Blaine was a respectable business man. He was single, lived on the Upper East Side and thoroughly enjoyed the freedom to have a cigar and relax in the evenings.

“Come on. It’ll be fun,” Wes said as he leaned against the door frame.

It was Friday night, and Blaine was still typing away at his computer, setting up appointments for Monday and rearranging his schedule. A major company had called at the last minute to set up a meeting, leaving all the frantic reorganising to Blaine.

He glanced at the clock and back to the long list of emails in his inbox. If he came in tomorrow evening, he’d be able to finish everything up before Monday.

“Where are you taking me, anyway?” Blaine asked as he logged off his computer and turned off the monitor.

Wes shrugged. “David’s taking us. He’s downstairs, with the limo waiting. I guess he thinks we’ll be too wasted to drive home by the end of the night.”

Blaine grabbed his coat and hat from the hook and followed Wes out the door. He hadn’t been out in a very long time, so this was something to look forward to.

After they settled in the limo, David lit a cigarette and held it out to Blaine.

“No, thank you. I’ll wait until we get there. By the way, where are we going?”

David smiled and shared a look with Wes. “There’s a club nearby with live dancers, and I did a bit of research. Every other Friday night there’s a surprise guest I thought you might enjoy.”

“Great,” Blaine said, his mind now plagued with unwanted visions of horribly dressed women trying to have sex with men for money. “Sounds fantastic.”

Wes laughed and puffed on his cigar. “You know he wouldn’t take you anywhere unless it was classy. “

Blaine raised an eyebrow. “I beg to differ. Are we going to discuss The Bottom, or shall we leave that to history?”

“I promise this will be so much better. You’ve probably even heard of it.” David gestured out the window.

Blaine turned his head, the red and blue flashing lights now catching his attention.

Cheerios.

“I’ve heard of this place,” Blaine said quietly. “It’s high profile. How did you even get us in?”

“I know one of the dancers. Her name’s Santana,” replied David as he swung open the door and stepped out.

Blaine straightened his jacket as he climbed out of the car and closed the door behind him.

David walked right up to the front of the line and started chatting quietly with the bouncer. Blaine looked behind them. The line was long and went halfway down the street. He was suddenly very thankful for David’s connections.

There was a noise of disapproval behind them as the three men were allowed inside.

They were stopped again by the coat check, and Blaine handed his over, careful to ask her not to crush his hat when she packed it away. The woman gave him a small smile, and promised to return it in the same condition.

Blaine followed after David and Wes, blinking as he took in his surroundings. The music was so loud it made the floor beneath his feet shake. The further in they got, the more humid it became. Blaine reached for his tie and loosened it, already feeling the sweat forming at the base of his neck.

A blonde woman found them before they even sat down. She was wearing black booty shorts and a silver tank top. “I’m Bubbles. Well, actually I’m Brittany, but Coach Sue likes to give us nicknames. Can I get you boys something to drink?”

Blaine was about to respond when he was interrupted by Wes. “The two of us will have a beer. He has a private show with Porcelain.”

“Pardon?” Blaine’s head snapped around so fast he actually felt a sting. “With who? And when was this arranged?”

David smirked as Brittany took down their order but remained silent.

“Porcelain is my friend. He’s the best dancer in the joint. It must have cost you a pretty penny to get in with him,” she said as she tucked her notebook into her shirt. “He’ll make it worth your while.”

When she was out of ear shot, Blaine turned back to his friends. “What have you done?”

David raised his hands in defence. “Okay, look. You have been so uptight recently that we thought you needed a break. A good, relaxing break. We heard nothing but good things about Porcelain, so we figured we’d help you out and get you something that you’d never get for yourself.”

“Anderson?”

Blaine jumped in his seat when a woman appeared at his side. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Call me Coach. I own this place. Porcelain’s ready for you. Follow me.”

Blaine gave his friends one last dirty look before trailing after her.

“All right, listen here, hobbit. Your friends paid for the Executive package. You can have whatever you want, but there are some rules,” Coach told him as they walked.

“Okay.” Blaine wasn’t sure how else to reply.

“First rule is: you don’t touch until Porcelain says you can touch. Second rule is: there is no violence here. If you hit him, you’re out. Third and final rule: if Porcelain says to stop, you stop. Understood?”

Blaine nodded silently as they arrived at a closed door. “I understand.”

He had no idea what he was expected to do. He didn’t ask for this, and he certainly wasn’t the type of person to buy sex from a complete stranger. Blaine doubted very much that he would even enjoy this so-called private show.

Coach opened the door and gestured for Blaine to go inside. “Enjoy the show, hobbit.”

Blaine forced a smile as he stepped inside. The room was dark and the only light came from a small lamp in the corner of the room. He briefly wondered if there were cameras here. He assumed yes; not only to protect the dancers, but the clients as well.

The stage was small, with a singular pole in the middle of it. There was a plush chair set right in front of the stage, in the middle so he’d have a good view.

Blaine walked over and pried off his tie before he sat down in the comfortable leather chair.

Almost immediately, the music began to play.

Blaine jumped ever so slightly, caught off guard by how loud it was in the small room. A spotlight lit up to the right of the stage, the silver curtains almost glowing beneath it. Blaine tapped his foot to the beat, and an announcer came through the speaker.

“Introducing your entertainment for this evening, Porcelain!”

Blaine’s eyes were locked on the stage as a man stepped out from behind the curtains, his hips swinging in time with the beat. His hair was styled into spikes, and his clothes clung snugly to the lines of his body. He wore a tight purple shirt with a dipping v neck and even tighter black jeans. On his feet were boots that went almost all the way to his knees, and Blaine wondered for a moment how he even managed to walk in them let alone dance.

He had a light grey scarf wrapped securely around his neck and it flowed behind him as he walked.

Finally, Porcelain lifted his head and made eye contact with Blaine as he gripped the side of the pole and flipped himself upside down effortlessly, wrapping his legs around it. The music played on as he slid down and arched his back until his feet landed gracefully on the floor.

Blaine sat with his mouth open as the man easily wrapped one leg around the pole and swung around, only breaking eye contact when he was facing the opposite direction.

Suddenly, Porcelain dropped to his feet; his hips moving to the beat as he walked down the stairs that Blaine only just realized were there. He untied the scarf as he moved closer and without warning straddled Blaine’s waist.

Blaine instinctively placed his hands on Porcelain’s waist, ignoring Coach’s voice in his ear about the rules as the scarf was draped around his neck. The first thing Blaine noticed was the silver glitter at the sides of Porcelain’s eyes, leading Blaine to actually look at his eyes.

Porcelain leaned in. “So, Mr. Anderson. Tell me what I can do for you,” he purred, breath gusting hot against Blaine’s ear. His hips were still moving in motion to the music, and Blaine was beginning to think it was on repeat.

“I don’t… I’m not the one who bought you,’ Blaine stuttered out. He mentally slapped himself for his choice of words.

Porcelain laughed against his cheek. “You can have whatever you want. I’m all yours.”

“What’s your name?” asked Blaine.

“Porcelain.”

“No. Your real name,” Blaine clarified as the man in his lap stretched all the way back. Blaine’s eyes drifted to the strip of exposed skin at his navel, and he swiped his thumb over it. Porcelain’s skin was incredibly smooth under his touch, and Blaine found himself wanting to see more.

Porcelain hummed in approval as he sat back in Blaine’s lap. “I don’t usually give out my real name.”

Blaine swallowed, his gaze drifting from Porcelain’s lips back up to his captivating eyes. Blue, green and every other color Blaine could think of swirled in those eyes. “I don’t usually come to clubs and then find myself in rooms with strange men who dance and let me have their way with them for a price.”

“Are you trying to insult me, Mr. Anderson? If you don’t want me, you can leave at any time,” Porcelain replied smoothly.

Blaine shook his head. “No. I was just making a fair point. I’m doing something I don’t usually do, so I think it’s fair if you try it out as well.”

Porcelain laughed again and rested his hands on Blaine’s shoulders. “My name is Kurt.”

“Last name?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Blaine licked his lips and brought his hands to the hem of Kurt’s shirt. “Can we take this off?” he asked, his eyes never leaving Kurt’s.

Kurt raised his arms and Blaine allowed his fingers to graze over skin as he lifted the shirt up and over his head. He sat back in his chair, and for the first time since he arrived he noticed that Kurt seemed hesitant in his next move.

“You’re gorgeous,” Blaine said before he could stop himself. His fingers traced down Kurt’s abdomen, and Kurt shivered under the attention.

Kurt’s hand fell between their bodies, and he palmed Blaine’s cock over his pants. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Blaine’s ear. “How do you want me?”

It was Blaine’s turn to shiver, and he grabbed Kurt’s thighs to lift him up. Kurt sucked in a breath as Blaine walked until they were pressed into the wall.

Kurt instantly wrapped his legs around Blaine’s waist. “Do you want to fuck me against this wall, Mr. Anderson?”

“Blaine. Call me Blaine.”

Kurt smiled, and Blaine realized quite quickly that he wanted much more than this with Kurt. Much more than a one night stand in the back of a club. “I don’t want to fuck you. Not here anyway.”

He trailed one hand up Kurt’s thigh, his finger popping open the button on Kurt’s pants. “Tell me what you want.”

Kurt hesitated again, and for the first time that night, Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips. It took him a minute to respond, then his mouth was moving over Blaine’s, tongues sliding against each other.

“I want you,” Kurt murmured against Blaine’s lips. “Touch me.”

Blaine groaned and used one hand to slide Kurt’s jeans down to his thighs. Kurt reached between them and undid Blaine’s belt with one hand, quickly pushing Blaine’s pants down.

They both looked down as their cocks touched for the first time. Kurt reached behind him, diving a hand into the bunched-up back pocket of his jeans. He retrieved a condom and quickly tore it open with his teeth. “I’m sorry. It’s part of the rules.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Blaine said as Kurt rolled the condom down his length, and carefully wrapped his fingers around both erections. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Blaine found Kurt’s lips again as he thrust into his hand. His senses were overwhelmed with the smell and taste of him, and god, the feel of him as they slid together.

Kurt tangled his hands in the curls of Blaine’s hair, and Blaine suddenly became very thankful that he hadn’t put gel in it that morning.

Blaine mouthed along Kurt’s jawline and down the pale column of his neck. Kurt’s head fell back against the wall to allow him easier access while he continued to fist both of their cocks.

“Shit, yeah, like that Kurt,” Blaine moaned as he latched his mouth onto Kurt’s pulse point and sucked.

“Blaine,” Kurt whined.

The use of his first name caught Blaine by surprise. He brought his hand to Kurt’s ass, kneading the muscle as Kurt sucked on his bottom lip.

Blaine could feel the sweat beginning to form on his forehead, and his shirt clung to his back as they moved together.

Kurt twisted his wrist on the upstroke of his hand and it nearly sent Blaine over the edge. “Oh god, I’m close.”

“Me too,” Kurt gasped as he looked down. His thumb slid over the head of Blaine’s cock, and pressed along the underside.

Blaine came with Kurt’s name on his lips as his hips thrust him harder into Kurt’s fist. He swatted Kurt’s hand away and replaced it with his own. The come that gathered on his skin made for an easy glide as Blaine worked Kurt over, hard and fast.

Kurt arched back as he came, spilling over Blaine’s hand. Blaine stroked him through it until Kurt hissed with sensitivity.

He lowered Kurt to the floor, keeping a grip on his hip until he was steady on his feet.

“Kurt, I’d love to take you out sometime. I mean, properly,” Blaine said quickly, knowing their time together was running out.

Kurt pulled his pants back up and buttoned them up. “Blaine, I don’t date. I work here.”

“I’d be willing to look past that,” answered Blaine as he tossed Kurt his shirt. “It doesn’t matter to me where you work. I just… I feel like I need to know more about you.”

Kurt bit his lip as he worked his shirt over his head and back down his torso. “What makes you think that you’re my type?”

“Am I?”

“Maybe,” Kurt blushed, the flush of pink creeping down his neck.

The music ended and the stage lights shut off. “Looks like it’s time for the main show.”

“Kurt, wait. Take this.” Blaine pushed a business card into Kurt’s hands. “If you want to get together sometime, just call me. We can go out for coffee or Chinese food or something.”

Kurt looked down at the card and back at Blaine. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said before he slipped the card into his back pocket. He gave Blaine one last smile before he left the room.

Blaine watched him leave before he turned back and sat down in the chair to collect his thoughts.

He was barely sitting for two minutes when the door was pushed open and Wes and David walked inside.

“How was it?” Wes asked.

David slapped his arm. “Obviously it was great. I mean, he’s wearing a scarf that he certainly didn’t come here with.”

Blaine looked down and sure enough, Kurt’s scarf was hanging around his neck. He played with it for a few moments before he looked back up at Wes and David with a smile. “Yeah, it was great.”