"It's not a big deal?" Kurt repeated incredulously, "Santana, when you asked me to take your shift for the night because you had things to do, I didn't think you would work in a brothel!" he exclaimed angrily.

"Relax sweet-pie, I'm a waitress there and so you will be. See? No need to worry." She replied lightly, studying her nails.

"I need to worry alright." Kurt insisted, glancing around nervously.

"Shit." Santana uttered suddenly, "Alright, hold on a second here. How tight are you pants?" she asked amusedly.

"Fuck you, Satan." Kurt growled threateningly, "Fine." He grumbled a moment later. "They're tight."

Santana let out a laugh. "Well Hummel, who knew you'd become such a catch after High School?" she paused. "That guy at Rachel's party, was he your tenth boyfriend?"

"Maybe." Kurt shrugged evasively, "I guess getting rid of the baby-fat did wonders for me."

"It sure did." Santana drawled, "Alright, gotta go. Talk to you later."

Kurt breathed deeply. "Fine. But you owe me."

"Whatever, Hummel. Just get laid, it's gonna make you less grumpy tomorrow." She hang up.

Kurt stared at the screen, sighing inwardly, when Janet-their head bartender-motioned at him.

"Hey, new kid. Fetch a Cosmopolitan and Mai Tai. Table six."

It was going to be a long night.

"No guys, seriously. This is a bad idea." Blaine insisted as his best friends led him towards the establishment.

"Blaine, you're turning eighteen and you haven't had a boyfriend yet. We're going in there." Wes chastised.

"Exactly." David agreed, "You're losing your virginity tonight either you want it or not." He finished sternly.

"What's your problem, anyway?" Wes asked, "We're paying." He added, brandishing his father's credit card.

"Does your dad know you'll use his card to pay for a male prostitute?" Blaine voiced, "'Cause I'm not sure he could handle it."

"Of course not, silly." Wes replied easily, "He's not gonna find out, I know how these places work."

"That sounds suspicious." Blaine mumbled as they entered the brothel.

Almost immediately his eyes fell upon a long figure, leaning against the bar.

He unconsciously took a few steps forward, freezing when the man turned towards him. Though he was not looking at him, Blaine kept staring, finding it hard to believe that someone could be as beautiful as this man appeared to be.

He was really tall but no more than he should be, his body long and lean yet with clear muscle definition underneath his clothing which was ridiculously tight on him, stretching across his torso and showing off his thighs and ass.

His face was indistinguishable because of the distance yet Blaine could clearly see his eye color, an outlandish blue as well as his skin tone, a light beige that seemed almost like fine porcelain.

Simply, he was entranced.

Wes whistled, snapping Blaine out of his thoughts. "Look David, our friend just got whipped." He joked, motioning towards the man's way.

"He's drooling, isn't he?" David laughed, nudging Blaine on the shoulder. "You like him?" he asked.

"He's beautiful." Blaine breathed, still staring off the distance dreamily.

"Alright buddy, just stay here. We'll do the work." Wes instructed as they both walked the other way, leaving Blaine alone.

"Hey," Janet prodded Kurt lightly on his side, "See that boy there? Curly hair, cute face, kinda short?" she asked.

Kurt turned around to see a young boy staring at him, his lips slightly parted. "Yes?"

"He's in love with you." She laughed, "Poor kid, he's gonna be disappointed."

"What is he doing here, anyway?" Kurt voiced, his head cocked on the side, "He's so young."

"See his friends beside him? They're straight." She noted and Kurt looked at her surprised.

"How do you know?"

"I just do." She smiled, returning her attention to the boy in the middle. "He's not though. I'd say he's a hopeless romantic, finished high school without getting laid and his friends got tired of watching Disney movies with him so they brought him here." Jane finished, looking extremely pleased with her deductive skills.

"You're kidding, right?" Kurt said, looking at her searchingly.

"Of course. I just made the whole thing up in my head." She replied off-handedly, "Oh, look! His friends are coming." She exclaimed suddenly.

"Hello." Said the Asian boy, looking at Janet though he kept glancing swiftly towards Kurt. "Our friend-Blaine-over there," he motioned towards the shorter boy, "is turning eighteen today and we thought it was time-

"To pop his cherry." Jenna offered, smiling charmingly.

"Exactly." The other boy agreed, "So, we've already made reservation at a five star hotel and our friend, Blaine would like this guy for him." He finished, pointing at Kurt.

Janet laughed. "I'm afraid Kurt is not-

"Actually, I am." Kurt cut her off as she turned towards him, her eyes widening in surprise.

"I'm free for tonight." He continued, smiling sweetly. "We can leave now, if he wants."

Both boys grinned. "Great." The black one said, "We'll leave you now." He winked.

"Goodbye." Kurt waved, trying to hide his laughter as the two boys left the place after giving a high-five to Blaine who looked positively confused.

"You're actually going to go with him? For sex?" Janet voiced disbelievingly.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because he's cute and I haven't had a boyfriend in six months." Kurt replied, "I feel lonely, you know."

Janet looked at him in a mixture of bewilderment and awe. "Maybe Santana was right after all." she mused.

Kurt bit his lip. "What did she tell you about me?"

"Well," Janet smiled sweetly, "She said and I quote, Hummel looks vanilla and shit but don't be fooled, he's real wanky once you get to know him."