Virtue or Fame

"Mr. Anderson," Kurt shyly knocked on the frame of his professors office door. "You wanted to see me."  

Mr. Anderson, or Blaine as some of the students casually referred to him as, stared up from the document he was reading. Hazel eyes happily took in the sight of the beautiful boy standing at the empty threshold. Blaine did request to see Kurt; but if he could have it his way, then he would do more than just see Kurt. If it was up to him, would also request to touch, taste and smell the young eighteen year old.

"Yes," Blaine stood up from his heavy black leather chair and steadily walked around the long and wide cherry oak desk. "Please have a seat." In a true gentlemen fashion, Blaine pulled out a chair for his favorite student to set on.

The pale boy hesitantly walked to the chair that Blaine had pulled out for him. Kurt could not understand why his ballet professor wanted to see him.  He was doing fine in Mr. Andersons class and Kurt never had any questions or conflicts with any of the other students. "Thank you."

"Youre welcome."  Blaine stepped away from the chair and gingerly closed his office door. The older man did not need to close his office door for the sake of privacy. All of the professors had already had gone home for the day, and for the most part, all of NYADA students leave campus by four-thirty. 

Kurt cautiously watched his teacher close the door. Surely the subtle act was for student-teacher confidentiality. "Mr. Anderson, am I in trouble?" The younger boy felt the need to ask. "Did I do something wrong?"  

"Of course you are not in trouble." The final closing of the door made a loud and defined clicking sound. "There is something I would like to speak with you about." The blue eyed boy remained nervously quiet and watched his teacher return to his office chair.

Mr. Anderson was many things. He was talented, wealthy, and well-connected with the New York elite. At the age of thirty-three, Blaine Anderson had already released three reward winning albums, written five best-time sellings novels, performed three different Broadway productions and most recently he has directed two plays.

For the past three years about Mr. Anderson agreed to teach ballet four hours a week at the refined New York performing arts school. To all of Blaines admires he was more than just talented. He was the walking and breathing embodiment of sex. All Blaine needed to do was say the word and any boy or girls underwear and virtue would fall to the floor. Mr. Anderson did not hesitation in taking advantage of this perk.

"What would you like to talk about?" Kurt looked away from his professor when the older man sensually ran his long fingers over the desk.

Blaine smirked when he noticed his student blush. "Have you ever considered becoming a model?"

Mr. Anderson was more than what he seemed. Yes he was a gifted singer, writer, performer and director. It was without doubt or question that he was both handsome and erotic to both genders. However, Blaine would not have been able to become the success he is today without a little touch of magic here and there. It was magic which allowed Blaine to capture the attention of critics and sponsors. A simple spell was all it took to charm his literature and acting skills into the hearts and minds of his consumers. And it was magic which convinced NYADA to hire and give Blaine his own office.

Blaine never envisioned himself to become an honest teacher. He did not care about other peoples success or dreams. The decision to offer his dance expertise was motivated by one of the thirty-three years olds hottest kink - student and teacher relationships. Among all the sinful things Blaine has done in the past, his greatest sexual favorites is having sex on empty theatres and receiving blow-jobs between acts. What better place to find desperate and young actors than at a school.

For the first two years of teaching, the pool of male students was not as desirable has he had hoped for. Part from four or five boys, Blaine had never been able to feed his wild nature. The mediocre swarm of boys changed three months ago when freshmen Kurt Hummel arrived.

The moment Kurt arrived ten minutes early for his ballet lesson he was singled out by Blaine from among all the other students. Yes, Kurt was the toy Blaine had been waiting for.

"Me... a model," Kurt puzzled at the thought. Who would ever want him to model anything? "Im afraid that Im too awkward and clumsy to be able to model anything. Mr. Anderson, why are you asking?"

A pleasurable wave washed over Blaine when Kurt called him by his titled.

The older man stood up from his desk and walked towards a short table. On the table was a small coffee pot. "Would you like a drink? Or is it too late for you to drink coffee?"

The pale boy felt his body warm up. This was the first time Kurt had ever been truly alone with Mr. Anderson. Of course Kurt always found his professor to be attractive, but his current predicament was pushing all clean and appropriate thoughts far away from his mind. "C-c-coffee sounds fine."

"Here you go," Blaine handed his student a drink. For a brief moment the two mens hands touched. "I hope you like it."

"Thank you, Mr. Anderson." Blaines hazel eyes watched Kurt take a slow drink from the black mug. Once Kurt had tasted the sweet drink, Blaine took a drink from his own cup. "This is delicious." Kurt praised and took another sip. "How did you know this is my favorite flavor?"

Blaine smirked and watched Kurts throat move up and down with each drink of coffee. While Kurt was distracted with the hot liquid, Blaine slowly dimmed the lights with a darkening spell. Soon, the only source of light in the warm office was originating from the short and round lamp on the cherry oak desk.

"I guess it was just a lucky guess." Nothing about Blaines coffee choice was ‘lucky. It was the product of simpleton magic. "My friend Rupert has asked me to keep an eye out for boys and girls who I believe to inclined to fashion."  Kurt stopped drinking and looked towards his professor. The changes in lighting did not go unnoticed. "Ive seen the way you move. I cannot deny your fluidity and flexibility."

"Rupert, as in Rupert Madison?"  Kurt read the newspapers and was aware of Mr. Andersons social company, but he never made the connection that his professor was friends with one of his favorite designers.

"Im glad you know who he is." Blaine took another drink of coffee. Below the table and away from his students line of vision, Blaine softly patted his sex over his black pants. Today was a good day for the thirty-three year old not to wear any undergarments. "Would you be interest in modeling for him? I understand a students budget can be very limited. This could be a good source of money. I know you want to act on stage, but a little modeling could help get your name and face known."

"I-I-Ive never modeled before. Im not sure if I could do it."

Blaine hid his smirk with a stone face and resumed touching himself. "I believe that you could become an excellent model." Kurt remained quiet and thought through his possibilities. Blaine took the brief opportunity to envision the pale boy naked, pushed against the office door, and moaning while the older man had his wicked ways with him.

The fantasy was temporary postponed when Kurt resurfaced to the conversation. "It couldnt hurt to try. One of my friends may be able to help me."

Blaine retained a pleasurable groan. It was almost as if Kurt was playing along with his dirty mind and intentions. "I could give you some modeling lessons."

Kurts blue eyes light up at the idea. "I wouldnt want to be an inconvenience."

"It wouldnt be an inconvenience at all. Im available tonight to help you." A sharp jolt of shock was sent through Kurt. "There is a photography studio in my apartment."

"I-I-Im not sure...wouldnt that be inappropriate?"

Nothing going through Blaines mind was appropriate and the fun his spare hand was inflicting under the table was even more indecent. The professor acted surprised by Kurts question, "Of course it is not inappropriate. We are just going to be taking some pictures. What is wrong with that?"

"Nothing," Kurt honestly replied. The feature section in the newspapers not only published Blaines friends, it also published Blaines promiscuous nature with young and older men. "C-c-can I bring a friend with me?"

The thirty-three year old sorcerer recognized the thoughts going through his students mind. "Of course you can." With one hand on his sex and the other available, Blaine pulled out a piece of paper from his desk. "Here is my address. Ill see you at ten tonight."

"Why so late?"

"I have other engagements that I need to meet." Blaine hinted. "I should probably get going."

The eighteen year old accepted Blaines words as instruction to leave. "Thank you. I guess Ill see you in a few hours."

"Yes." Blaine did not stand up to show his student to the door. His growing problem between his legs and under the desk may have intimidated his innocent student. "Ill see you then."

Kurt agreed to the meeting and quickly left his professors office. The new light in the hallway emphasized the darkness in the office. Free from the empowerment that Blaine was holding him under, Kurt scurried home. Hopefully his roommate Rachel would be home and available to join with him tonight.

Blaine listened to Kurts footsteps fade down the empty hallway. Once the sound ended, the dark hair boy motioned with his hands for his office door closed.

"Shit," Blaine stood up from his seat and undid his pants. The black slacks and silver belt carelessly fell to the floor. Evidence that the older man was not wearing underwear was proven by his bare flesh. "Here we go." Blaine wrapped his hand around his freed sex and began pleasuring himself. The image of Kurt naked and spread out on his desk polluted his mind and speed up his fist gesturing.  For the next twenty minutes Blaine remained leaning on the desk and envisioning his fair skin student moaning beneath him. One he released his lust, Blaine cleaned himself up with a fun spell he learned when he was thirteen. Once he was cleaned Blaine pulled his pants back up and redid his belt.

Mr. Anderson did not have any others plans until ten tonight. All he needed to do was pick up a bottle of wine and check to make sure his camera still worked.

...

Kurt was furious, complete and utterly furious.

It all began when he left campus and unlocked his and Rachels apartment door. Normally when Kurt would open the door he would see a brown couch, black television set and gray books on the shelves. However, today when Kurt opened the door he was greeted with the sight of Rachel in the nude and in a very scandalous position with a married man.

"Rachel! What are you doing?" Kurt demanded and then turned completely red when he realized that he was watching his best friend having sex with a four-two year old on their sofa.

The older man, who Kurt recognized to be the director of Broadways ‘Funny Girl, was not deterred by the unexpected guest. As if Kurt was not there, the older man resumed thrusting into the brown hair girl.

Panic swallowed Rachel. "Kurt!  Get out of here!"

The pale boy did not need to be told twice. Kurt kept himself busy until he felt safe to return home. An hour and a half later, Kurt fearfully unlocked the apartment door.

Dressed in overly large house clothes and with wet hair sat Rachel drinking a cup of herbal tea and reading her ‘Funny Girl script. Nothing about her casual attitude suggested that she was embarrassed or ashamed of her recent transgressions.

"Hello Rachel," Kurt tested the waters with a simple greeting.

The brown hair girl looked up from her paper and smiled. "Hey, Kurt, do you think you could help me run lines later. I keep mixing up my parts in this one section."

The pale boy locked the door and dropped his keys in the bowl next to the entrance. "Why dont you ask your director for help?" The tone in Kurts voice expressed his judgment towards his roommate.

"Oh Kurt," Rachel closed the script and tossed it onto the coffee table. "Dont act like I did anything wrong."

"It was wrong, Rachel. He is married and youre only eighteen." The brown hair girl crossed her arms and looked bored. "How long has this been going on?"

"I did nothing wrong Kurt," Rachel walked into the kitchen and waved her hands to emphases her causality towards sex. "Sleeping with the director is something that comes with the audition and the job. Maybe if you wore tighter clothes and took off a layer or two, then you would get a call back."

The pale boy followed Rachel to the kitchen. "So, if I called his wife right now and asked her about this affair, then she would be alright and on board with you sleeping with her husband?"

Rachel refilled the tea kettle and leaned against the kitchen counter top. "Richards prefers that his wife remains ignorant of our...agreement." Blue eyes glared at Rachels answer. "Just relax Kurt. This is just how things work in Broadway."

"This is not how things work. You are an actress and singer. You are not some girl who sleeps around for the upper hand."

Rachel slammed her fist on the table. "I hate to break it to you Kurt, but it is. If I didnt give Richard a quicker in the audition room, then I would never have gotten the part. If I did not fool around with Santana in front of Richard, then she wouldnt have been cast a supporting role."

 Kurt threw his hands over his ears. He did not want to hear anything that his roommate was saying to him. "Rachel Im ashamed of you. You should know better than to think that way. For example I got a modeling gig today and I did not need to lose my virtue in the process."

The brown hair girl could not believe her friend. "Who hired you?"

"Mr. Anderson. He asked me to come to over later tonight for a few lessons. I was going to ask you to come with me."   

Rachels jaw dropped and then immediately snapped shut. "I cant believe you!" The girl accused. "You stand there and made me feel cheap, when you are just as bad as me!"

"No Im not."

"Mr. Anderson is hot. How good is he in bed?" Rachel demanded and bullied. "Based from my experience with Richard, older men certainty knows their way around."

"Rachel!" Kurt recovered his ears again and walked back to the bowel next to the door with his keys in it. "It is not like that! I would never sell my virtue and respect for quick fame like you."

The door loudly closed behind him.

Yes, Kurt was furious. Before he spoke with Rachel earlier, he had thought talent was made someone successful. Now it seemed that the only talent worth any merit was talent in bed and loose legs.

The loud hustle and bustle from city traffic and pedestrians on Fifth Avenue sounded like white noise to Kurts ear.  Before Kurt knew it he was standing outside the building of the address Blaine had given him. With little else to do, Kurt stepped through the revolving doors into one of the citys finest apartment building.

The floors were freshly polished and the designed with the elegant pattern gold and silver. The walls were made from matching granite and all the doors and frames were sturdy and handcrafted.

"May I help you sir?" The desk clerk asked.

"Hello, Im here to see Mr. Anderson?"

The man in the black suit took a moment to observe Kurt. "I shouldnt be surprise. You look like his type."

"It is not like that." The pale boy defended himself. "He is my teacher and he agreed to help me with some modeling."

The stranger pretended that he believed the apartment guest. "Sure you are. Its not like it is ten Oclock at night and you arent playing the perfect ‘school boy.  I am surprised that Mr. Anderson did not make you where an innocent school boy uniform. Please tell me, have you been a bad-bad little boy?" The man mocked.  "Hum? Oh, dont tell me. Youre ‘auditioning for the next play he is directing?"

"Its not like that!"

"Ease it down boy. I would hate to take all your energy and leave Mr. Anderson with nothing to play with." The man crossed his arms and leaned back. "You can go on up. He is expecting you."

...

The elevator ride to Blaines apartment turned out to be one of the longest elevator rides that Kurt ever had to endure. Something about his presence screamed that he was here for one reason and one reason only. Everyone looked at his with comical amusement, and when he stepped off the elevator on the top floor the elevator attendant gave him a suggestive wink.

Kurt knew that Blaine had a past and present that promoted promiscuity, but this was not like that. "Mr. Anderson is here to help me and just that, nothing more."

A brief knock on the door and Blaine appeared. The thirty-three year old was wearing silk pants and his chest remained topless. "It is good to see you again." Kurt nervously smiled and accepted Blaines welcome. "Let me take your jacket. Please put your shoes in the closet."

The sorcerer placed a compliance spell on his model in training. The spell took affect over Kurts mind before the eighteen year old could run far away.

The pale boy happily followed Blaines instruction. The apartment was spectacular and Kurt would hate to dirty it up with his low budge property. "Here is a drink for you." Blaine handed the boy a crystal wine glass.

"Is there alcohol in this?" Kurt hesitated. The soft yellow liquid did not look like a ‘virgin drink.

"Lesson number one in modeling, the camera can always tell when you are tense. The white wine helps you relax." Blaine held up a second glass to Kurts.  "Cheers."

"What are we cheering for?"

"For your fame, cheers." A soft clicking sound from the glasses echoed in the grand waiting room. "My studio is all set for you. Please follow me."

"Hum, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine happily turned around to his student. Many nasty thoughts passed the dark hair mans mind. He had waited months to see Kurt in his apartment and calling him by his title. It would almost be too easy to just take him on the marble floors right now. "Is something the matter?"

"Would you mind putting on a shirt? It is distracting and making me uncomfortable."

Blaine smirked and offered Kurt is sultry eyes, "Apart of modeling is making the person looking at your photograph believe that you want them." Kurts felt his cheeks turn red when the older man approached him and softly ran his fingers up and down Kurts bare arm. "What better way to convenience your audience that you want them, then to want the cameraman?" With his prey in position and ready for attack Blaine lifted Kurts chin to a kissable position. However, the kiss was held back. "Lets get your ready for the camera."

The pale boy felt his body jerk in surprise when his professor pulled away from the expected kiss. Surprise quickly turned into comfort. Mr. Anderson was here to teach him, not take advantage of him.

Meanwhile, Blaine smirked at the undeniable lust in the younger boys eyes. "Here is the studio." The older man opened two French doors at the end of the hallway. The sight of a clean and well light room took stage. "We might as well get started. Please stand here."

The eighteen year old nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "Should I change my clothes or fix my hair?"

The older man answered by snapping multiple pictures of his young desire. "Rupert just wants to see your face and body. He will dress you once he decides that he wants to hire you." Multiple more photos were taken.

The photo taking continued for the next three hours and Blaine was consistently spouting out different orders and spells, the camera never left his hands or eyes.

"Please stand to your left."

"Look over your shoulder."

"Hunch your shoulders."

"Remove your tie."

"Look angry, sad, happy and now angry again."

"Make your hair messy."

"Take off your sweater and socks."

"Bit your lips."

"Lean back on his chair."

"Stare out the window."

"Remove your white t-shirt."

"Look jealous."

"Take off your pants."

The orders continued in rapid speed and Kurt continuously followed the instructions without paying much attention to what orders he was following. It was not until Kurt was only wearing his underwear and lying on a master bed outside of the studio before things became clearer.

"Beautiful Kurt, now I want you to remove your underwear and spread your legs for me." Kurt did not follow the order. "Kurt, youre on a role. Dont stop now."

"Mr. Anderson." Kurt struggled to fight against the compliance spell he was under.

If the half dress eighteen year old knew what saying ‘Mr. Anderson did to the older man, then he was have quickly dressed himself and sprinted far away.

Kurt set up on the bed and wrapped his arms around his legs. "I know longer feel comfortable with this. I think you have enough pictures."

The older man lowered his camera. "Rupert is hiring your for your body. This is completely natural. We only have a few more poses and then were done."

Kurt did not agree. "Mr. Anderson, I dont want you to take any nude pictures of me."

"If you dont do this, then youre forfeiting your chances in ever becoming a model. Rupert already mentioned that you are to become one of his models. Once word gets around that he dropped you, and then no one will ever hire you. This is true, not only for modeling, but for Broadway too. Trust me, let me finish what I have planned and everything will turn out fine."

"Im not going to sleep with you." Kurt boldly and pointedly stated.

Blaine frowned and lowered the camera for a second time. "Is that your final decision? Are you choosing virtue over fame?"

Kurt closed his eyes and remembered how the naked man was treating Rachel like a piece of meat. "Yes."

"The door is that way." Blaine snapped his finger and the doors to the apartment opened and all the lights were stored to their fullness brightness. "You are talented Kurt." The younger boy embarrassedly picked his clothes off the floor. "I think Ill give you one more chance to make the right decision."

"Im never going to be a piece of meat for you to play with."

"Just remember. Virtue is not going to pay the bills or make you famous. You need me to become famous." Blaine replied and magically cursed the struggling actor. "You will only become famous through me."

Kurt did not saying anything and stormed out of the apartment.

His virtue remained perfectly intake.

...

For the next three years Kurt avoided Mr. Anderson. He completed his freshmen level ballet class and never spoke about NYADA successful professor again. Blaine was not the only person Kurt fell out of touch with. After Rachels Broadway debut she began distancing herself from her former roommate.  The last time Kurt seen Rachel off campus was in the newspaper. In the newspaper Rachel was praising her cast and crew from her newest project and discussing her future plans.

Kurts rise to fame was less than Rachels. Kurt had never attempted modeling again and he never received any called backs for the fifteen plays he auditioned for. All of these productions were off Broadway and low budget. In between classes and auditioning Kurt worked at a coffee shop at an undesirable location. The pay was minimum and he was forced to rent an apartment with four other boys. Two of those boys showered infrequently. Overall Kurt was not pleased with his current lifestyle. 

The pales boy lucks seemed cursed and over before it ever had a chance to begin. All of that changed when Kurt was called back and then later hired for the role of Romeo from Shakespeares ‘Romeo and Juliet. Since then, Kurt felt like he was walking on air. His future seemed to be more hopeful and less gloomy.

Still smiling, Kurt opened the grand doors to the theater and worked his way to the backstage. Today was his official first day of rehearsal. During the auditioning process Kurt had only met one of the two directors. His name was Cooper and he did not require Kurt to strip or bend over for him. In fact nothing about the audition was degrading or shameful. All Kurt had to do was read and act out his lines. It was pretty simple.

It was true, Kurt smiled. It is possible to have both virtue and fame. Rachel was wrong and Blaine was wrong.

While Kurt was walking down the hallway, a man emerged from the shadows on the wall. "I honestly cannot believe that Cooper choose you to be his Romeo."

Kurts smile faltered when he recognized the bitter voice. It was his understudy. "Not now Brody, I need to meet the second director."

The older boy stepped away from the wall and uncrossed his arms. "You dont even look the part. You are not leading men material. You are too thin and what the word...delicate. It looks like one harsh insult and you will crumble into a million pieces."

The pale boy felt his blood pressure rise. "Just for a fair warning, men how take too much steroids tend to lose their masculinity. You may want to back off on the drugs."

Brody brushed the insult off with a suggestive smirk. "You must be a little tiger in the sack. When I ‘auditioned for Cooper he asked for me to blow him. Before Rachel was cast as role of Juliet she was required to spend the weekend up with Cooper at his private estate in Connecticut. Rachel never elaborated on her time in Connecticut, but I do know that it involved a couple other people and late night hot tub skinny dipping." Kurt rolled his eyes at the mention of Rachel. "What did Cooper ask you to do? You must have been really talented at it."

"Maybe some people have enough talent to make them famous. I didnt have to do anything besides read my lines and handover my resume." The boy honestly replied.

"That is bullshit times five. You can lie and pretend that youre a little brushing virgin, but you dont fool me. You are probably the biggest slut among all of us. Although..." Brody stepped closer to Kurt and ran his eyes up and down pale boys slim body. "Now that I look at you, I can see why Cooper wants you to meet his brother. You seem to be more like Blaines type anyway."

Kurts confident and angry crashed from the mention of his former teacher, "Blaine, as in NYADAs Mr. Blaine Anderson?"

"Thats the one. In case you were wondering. He is also the second director." Brody took another step closer to Kurt. "The first time I met him I had expected for him to want me. Instead, he told me that he was waiting for someone else. Listen," The dark hair boy took another step closer. "Cooper may have hired you. He doesnt care who is cast the role of Romeo. Rachel is working him thoroughly for her role. Blaine however, is still going to bed alone. Unless you amuse him, then Im going to become Romeo."

For a moment Kurt forgot to breath. "Are you telling me the truth?"

The older boy leaned in and whispered into Kurts ear. "You better believe it." Brodys breath was hot and his voice was low. "Blaine wants to meet you in your dressing room, or should I say ‘undressing room. Dont keep him waiting. He looked pretty hard this morning when he heard you were coming in today."

...

Kurt did not have to wait for Blaine to meet him. Once Kurt stepped into the dressing room his former teacher was reclining on a plush couch and reading a magazine. Mr. Anderson looked the same, apart from a few gray hairs. He was still completely gorgeous, if not more mature and sexier.   

"Mr. Anderson," Kurt repeated as if he was still a student, "You wanted to see me."

"Oh, does someone feel like reminiscing," Blaine smiled and stood from the couch. "Hello Kurt. How have you been?" The pale boy cautioning stared at the older man and remained silent. "Please, have a seat." The sorcerer charmed his student to follow.

As if Kurt was walking on stilts he followed the order. "Im not going to sleep with you?"

Blaine laughed and took a sip from a brown mug. "Kurt, I cant accuse you of beating around the bush."

"If you hired me for the sake of sex, then please tell me now. Like I said before, Im not for sale or a piece of flesh you can play with."

"Im not so sure I believe you." Blaine sat down next to Kurt. "You already know the answer to your question. If you wanted to leave, then you would have left already." The dark hair boy moved closer to Kurt and the two mens knees brushed together. "I think you secretly want me. If you dont want me, then you want the fame I can give you. Dont worry, Kurt. I wont judge you for changing your mind."

"You cant make me." Kurt whispered. "Cooper already hired me. I signed a contract..."

"Do you mean this contract?" The dark hair boy asked and held up a carbon copy of the documents that Kurt signed the previous week. "I am well aware that you signed these papers. I have to admit, Im glad you were too excited to actually read the fine details." Blaine pointed towards a particular indention. "Please read."

Kurt did not want to read the legal paper that held his signature on it. With shaky hands and dim lighting the pale boy struggled to read and understand what the form said. "I, Kurt Hummel," Kurt paused when he felt a hand rest his knees. "I, Kurt Hummel, agree to adhere to following rules and conditions. If I chose to accept the role of Romeo in the production of ‘Romeo and Juliet, then must agree and sign."

The hand on his knee inched upward. "And what are those conditions?"

"Condition number one, I must to be available at all times. Number two, I must to be flexibility with my management and capabilities. Number three, I must be willing to practice new things and repeat as necessary. Number four, there is no physical, mental, emotional or sexual favor that I can deny from Blaine Anderson...." The paper said more, but the point was already addressed. "If I, Kurt Hummel, to do not agree with these conditions or if I change my mind to these conditions, then I am allowed to walk away with a fee. I will be surrendering my role from this and all other Anderson directed productions." 

"There you have it." Blaine pulled the paper out of Kurts loose fingers. "Do you have any more questions?"

"Do I have to do this?"  Kurt begged. "You are Blaine Anderson," the pale boy praised. "You dont need to bribe people into your bed. You can have anyone you want, just not me."

The dark hair man pulled back his hand and shifted away from Kurts body. For a moment Kurt thought he may have won the argument. It was a moment and not longer.

"What you say is true. I dont need to bribe anyone, but do I need to bribe you. Please tell me, Kurt. Why dont you want me?" Blaine asked in a friendly tone and demeanor. "Do you not find me attractive?"

"No, its not that." Kurt promised. "Just because someone likes candy doesnt mean they should eat it. Yes, you are attractive, but for me to allow my thoughts and actions to travel pass that point would be wrong and inappropriate."

"I see."

"I want to become famous and well know, but I want to still be me. I want to be able to live with myself when the day is done. Does that make sense?"

Blaine smiled. "I understand your worries and concerns. Unfortunately, understanding does not solve anything, just like virtue doesnt assure protection." Silence resonated in the tiny room. "I will never make you do anything. I will never rape you." Hazel eyes stared into blue eyes. "You probably think Im evil, but Im not. This is how everything works. Ask any actor or actress and they will tell you a similar story."

"I dont believe you."

"You dont have to believe me. I know the truth."   The sorcerer pushed himself off the couch and sat on a chair in front of the grand mirror. "Kurt, you never answered my question. How have you been? How has your luck been? Have you had any big breaks?"

Blaine did not forget about the curse he placed over his former student.

"Well you would know better than anyone. Youre the reason Rupert Madison tainted my name. Instead Ill ask you a question instead." Blaine raised his eyes and smirked at the harsh tone in Kurts voice. "How would I have been if I agreed to sleep with you all those years ago?"

"Well," Blaine smirked. For the past three years Kurt tried to make himself invisible to Blaine, but the sorcerer always knew where his young student was and what he was doing.  "You would not be living with four other guys who have poor hygiene and chew with their mouths open. You would have spare money to fly home for the holidays. You would have more confidence and you would also be married."

Kurt raised his eyes. For far too long has he been lonely and sad. "I would be married?"   

"Yes," Hazel eyes assured. "I know you think that I just want your body. Dont get me wrong, I do want it, but I also want more. When it comes to you, I always want more."

"What are you saying?"

"I am saying," Blaine stood up and walked towards the door. "You should go home for the day with your virtue and Ill let Brody rehearse today." Kurt stayed passive and shy on the couch. "If you still want to role, then come by my place tonight." Blaine opened and closed the door without hostility or angry. The calm and confident nature of the director seemed to suggest that he more in tuned with Kurts mind then Kurt himself.

...

The first time Kurt rode the elevator up to Blaines apartment it was a long and embarrassing ride. Everyone stared at him with opened judgment and humor. The second time Kurt rode the elevator, the ride was extremely taxing and devastating and he cried the entire time. He was selling his virtue for fame. As the production continued the visits become less frequent and more of a permanent live in lifestyle. The two men would leave together and come home together. Kurt followed all of the conditions in the agreement and Blaine took advantage of the situation.

Once the production ended, Blaine rehired Kurt for another project. Kurt quickly accepted the offer.

Blaine and Rachel were right. One cannot have both virtue and fame.

The End