"Oh GOD YES."

Blaine was moaning terribly loud, hoping his neighbors wouldnt hear. Blaine was being slammed into the kitchen island as Kurt moved inside him and out. Kurt was moaning into Blaines skin as he sucked on the soft skin of his shoulder. Kurt had to let go of Blaines shoulder to give a loud moan. He felt so hot inside him and Blaine loved it. So big and hard. Blaine laid his head on his folded arms as he moaned fervently yet loudly nonetheless. Kurt was kissing Blaines neck and whatever skin he could reach. He was slamming deep into Blaine causing him to hit the counter. They were both ass naked just in the kitchen... Enjoying each others company you could say. "Oh GOD, Kurt Im so close." Blaine said his head tilting back up. He held on the to edge of the counter. "God, baby you feel so fucking tight. Just let go. I wanna see you come." Kurt whispered into his ear, causing Blaine to shudder. Kurt had his hands on Blaines pelvis, and was tilting it to fit his desires. He was rotating his hips in experimental circles but there was this spot, god this terrible spot that whenever Kurt reached Blaine couldnt help but shiver. Kurt stayed there, creating little circles but refusing to leave that little corner. Blaine came, ruining the island side, he came in small ripples of pleasure and Kurt followed not too later. Blaine turned around, and wrapped his arms around Kurts neck as they both caught their breathe. Kurts eyes were closed, but he never took his hands off Blaines hips. They kept there foreheads touching, and Kurt opened his eyes. He looked into Blaines and gave a mischievous smile. "I... like this deal." He said, his breathe still not coming back. It was a simple deal. After Kurt was almost attacked, Blaine set his foot down. No more prostitution. Blaine would take care of whatever Kurt had to pay for. Kurt would stay at Blaine place. But when he reaches the end of the pregnancy he had to be around 24/7. And Kurt still has to relieve his "Sexual Urges" which-until doctor says stop- would be released onto, or more like into, Blaine. It might not make sense to everyone but it made sense to them. And as the writer, honestly it doesnt make sense to me either. 

"Im gonna hop in the shower... Could you clean this up." Blaine said, not really asking more like telling. Kurt didnt respond. It was just implied he had to do whatever Blaine said. Blaine grabbed a towel from the closet and got into the bathroom. He felt something so soothing about walking around naked. He was always so confident with his body, it felt weird losing it to some bastard child. He looked at his stomach. The small hard lump at the bottom of his stomach was starting to expand, barely enough for anyone to notice but now he was moving into his 11th week and the baby was developing just fine. Well he guessed, he hasnt seen the baby yet. Hes heard the babys heartbeat but hes never actually seen it. The doctor said that since Blaines a man, theres very little that could go wrong, and if something did, it would be very noticeable, and personally Blaine isnt wasting his money on gray and black pictures of something you can barely make out the body parts of. 

Blaine hopped in the shower and cleaned himself as fast as he could. Once he was squeaky clean, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked out of the bathroom and saw Kurt sitting on the couch, his hands on his knees, a worried look on his face. "Kurt is something wrong?" Blaine asked stepping towards Kurt. "Maybe theres something I should tell you. Sit down." Kurt said, motioning toward the spot on the couch next to him. Blaine sat down next to him, just as worried. God, he was afraid. "So... Lemme tell you a little story..."

Kurt sat on the ground of the alley, hugging his knees. He had lost a lot of weight ever since Carole died. He paid off everything they had, and their funeral. 3 funerals in one month wasnt easy on Kurts already thin wallet. Soon, housing and food werent necessary to Kurt. It wasnt that he didnt want those things, its that he couldnt afford it. Soon he had one outfit in his possession, something he wouldnt dare imagine a year ago. He laid his head on his knees, small tears welling in his dark, sleepy eyes. He wanted to go home. But he didnt have a home. He turned his head on his knees, turning to look deep in the alley. Seeing other prostitutes walking off with old men, getting in black cars. Some people were sleeping on the floor, sharing blankets with strangers, knowing how cold the night could become. 

Kurt didnt dare get near them. He wasnt a prostitute, he was homeless. Something inside Kurt was still proud. He felt like accepting their help, would be the lowest he could be. A woman approached him from deep in the alley. Her legs were covered by ripped fishnets, and a skirt. She had on a thin tank top, and must have been freezing. It was Kurts first winter in New York without a family. Or a home. He wouldnt dare go back to Rachel either. She would just see how little Kurts become. 

She settled a blanket on Kurt, the heat automatically spreading through him. He looked up at her. "Thank you, but Im fine." Kurt lied. She slid down next to Kurt. "You dont accept what we try giving you because you arent as low as us." She said making quotations in the air with her fingers. "But Kurt.... You are. Youve already sold your soul, except no ones taking a bite." She said tucking the blanket under his chin. She stood up, brushing off her backside. She dropped a small tube filled with liquid on Kurts lap. He stared at it, then looked up at her. She gave a smile, drowned in sympathy. She walked away, leaving Kurt with the tube filled with deep green drink. 

Hes soon other prostitutes drinking it before. They drink it right before going off to work. They say it makes them numb for a while so they dont even feel it, also intoxicating them enough so they barely remember it the next day. Of course they usually do remember. 

Kurt tucked the blanket even tighter around him. He almost drifted to sleep when he felt a man approaching him. When you sleep on the streets you get very sensitive sensors to when someone is getting near you. He opened his eyes, and the man stepped in front of Kurt. "How much for you?" Kurt swallowed. 

"$300." Kurt said softly.

 "The young ones are always expensive." The man mumbled as he dug into his pocket. Kurt looked back at the woman who gave him the drink. She gave him another smile, again with only sympathy. He sighed and forced a smile back, tears in his eyes. The man got the money out, and raised his hand out for Kurt to stand up. Kurt took the money and stood up. He fixed his mesh tank top, and tugged his shorts a little, trying to cover as much of his skin as possible. He felt like every single pair of eyes were on him as he wrapped an arm around the mans. He followed the man to his car and sat in the drivers seat, turning to face the window as tears fell down his cheeks. He had barely lost his virginity to David Karofsky in high school,  technically hes had sex before but not enough to do it casually. Kurt felt like the car was going to slow, yet too fast at the same time. He wish he could open the door and fall on the road and just get run over but he didnt give up easily. 

They arrived at a dirty and rundown motel, and Kurt shuddered. He wants to go home. He felt like a kid, scared and just wanting to hold someones hand, but he reminded himself, that this man was here to take his childhood. The man mustve already had a room ready for whoever he was going to buy for the night because he already had a key to room 215. The man opened the door and Kurt stepped inside, tears drying up in his eyelashes. The man closed and locked the door behind him. "Top or bottom?" The man asked, removing his coat and throwing it on a chair. Kurt wiped a tear from his eye. "Whatever you want." Kurt said, trying to be seductive but you could hear the cry in his voice. The mans phone rang. "Excuse me..." He answered it. "Oh, hi honey! No yeah, this meeting is running a little late, so I wont get home until probably midnight. Yeah... Okay.... Tell the girls I said goodnight. Okay, bye. Love you too." Kurt overheard the conversation, with disgust. He sat on the bed, waiting for the man. The man threw his phone on the desk and starting removing his clothing. Kurt found this as a cue for him to start removing his clothes too. He threw his shirt on the floor, and then dropped his pants. The man watched greedily, as he removed his boxers.  The man grabbed Kurts small waist, and pulled him closer. He threw their bodies on the bed...

"And I think you can put together what happened next. And they were right. It was numb..."

Blaine looked at Kurt. "Im sorry, but why are you so worried? How does this at all effect is in our situation AT ALL?"

Kurt swallowed. "Um... I drank that before... You and me... Did it...."

"I still dont understand."

"I didnt feel anything. I didnt feel when we made our baby..."

"But you came... A lot for that matter..."

Kurt blushed. "Thats a human reaction."

"So... Nothing? At all?"

Kurt nodded. "Im sorry Blaine... If I could take that back I would." Blaine thought for a second. "So when we... Fraternized in my kitchen... that was like our first time." Kurt felt terrible. Horrible. A first time with someone, anyone, has to be special. "Are you upset?" Kurt asked, trying to read Blaines face. Blaines mouth opened but no words came out. He nodded. "Yeah... A lot actually." Kurt looked at Blaines face. His eyes looked hurt. Kurt sighed and stood up. He held his hand out for Blaine. He was confused. "Come on. Lets go have a real first time." Blaine smiled. "This wouldve been our like... Third time." He took Kurts hand anyway. Kurt led them to Blaines bedroom. 

Kurt lied down on Blaines bed and Blaine hovered over him. They looked like teenagers about to have sex for the first time and not knowing how to begin. Kurt pulled Blaine in, and kissed him. Blaine opened his eyes and only saw Kurts closed ones. He closed his eyes and leaned down closer to Kurt. Blaine reached into the nightstand and pulled a condom out. He handed it to Kurt,  but he didnt accept it. He closed Blaines fingers around it and pulled his lips off. He looked into Blaines eyes. "You."

"Are you sure?"

Kurt nodded eagerly. "Please." Blaine smiled and took the condom. He smashed his lips back against Kurts. "Oh, Kurt I love you so much." Blaine breathed against his lips. Kurt pulled back. Blaine recreated saying that, but he didnt expect Kurt to react the way he did. He smiled and kissed Blaine again. 

It wasnt long until they were falling asleep in each others arms, covered in their own messiness. Kurt snuggled into Blaines neck, inhaling him. And Blaine just held Kurt. But not because he thought he was going to leave. But because he wasnt leaving.