Kurt sat nervously at the restaurant waiting for Blaine. He kept polishing his silverware and laying it out again, adjusting the placement of the water glasses by a fraction of an inch and then smoothing his hands down his pants. He was nearly as nervous as the first time he sat waiting for Blaine in the hotel room, and that was sex, this was just dinner.

It felt like more than just dinner, he was getting to know Blaine, the real Blaine, outside of the odd relationship theyd set up. And Rachel was here, she was outside on the phone talking to Jesse at the moment, but soon Kurt would be having dinner with his best friend and the escort hed been hiring for months that his best friend had no idea about.

This was going to go terribly, terribly wrong.

"Hi Kurt!"

Kurt startled and looked up to see Blaine standing by the table, his hands in his pockets as he rocked on his heels and smiled down at him.

Kurts nerves instantly settled a bit at the sight of him, "Blaine!" He stood and gave him a hug.

"Is Rachel not joining us?" Blaine asked as he took his seat.

"Oh shes outside talking to her boyfriend on the phone, shell be in soon."

Blaine nodded at that, folding his hands on the table. "So what are we telling her exactly? I dont want to say anything wrong this evening."

Kurt sighed and bit his lip, he hated that Rachel didnt know the truth about their relationship, but he also didnt feel prepared to tell her. She wouldnt take it well. "Um… she thinks we met through someone I knew at NYADA."

Blaine nodded again and Kurt wondered if he was imagining the tightness Blaines his jaw. "Okay, that works."

"Im sorry." Kurt said not even sure what he was apologizing for. Asking Blaine to lie? Being ashamed of how he really knew him? Though he wasnt ashamed of that, it probably looked that way. "You can go if you want too."

Blaine looked up from his clasped hands and raised his eyebrows.

"Im giving you an out if you dont want to be here. I mean, I want you to be here, but its okay if this is weird for you. You can go, no judgement, and it wont change… anything else."

Blaine reached over the table and laid one of his hands over Kurts. "I dont want an out. I think this could be fun."

Blaine was still smiling and holding Kurts hand when Rachel joined them, she flounced down in her chair with a dramatic sigh. "Well, I was trying to get Jesse to join us, but he is being difficult." She noticed their hands together and a little smirk curled on her lips before Blaine quickly moved his away. "Blaine." Rachel beamed at them. "Tell me all about yourself!"

Kurt grimaced, but couldnt help but feel a little excited. He really did want to know more about Blaine.

Blaine was easy and self-assured, smooth and charming like the Blaine Kurt had gotten to know the past few months. He was also a little dorky (adorably so) talking fast and using his hands to gesture and he kept smiling so much that his eyes crinkled up and Kurt couldnt get enough of just looking at him.

They ordered and Blaine told them both about finding the job at Fairytale Press shortly after he moved to New York and that the owner had been really good to him, she even let him live in the little apartment behind the store. Hed come to New York with dreams of being on the stage, but had given that up… he didnt say why and Kurt longed to ask him.

Blaine also mentioned that he was originally from Ohio and Kurts jaw dropped.

"Wait... what? Youre from Ohio? How did that never come up when you know Im from Ohio?"

Blaine shrugged. "I dont really talk about Ohio much." He answered quickly, and there was something sad behind his eyes that Kurt equally wanted to get to the bottom of and also to just kiss away. He didnt.

Blaine didnt mention working for the escort agency, but that wasnt a surprise, he also seemed endlessly interested in hearing about Rachels career and how Kurt went from wanting to be a full time performer to working in fashion and auditioning on the side. They sat and talked at the restaurant well after their dinner plates were cleared and Kurt couldnt help the smile on his face or the deep feeling of satisfaction in his chest.

This whole time hed known Blaine in the back of Kurts mind hed worried he didnt know the real Blaine, worried that maybe Blaine was just putting on an act of what he thought Kurt wanted. Kurt could see some differences between this easy-going bow-tie wearing Blaine and the always sexy suit-clad Blaine hed come to know, but he suspected that was more situational than Blaine acting like someone he wasnt. Knowing that the Blaine he come to care about was the real him, plus finding out there was so much more to Blaine was an unexpected pleasure.

The easy conversation between the three of them only ended when Rachel announced she should be getting home to spend some time with Jesse. They paid and left the restaurant where Rachel said her goodbyes.

"This was nice." Kurt as they stood under a streetlamp and he watched Blaine as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet. How could he be so effortlessly sexy and adorably bashful at the same time?

Blaine smiled, "I really had a good time, but…"

Kurts heart froze for a split second. "But?" But we shouldnt have done it. But we cant do this again. But I dont think I can see you anymore?

"But what this evening really needs is dessert, dont you think?"

"Dessert?" Kurt said his voice a little higher than normal as he tried to hold back his excitement.

"Theres a gelato place a couple blocks down thats open pretty late, what do you say?"

Kurt laughed happily. "I love gelato."

"Perfect." Blaine grinned at him.

Kurt couldnt help his matching smile. "Perfect."

After dinner and dessert on Saturday Kurt had casually (he hoped it had been casually) asked Blaine if hed like to hang out again later in the week so they ended up going to the movies on Tuesday and then grabbing lunch on Thursday. It really was turning out to be the best week ever.

It was different spending time with Blaine outside of his role as an escort. They talked more, which was wonderful, but they also didnt touch. There was an occasional brush of hands and Blaine had held his elbow for support once when someone bumped in to him, but otherwise there seemed to be an unspoken boundary there that neither of them were crossing.

While Kurt itched to hold Blaines hand or lean in and give him a kiss he didnt feel like he could. Still, it was worth the frustration because just spending time with Blaine was turning out to be amazing. Blaine was funny, and smart and they ended up having a lot in common, especially growing up in the Midwest and then moving to New York.

"I know you dont like to talk about Ohio." Kurt said over lunch at a little bistro near his office. "But can I ask where in Ohio youre from?"

Blaine smiled at him and nodded as he finished his bite of a roast beef sandwich. "Westerville."

Kurts eyes widened. "That so close to Lima. And you were in an acapella group? How did we never meet?"

"I wasnt in the Warblers for long."

"The Warblers?" Kurt almost stood up from his chair. "We competed against them, I almost went to spy on them once!"

Blaines look of surprise mirrored Kurts own. "We must have just missed meeting each other."

Kurt shook his head, "And to think we didnt meet until we both made it out of Ohio. Was it really hard for you there?"

Kurt couldnt help think of how difficult his high school years in Ohio were and how much better they could have been if hed know someone like Blaine who was going through the same thing.

"It was pretty… difficult." Blaine answered slowly. "When I came out my parents basically ignored it, never said anything against it, but… acted like it wasnt true. That is until my Sophomore year in highschool and things got a little…"

He paused and Kurt held his breath waiting for what Blaine was leading up to.

"Things got a little violent."

"Oh god Blaine." Kurts heart ached in his chest. "You were hurt?"

Blaine nodded again and took a deep breath. "It was at a dance, I took another boy and things got ugly... At least after that my parents had to stop pretending they didnt know what I was, who I was. Thats when they sent me to a private school that had a zero tolerance policy. Things were better there, I was safer at least."

Kurt watched Blaines face, so sad and a little lost, and he wondered how much better things had really been for him at the private school. "Im so sorry."

Blaine shrugged and smiled like it really didnt matter. "Im in New York now, it all turned out alright."

Except you wanted to be on the stage and youre an escort now. Kurt thought, but didnt say out loud, something hadnt gone as planned. Kurt thought back to his own hardships and wondered what would have become of him if he hadnt had the security of Glee club and his dad who supported him unconditionally. He would have turned out differently.

Kurt let himself cross that invisible border between them just for a moment as he slid his hand over the table to squeeze Blaines. "Im really glad youre here. That we are both here where we belong."

Blaine smiled at him and his shoulders relaxed. "I am too."

Blaine stood outside the hotel room and shook his shoulders out, hoping to shake out his nerves as well. He looked down at his perfectly pressed suit and felt idiotic. He shouldnt have worn this, never had a suit felt more like a costume. It wasnt a costume, he loved this suit, he looked good in this suit, but Kurt had seen him in his everyday clothes and now he felt a little silly trying to pull of the "debonair escort" look.

Just open the door! He chided himself.

The suit wasnt the problem. The problem was that Kurt knew him now, after all the intimate things they had done together behind the walls of this hotel none of them felt as intimate as the time hed spent with Kurt this week - talking and laughing like old friends. Something bittersweet bubbled up in his chest at the thought. There was no denying it now, he was definitely developing strong feelings for Kurt. Kurt his client. Kurt the guy who paid him to fuck him.

No. Not like that. It was never like that with them.

Kurt had hired him for this evening, even if it had been set up before they started spending time together. However, now that they had started hanging out outside of these sessions everything felt… off. Fragile somehow.

Blaine wasnt going to be the one to end these times together though, not when he wanted to spend time with Kurt so much. Not when Kurt was in his head all day and all he wanted was to see him. To touch him. To feel Kurts skin and taste his lips.

Blaine let out a breath and then squared his shoulders and knocked to announce himself as he slid in his keycard and then opened the door. As soon as he walked in he was hit with the pleasant scent of pasta in the air. Kurt had ordered in for them again. This was normal, they had done this numerous times, and tonight didnt have to be any different.

"Hi Blaine." Kurt stood by the table as if dinner had just been laid out, his hands were held in front of him and his bounced on his feet a little. An adorable smile was on his face making him look younger than his 26 years. Something twisted deep in Blaines belly and he took an involuntary step forward.

"I ordered Eggplant Pomodoro for us tonight." Kurt said glancing at the table. "I havent had it before, but it sounded really good and-"

He didnt get to hear the rest of Kurts sentence as he rushed forward and held onto Kurts arms pulling him in and kissing him deeply. He wanted Kurt so much, it had been stirring in him all week, the need to touch him, to kiss him.

Kurt gasped into the kiss but then gripped Blaine by the waist holding him close as Blaine moved his hands to cup Kurts face. Kurt let out a helpless sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper and it shook Blaine out of his single-minded desire.

"Sorry." Blaine said forcing himself to pull away from Kurts lips. "Sorry."

Kurt blinked at him with wide eyes, his cheeks perfectly rosy and his lips plump. "Im not sorry." Kurt grabbed the lapels of his suit and pulled him desperately in again, backing up until they were both toppling down on the bed. "God Blaine." Kurt panted, his hands scrambling over Blaine tugging at his clothes and pulling them off like he couldnt get Blaine undressed fast enough.

And Blaine really shouldnt have worried about what he was wearing because in a matter of minutes it was nothing but a pile of his clothes and Kurts clothes jumbled on the floor.

"Ive been…" Kurt gasped out, "Thinking about… this…. all week."

Blaine let out a low groan, a rumble that fell from his lungs with the force of the need he was feeling. Kurt was on his back beneath him, naked and stretched out and when Blaine propped himself up on his arms to look at him a shiver ran down his own body. Kurt was gorgeous. Smooth skin and broad shoulders and toned muscles. Blaine had never felt like this about a client before, hed never really felt quite this way about anyone before and it was frightening. He knew it was dangerous to feel this way about someone who was paying for his services, he just couldn't care.

"Youre beautiful." Blaine whispered and enjoyed the flush that spread over Kurts face and chest.

"Youre one to talk." Kurt smiled, reaching up and pulling Blaine down into a messy kiss.

Blaine deepened the kiss letting his tongue slid against Kurts before gently tugging on Kurts bottom lip with his teeth. Blaine rocked downward and felt Kurt hard against him, Kurt bucked and pressed the pads of his fingers firmer against Blaines skin as if he couldnt possibly press in close enough.

Blaine sighed and let his lips slowly travel down Kurts long pale neck to suck lightly on his pulse point as Kurt trembled and panted beneath him. "I love the taste of you." Blaine said, any filter he normally made himself keep long gone. "I love the way you smell."

Kurt moaned.

"I love the sounds you make."

Kurt reached a hand to the back of Blaines head and curled his fingers in his hair as Blaine continued to work over his body, down one arm and up his chest and then his lips again and then down, down to the inside of Kurts smooth thighs.

Kurt was squirming and kicking under him, an unraveled mess and Blaine loved it, loved that he could make Kurt feel this way.

The thing was that Blaine really liked sex, and he knew he was good at it, but with Kurt it was more than just sex. It was more than just motions that felt good and ultimately lead to release. With Kurt he always wanted so much and he needed Kurt to feel the same way, so Blaine did everything he could to make Kurt fall apart. It seemed to be working particularly well tonight.

"B-Blaine." Kurt huffed out trying to get his attention, Blaine lifted his face from its position between Kurts legs and looked up at him, blushed pink and sweat at his temples, his eyes a bright ring of blue and blown dark looking down at him. "I want… I want…" He licked his lips and looked hesitant.

Blaine knew that Kurt had experienced most of his firsts with him, a thought that gave Blaine goosebumps, and he knew whatever Kurt was going to ask for now hed say yes.

"What is it?" Blaine said moving back up to drop a kiss to Kurts lips.

"What if we … did things the other way around this time?" Blane scrunched his brows in confusion as Kurt broke eye-contact and blushed. It took a moment but soon realization settled over him.

"You want to top." Blaine said with a smile.

"Well, when you say it it sounds reasonable. I couldnt think of a way to word it."

"Im fine with whatever you want Kurt."

"Are you sure? Because its always wonderful the other way and if you…"

Blaine interrupted him with a kiss. "I promise I wouldnt say it was okay if it wasnt. In fact it sounds…" Blaines eyes slid closed at the thought of Kurt inside of him. "Kurt… just trust me when I say yes."

"Its only that know that is probably how you do it with your other clients and I dont want it to be… like them."

"Kurt you are nothing like my other clients, in fact lets not even talk about them."

Kurt nodded emphatically. "Yeah, good idea. Sorry I even mentioned it."

Blaine kissed him again grabbing one of Kurts hands and leading it back so that Kurt was gripping his ass.

Kurt gasped and bucked up against him, "I dont know how to do this for you." He breathed.

"Thats fine, youve always been an incredibly fast learner."

Kurt reached a hand up and smoothed his fingertips down Blaines face with a feather-light touch. "I dont want to hurt you."

"You wont," Blaine answered softly locking eyes with him and them kissing him so deeply Blaine forgot for a moment what they were doing. When they broke apart for breath they stare at each other for a moment studying one another before Blaine got up to grab everything they would need.

He came back to the bed and Kurt was sitting up, his eyes round and watching him intently. "Im so glad I met you." Kurt sighed and the words made a shiver run down Blaines back. "I hope you know that you are so much more than just… just an escort to me."

Blaine knelt on the bed and crawled up to Kurt holding his face in his hands. "I do know that." Blaine said even as his heart leap in his chest. He kissed him sweetly and then put the bottle of lube in his hands. "Ill tell you what to do."

Kurt nodded and his lips twitched up in a smile. Kurt took things slowly, very tentative at first, so much so that Blaine had to roll over from laying on his stomach to lock eyes with Kurt and assure him it was alright to be a little more forceful.

Kurt found his rhythm eventually and soon Blaine was gripping the pillow beneath him and swearing.

Kurt froze. "Are you okay?"

"God, Kurt. Please, please dont stop."

Kurt leaned over and kissed his shoulder and then continued. Soon Blaine felt ready, more than ready, he felt like if he didnt have Kurt right then hed just shake apart. Kurt carefully stacked another pillow under Blaines hips and then leaned his long, lithe form over him. Blaine could feel Kurt hard behind him, brushing against his hot skin, the contact made him moan. He could also feel Kurt trembling and he turned his head to look at him. Kurt was flushed and sweating and looked eager and Blaine realized how taxing it must have been on Kurt to work him open so slowly. His heart swelled and he reached for one of Kurts hands.

Kurt braced himself and started lowering himself down, again so slow and cautious, pausing and asking Blaine if he was alright before carefully moving again. Once he was fully sheathed he leaned over Blaines body and Blaine kept a firm grip on his hand. Kurt started rocking and Blaine rolled his hips to meet him. Kurt let out a startled cry and Blaine smiled into the pillow knowing that this was the first time Kurt had ever felt this way.

They were both desperately needy and once they started moving together Blaine knew it wasnt going to last long. That was okay, he needed this release and sensed that Kurt did as well. Blaine moved against Kurt and Kurt thrust forward one hand clasped in Blaines the other gripping his hip. Kurt was whimpering as he let go of Blaines waist to reach around and begin to pump him the way Blaine had done for him so many times.

It didnt take long for Kurts whimpers to turn to shouts and then with a long cry of "Blaine!" Kurt came.

Hearing his name fall from Kurts lips as he climaxed was enough to topple Blaine over the edge. He didnt think Kurt had ever called his name out like that before and it drove him wild. He called Kurts name as well and gripped the pillow so hard he was lucky he didnt rip it.

Blaine laid still on the bed once hed come down, Kurt draped heavily over his back and he could feel him quivering. Blaine moaned and rolled over keeping hold of Kurt and gasping a little as Kurt slid out of him. Soon he was on his back with Kurt collapsed on him, both of them breathing together and not willing to move yet.

"That was different." Kurt finally managed to say.

"A good different?"

"Blaine, Im barely breathing right now, what do you think?"

Blaine laughed and placed a kiss to Kurts hair. Kurt scooted away and took a moment to clean up before sliding back down to pillow his head on Blaines chest again. They were both peacefully quiet for a moment, Kurt rubbing his fingers over Blaines chest making him feel relaxed and sleepy before he spoke again. "Why did you give up your dream of being on the stage?"

Blaine opened his eyes that had slid shut and stared up at the ceiling. That question came out of the blue, then again Kurt had probably been wanting to ask it for days. Blaines sex drunk mind couldnt think of anything to do but answer. And really, he didnt mind Kurt knowing this story. He trusted him.

"I didnt give it up as much as… it became impractical."

Kurt moved up so they were face to face. "What do you mean?"

Blaine looked at Kurts eyes, so eager and open like he just wanted to know Blaine, how could he resist that? "I grew up with money. I was very lucky in that I never worried how I was going to pay for college or pursue my dreams. And then all of that changed. My Junior year in High School my fathers business collapsed and we lost almost everything. I was only able to keep attending Dalton because my older brother helped pay for it. When I came to New York I was determined to work hard and pay my way through college. I was at NYU for a year before I dropped out."

Blaine paused, he had rolled to his side to face Kurt but he rolled back to his back again, not able to meet Kurts gaze. "It was too much, working full time and the high scholastic standards at NYU, and trying for parts in school productions. I was fortunate with my job at Fairytale Press and I know other people work full time and go to school… but I just wasnt making ends meet. I dropped out, I always planned on going back again later... Ms. Anna, who owns the bookstore, let me live in the apartment behind it for low rent. Even then, saving money in New York is nearly impossible."

Blaine stopped talking and licked his lips. Hed never really told this whole story to anyone, not even his brother knew about his two jobs.

"And thats when you became an escort?" Kurt prompted.

"Yes." He turned to look at Kurt again needing to gauge his reaction, but Kurt just smiled a little at him, no judgement in his eyes.

"Werent you scared at first? Doing this?"

"Not really. It happened kind of on accident. I was out at a bar one night and some guy started hitting on me and then offered to pay me if I went back to his place with him. I was already into him and I probably would have gone home with him regardless… and I needed the money. It went like that for a while, word got around about me. Eventually I decided to work for an agency because it is safer that way."

"Safer?" Kurt asked his brows furrowing in concern.

"They know where I am and who Im with and I check in with them." Blaine watched as Kurt worried his lip and thought through this new information.

"Have you ever had something bad happen with a client?" Kurt asked and his voice was barely a whisper. Like he couldnt even bear the thought.

"Ive met some real jerks and had a couple of close calls, but nothing really bad."

Kurt sat up on his elbow to look at him. "I dont like that. I really dont like that." His voice shook a little and his eyes were like steel. Blaine reached up to hold his wrist and pull him back down kissing his temple and then his lips.

"Its fine Kurt. Im fine. And we shouldnt be talking about this. I dont talk about this with my clients."

"But Im not a-" Kurt stopped and swallowed. "I mean Im not just a client am I?"

"No. Youre more than that." Blaine brushed some hair out of Kurts face and smiled at him hoping to wipe the worried look away as well. "Do you think cold pasta is any good? Because Ive worked up an appetite."

Kurt looked at him for a long moment as if deciding if hed allow the change of topic, but then he seemed to realize not to press. He grinned at Blaine and got up from the bed, he was so much more confident with his naked body now than when they first met and Blaine enjoyed the sight. Kurt grabbed a robe from the bathroom and tossed one to Blaine. "I think cold pasta could be delicious right now."

Kurt didnt ask any more difficult questions that evening, they ate dinner and then went for another round before curling up together. Kurt was fast asleep and Blaine was close to it himself, but his sleepy thoughts were stuck on how little Kurt was like a client to him, how Kurt knew him better than almost anyone, and how much that realization scared him.