"Ugh, don't say that, you make it sound like these girls are booking an airline flight, not a date," Blaine said with a grimace.

He and Kurt's business of 'pimping out' Blaine as a 'professional boyfriend' had been active for four months so far, yet there were still several things they couldn't agree on, one of them being telephone dialogue. All appointments were made by phone, yet Kurt thought it would be funny to trick the poor girls that called that they had really called a phone sex hotline. Fortunately, Blaine had put a stop to Kurt's antics two weeks into their business.

Kurt tossed Blaine a notepad filled with doodles and illegible scrawl, which he assumed were supposed to be his scheduled dates for the week. Blaine sighed and attempted to decode Kurt's hieroglyphic handwriting.

"I won't be able to tell when any of my appointments are if I can't understand your handwriting." He tossed the notepad onto the coffee table beside Kurt.

"You really need to stop complaining. With the salary you're paying me, you should be glad that I'm even still working for you!" Kurt complained.

"You're getting 40% of all of the money I make, that's more than my sister makes at McDonalds!"

Right on cue, Blaine's older sister, Amelia, decided to make her presence known.

"I will have you know that I make more money at my job then you do in your pathetic prostituting business," Amelia said bitterly.

In truth, Amelia was upset that Blaine had chosen Kurt to be his business partner over her, his own flesh and blood sister. Not to mention, no matter how hard she tried to deny it, it was true that both Blaine and Kurt made more money with their business then she did at her after school job at a local McDonalds.

"Shush Amelia, go back to your Calculus homework," Blaine retorted, sticking his tongue out childishly at his sister.

Kurt scrunched up his nose in thought as his eyes roamed from Blaine to Amelia, taking note of the subtle similarities between the two. Blaine and Amelia had a decent relationship, as far as siblings go, but would scream to the high heavens if anyone even dare suggested that they look alike in the slightest. However, their similarities were uncanny. Both brother and sister had a strange shade of dark brown almost black hair, paired with vibrant almond eyes that often turned a dull grey color on rainy days. The two both had slender builds, thin and tall, along with the same wild curly hair that they often tamed with an excessive amount of gel. Kurt bit his lip, and resisted the urge to point out once again that the two were extraordinarily alike.

"You know Blaine, you really ought to be paying me just for keeping this little business of yours a secret from mom and dad," Amelia said slyly, tossing her unloved AP Calculus book into her backpack.

"No, I don't think I should, because as a good older sister, it is your job to keep me out of trouble, which includes getting in trouble with mom and dad." Blaine gave his sister a cheesy know-it-all grin.

"Oh really? So prostituting yourself out to lonely girls who can't get dates is something that won't get you in trouble?"

"I'm not prostituting myself! I've told you a million times, I only go out on dates!"

"But you make out with them sometimes! Don't think I forgot about the time I caught you making out with one of your 'clients' behind the caf� at school!"

"Hey, she paid extra for that," Kurt responded with a smirk.

Amelia sighed and began to collect her bag and textbooks, refusing to admit defeat.

"Fine then, have fun with your prostituting business. Whore," she muttered under her breath before stomping to her room down the hall.

Blaine pouted and leaned back against his chair, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I am not a whore!" he spat childishly, half in an attempt to lighten the mood, and half in anger against his sister.

"Oh no, you're definitely not a whore," Kurt replied in sarcastic encouragement.

Blaine mimicked Kurt's response, and the two shared a laugh, and a knowing wink.