WITD CHP 5:

Kurt rubbed his back as he walked home. He hated being bottom. I mean, as if being a gigolo wasnt demeaning enough. He hated feeling some old man cock deep into him. And sometimes, if he hadnt eaten enough that week, he could press into his stomach and feel whoever was inside him. 

He walked deep into town. People whistled and shouted at him, but he was off duty and just wanted to go home. He was in the ghetto of New York, not too deep into it though, he had enough standards to stay on the outskirts of Buishwhick. He was facing a tall run down building, trannys and queens stood out front, along with other prostitutes and gigolos. He walked inside the dirty building, and automatically the scent of cigarettes and coconut body mist hit him. He was used to the scent by now, he actually 

kinda liked it at this point. At least he knew it was home. 

In case you dont know what a whore house is like, its practically a big room with a bunch of mattresses and blankets scattered on the floor. The man who ran it was nice. He would pay for things that were urgent like medical bills. And sometimes your phone bill. But he only did it if you gave him a little something on the side. It worked like this: I pay for the medicine to keep your heart from stopping, and you sleep with me. Kurt was the exception in a way: Kurt gets the flu and needs medicine, in return the foreman gets to blow him. Kurt never understood how the foreman could benefit from that, like wouldnt he much rather be blown as oppose to blowing?

Kurt didnt question him though. He just needed the money fast. He was saving up to rent a place and medical and phone bills cause huge dents in his wallet. But buying a place was going to be tough, since the second he leaves this place, he doesnt just walk out, he falls straight on his ass. He leaves the benefits, the medical and phone bills being paid for him, and has to pay for everything all at once. And sometimes, if the foreman felt extra generous, he was lent enough money to go see a real Broadway show. The last time he could go, he saw Chicago, and loved every second of it. Kurt always wanted to be on Broadway, ever since he was a kid. He never dreamed in a million years he would be doing that he is but... Once he graduated and came to New York... Things changed. 

Kurt walked over to his assigned mattress, and another prostitute was already sleeping on his bed, laying on her side and softly snoring. It was well into 4 AM, and the sun was starting to rise, but most gigolos dont get home until late. Majority of the other prostitutes were awake, getting ready to take the morning shift, putting on shared, and almost empty make-up and changing into different clothes.  He looked at the woman sleeping. They were friends. Mostly everyone here were friends. Kurt took off his shoes, and laid down on the bed. His weight shifted the bed, and the lady woke up. Her eyes fluttered. "Good morning Caroline." Kurt said gently. She turned around, revealing her 7 month pregnant stomach.

"Good morning sunshine. How much did you make?" She asked starting to sit up, an amount of sleep still inside her. "$200. I managed to snag an extra hundred from the guy." He said sitting up and pulling the money out of his pants. He handed her a $100 bill. "For you."

She looked down at the money and shook her head. She handed it back to him. "No Kurt. Its your money. You slept with the man, you keep the prize. I could never take money from you." Caroline was nice. She was only 23, a good 3 years younger than Kurt. "No Caroline. Please... keep it. I was probably going to only get $100 anyway. Just... Please." Kurt said, placing the money in her hand. She smiled. Kurt laid back down, along with Caroline and they nestled up together, trying to generate more heat in the cold building and without a blanket. After some time, Kurts eyelids started feeling heavier, and he almost drifted to sleep. But someone shook his arm and forced him to wake up. He opened his eyes and saw Jenny, another prostitute, smiling. "Sorry Kurt, but can you help me with my make up?" She asked, careful to not wake up Caroline who was already snoring again. Kurt smiled. "Of course." He sat up in his bed and threw his legs off the mattress. Jenny was kneeling in front of him, make up in her hand. She was wearing what most of the prostitutes wore: minidresses with pantyhose. She had some of the better make -up they could afford here and handed it to Kurt. Kurt put his legs on either side of her, and she scooted in a little so Kurt could apply the make up. "So, why the fancy make up?" Kurt asked, applying primer to her eyes. "Im going back to school, and it wont be cheap. I need to make as much as I can. You know how brutal high schoolers can be." Jenna said. She was only 16 when she started prostituting. Her family threw her out and she went through foster homes like water. She eventually started selling herself until she could afford the things of her choice. Soon it was all she did, and soon her foster parents threw her out as well. And now shes here. 

"Well if your going back to high school your going to need all the help you can get." Kurt reached into his pocket. "Here." He handed Jenny the other $100 bill he made. She smiled. "Thanks Kurt. Hey can we go shopping later? I know you have the ability to make Goodwill clothes look at fashion forward as possible." Jenny asked as Kurt started adding eyeshadow to her tan skin. "Yeah of course." Kurt kept working on her make up until she looked just like any other girl, one who still had their pride would look. She left off to sell her innocence to strangers, and Kurt tried to go back to sleep.  

He laid in his bed for a long time. More people started coming back from work, and others leaving but Kurt find it impossible to sleep. There was one stupid thing on his mind:

Blaine. 

Yes, believe it or not, Kurt cared about Blaine, and even though the writer is too stubborn to tell you yet, but Kurt really does like him. Not enough to raise a child, and God knows not enough to date him, but enough to worry about him. After Kurt told him it was best if they didnt see or talk to each other again, Blaine actually listened this time. They havent seen each other in a week, and Kurt didnt really know how to feel. Oh wait never mind:

He felt terrible. 

They left on bad terms, just like everything else in Kurts life. His friendship with his best friend Rachel, the second they got to New York and she hit major success and Kurt was still nameless except for the role as Peter in a assisted living production of Peter Pan. Like most of the friendships he made in high school, they werent real enough to last. And then theres his family... But thats another story. 

Blaine actually cared about Kurt, something he hasnt felt in 6 years, and he didnt really know how to respond. So he just decided to not respond to it. Kurt didnt want someone trying to take care of him, but there was something so soothing about it too. He missed the feeling of being important. Kurt started feeling even worse about throwing Blaine around the way he did. I mean... Hes pregnant. Kurt looked at Caroline. He shook her arm as gently as possible, so if she was really deep into sleep she wouldnt be woken, but the thing about being a prostitute is the second you hear a single noise you wake up. Its a defense mechanism you learn from staying at peoples homes all over New York. She flinched automatically, her eyes opening quick. "Hey Caroline. Sorry to wake you." Kurt said turning on his side to look at her. She yawned, her arms stretching far out. She sighed and turned her head to look at Kurt. "Its fine. Is something wrong?" She asked,  noticing the bags under Kurts eyes from an approximate week without any real sleep. "Is it hard... Being... Pregnant?"

Caroline chuckled. "What? Being a pregnant woman, or trying to fuck the landlord with a fetus growing inside you so he can pay for your next ultrasound? Because the answer for both those questions is yes." 

Kurt smiled. "Being pregnant.  In general. Whats it like?" 

Louis, one of the older gigolos, walked over to them. "Here." He said putting a thick cotton blanket over Kurt and Caroline. "Im done with it and Im heading out to work. Bye Kurt, Caroline." He said nodding off. Kurt snuggled some of the blanket to his chin, the warmth spreading through him, sure to make sure he was only using the very edge, so Caroline got more of the blanket. "Whats being pregnant like... ? Hm...Its like... Every morning your waking up, and your realizing a little more every second that there is a human being inside you. A real person. And for me, since the father doesnt want it, its something more like knowing that you are setting a poor kid up for something miserable. Knowing that for the rest of that kids life its either going to be loving with strangers that decided to adopt him, or a prostitute, who is the only thing he can know as family." Kurt was silent. "Okay... But lets say you had money. And you werent a prostitute. You were the classic suburban tale, with money and a white picket fence." Kurt asked, trying to ease off the guilt that was eating his stomach alive. Caroline thought for a second. "You know... I became a prostitute because I wanted to feel loved. Even if its just for the night, and required payment. I needed to know that someone wanted me, even if just for the night. I thought like this because my mother never loved me. And my father wasnt around. I had no one to love me. And I can only blame that on my parent." She said looking at Kurt. Kurt swallowed. "Okay but what if you got a boyfriend-"

"Kurt what is with your fascination with maternal nature? Did you become straight for the night and get a girl pregnant because I thought you made a promise to not cheat who you are for money-"

"I got a man pregnant."

Caroline was shocked. She stared at Kurt. "And how the hell did you manage to do that?!"

"I dont know some carrier gene. He told me and now hes getting really really clingy and I cant raise it so i dont even know what he wants from me and... I just dont know what to do."

Caroline was silent. It wasnt a thinking sort of silence. But a stunned one. "Kurt... Do you realize what your doing. Your doing exactly what the man who got me pregnant is doing. Your leaving behind an innocent child. And if you asked me this a year ago I probably wouldve said to just forget about him, but Im with child now, and I realize just how cruel it is. Kurt... That is YOUR child. Its the only thing that will always be yours. And even if he gives it away, or aborts it or whatever. It is yours. And nothing can take that away."

Kurt was silent. "Caroline, I cant raise a baby. I cant afford it. I-I cant."

Caroline looked at him. She reached into the pocket of her jeans. She pulled out the bill he gave her. "Then what are you doing with my kid?" She looked at Kurts body, barely even covered with the blanket, so she could stay warmer. She stuffed the money back into his hands. "Go get your kid." Kurt smirked. 

Blaine sat on the couch, rubbing small circles on his baby bump and watching TV. He was in his 6th week now, and the kid is about the size of a lentil according to BabyCenter.com, and he could feel the tiny little baby if he pushed into his stomach deep enough but even the feeling of his little kid couldnt mask what he felt. He was miserable. No that doesnt even describe it. He thought about looking for Kurt again. But he just thought about what he would say back, and that usually shut him up. Its just, no one could understand how badly he wants his son or daughter to be with both of his/her parents. But Kurt didnt want that, and he was right, he did have to spell it out for him because he refuses to accept that. 

Blaine was flipping though channels when he heard a knock at the door.  Ugh, the door is so far away. Blaine got up from the couch with a grunt, and walked to the door. He looked through the peephole and swore to this day, that his heart completely stopped. He opened the door to reveal the black clothing of the one and only Kurt... Kurt, um... Well we never learned his last name... So... He opened the door to the one and only Kurt the gigolo... I guess...?He looked at Kurt and stayed silent. 

"Um... Hi... Blaine. I, uh... I know we made a deal... To -uh, um.... Not see each other ever again but.... I think.... I want to... Raise the baby. Or-or at least send... Child support. See him or her on birthdays or whatever....".

Blaine didnt know what to say. He didnt know how to respond. "Um... Thank you.... Kurt. This is really big of you. Yeah... I havent changed my mind about wanting you to raise the baby too..."

They were both silent, but you could feel the awkward in the room. 

"May I ask... Why the change of heart?" Blaine asked. He motioned for Kurt to come inside, and he was a little hesitant but he stepped inside the apartment. He sat down on the couch, rubbing the part of his thighs that werent covered in his shorts. Blaine remained standing. "Um... My mom... Died when I was 8. I grew up with only my dad, and I loved him endlessly but... I always felt something lacking. I dont want that kid to feel that. Ive left a lot of things unfinished but Ill be damned before I let it be that kid." Kurt said looking up. "You said you loved your dad. As in past tense. Is he..."

"Dead? Yeah. He died when I first came to New York. I tried going back but... I realized I didnt have anything real to go back to."

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, sitting down next to him. "Why would I tell you-" Kurt stopped himself. "Um... My step-brother was somewhere out in the army. My stepmother was... Just... In a trance. I went back for her for a while but it was like talking to a ghost, honestly. My best friend Rachel, she was in New York, starting college. My other friends were all joining dance academys and recording labels. If I stayed there, in Lima I mean... It would be like dying. So I stayed here. Tried to live out my crazy childhood dream of being on Broadway. I almost landed a role too. Yeah... As Marius in Les Miserable. I didnt get the role but I mean it was an honor to just be thought about." Hmm, wonder why he didnt get the role. (PSSSSTT: its because Blaine got the role)

"Me and my best friend got in a huge fight and she kicked me out. I was in the streets of New York alone. I didnt have any real money. I called my stepmom to see if I could borrow a couple of bucks, only to find out she had commuted suicide. It felt like my world was turning around. My stepbrother was involved with drugs and it wasnt long until he... Left. I had no family. No money. No hope. That is until one day I was applying for my 9th job when this man approached me. He told me I had an eye for fashion."And offered me a job at Vogue.com. But nothing in New York comes cheap. He told me I would only get the job if I slept with him. Its not like I had an option. It was either that or nothing. So I portrayed the deal. And soon I got a reputation at work. If you ever wanted a quick fuck, or a fast blow job I was your man. Soon I started working the streets. Turned out Im a pretty good prostitute. And now Im here. Telling you the story of how I got paid to fuck men. Because your pregnant. And thats still not fitting my tongue." Kurt finished. Blaine couldnt say anything. He felt like anything he said would really be words, they would be sounds. A small part of him wanted to just hug Kurt. And tell him hes with Blaine now, and hes going to get a perfect life. But he didnt know if thats what would really happen. He just knew, that this little person growing inside him, gets to keep both his fathers. And hes not losing one anytime soon. 

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