Kurt guided Blaine through the hotel lobby, Blaine's mouth dropping open at the extravagance before him. He had never stepped inside such a fine building before. He couldn't believe the wealth that was before him. His eyes fell on the other patrons milling around, their clothes elegant and refined. All of a sudden, Blaine felt out of place, out of depth and utterly overwhelmed.

They approached the lift and Blaine's working alter ego come rushing forth. This is what happened when he went into work mode and even more so when he felt insecure. It was his natural defense mechanism and sometimes when this happened, he did come off a little obnoxious.

"Oh honey, you know what's happened? I've got a split in my jeans!" he cried examining his butt ever so carefully in the mirror beside the lift. "Oh!" he said rubbing his hands all over his round ass. "I don't! It's just the lighting." And before Kurt could even think of a response in front of the bedazzled on lookers, the lift doors opened and Blaine waltzed right in. 

"Well colour me happy there's a sofa in here for two!" Blaine exclaimed loudly.

"First time in a lift," Kurt explained to the waiting couple beside them, hoping that his cool exterior was still in place even though inside he was suddenly wondering what on Earth he had gotten himself into.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." Blaine rose quickly from the sofa, and he really couldn't because sometimes his working ego really couldn't help itself.

"Try," Kurt chided giving him a soft but firm look.

They rode the rest of the way up in silence and Blaine believed that the lift would suddenly shoot out of the roof of the hotel and keep soaring into the sky they were in it for so long. The lift finally came to a stop and the bell boy turned his head slightly.

"Pent House," he told them.

"The Pent House? Oooo!" Blaine gave Kurt a wink and sidled out, his hips swaying sexily.

They entered Kurt's room and Blaine couldn't stop his jaw from dropping at the sight that met him. He didn't often lose his composure when he worked but this room was...amazing. This was supposed to be a hotel room? The lounge room alone was bigger than the apartment he shared with Sam.

"Impressed?" Kurt asked watching him closely.

"Are you kidding me?" Blaine announced trying to be all nonchalant. "I come here all the time. As a matter of fact, they do hire this room by the hour."

Kurt gave a little chuckle and walked the short distance to his desk deciding to let Blaine get used to his new surroundings before he attempted to have a conversation with him. He set about organizing his papers and Blaine took the opportunity to learn more about Kurt, this unusual quiet, hot man who had invited him up for the hour. The room however, was clean and devoid of personal items and Blaine shivered, realizing that despite its extravagance, it was cold and empty. It was not a room that he would want to stay in.

"Well, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?" Blaine asked reverting back to work mode and trying to ignore how lonely he suddenly believed Kurt was.

"You want to know something, I don't have a clue?" Kurt answered putting the letter he had been holding down on his desk. He eyed Blaine. Yes, Blaine was definitely the type of man he went for but this wasn't his usual way of getting some action.

"I hadn't exactly planned this," Kurt revealed still unable to take his eyes off him.

"Well, do you plan everything?" Blaine asked sitting in the seat opposite the desk.

"Always."

"Yeah, me too." But then Blaine stopped and reconsidered. "No, I'm not a planner. I wouldn't say I was. I would say I was a kind of fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants guy. You know, moment to moment. That's me. That's ...yeah."

The same awkward pause from earlier returned.

"You know you could pay me. That's one way, maybe break the ice," Blaine suggested wishing that he could find any excuse to just rip Kurt's clothes off right then and there. He wasn't used to this quiet slow approach, usually his clients were the ones diving on him and tonight he felt it was going to be completely the other way round.

"I'm sorry, of course," Kurt responded. "I'm sure cash is acceptable."

"Cash works for me!" Blaine flashed him another large smile. They were so close now and with the cash in his hand, he could use it as an excuse to get down to work. He followed Kurt back to the desk where Blaine knew he was trying to keep a safe distance. Blaine wasn't going to let him hide any longer though. He sat down on the desk and battered his long lashes seductively.

"You're on my fax," Kurt informed him. It was the only thing he was able to get out of his mouth.

"Well, that's one I haven't been on before," Blaine told him and he leaned over quite slowly, deliberately flashing that ever so cute butt of his Kurt's direction. Kurt shyly leaned forward and took the papers out from underneath Blaine, knowing all too well that he was being played.

"Cute, very cute," he laughed trying to convey to Blaine that he knew exactly what Blaine was doing. Who was he kidding? He was putty in Blaine's hands right now. Kurt leaned back in his seat uneasily. He wasn't used to dealing with sex in such an off-handed unromantic way. Sure he was a man who liked to fuck, but apart from a few one night stands when he was younger, he was really a man who liked to connect with someone before he had sex with them.

Blaine however mistakenly took Kurt's new posture in his chair as time for them to get started. He reached down into his back pocket and pulled out a large selection of condoms.

"Alright, here we go. Pick one! I've got red, I've got green, I've got yellow, I'm out of purple, but I do have one gold circle coin left. The condom of champions, the one and only, nothing is getting through this sucker, what do you say? Hmm?" He waved the condoms around in front of Kurt's face and Kurt sighed.

"A buffet of safety," Kurt confirmed staring at the condoms with a frown.

"I'm a safety boy!" Blaine disclosed with a quick shrug.

Kurt sighed and stood up.

"Alright, let's get one of these on you!" Blaine announced all business like. He reached down to undo Kurt's trousers.

Kurt's lower body instantly shied away and he grabbed Blaine's hands to stop him, his face red with embarrassment.

"Why don't we just talk for a little bit, ok?" Kurt asked.

Blaine was a little taken aback and his eyebrows shot up. He was used to making short talk with his customers but it rarely went this far. He had a schedule to keep.

"Talk ....OOOOK," he said his mind reaching for a topic. "So Kurt, why are you in town?"

"Business...I think," Kurt responded leaving the desk and Blaine behind. He headed towards the sofa deciding that this was a more comfortable spot while he handled this uncomfortable situation.

Blaine sighed and followed. "Business, you think." He approached Kurt slowly, his hips swaying. "Well, let me guess, that would make you a lawyer."

"A lawyer?"

"You've got that sharp useless look about you." It was said in his usual playful way and he sat opposite Kurt, close enough to rest his hands on Kurt's knees.

"I bet you've known a lot of lawyers," Kurt told Blaine, looking down at him and into his eyes. Those damn fucking eyes and Kurt knew they were going to be the end of him tonight.

"I've known a lot of everybody," Blaine confessed with a slight smile.

The doorbell to the room suddenly interrupted their conversation and they both rose quickly to their feet.

"What's that?" Blaine asked only inches away from Kurt's mouth.

"Champagne," Kurt managed to say. He couldn't believe they were standing this close. He could feel the soft air that came out of Blaine's mouth each time he took a breath. They looked at each other then, both suddenly aware of each other's presence, their proximity, their desire. Blaine swallowed the uncomfortable lump in his throat because he was feeling something that he knew he shouldn't be feeling while he was at work: honest desire and attraction. Kurt might be taking his time but oh boy, did Blaine feel a connection. He tried to mentally pinch his brain. ‘Stay focused!' he told himself.

"Well, I'd better go make myself useful then," Blaine said with a wink, giving himself an excuse to ease the sexual tension that had suddenly become apparent.

***

Blaine sat casually on the ground watching Kurt as he poured Blaine a glass of champagne. Kurt had mentioned the name of the drink but he hadn't heard it before. He guessed it must have been expensive. Kurt didn't seem to be the kind of man to do things cheaply. Blaine couldn't help but admire Kurt's poise, his hair, his slight figure and the way his designer vest seemed to be molded onto his frame. He was glad when Kurt finally handed him down a glass and he quickly knocked back the bubbly liquid, hoping that the buzz might actually help him focus on why he was really there.

Kurt watched him throw back the drink his eyebrows rising at Blaine's inability to appreciate the delicate drink he had offered. He decided to ignore it and waved the tray of strawberries in front of him.

"Strawberry?" he offered softly.

"Why?" Blaine asked with curiosity.

"It brings out the flavour of the champagne."

"Oh, groovy!" And without pausing, he popped one into his mouth.

They were silent again as Blaine munched happily on his strawberry, Kurt watching on with a gentle amused smile. Once the strawberry was gone however, Blaine started to feel uncomfortable again. He knew that time was ticking over and Kurt wasn't the kind of guy that he could be a jerk to and just walk out on when his time was up.

"Listen," Blaine said from where he was sitting on the floor. "I appreciate this seduction scene you've got going, but let me give you a tip, I'm a sure thing, okay. I'm on an hourly rate. Can we move it along?"

"Somehow," Kurt began folding his arms over his chest. "I'm sensing that this time problem is a major issue with you. Why don't we get that sorted now?"

"Great, let's get started!" Blaine jumped to his feet once again. He was looking forward to finding out just what drove Kurt crazy. He had already picked out several of his favorite acts to perform for this incredible creature before him.

"How much for the entire night?" Kurt suddenly blurted holding his arm out to stop Blaine from approaching.

Blaine stopped, surprise all over his face.

"Stay here?" he asked looking around uncertainly. "You couldn't afford it."

"Try me," Kurt responded in his confident, even manner.

"$300 dollars," Blaine suddenly answered without really giving it any thought.

"Done, thank you. Now we can relax..." Kurt announced rubbing his hands together. He moved back over to his desk and Blaine couldn't help but wonder who this mysterious man really was.

***

Blaine was relaxing on the carpet watching the third Harry Potter movie, giggling loudly at the scenes that he always laughed at even though he had seen them a hundred times before. He was flat on his belly, feet swinging in the air and surrounded by champagne and minibar supplies. When he had woken up that evening, he had never thought that this would be the way he would be spending his night...and getting paid for it.

He suddenly became aware of Kurt watching him. His laptop now discarded, his glasses off and his tie finally undone and loose around his neck. A very small triangle of skin was exposed at the top of his shirt revealing his white, white skin. Blaine's eyes flickered up to Kurt's and finally there it was. He saw it hungrily in Kurt's eyes, the want, the desire, the lust....it was clearly written all over his face and for the first time that night, Blaine knew exactly what Kurt wanted and needed.  

Blaine pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and crawled over, stopping at the base of Kurt's feet which were gracefully crossed, his extended foot bouncing anxiously to an unheard beat. Blaine's hand found the bottom of Kurt's trousers and he worked his hand up inside, massaging his calf. Their eyes met and Blaine flashed him a seductive smile, but it was only returned with a shy and uncomfortable short giggle from Kurt.

Blaine removed his hand and stood up on his knees leaning gently over Kurt's body. He diligently set about undoing the buttons of his shirt, his own breath speeding up in enjoyment as his hands worked their way lower and lower down Kurt's chest. He eased the shirt back revealing a toned smooth chest and then raised his hands to undo Kurt's tie completely, pulling one end softly and letting it slide free around the back of his neck. Their gaze met several times as he worked, but each time Blaine teased and looked away before returning another bashful stare in Kurt's direction.

He gave a delicate soft kiss just above Kurt's navel before his hands lowered to his belt. Blaine didn't hesitate and before Kurt could even have a chance to feel uncomfortable, he released the buckle, undid the button and slid the zipper down revealing just what Blaine had felt earlier in the car. A soft smile came to his lips and he leaned forward gently on his arms and looked Kurt directly in the eyes, this time seriously. He found the entire scene intimate and connected, something he had never experienced before while on the job.

"What do you want?" he asked softly only inches from Kurt's face.

"What do you do?" Kurt enquired his voice barely audible.

"Everything..." Blaine whispered as that heated lust returned. "But I don't kiss on the mouth."

"Neither, do I," Kurt answered.

Blaine didn't need any further instructions, he knew what Kurt needed and tonight even though he had only just met him, he had a sneaky suspicion that it was not going to feel like work. His head went lower and lower, past Kurt's navel, along the gentle trail of hair until his face was in line with his hands which were carefully holding onto the elastic band of Kurt's underwear. He slowly eased them down.

Kurt sighed as Blaine found him. He closed his eyes and he leaned his head back deciding to enjoy every second that this evening had to offer.