostitute, stated by his clothing. He was wearing a black mesh tank top showing his pale toned chest, and black shorts that were ripped up at the hem in a flattering way and showed off his tall legs. He has black military boots and classic guy liner to finish the look. He was staring at Blaine, with the most judgmental eyes and his arms crossed. He was holding something in his hand but he couldnt see what it was. Blaine wiped the edge of his mouth and sat on his knees, facing the man. Blaine gave a cheeky smile. He handed him what was in his hand with an eye roll. It was a paper cup, with what smelled like ginger ale. Your taught in like the second grade to never accept anything from a stranger, and God knows what a gay male prostitute in New York, who only wants to seduce you then take your money would give you. Not even when he was drunk. Blaine looked at the cup then looked up at the man. "Um... No... No thank you." Blaine said as politely as he could. The man scoffed. "Its just Canada Dry, Im not trying to drug you. Im way too good for that." Blaine was silent. "Ugh" he took a long sip. "See? Its fine. Now drink it before you throw up on my work clothes." Blaine was hesitant at first, but then took a gulp. It was indeed Canada Dry. "Kurt. By the way, my names Kurt." Blaine responded. "Blaine." Blaine was feeling better, god knows not sober, but better. He left the cup on the ground, but got up. He was still stumbling. He nodded at Kurt. He could make out more of his facial features now. He had brown hair, up and styled perfectly. His eyes appeared brown in the dark, but they were actually the lightest mixture of green and blue, something that went against everything else about him. He was lethally handsome. Okay handsome isnt the word. Hes the sexiest man, Blaine couldve met. Well except for Landon...

Just the thought of Landon broke Blaines heart all over again. Blaines eyes took a sadness and Kurt saw it, but it was so obviously pained no one would be able to ignore it. Blaine stepped out of the alley, but Kurt called out. "Hey." Blaine turned around, small tears welling in his eyes. "I couldnt help but notice a pretty boy like you is all alone... Why is that?" He said stepping closer to Blaine, forcing him to back away. "N-nothing." A tear escaped his eye. "Did he just break up with you." Kurt said his eyes checking out Blaines every feature. "How- how did you know Im gay?" Blaine said softly, Kurt kept on getting closer pushing him near he edge if the sidewalk but soon they were both leaning over the newsstand, bodies lethally tight.  Kurts hands were wandering, touching his sides and arms. He stopped. "Because no self respecting straight man wears a bow tie with a polo and khakis on a regular night. And you know... The dress shoes no socks" Kurt said, holding the bow tie inbetween his fingers. He carefully untied he bow tie, sure to not wrinkle it, and then he pulled Blaine even closer by the flaps. He whispered in his ear "I can make it all better again." He lifted his head back a little but then planted his lips on his neck. He started planting soft kisses on a piece of skin under his ear, causing Blaine to lose his breathe. He started dragging his lips and sucking on random places, causing Blaine to moan a little. Blaine started shaking slightly and had to move his hand where Kurts lips were so he would get off. Kurt raised an eyebrow. "All it takes is money in your hand." Kurt said quoting Les Miserable, making Blaine even more vulnerable than being as drunk as he is and broken up with less than 2 hours ago, reminding him that the reason he quit the show was because Landon needed attention too. Blaine looked at him. He was drunk and lonely and stupid. But this is so demeaning. So pathetic. But so is Blaine. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He didnt really know what the rate was for male prostitutes was but since Blaine is quite the looker he only gave him a $50. His hand was already extended waiting for the bill and once it was in his palm he tightened his fist. "Lead the way."

They got lost twice and Blaine knew Kurt was angry about this since he rolled his eyes more than enough to convey the message. Blaine was sobering up a little and threw up on the sidewalk again but it wasnt as bad, and at least another prostitute didnt try giving him ginger ale, but as his mind cleansed up, he realized how terrible this is. 

Hes literally buying a good time. An innocent man, who was once just a little boy and wanted to be a firefighter and never imagined selling himself like a second hand Barry Manilow CD. But how do you reject a gigolo after youve already given him money? I mean do you just let him keep the money, like he already doesnt feel bad enough, and wouldnt want any charity. So Blaine just decided to go through with it. I mean, beer goggles off, he looked even more attractive. His jaw structure looked sharper and his eyes looked deeper. And his body breaks the scale even more than before. After a while they finally found Blaines apartment, and they made their way up the stairs. After opening the apartment door, Blaine stood to the side so Kurt could see his apartment. Kurt nodded, "Nice place. So should we just start,or..."

"No, yeah yeah. Ive just never had one of you -Im sorry thats so rude Ive just never actually-"

"Its okay, Im pretty aware of the fact that Im a prostitute." Kurt smiled. 

"Uh, the bedrooms that way" he said pointing toward a room down the hall. Kurt nodded and started making his way towards the bedroom. Blaine got a bottle of water from his fridge and took a long sip. He sighed and made his way toward the bedroom. He was about to walk in when he stopped. Kurt had taken off his shoes already and was just sitting on the edge of Blaines bed, his head in his hands. He sniffed and sat up. Blaine walked away from the door frame. Was he crying? Is being a prostitute terrible to him too? Well obviously. Maybe Blaine shouldnt do this. Blaine didnt even know. So Kurt wouldnt get the idea he was spying he stood and counted to 3 and then walked into the room. Kurt was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the air in front of him. "You know you should really try breathing from your nose when you spy on people." Kurt said looking blankly forward. Blaine started babbling, "I wasnt spying-Im just-you know its- its just-"

Kurt put his hand in the air to signal him to stop talking. "Its fine. Lets just get started." He said slowly getting up. He pulled his shirt off and then started unbuttoning his shorts when he looked at Blaine. "Well?" He said. "Oh yeah. " Blaine said and started undressing. When he looked up Kurt was in his boxer briefs. Kurt was looking at Blaine too. Blaine smiled sweetly. Kurt responded with a half sided smirk. Kurt walked toward him and planted his lips against his. Blaine was about to kiss him back when he broke off and said "I dont do kissing. I just broke up with my boyfriend so... Im not really in the mood for kissing." Kurt looked at him. "Fuck you arent" and Blaine smiled. He locked his lips against his again, pushing Blaines head back and then putting his arms around his neck. Blaine put his hands around Kurts waist and started pushing their bodies toward the bed until Kurt fell onto his back. His lips still fully pressed against Kurts, they shimmied up until both of their heads were on the pillows. Turning and rolling, switching to see who would top. After Kurt was on top, straddling Blaine, he broke the kiss and sat up, he rolled his briefs off and then took off Blaines boxers for him. Blaine stared at the beautiful cock right in front of him. The same cock thats been in so many strangers, people whos name Kurt never even bothered to learn. And then Blaine started thinking about the fact that he probably already forgot his name. Look, Blaine being the pocket sized drama queen that he is, I could probably make 4 good paragraphs about Blaine thinking about it, but as a narrator I truly dont think youd appreciate that, so lets just get on with the story line because things are heating up. Kurt leaned down and started kissing Blaine again. His lips moving down again, he whispered into Blaines ear "Turn around". Kurt got off of Blaines legs, and Blaine did as he was told, and once he was on his stomach, Kurt straddled Blaine again. "Im going to stretch you out now, okay? How do you usually do it?" Kurt asked. "Go as far as you like." Blaine responded. God this was terrible. Blaine regretted this even more by the time Kurt had one finger in Blaines entrance. He was going in and out leaving Blaine breathless. He put in another finger and started going a little faster. 

"M-more. Please" 

Kurt added a 3rd finger and started scissoring his fingers, moving his fingers around searching for his prostate. Once he found it, he  Kurt smirked when the first moaned escaped Blaine perfect lips. He was adding in a 4th finger and by now he was scissoring his fingers. But GOD the noises, Blaine would make. Kurt listened to then like they were music. If this was a song (Which it easily could be) it would be one of the few songs you actually bought with iTunes money. "Im ready." Blaine said, almost done from the fingering. Kurt nodded."Condoms?" Leaning down and kissing his neck and sucking leaving impressive bruises on his neck. Blaines mind was preoccupied by the hot tongue on his neck for a second but finally pulled himself to answer, "In the nightstand." Kurt let go of Blaines neck with a loud smack, and reached into the night stand and took out one condom. He ripped the wrapper, and slid on the condom. He positioned himself at Blaines entrance. Blaine had no idea how male prostitutes are like during sex. Like if theyre gentle or if they just stick it in and leave. He rubbed Blaines upper back gently and then drove his cock deep into Blaines entrance, causing Blaine to yell out a mixture of pain and pure pleasure. Kurt stayed that way for a while, and then started moving. Back and forth, back and forth and Blaine felt a warm feeling swirling in his stomach, he started moaning into the pillow. Kurt was rubbing Blaines shoulders to keep him balanced as bounced into Blaine. He leaned forward and started kissing Blaines neck and cheek, moaning into Blaines skin as Blaine tightened around his cock. Blaine was close. Lethally close. It was building up inside his stomach, he could feel it in his toes and ears, a need to finish and a want of him. Kurt moaned loudly as he sucked under Blaines ear. "Oh God baby Im close" Kurt said into his ear. Blaine shuddered. How could words be so fake be so sweet? Was everything Landon fake? The last real thing he said to him was "I dont love you anymore, Blaine" Blaines heart broke again and he couldve broke down crying if someone wasnt balls deep inside of him and that someone wasnt absolutely gorgeous. Then again he was being paid to love him. Blaines melancholy thoughts were interrupted by an orgasm topping anything hes ever felt. He moaned like a maniac, practically yelling. Kurt was close after Blaine giving loud moans that made Blaine shiver. He fell onto Blaines back, both breathing deeply. He collapsed next to him. He laid there for a while and then sat up. "Well thank you for your time." He took of the soiled condom and got up. He put on his underwear and started looking for the rest of his clothes. Blaine sat up. "Hey, uh, Kurt. You can stay the night... If you like" the second those words left his mouth he regretted it. Hes literally letting in a street worker into his house. Just because hes sad and lonely. God Blaines an idiot. Its not like he even knows this man, and even if he did its not like hes looking for a boyfriend. "Thanks but Im not into cuddling." Blaine started blushing. He started rambling "No, I didnt- its just- I meant- its not like I would- what I meant was you could sleep here.  I mean, Id assume its nicer here than whatever whore house you sleep at..." Blaine stopped himself from saying more. He looked at Kurt, who was staring at the floor. "Im so sorry. I didnt mean-"

"No, no, its fine. I mean its true. And its going to be a lot nicer to sleep here in a bed than a cum soiled mattress with like 4 other prostitutes. So, uh... Id like to take that offer." 

A small smile played Blaines lips as he looked at Kurt. He started walking toward the other side of the bed and Blaine watched his every step. Kurt got under the sheets against and sat up next to Blaine. They were silent for a while until Kurt broke it. 

"We should probably change the sheets-"

"Yeah we should.

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