On the other hand, Kurt was curious. He only wanted to take a look around and see exactly why Santana thought that it was a good idea to approach him. That's all this was, a quick trip so that his curiosity could be satisfied once and for all.

Kurt finally reached his destination and from his position in the driver's seat, he couldn't see much. He looked down at the business card and back up to the unobtrusive building. Surely this couldn't be the place.

'This just looks like some old warehouse,' Kurt thought to himself. He was just about to start up his car and head back home when something caught his eye.

A man was coming out of the building. Before he left, the man stopped at the doorway and seemed to be talking to someone. From his vantage point, Kurt could just barely make out that the man was talking to a woman. As the man said what Kurt assumed were the last of his goodbyes, the door didn't close. Instead, the door opened wider and Kurt found himself pinned under the smug gaze of the woman from the bar.

Had Kurt been a lesser man, he would have banged his head onto his steering wheel out of exasperation. He was planning on simply turning around and heading home but now that he'd been spotted, it seemed like a moot point. Besides, by the way the woman was leaning casually against the doorframe; Kurt figured that she was waiting specifically for him.

'Well, I might as well get this out of the way now,' Kurt sighed and turned off his car. Half of him wanted to take as long as possible in making his way across the street. The other half wanted to get there as quickly as possible so that he could put this whole bizarre situation behind him.

Kurt finally made it to the building and raised an eyebrow at the woman.

"Well, that certainly didn't take you very long. You must be even more in need than you let on." She didn't wait for Kurt's response. Instead, she turned and led Kurt into the building. The door shut automatically behind Kurt.

The woman led Kurt down a long, dimly lit hallway. The top half of the walls was lined with a deep red brocade material. The bottom half of the walls were made of a dark, almost black, mahogany. At first glance, the light source along the walls looked like torches but Kurt quickly realized that they were only lamps fashioned to look that way. Other than that, the walls were completely bare. So far, nothing really stood out to Kurt and he began to wonder whether he'd simply gotten the wrong idea about what sort of place this was. His thoughts were interrupted when the woman came to a sudden stop in front of him.

Kurt looked around and saw that they'd walked into an open space that strongly resembled a reception area. There was a large circular desk made from the same wood as that of the walls and Kurt could barely make out the top of a computer. Before Kurt could ask any questions, the woman began to speak again. He figured that he really should ask her name but quickly dismissed the thought. It wasn't like he'd ever be seeing her again.

"Right then, I realize that I never properly introduced myself since our first meeting was cut rather short. My name is Santana and I'd like to formally welcome you to the Masquerade Pleasure House. I am the owner and operator of this establishment and I pride myself in personally ensuring that each of my clients, old and new, leave here one hundred percent satisfied," she ended with a small wink and offered her hand.

'Well, I guess that clears everything up,' Kurt thought to himself. Whatever suspicions he had were confirmed and now Kurt's only mission was to leave the place as quickly as possible. He was not the type of person to lower himself to relying on a brothel, of all things.

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt replied, taking Santana's hand. "Thank you for that introduction but I'm only here to satisfy a bit of curiosity. Now that I know exactly what this place is, I'll just be on my way. So, if you'll excuse me," Kurt turned with his sights firmly set on the door at the end of the long hallway.

"Hm. It's funny that you would come all the way here just to leave after less than five minutes. If you truly wanted to satisfy your curiosity, you would have just looked us up online. I know for a fact that Google would have produced a few thousand results. That doesn't matter, though. I never would have pegged you for a coward."

Kurt could practically hear the smug grin in Santana's voice. She knew she'd got him. He knew that there was no use in trying to deny it. She was right, Kurt could have easily gone to the internet instead of using precious time and gas to get there. He stifled a sigh and turned around to face Santana. He wasn't surprised to see her smirking at him, clearly enjoying having called him out so easily.

"All right then, what are you grinning at me for? You want to show me around this place, so do it."

"With pleasure, Mr. Hummel." Santana turned and led Kurt through a door beside the reception desk that he hadn't previously noticed.

The area through the door was much like what Kurt had already seen. It was dark and modestly decorated but still expensive-looking. The only difference was the addition of doors on each side of the hallway. Each door was made of glass and Kurt was suddenly reminded of the pictures he's seen of Amsterdam's Red Light District. The only difference was that there were men behind the doors instead of women.

"Right then, so that sweet young thing right there is Craig. He's twenty-two and he's good at just about everything, though he prefers to let his mouth do most of the work."

Santana gestured to the first door on their right and Kurt saw a young man lounging on a four-poster bed with a notepad. He had dirty blond and from what Kurt could tell, he was very well built. It also helped that he wore a fitted tank top and gym shorts. Craig winked and blew a kiss to Kurt as he and Santana passed his door.

"And this one over here is Brett. He's twenty-four and very flexible. It looks like he's a little busy right now, which is good. Now you can see him in action."

Kurt stepped towards the next door and felt his blood have an internal battle over whether it wanted to rush north or south. When Santana said that he was busy, he'd expected to see someone reading, or painting, or even knitting! Instead, Brett was being thoroughly fucked by another client. Kurt cocked his head and raised a surprised eyebrow. Well, Santana certainly wasn't lying when she said that he was flexible.

The rest of this bizarre tour continued in the same fashion. Santana would give the names and ages of each man, listing any special qualities or talents that they possessed. Some would be lounging, playing instruments, or entertaining a client. Kurt couldn't say that he wasn't aroused at this point. But he was human, he couldn't help it. By the time they reached the last of the doors, Santana turned to face him.

"Okay, so this last one is the new kid. His name is Blaine and he's twenty-six. Not many go for the older boys but there are always a few who have From the feedback I've gotten about him, he's a stubborn one but at the end of the day, he'll still play his role. Though he's been here for about a month, he's taking a bit longer to break in than I'd like."

Kurt made a vague sound of acknowledgement and stepped forward to look through Blaine's door. The first thing he noticed was the mop of dark hair. Blaine was stretched out on his bed with his hands clasped behind his head and his legs crossed at the ankles. He looked like he was sleeping and Kurt seized the opportunity to let his eyes rake over Blaine's body.

He wore a black tee shirt and grey sweatpants. Kurt, well aware of the fact that he's just seen a plethora of attractive men, didn't understand why he was suddenly straining against his pants. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

Perhaps it was the way Blaine's shirt was stretched against his chest. Or maybe it was the way his shirt was lifted barely an inch above the waistband of his sweatpants to let a strip of skin tease through. Kurt chalked it up to not having been laid in longer than he cared to remember and his body was only reacting to the stimulation in front of him.

"You can go in if you want." Santana's voice jarred through Kurt's musings. For a moment, as he was blatantly staring at Blaine, he forgot that Santana even existed.

"What?" Santana rolled her eyes at Kurt's intelligent response before stepping forward to unlock the door. He didn't remember seeing her with the key before and he really didn't want to consider where she'd stored it.

"Go on in and have a little chat with him. I'll be back later."

Before Kurt could protest, she pushed him through the open door with more force than Kurt thought was necessary. Santana closed the door behind Kurt and waved cheekily at him before disappearing down the hall.

Kurt sighed and took in his surroundings. The room was bigger than he'd thought it would be, given that only part of it was visible from the outside. There was a desk in the corner diagonal from the bed and two doors next to the desk. Kurt assumed one was a bathroom and the other was a closet.

"Are you just going to stand there all night or are you going to fuck me and get it over with?"

Kurt turned to the bed and saw Blaine watching him through one open eye. He hadn't moved an inch and the look on his face told Kurt that he really didn't care what happened either way.

"Look, Blaine, this is just some big misunder-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is a mistake or whatever. Your friends decided to drop you off as a joke and now you want to leave. Or maybe you got lost and you just wanted to use the phone. Whatever your excuse is, it doesn't change the fact that you're still standing in this room despite the fact that the door is unlocked and you've had more than enough time to leave."

Kurt was at a loss for words. Kurt was never at a loss for words. Usually, if anyone dared to interrupt him, he'd immediately cut them down to size with a few scathing remarks. But this was not one of those times. Instead, he stood rooted to the spot as he watched Blaine finally rise from his bed.

"Let me make this easier for both of us."

Without warning, Blaine began to strip. He never looked away from Kurt, audaciously maintaining eye contact as he revealed himself. It was a short affair, since he only wore two articles of clothing. He quickly pulled his top over his head and pulled his sweatpants down. Kurt knew he shouldn't be surprised by the fact that Blaine went commando. He was, however, surprised at by Blaine's physique.

Kurt forced himself to swallow as he took in Blaine's form. He was maybe an inch or two shorter than Kurt. Blaine was all lean muscle that clearly hinted at the ability to take care of himself. Kurt's eyes had a mind of their own and steadily traveled down Blaine's body. He tried to avert his eyes once they landed on Blaine's cock, but they weren't having any of that. Even though Blaine wasn't aroused, Kurt was sure that he would need both hands to properly jerk him off.

'What the hell? Where did that come from?' Kurt didn't get a chance to ponder his sudden change in thoughts when Blaine suddenly stepped forward and began pushing him backwards. Kurt felt the backs of his knees hit what he assumed was a chair that he hadn't noticed before. Blaine, with more force than Kurt anticipated, kept pushing until Kurt was seated.

Blaine immediately dropped to his knees and quickly undid Kurt's pants. All thoughts of protest and stopping this from going any further flew from Kurt's mind as soon as Blaine's warm hand reached inside his boxer briefs.

Kurt didn't even realize that he was half hard until Blaine had I'm in a firm grip. It didn't take long for Kurt to become fully aroused and, once he was, Blaine's hand was quickly replaced with his mouth.

"Oh yessss," Kurt hissed. He let his head fall back as he focused on the sensation of Blaine's tongue working him over. Kurt wasn't completely sure, but he was willing to bet that he did feel Blaine smirk around his cock, taking him as deep as possible before slowly coming up until just the head was between his lips.

Kurt managed to pry his eyes open and look down at Blaine, only to see that Blaine was already looking at him. He never broke eye contact with Kurt as he continued his slow torture, doing absolutely filthy things with his mouth and tongue. Kurt couldn't keep the staring contest going and shut his eyes when Blaine dipped his tongue into the slit, eagerly lapping up every drop of precome that he could reach. All Kurt could do was lose himself in the sensation of Blaine reducing him into a pile of putty in a chair.

Soon enough, perhaps too soon for Kurt's liking, he was snapped back to reality when Blaine stood up and rolled a condom onto Kurt's saliva-slicked cock.

'W-wait,' Kurt panted when Blaine moved to straddle him. He would have liked for his voice to be a bit steadier but that wasn't important right now. 'You aren't prepared.' Regardless of Blaine's profession, Kurt wasn't about to cause Blaine any discomfort.

Blaine regarded Kurt with an unreadable look before he smirked.

"Aw, how sweet. It's almost like you care about me. But I understand. It would be a real mood-killer if I just started bleeding all over your cock." Kurt winced at the visual and Blaine found himself amused by Kurt's reaction. Just because he was about to get fucked by this guy didn't mean that he had to be polite. "Seriously, did you really think that my hands were idle while I was sucking you off?" Blaine didn't give Kurt a chance to respond before he promptly lowered himself onto Kurt's cock.

They both gasped after Blaine's sudden movement. Kurt immediately had Blaine's hips in a vice-like grip to keep Blaine still and to prevent himself from thrusting ruthlessly into Blaine. Blaine sat completely still, trying to adjust to the feeling of being filled so completely. It had been a while since he'd had a client and, even though he'd taken care to prepare himself, he was still unused to being so thoroughly filled.

Kurt wasn't faring much better. He would be the first to admit that it's been a while since he's had sex, but he didn't realize how long and how much he'd missed being completely engulfed in such an utterly hot and tight body.

'How on earth did I survive for so long without this?' Kurt wondered to himself. While he was never one to actively seek out sex, and still wasn't, despite his current position, Kurt wasn't actively avoiding it either. Due to his demanding career, he simply didn't have time to find someone he liked enough to have sex with.

Blaine was the first to move, wrenching Kurt from his thoughts. He slowly rolled his hips, biting his lips to keep the low moan from escaping. The last thing he wanted to do was give Kurt the impression that he was actually enjoying this. After all, he was just doing his job.

But still, out of all the men that Blaine has been with before then, he could already tell that Kurt was one to remember, even if he wasn't quite sure why just yet.

Kurt was brought back to reality when Blaine slightly moved above him. His hands traveled along Blaine's sides as Blaine set a slow and languid pace. It was a sweet torture that left Kurt simultaneously wanting to reach his climax as quickly as possible and make it last forever. However, Kurt, not one to be a passive participant, decided to meet Blaine's hips with a quick thrust of his own and was pleased to hear Blaine gasp in response.

Kurt raised his head and was met with Blaine staring directly at him. One eyebrow was raised and while he continued to rock in Kurt's lap, he was clearly challenging Kurt. Kurt had an answering smirk of his own. Kurt Hummel was never one to back down from a challenge.

Kurt's hands returned to Blaine's hips and all but stilled his movements. Kurt began pumping into Blaine in earnest, relishing the feeling of him greedily accepting each thrust. Blaine allowed himself to succumb to the feel of Kurt's hips snapping up to meet his. He was still trying to hold in his moans of pleasure, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge his own enjoyment. He wasn't doing as well as he would have liked and couldn't help the quiet whimper that escaped whenever Kurt hit his prostate.

Kurt must have sensed his determination and resolved to break it as quickly as he could. He could tell from the way that Blaine sometimes let a small whine escape from between his still-swollen lips, that he was enjoying this just as much as Kurt was. Kurt doubled his efforts, aiming for Blaine's prostate on every thrust. He fully intended to make Blaine fall apart.

Kurt vaguely wondered why it mattered so much to him that a prostitute get off. After all, wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? He chalked it up to a mild feeling of guilt. He never actually asked for this and he supposed that it was best if they both got some enjoyment out of this.

Kurt landed a particularly hard thrust against Blaine's prostate and Blaine couldn't help the surprised cry that tore from his throat. Kurt took this as encouragement and suddenly grabbed Blaine's neglected cock. He stroked it slowly, in complete contrast to his rapid thrusts. He wanted Blaine to come before he did. He needed to see him let go.

Blaine wasn't sure which sensation to focus on. Between Kurt's warm and slightly damp hand on his cock and the relentless assault on his prostate, Blaine knew that he wasn't going to last longer. He also knew that he was steadily leaning closer to Kurt's lips, desperate to taste them.

Blaine knew that his train of thought was a terrible idea. In his profession, kissing on the lips wasn't necessarily forbidden, but it certainly didn't happen often. Everyone knew where a whore's mouth has been. But, despite the warning bells blaring in his mind, Blaine couldn't bring himself to care at that moment.

He was close and he wanted nothing more than to feel Kurt's lips on his own. Blaine didn't have to wait much longer.

Kurt leaned forward, his short, rapid pants ghosting across Blaine's lips. They shared a breath before Kurt whispered, "Come for me, Blaine."

Blaine didn't need to be told twice. He crashed his lips against Kurt's, forcing Kurt to swallow his scream as he came hard.

Kurt barely held back from his own orgasm, desperately wanting Blaine to come first. He immediately plundered Blaine's mouth, tasting every corner that Blaine had to offer. Kurt decided that Blaine tasted delicious, like nutmeg, vanilla, and Blaine.

Blaine knew that he'd made a mistake. He knew that, if Santana found out, there'd be hell to pay. He knew that he could probably say goodbye to this godforsaken job, and his last chance at getting his life on track along with it.

But in that moment, Blaine figured that, if he was going to lose his job over this, he might as well enjoy it. He rarely enjoyed anything any more and he was surprised that Kurt, a client like every one before him, was able to make him remember such a feeling.

Finally, Blaine pulled back from Kurt and studied his face. Kurt's hair was a mess, a little damp and completely disheveled. His lips were slightly swollen from their fierce kiss and his eyes were still glazed as Kurt blinked through his post-orgasmic high. In short, Kurt looked like he'd had a great fuck.

Upon seeing his handiwork, Blaine felt a small twinge of satisfaction. He refused to send his clients away looking anything less than thoroughly debauched.

Sighing Blaine stood up and winced at the feel of Kurt sliding out of him so easily. He knew that he would be sore tomorrow.

"I trust that you can find your way out," Blaine said as he walked into his bathroom. He didn't even look back before shutting the door.

Kurt remained in the chair, unable to fully process what just happened. He was on autopilot as he disposed of the condom and straightened out his clothes. Kurt wondered if he should wait for Blaine to come out of the bathroom so that he could explain his situation, but, at the sound of the shower running, he thought better of it.

Kurt blew out a puff of breath that he didn't realize he was holding. He suddenly felt exhausted and was in need of a very strong drink. With a last look around the room, Kurt left. He didn't bother looking Santana in the eye as he walked past the front desk. The blush on his cheeks said everything and more.