"Hello?" Sam yelled into the phone.

"I called and called last night, where were you?" Blaine asked him in that brotherly protective tone that he only used for Sam. While Sam had been the key person in protecting Blaine when he had first become a prostitute, Blaine on the other hand, had become Sam's caretaker in pretty much all other aspects of his life.

"Ma?!"

"It's Blaine!"

Realization set in. "I had to party. Where are you?" Blaine heard the grogginess in Sam's voice and guessed that he must have only been asleep for a couple of hours. Sam sure did know how to party hard.

"Oh man, are you ready for this?" Blaine exclaimed unable to hide his excitement. "The guy? The Lotus? I am in his hotel room in Beverly Hills, the penthouse. His bathroom is bigger than the Blue Banana!"

"Do I have to hear this?" Sam cried disgustedly into the phone.

"Sam, he wants me to stay the whole week. You know what he's going to give me. You'll never guess. Three thousand dollars!"

"Bullshit!"

"I swear to God, and he also gave me extra money to buy clothes," Blaine couldn't help but boast.

"Oh man, I am bummed I gave that guy to you!" Sam moaned now wide awake. He wanted to kick himself. "Three thousand. Really? Is he twisted?

"No!"

"Ugly?"

Blaine's heart skipped a beat. Kurt was the number one person so removed from ugly that he could ever imagine. He was more like an immortal creature sent from the gods to roam the planet to torture gay men the world all over.

"He's good looking," Blaine announced knowing that it was an understatement.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing..." and that was true. Blaine could not imagine that there could be one thing remotely wrong with Kurt.

"Did he give you the money?" Sam asked his street attitude suspicion kicking in.

"At the end of the week," Blaine said and he couldn't even cringe at those words because even though he had only known Kurt for about twelve hours, Blaine believed that he could trust him.

"That's what's wrong with him," Sam decided being an individual that couldn't trust a soul and Blaine could not blame him for that. Sam really had had it tough for a long time.

"Well, he gave me three hundred for last night," Blaine said in Kurt's defense, "and Sam, I'm going to leave some at the front desk for you."

***

The sun greeted Blaine as he walked out of the Beverly Hills Wilshire, an immediate smile forming on his face because no matter how Blaine's life had turned out, he really was a happy soul. He had a mission today and that was to find a gorgeous suit for him to wear this evening. Blaine couldn't wait to go out on a date with Kurt, even if it was for business. To go anywhere and spend the evening with that man was the most exciting feeling in the world.

The streets were busy and people wandered past going about their everyday lives and even though Blaine was oblivious at first, they were all too aware that a stranger and an outsider was amongst their midst. To them, he was just scum and they didn't want anything more than for him to return to the gutter from where he had come from. He was a low life, and to them, he wasn't welcome.

Unfortunately for Blaine, the same feelings and opinions had seeped into the expensive designer shops that he waltzed into. His charismatic personality and his everyday clothing were not enough to win them over. They were not going to wait on him and after only an hour, Blaine mood had turned to the worst. Worried and upset, he truly believed that he was going to fail Kurt on his simple request. 

Blaine began the long trip back to the hotel. He walked past a GAP and suddenly stopped wondering whether even they would help him. It was ridiculous, why would a GAP help him in this situation? They didn't even have the kind of clothes he needed for Kurt. It was strange though, how he felt suddenly compelled to go inside and then out of nowhere a song came into his head. He started to hum the melody to "When I get you alone" as he continued back to the hotel. It didn't make him feel a hundred percent better but something about the song filled him a small sense of hope. Maybe because it made him think of all the wonderful things he could do to Kurt when he got him alone...

He walked through the foyer of the Beverly Wilshire, straight towards the lifts where all he wanted to do was hide in Kurt's hotel room. As he walked by, Finn, the hotel manager spied his hurried paced and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. His frame, his clothes, his shabby appearance, they were not things that he usually saw in his hotel and he decided to follow in hot pursuit.

"Excuse me sir, can I help you?" Finn asked as Blaine rushed past.

"I'm going to my room," Blaine replied without looking up, not wanting to talk to anyone.

"Do you have a key?" Finn asked politely. He was a reasonable man but he was not going to let his guests or his hotel fall victim to foul play.

"Oh, I forgot it," Blaine flustered grabbing his wild curly hair in disbelief. His day had started out so well. How had it come to this?

"You're a guest here?" Finn asked in surprise. He guessed that maybe he could pass as a musician or someone who had money but continued to walk around as if they existed in mainstream society.

"I'm with a friend," Blaine told him trying to think quickly but his mind was too thick with worry.

"And who would that be," Finn asked crossing his hands in front of him.

"Kurt...." Oh crap! Blaine thought to himself. I don't even know his last name? He had heard it last night but he couldn't remember it.

"Kurt?" Finn pressed again.

"Kurt, ur," Blaine looked about frantically and spied the bell boy coming off from his shift. Saved! "He knows me!" he exclaimed.

"Did you just come off the night shift? Do you know this young man, Puck?" Finn asked. Puck looked nervous but he quickly walked over to the pair.

"He's with Mr. Hummel," Puck replied giving Blaine a wink. Puck was more than happy to see Blaine again. He had seen Kurt stay at the hotel on many occasions and he had always been alone. Today however, when Kurt had left his hotel room, it had been the first time that Kurt had whistled happily down the hallway. It had also been the first time that Kurt had checked his appearance more than once in the mirror and it was also the first time he had heard Kurt laugh when Puck had told him a joke in the lift. Yes! Blaine was definitely more than welcome to stay at the hotel. Puck only wanted to see Kurt happy, he deserved it.

"That's it! Kurt Hummel," Blaine exclaimed knocking Puck out of his reverie. He took the shocked look on Finn's face as the opportunity to escape and he made a beeline towards the lift. Finn however, was not that easy to get away from and he followed Blaine quickly.

"Oh God! What now?" Blaine wailed from inside. He just wanted to be left alone! "WHAT? WHAT? What is with everybody today?" he asked exasperated.

"I just want you to come with me and have a little chat, that's all," Finn told him softly but firmly. He took Blaine's arm and began to guide him towards reception.

***

"And what is your name, sir?" Finn asked once Blaine was seated in his small yet comfortable office.

"What do you what it to be?" Blaine replied sarcastically, his working persona jumping up to protect him once again.

"Don't play with me young man," Finn responded quickly and Blaine rolled his eyes disparagingly.

"Blaine..." he finally replied in a resigned manner.

"There, well...Blaine, things that go on in other hotels don't happen at the Regent Beverly Wilshire," Finn began, crossing his arms and leaning against his desk while he addressed Blaine. "Mr. Hummel however, is a very special customer, and we like to think of our special customers as friends. Now as a customer, we expect Mr. Hummel to sign in any additional guests but as a friend we will overlook it. Now I'm assuming you're a ...." He lowered his head slowly waiting for a suitable response from Blaine ".....relative?"

"Yes," Blaine responded meekly.

"I thought so," Finn nodding his head in affirmation but he wanted to be doubly sure that his hotel was safe. "So you must be his....

"Nephew?" Blaine suggested even though they both knew it was a lie.

"Of course," Finn said agreeing quite happily with Blaine's selection. "Naturally, when Mr. Hummel leaves, I won't see you in this hotel again. I assume you have no other uncles here?"

Blaine shook his head and rolled his eyes once again.

"Good! Then we understand each other then. I would also encourage you to dress a little more appropriately. That'll be all."

"No, that won't be all," Blaine snapped pulling at the money that was stuffed into his pockets. "I went to go and get some clothes on Rodeo Drive and the men wouldn't help me. I have all this money now and no suit. Not that I expect you to help me but I have all of this. I have...to buy... a suit.... for dinner tonight, and nobody will help me." Blaine knew it was ridiculous but he could feel the tears beginning in build in his eyes and he sniffed back a sob.

Finn didn't respond. He pulled a hanky free from his jacket pocket and passed it to Blaine who took it as the tears began to fall down his cheeks. He suddenly felt exhausted and so stupid. He couldn't believe that he was crying over clothes!!!

A compassionate expression fell on Finn's face then. Blaine looked like someone who was lost and someone who needed help, and well, Finn really was a kind man. He circled round his desk slowly towards his phone.

"Oh man, if you're calling the cops," Blaine sobbed through his tears. "Yeah, call the cops. That's great. Tell them I say ‘hi'."

"Men's clothing," Finn said into the phone.