WITD CHP 7

"How is this good for the baby again?"

Blaine was in the upward dog position taking deep breathes. "The baby can sense negative energy. This is how we can get rid of it."Blaine was in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and he let Kurt borrow some sweatpants and a shirt. They were doing yoga in Blaines living room, trying some of the poses. Kurt tried to mimic Blaine, taking the same breathes as well. "Okay, Blaine my body can only move in so many ways." Kurt said, falling on the matt, rubbing his stretched out thighs. "Okay well all this daddy prep 101 has been fun but I missed my shift." Kurt said getting up with a groan. He got his own pants and shirt and Blaine watched him as remotely as could, but Kurt has such a nice ass, he truly couldnt help himself. Kurt still had smudged eyeliner on, he hasnt taken it off yet, which Blaine always thought ruined your skin, but he doubt Kurt actually cared. "Its only 7. Cant you go later at night?"

"The sun is setting. Best time for work." Kurt got the pea coat out of the closet and put it back on. "Goodbye honey, have a nice day at work!" Blaine joked, in a deep voice. Kurt smirked at him. He closed the door behind him and gave a long sigh. Time to sell your soul. 

Kurt walked down the steps of Blaines apartment until he reached the floor building. He stepped out into New York sidewalk.  He knew he wasnt going to get any business in Blaines Mr. Rogers impersonating neighborhood so he started walking to the town right next to this one. Its real name was Trundon, but most people called it Knockturn Alley, since its the capital of everything terrible. There were drug deals, and prostitutes on ever corner. Fake IDs were made there, and no matter how old you are, 80 or 11, you could always bum a cigarette from someone. Kurt usually didnt go there. He thought the men buying there were cheap and underrated. But he was feeling tired and didnt want to have to go all the way to Buishwhick. Plus heres the place you could always go if you needed quick cash and he was trying to help Caroline pay for her next ultrasound. And he also wanted to surprise Blaine with some paternity clothes which would be a miracle if it existed, but if they dont then hell get him some sweatpants or something. Kurt approached the border that separated Blaines town from Knockturn Alley and everything somehow looked darker. More depressing. Kurt walked into Knockturn, and went straight to the plaza. He heard people yelling, and loud drunken laughing. People were spilling there drinks on the floor, and smoking in the plaza corners. It was still freezing cold outside, that hasnt changed at all, but some prostitutes were in nothing but underwear, showing there pale starved skin. Kurt felt weird, in his pricey designer coat when some women here had babies in nothing but onesies. Kurt saw a woman sitting on the porch of an ABC store, with two babies in her arms. They were crying, and she was trying to calm them. She couldnt have been more than 22, and she was wearing a ragged dress like some of the other prostitutes here. She looked up at Kurt, walking past her and gave a stressed smile. Kurt smiled back. He took off his jacket, and covered her two little boys. She smiled, her eyes starting to water. "Thank you sir."

Kurt smiled back. He guessed it was his inner paternal instinct. Before he could keep on walking, he felt big cold hands on his tiny waist. He turned around and saw a big man. "How much for you?" He asked in a deep voice. Kurt cleared his throat. "Uh... No less than $150."

The man reach into his pocket and took out 3 crumpled hundred dollar bills. Kurt smiled. He hasnt made money like that in a long time. Kurt extended his hand and the man put the money in his hand. 

Kurt was freezing and his body parts showed that, but he needed money. He followed the man to behind the plaza, where several other prostitutes were getting there business done. The sun was already set, but it didnt matter if someone saw them. Thats what everyone else here was doing. Kurt was very strict about condoms. He wasnt going to be caught dead catching anything. The man came to a halt. "This is good. Can you top?"

Kurt nodded and started undressing himself quickly, he was freezing to death out here. The man was sitting on the floor. "Hey slow down. I wanna... Enjoy this."

Kurt gave a small scoff. He slowed down however, only of the request of $300. He was freezing terribly and shivering. "Can you just undress so I can fuck you?" Kurt asked, impatiently. The man took his shirt off, revealing his fat stomach, covered in deep black chest hair, and stood up to take off his pants. Kurt looked so small and pale compared to the man. The man laid down on the cold ground, and Kurt started straddling him. He reached for his pants pocket and pulled out a condom. "No. No condom."

Kurt looked at the man. "You realize Im a gigolo. There are STDs in my hair gel. Trust me. Yes condom."

Kurt put the condom on and started prepping the man as fast as he could. The bigger man gave occasional moans, and sobs but Kurt didnt really care about pleasing him. After the man was all stretched out, Kurt went inside him. The man moaned loudly, and a big part of Kurt wanted to tell him to shut up, but he wouldnt risk the $300. He just responded with cliche sex words in a monotone voice. He let the man suck on his neck, and he responded with fake moans, secretly dying on the inside. Kurt went in and out of him in erratic strokes, the man screaming out. After the man came, Kurt got out of him. "Dont you wanna come?" The man asked, looking up at Kurt who was already putting his underwear and pants back on. "Im fine. Thank you for your time." He put his tank too back on, left the man naked in the dark. He walked past the plaza, and started his way back to Blaines neighborhood. Just a little past the plaza he heard a man yell out to him. Kurt glanced at the course of the noise for a half second. He looked young, somewhere in his roaring 20s. "Hey! You!"

Kurt kept on walking. Thats one of the first things you learn as a prostitute. If your in Knockturn Alley and someone yells for you just keep walking. "Hey! I know you see me..." The man sounded closer. Soon after he said that, and Kurt ignored him, he pushed him up against the concrete wall of the laundromat. "You got some nerve you little slut. Ignore me... Im the best you could sell for." He was talking straight into Kurts face and he was about the same size at Kurt, so he could really get in his face. "Im off duty." Kurt said calmly. "The hell you are." The man said grabbing Kurts balls and giving small rotations of his palms, supposed to feel great, made Kurt want to throw up. 

"Ill pay any price for your sweet skin." He said, starting to suck a deep brown bruise on his collarbone. Ugh, why is everybody kissing Kurts neck? He kissed and sucked softly up to Kurts ear. "The names Zack" he said and starting sucking gently on his earlobe. "Ill say it again. Im off duty." He pulled his head away from Zacks lips. "Maybe next time Im on duty. And can you-" kurt forced his hands off his crotch. "-Keep your hands off me!" 

Kurt tried pushing him off but Zack wrapped a right hand around Kurts wrist, and Kurt tried to set his wrist free, tugging and pulling. "There are about 30 other prostitutes in the plaza, woman or man, that will do the same job as me. Get off." Kurt said trying to push him away, but he was stronger than Kurt. He slapped Kurts freezing face. "No! I want you. Im getting you." He wrapped another arm tight around Kurts neck and shoved his face onto his. Trying to lick his way into Kurts closed mouth, Zack looked like a maniac. He pushed Kurts body deeper into the wall and let go of his wrist, his body pressure keeping him still. He scratched at Kurts side, trying to make him bleed, and Kurt tried getting his hands off of him with his one open arm, but there was no space between their stomachs, and no way he could go around his hunched back. Kurt opened his mouth and started kissing back, shocking Zack enough for him to lose his guard, and Kurt pushed him off of him and tried breaking into a run, but Zack pulled him back down by his knees, managing to scrape up Kurts  arms and knees. Zack mounted on top of Kurt before he could move. He straddled Kurt and gave him a cold hard slap on the face again. He started grinding his cock down against Kurts, emitting loud moans. Kurt bucked his hips up for a slight second to catch him off his guard again, and managed to push him off. Kurt scrambled to get up, but Zack was too fast. He jumped on Kurts back, causing him to fall back on the ground. He pushed Kurts face into the cement like a middle school bully, but it still hurt terribly when it was cold. 

Kurt managed to stand back up again, and Zack caught him by the arm, and punched him square across the face, sending a tingling sensation throughout Kurts body. He wasnt bleeding yet, but he was scraped and bruised. "Ill make you pay you little slut. Your gonna come with me and Ill show you whos in charge..."

Kurts vision was being blurred by the amount of tears welling in his eyes. He tried to escape the mans grasp but he couldnt. He did what any righteous gigolo would do:

"HELP, ANYONE, THIS MAN IS TRYING TO ATTACK ME!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!!!!!"

Another gigolo, Kurts 98% sure he had a threesome with, was running near them. "Hey! Get your hands off him!!" He yelled, starting to grab Zack and pulled him away. He shoved him on the ground and kicked him. "Hey... Are you okay?" The gigolo asked, extending a hand towards Kurt. Kurt backed away, shaking his head. He broke out into a run. 

Kurt ran down the streets, not really sure where he was going, but letting his legs just run. Tears blurred his vision, and small sobs left his mouth occasionally. He was shuddering and shaking and he couldnt stop. His legs were getting tired and he stopped running he held on to a light post and started sobbing. He let go and wiped some of the tears out of his eyes that were quickly replaced with more. He couldnt stop shaking and it made it hard to move but he broke out into a run. He knew where he had to go. 

He knocked rapidly and hard at Blaines door. He usually knocked softly, in case he was sleeping or tired but he needed someone now. Blaine opened the door and smiled when he saw Kurt. Before Blaine could say anything, Kurt stepped into his arms, knocking Blaine a step behind. He started sobbing into Blaines shoulder, keeping his arms around him tightly, needing something to hold onto or else hell feel like hell start falling apart piece by piece. Blaine was caught a little by shock. He extended his arm enough to close the door. He held Kurt just as tight in his arms. Kurt was taller than Blaine, so he had to duck his head into Blaines neck. Blaine rubbed Kurts back. "Kurt, what happened?" Kurt let go of Blaine, still crying, and sat on the couch. Blaine followed and sat next to him. Kurt wiped a tear that managed its way out. He sniffed. "I was uh..." He started shuddering even harder and he was holding in sobs. "Uh..." He started crying again and Blaine pushed him into his arms. Kurt started sobbing into his neck, leaving tears all over his skin. Kurt muffled something into Blaines neck, but Blaine couldnt understand him. 

"What?" Blaine asked. 

Kurt lifted his head, barely over 2 inches, but still held Blaine in a death grip. "This man... He attacked me." Kurt choked out. Blaine shrugged out of Kurts arms. "What? Are you okay?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt, finally noticing the scars and bruises that were placed all over Kurts porcelain bare arms and legs. "J-just, just-just please hold me." Kurt said laying his head under Blaines neck and wrapping his arms tight around his waist. Blaine put his arm tightly around Kurts skinny frame and gave a small squeeze. "Your okay Kurt. Your here with me. Its gonna be okay." Blaine rest his cheek on Kurts hair. They stayed like this for a while, just holding each other. Kurt stopped crying and lifted his head. "Is it okay if I stay here for the night? I really dont want to go." Kurt asked, sniffing like a toddler. "Yeah. Of course."

Blaine stood up, with a small grunt. He went into the linen closet and got a blanket and pillow. He knew Kurt might not have wanted to sleep with Blaine, and he could easily understand. He walked back into the living room and saw Kurt. He was wiping off the tears that were leftover, and smudging off the eyeliner. It reminded Blaine of the first night he met Kurt, and he was crying in Blaines room. Except now there was a different light to him. He looked much more vulnerable and innocent in a way. He smiled at Kurt and handed him the blanket and pillow. Kurt set them next to him on the couch. "Goodnight Kurt. Sweet dreams." He said, patting his shoulder. Before Blaine could walk out the living room, there was a hand on his waist, turning him around and Kurts lips were on his. Blaine kissed him back on instinct. Blaine wanted to stay like that forever. Kurts soft lips pressed against his, but he knew Kurt was vulnerable. And Blaine was too. He was going to be for 8 months. But Kurt wasnt going to be for that long and he would probably end up regretting it by tomorrow. It took everything Blaine had inside him to let go of Kurts lips. "We really shouldnt..."

Kurt pursed his lips. "Im sorry... Your right... Im sorry... Things are going to be awkward arent they..."

"No. Things havent changed since the day you decided to start raising this child. Go to sleep Kurt."

Blaine managed to get to his bedroom without running into the living room and getting Kurt like he always wanted. But this was a long night for Kurt. There was no doubting how badly Blaine wanted Kurt. And he wasnt even sure what Kurt was thinking at this point. He just knew that things were going to be okay. And this little kid was getting both of its daddies.