Blaine roamed around the hotel room slowly finding random items and belongings that he had managed to acquire throughout the week. He couldn't believe how much he had collected in such a short space of time. Kurt had really bestowed him with many gifts and clothing, so many in fact that it was actually quite embarrassing. He had more things here in the hotel room than he actually owned in his shared apartment with Sam.

He had made a decision: he was leaving.

Blaine was returning to his real world, a world where he lived without Kurt. He refused to believe however that his life as a prostitute was all that was there was for him. There had to be more and he was determined to make it more. He was not one to just lie down and give up. Blaine had ideas and plans which he was sure he could obtain and they were ones that he was going to be able to achieve all by himself.

His hands found the box that contained the expensive watch Kurt had given him the evening before when they had been preparing to leave for Les Miserables. He opened the case, his eyes drinking in the sight of the most expensive and exquisite item he had ever possessed. This watch was tainted though, tainted with a love that could not be returned, could not be matched. Blaine knew what he must do. He would not be able to take it with him because no matter how much time passed, whenever Blaine would look at it, he would always be reminded of Kurt and the love that could not be so.

He returned to the bedroom and placed the box gently on Kurt's pillow. Blaine didn't care how much Kurt would protest, he wasn't going to keep it. He sat on the bed and closed his eyes, his mind's eye taking him straight back to when they had made love. Damn! Sam had been right, you should never get involved with a client and most importantly, you should never kiss a client! It was the biggest rookie mistake ever.

The sound of the room's doorbell startled Blaine out of his reverie. He touched the box one last time and then rose to answer it. He was less than impressed when he opened the door to find Rachel on the other side.

"Well, well, hello again," Rachel purred up at him, her small body leaning provocatively against the doorframe. She looked past him and into the room ensuring that Blaine was alone. "I'm looking for Kurt," she announced just to double check that her quick perusal was definitely correct, that it would be just the two of them.

"Kurt's not here, I thought he was with you," Blaine replied uneasily. Rachel was the last person he wanted to see and all he could think of was when she had approached him at the fashion show. And this was really mean of him, all he could think about was how right at this moment, she looked as cheap as the many female prostitutes he often saw down on the Boulevard. He didn't know what she was playing at but her hair was loose and tousled around her face, her dress was dangerously short and her lips had been painted too thickly with lipstick.

Rachel gave her head one firm shake in disagreement and without any invitation from Blaine, she sauntered into the room. He gave a disbelieving glare to her back. Couldn't she sense that she wasn't welcome here? "No, Kurt is definitely not ‘with me'," Rachel told him giving Blaine a quick glance over her shoulder.

Blaine couldn't move, frozen at the door wishing he could miraculously find a way that would get her to leave. He had a sudden feeling that this whole situation was not going to turn out well. "No. If Kurt were with me ..." and then she paused so she could correct herself. "When, actually Kurt was with me, he didn't blow off billion dollar deals."

Blaine swallowed deeply at hearing her words. This definitely was not going to end well. He gave one last longing hopeful stare at the door but it was pointless, Rachel was already on her way to the bar. He closed the door and hoped she would stay over there, far away where he could ignore her angry ranting until Kurt did show up.

"Mind if I have a drink?" she asked, even though she wasn't really asking because she was already searching for a glass.

"No, not at all," Blaine replied politely, hoping that he could keep her appeased for now.

She took a not so elegant pose on one of the stools beside the bar revealing an ample amount of her lovely shaped legs and cast him a provocative glance. Blaine blushed and turned away, an act that Rachel found very amusing. She gave a knowing delighted smile and then refocused her attention on the bar. Her hands found the scotch and a glass but she continued to speak as she poured her drink.

"In actually fact, I think that Kurt's with you," she took a quick sip and cast him another angry glare, "that's what I think."

It was suddenly obvious that her anger wasn't just directed at Kurt but also at him. Blaine shifted uncomfortably and edged towards the sofa trying to put even more distance between the two of them. He wasn't going to be able to ignore her now. Blaine had no idea what had happened this morning but from the looks of things, Rachel was far from happy from the outcome.

‘Gosh, Kurt! Where are you?’ He wondered. Kurt would know how to handle Rachel. He would know how to get rid of her.

"Uh," Blaine began nervously, "Kurt will be back soon. Any minute, he'll be home." He sat on one of the sofas and reached for a magazine, anything to try and distract himself.

"You know...this is not home. This is a hotel room," Rachel began again eyeing him up from where she sat. She rose to her feet and sidled her way across the floor towards him. "And, uh, you are not... a gentleman." Her slight frame perched beside him, her eyes dark with the threat she held there. She crossed her legs leaning into him not worried for one moment that her dress was now sitting inappropriately at the top of her thighs. "You're a hooker," she whispered cruelly into his ears and Blaine visibly shrunk away from her. The glass found its way back to her lips and she took another drink but this time it was large gulp. 

"Maybe, you're a very good hooker," she suggested holding the glass against the side of her cheek as she gave a sly chuckle. The glass was quickly discarded on the coffee table and she leaned in even further ensuring that an ample amount of her cleavage was now showing. Her eyes gleamed viciously and Blaine swallowed hard. She had the expression of a hunter and if Blaine gave her the chance, he was certain that she would devour him in one single bite.

"You know, maybe if I do you, then I wouldn't care about losing millions of dollars," Rachel said softly her lips only inches from his ear. "And, I have to be very honest with you right now Blaine, because right now, I really do care. I really do." Blaine could sense where this was going. He could physically overpower Rachel but he didn't want it to come to that, he didn't want to have to become physically aggressive with a woman. What really had gotten under Blaine's skin was the mere fact that she was attempting this, despite the fact that she would have to know that there were real genuine feelings between Kurt and him.

"And right now," she continued. "I am really pissed, you know?" Blaine recoiled from her presence crossing his arms and holding them defensively across his body. "Right now I am just freaking out." She reached over and placed her hand on his knee. Blaine jolted, the action causing her hand to slip free but he still flashed her a vicious glare. Rachel however, simply ignored his subtle hint to back off. "So, maybe if I screw you...." She continued grabbing his knee more firmly and slowly sliding her hand up his thigh, "and take you to a musical, I can be a happy girl." She firmly squeezed the inside of his thigh and Blaine was finally forced to struggle against her. He grabbed her hand and yanked it free but she wasn't going to stop there. In a flash she was up on the couch leaning over his body poised on her hands and knees, her very presence forcing him back against the sofa so he was virtually lying down.

"Rachel, I can't do this!" Blaine cried wishing she would just get off him. Her hands and knees walked further up the couch so she was now straddled over his chest and then to his horror, she raised one hand, running it down his chest and then even lower. He gasped in surprise as her hand found him and tried to tease him gently.

That was it! That was where it had to end. Blaine brought his hands to her shoulders and gave her a hard push. She fell back falling ungracefully onto the sofa, a short surprised yelp escaping from her lips.

He had to get out of there. He had to get away from her. Blaine pulled himself further up on the sofa aiming to make a run for it but in his haste he tumbled over the side and hit his head on the coffee table. A loud whack echoed through the hotel room and Blaine grabbed his head gasping in pain. The accident prevented him from escaping. He cast another worried glance at Rachel and noted the drastic change in her face where now, a venomous scowl had darkened her features. Rachel was not a woman who liked to be turned down.

And before he could move to escape her next attack, she lunged at him with incredible speed and strength, straddling him again and pinning him down on the floor. He was so taken aback and surprised he couldn't move.

"Do you really think that he would want to stick around for you? Do you really think he could love you?" She yelled evilly. "You're just a whore! A good for nothing whore who he picked up off the side of the road. Don't you know," she cried holding his arms while small speckles of spit flew from her mouth, "that when he returns to New York, he has a line of men just waiting for him. How could you ever expect him to want you forever?" And then she laughed spitefully. "You're such a fool!"

She wasn't a woman any longer, she was a monster and the horrible words that were spewing from her mouth were doing their job. They were tearing down all of the last remnants of hope that Blaine had held onto that Kurt might, just might love him in return. He stared at her aghast. Could her words be true? Of course they were true! Kurt was not the kind of man who didn't have many men pining away for his attention. He was a handsome, caring, successful man who anybody would be eager to have. And then Blaine flinched as he guessed that right at this moment, Kurt was probably hiding from him unable to hide his embarrassment at having Blaine confess his love for him. Yes, how could Kurt love him? He was just a good-for-nothing prostitute. What a pathetic little dream that he had built up around himself!

Rachel's face suddenly changed, softening somewhat as she saw his horror. "I'm so sorry Blaine, you know I don't want to say these horrible things to you. It's just, I want to spare you from the heartache, the pain. Deep down you know it's true, Kurt can't really return love to someone who's just a prostitute." She ran a finger nail gently down his face. "We all have our place in the world and yours, well, yours is in the service of sex."

Her words were sinking in, she was right. He couldn't do anything else. He was a prostitute, nothing else and that was all his life was ever going to be.

Rachel leaned her head down and brought her lips to his but just like any other prostitute, he turned his head and her lips found his cheek instead. It didn't worry her though because his hands had suddenly come to rest on her waist. She smiled at his touch, his hands warm and strong around her body. Her lips lingered by his neck and she settled down onto his lap sensing his surrender. "You can do this, you know you can," she whispered into his ear and then she added slyly, "and I always pay well."

Their eyes locked but Blaine quickly looked away, closing his. He did not want to look her. How could this be happening? A week ago he wouldn't have given it a second thought, but the feeling of someone other than Kurt on him, rocked him to his soul. Rachel lips found his soft skin again and she trailed them gently down to his collarbone, her hands slowly wandering lower and lower but before they could return to where they had gone earlier, Blaine reached down and grasped her hand.

"Get off me," he told her coldly. He might be just a prostitute but he always followed his own rules. He was the one who decided who he did, when he did it and where he did it. Blaine was not going to let Rachel dictate what he should do and manipulate him into having sex with her. And furthermore, he couldn't do that to Kurt. Kurt might not love him but it was obvious that he would never forgive him if he ever did something so low as to turn tricks with her. "Get off me!" he repeated even more forcefully than before.

Rachel only laughed, "Still delusional!"

They struggled once more and she laughed all the while, somehow finding the situation humorous. He hated the sound of that laugh. It was cold, empty and condescending. Her laughter however was suddenly interrupted when an angry Kurt suddenly appeared above them.

"What are you doing?!" Kurt yelled and unlike Blaine, Kurt didn't hesitate to lay his hands on her. "Get off him Rachel!" 

"I'm only doing what you deserve!" Rachel cried. "You hurt me! So I'm going to hurt you. And your man down there was more than willing a few moments ago!"

Blaine gasped and stared up at Kurt pleadingly. "That's not true Kurt! You know it's not true!"

Blaine didn't need to beg though, Kurt was more than aware of what Rachel was capable of and lying was definitely one of them. Kurt half dragged her, half pulled her towards the door. He couldn't believe what he had witnessed. He knew that Rachel could stoop to low levels but he never thought she was capable of what he had heard when he had entered the room. He couldn't believe that Rachel would try to come here and seek her revenge on him by trying to seduce and take advantage of Blaine. "Get out of here!" he ordered her, pushing her violently towards the door. He quickly pointed his finger in the direction of the exit to emphasize his point.

She glared up at him her eyes wild, her chest heaving and her hands shaking. How could he do this to him? How could Kurt have fallen for someone who truly belonged to the scourge of society? He was so much better than this. She gave another quick look at Blaine, her face filled with contempt.  

"He's a whore Kurt!" She yelled up at him. "He's a god damn..."

"Shut up!" Kurt yelled furiously, he raced towards the door and flung it open bending down to grab her handbag on his way. He didn't pause and flung it out of the hotel room.

"What is wrong with you?" Rachel screamed. She stormed over to him, completely unaware that Kurt was trying very hard to not act even more violently against her. They were now only inches apart, right in each other's faces, and Kurt was trying, really trying to control his emotions. Rachel didn't sense it and only continued. "Come on! I've been here for ten years, Kurt! I devoted my whole life to you!"

"That's bullshit. This is such bullshit!" Kurt's chest heaved with rage. "It's the kill you love, not me. I made you a very rich woman doing exactly what you loved. Now, get out of here!" Rachel didn't move unable to comprehend that Kurt was actually choosing Blaine over her. "GET OUT!" he screamed this time.

Rachel gaped at him in disbelief. Her previous stiff composure destroyed, leaving only a dishevelled, messy haired, angry woman before him. She gave one last venomous glare at Blaine, turned and stalked out of the room. 

The door slammed shut behind her.