Kurt pulled up in front of a dodgy looking empty house that was probably full of crack heads. He leaned out of the window spying a homeless man on the side of the road, the evening light cascading down on his handsome elegant face.

"Excuse me, can you tell how to get to Beverly Hills?" Kurt asked calling out to the man.

"You're here! That's Sylvester Stallone's house, right there!"                                  

Kurt frowned and pulled away wishing, just wishing, that he could find his hotel.

***

"Yeah, well...Maybe we should get a pimp, you know," Sam suggested. "Tina really digs you."

"And then she'll run our lives and take all our money," Blaine said leaning into Sam. "No!"

"You're right! We say who, we say when, we say how much!"

"Do you think I look good tonight?" Blaine asked smoothing out his clothes nervously. His scruffy rough look was something he usually only pulled out on special occasions and when he did, he always got more jobs, and more money. And for that reason, he was always a little nervous at the beginning of an evening.

"No! I love this look! It's very wild! Wild choice!" Sam smiled his hands going up to touch Blaine's hair but then he stopped himself knowing that Blaine would not appreciate his curls being messed with. He didn't let his curls roam free very often. They were usually hidden under mountains of gel.

The sound of a screeching car going far too fast around the corner suddenly greeted their ears.

"Oh yo, Oh yo! Catch this!" Sam called out holding onto the parking meter and leaning out into the street.

"Wait a minute, that's a Lotus Esprit!" Blaine exclaimed in surprise as the car raced past them. It pulled to a stop a short distance away, its engine purring loudly as its driver searched frantically around him.

"No, that's rent!" Sam said with a big smile on this face. "You should go for him, you look hot tonight!" He gave Blaine a quick once over. "Don't take less than a hundred. Call me when you're through, take care of you!"

"Take care of you!" Blaine replied in a resigned manner. The first of many clients for tonight he thought to himself.

They gave each other a quick hug and Blaine turned towards the car, starting his impressive strut down the road, his arms swaying by his sides and his hips moving seductively but not with too much exaggeration. Just with enough sass that any female or male walking past couldn't help but stop and have a look. Sam called out excitedly after him.

"Work it! Work it babe! Work it! Work it! Own it!"

*** 

"Yes, you can handle this!" Kurt told himself staring at the stick shift. "First is here somewhere."

"Hey sugar, are you looking for a date?" Blaine asked leaning casually into the passenger window, his honey colored eyes dark and large in the shadows.

"No, I want to find Beverly Hills," Kurt replied distractedly so worried about the car that he failed to notice just how handsome the man beckoning him, was. "Can you give me some directions?"

"Sure, for five bucks!" Blaine replied flashing him a sexy smile. He had done this dance on many occasions and was more than prepared to carry on for a little while before he gave up on earning their rent money back.

"Ridiculous!" Kurt shook his head in disbelief.

"Price just went up to ten!" Blaine announced seriously with a quick don't-mess-with-me-darling look.

"You can't charge me for directions," Kurt spluttered.

"I can do anything I want to babe, I ain't lost!" And with that Blaine leaned back against the car letting his round butt hang in through the open window. Kurt stared because it really was one fine looking ass.

"Alright, ok, alright, you win, I lose!" Kurt sighed finally giving in.

Blaine smiled to himself, opened the car door and sank down into the seat.

"You won't regret this!" Blaine said with a big smile and Kurt felt his heart jump. He hadn't realized just how handsome this young man was when he had been leaning in through his car window. But now, sitting beside him, he could see that his guy was hot! Oh boy! Kurt thought to himself, this could be trouble!

"What's your name?" Kurt asked as they pulled away from the curb. The man next to him in the car might be hot, but he was also a stranger and Kurt wasn't the type of person to pick up any random individual that he didn't know off the side of the road.

"What do you want it to be?" Blaine asked coyly. Kurt only stared back at him with a look that also told Blaine that he was a strong willed man who wouldn't play any of his games.

"It's D..." but in that moment, in that car, for some reason he couldn't put on his other persona that matched his scruffy look.

"Blaine, my name is Blaine," he told him softly and their eyes met again.

Kurt felt like he could have stared into Blaine's eyes all night but he suddenly remembered he was still in the driver's seat and looked back to the road. 

"Blaine..." Kurt said to himself. He shook his head and hoped that he would be able to find first gear in front of this gorgeous man.

"What hotel are you staying at?" Blaine asked doing up his seatbelt.

"The Regent Beverly Wilshire."

Blaine's eyebrows rose. Wow! He had scored tonight. He gave the directions and the car half jumped and half screeched back down the road.

"Man! This baby must corner like it's on rails," Blaine exclaimed his eyes wide in awe.

"I beg your pardon?" Kurt asked not really having heard what Blaine had said because he was still trying to find third.

"Doesn't this blow your mind? This is only 4 cylinders," Blaine told him excitement clear in his eyes. Kurt looked back with a blank expression on his face.

"How do you know that?"

"I used to work on cars with my dad," Blaine replied and for one instant the smile left his face and a somber expression filled it instead. It was only for an instant though and then he reminded himself that he was working. Kurt however, hadn't missed it.

"So... how is it you know so little about cars?" Blaine asked before Kurt could question his last comment.

"My first car was a limousine." Kurt cringed feeling uncomfortable at having to say limousine, it sounded so pretentious. And then with another unsuccessful gear change and another painful screech from the car he added, "Maybe you could drive."

Blaine's head flicked around to him with lighting speed, surprise written all over his face.

***

"Fasten your seatbelts. I'm taking you for the ride of your life. I'm going to show you what this car can really do!" Blaine declared, a playful happy smile covering his face.

Kurt swallowed worriedly and gazed across at Blaine, who was now in the driver's seat. He hoped he hadn't made a huge mistake.

The car hurtled off the curb once again but this time it did so more smoothly. Kurt was impressed and his eyes flicked down to the strong looking hands that were on the gear stick. Hands that he suddenly wished he could know how they felt. He swallowed uncomfortably before he spoke.

"Tell me, what kind of money do you guys make these days? Ballpark?"

"Can't take less than a hundred dollars," Blaine replied easily, just like he was giving the price of a cup of a coffee, an expensive cup of coffee.

"A hundred dollars a night?" Kurt asked in amazement.

"An hour," Blaine corrected with one quick look in Kurt's direction.

"An hour!? You make a hundred dollars an hour and all you've got is those sexy jeans keeping your goods in place? You've got to be joking!" Kurt exclaimed still completely taken aback by the figure that had been quoted to him.

"I never joke about money," Blaine told him firmly.

"Neither do I."

They were silent for a moment but Kurt still couldn't get over the amount.

"A hundred dollars an hour....pretty stiff!" He commented again.

Blaine leaned over and reached down into Kurt's crotch. He was never this forward or tacky in real life but when he was in his role, his working clothes, his other persona came forward and it was all go, go, go. "Well, No! But it's got potential..." he said happy with what he felt down there. It definitely had potential!

Kurt looked back at Blaine, unable to believe that he had just touched his dick. He hadn't expected it, but it was a bold move that he also found attractive. He liked men who were brave and sure of themselves. Their eyes locked in a knowing powerful battle. Without a doubt, the chemistry between them was real.

***

"Good evening Mr. Hummel, will you be needing the car anymore tonight?"

"I hope not!" Kurt cried with a short laugh as he climbed out of the car.

"Aaah, we're here." They stood quietly in uncomfortable silence, Blaine hoping, just hoping that Kurt would invite him up. It wasn't the fact that he needed to make rent anymore, there was something else, the way their eyes had connected when they had been in the car. This man he had just met was cool and controlled on the outside. The inside however, suggested a whole lot more.

Kurt was totally smitten on Blaine, he really was his type. Inviting a prostitute into him room however was not something that he'd ever done before and he really didn't want Blaine to think that he was some desperate lonely pervert. Oh, but to be able to get his hands onto that body.

"So, you'll be alright?" Kurt asked still not having plucked up the courage to ask Blaine but also not wanting their encounter to end just yet.

"Yeah, I'm gonna grab a cab with my money," Blaine told him drinking in the vision of Kurt in his finely tailored suit.

"Go back to your office," Kurt joked playfully and Blaine giggled.

"Back to my office."

There was an awkward pause and sure that Kurt was not going to invite him in, Blaine began to turn away.

"Thanks for the ride," he said trying not to let his disappointment show. He wandered over to the bus stop and sat down casually on the bench giving Kurt the opportunity to ponder over his dilemma for a little bit longer.

Kurt was pondering, his eyes drinking in Blaine's muscular back and broad shoulders.

Yeah, this night couldn't end just yet.

"I was thinking," Kurt began edging closer. "Did you really say a hundred dollars an hour?"

"Uh hmm," Blaine hummed looking back over his shoulder, a twinkle in his eye.

"Well, if you don't have any prior arrangements," Kurt began politely shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "I would be very pleased if you accompanied me into to the hotel."

It was the politest proposition Blaine had ever received.

"You got it," he responded jumping to his feet. He didn't need any further invitation tonight.

"What's your name?" Blaine asked when he was standing at Kurt's side.

"Kurt."

"Kurt! That's my favourite name in the whole world!" Blaine cried with a chuckle. He nudged Kurt in the shoulder.

Kurt laughed knowingly all too aware of the game that Blaine was playing.

He stopped short, the laugh disappearing off his lips.

"Just make sure you keep the conversation non-work related as we go in," Kurt told him in a hushed tone.

"Why?" Blaine asked.

"This is not the kind of establishment that rents rooms by the hour."