AN:This is a pornstar!Kurt fic. Heed this warning. If you are uncomfortable with any of the following please do not continue to read this story.
Warnings: Top!Kurt, Bottom!Kurt, Kurt with multiple male characters and implied female characters (never shown but mentioned/alluded to in conversation), masturbation, hand jobs, blow jobs, frottage, rimming, intercural/glutal, M/M penetrative sex, facials, rough/anger sex, mild breathplay, barebacking, threesomes/group sex, some mild dirty talk, mild slut shaming, Top!Sebastian, Bottom!Sebastian.
If anyone finds anything else that needs to be added to this list please let me know. I have most of this written and I believe this is all that I have to warn about. As you can see it is an extensive list so please be kind if there is something I missed.
There will be no hard kinks (like scat, gore, golden shower, severe bdsm themes, etc.).
Also, I am not, nor have I ever been a film student or pornstar! So, therefore I am claiming artist license!
For clarifications, Italic text on its own between line breaks is what would be shown as a scene for the website.
I do not own Glee or the characters mentioned within this story. They belong to FOX and RIB.
Thank you and enjoy!
Artie darted his eyes back and forth between several different screens while typing randomly on a keyboard and clicking furiously at his mouse. The scene in front of him had so many continuity issues that he would be lucky to finish it by the end of tomorrow, which would cause his boss to have a fit seeing as it was supposed to be uploaded tonight.
Sighing and running his fingers under his eyes behind his glasses, he rolled back away from the desk. He needed to take a break and come back with a fresh set of eyes and then maybe he would be able to piece together something. Maybe he would stop by Will's office and go ahead and let him know that the scene wasn't coming together as quickly as they would like. At least he could head off his boss's bitching if he came to Will instead of Will seeking him out.
Just as he was reaching the kitchen area of the 'campus', for lack of a better term, Artie practically ran over his boss.
"Hey, Artie. I was just coming to check in with you. How is the Thad and Hunter scene coming along?"
Shit! Artie thought to himself. Well, might as well get it over with…
"To be honest, not well. The angles are really rough. The transitions just cannot be pieced together without giving away the skips in positions. It's just a hot mess," Artie sighed.
"We need that scene up by tonight. We need something. It's been over a week since we posted anything new," Will complained.
"I understand that. Which is why I made sure I had the new kid's solo video edited first thing this morning after you filmed it. But I can't keep going like this. There is too much to be done in the cut room for just me alone."
Artie had been angling for Will to bring on some help for him in editing for almost 6 months now. He hoped to be able to bring in someone, train them and then go out and try his hand at running a scene to get more directorial experience.
"Well, I will leave that to you then. Get someone in here that will work for the same as you and that can edit as fast as you," Will conceded. "Just make sure they can be discreet. We don't need any more crazies running around here like last time. Everyone needs to be able to be comfortable."
Artie grinned brightly and chose to ignore the jab at his predecessor. He couldn't blame Will for the shot at Sandy. Artie felt the same way, that guy was certifiable.
"Thanks Will. And just a suggestion, I think that you should pair Jeff with Kurt for his first partnered scene. They would have some wicked chemistry together."
Will bobbed his head in a slight nod while thinking it over for a moment. "If it's a hit then you will get your chance to be in charge of a scene," he said before leaving the room.
As soon as Will turned his back, Artie's fist pumped into the air in excitement. He knew the perfect person to bring into Dalton. Someone who knew more about editing and cameras and everything involving film than he could even hope to tap into.
Artie practically burned the rubber off his wheels going back to email his best friend about this new opportunity. If anyone would be able to do this job and appreciate it to its fullest, it would Sebastian.
"Mr. Smythe, you haven't signed up for any of the internships that are offered for the summer terms yet. You are aware that you need one, along with a short film or documentary before you can proceed with your masters in cinematography and directing, aren't you?" Mrs. Grayson inquired during their end-of-the-semester tracking meeting.
Sebastian gulped audibly. He had been suffering from a hellacious version of the flu the week that the internship list had been posted and all his classmates clamored to secure the most prestigious and high paying ones. By the time he was able to leave his dorm room and not vomit over anything in the vicinity, there were only a hand full left and none that paid. And Sebastian needed one that paid.
Film was his passion. His father could never understand it. When Sebastian told his father that he didn't want to go into business or law and wanted to study film instead, it lead to a conversation that was way too long and arduous and a proclamation that if Sebastian wanted "to waste his time" then he would have to pay for it himself. Mr. Smythe had allowed him access to his college fund that had been set up from him since birth but refused to add to it or help him take out any loans. Everything would be upon Sebastian to figure out financially. And he had. Sebastian had managed with grants and scholarships and summer jobs to keep the number of loans he had to take out to a minimum.
After 4 years, Sebastian was only $20,000 in debt from student loans. An amazing feat considering that he was studying at UCLA Berkeley. It was not cheap and Sebastian was making it through without being in the hole upwards toward $75k like most of his fellow future filmographers.
Sebastian knew that if he worded his response the right way that he could continue with his dream. Mrs. Grayson had been helping him on his way since his freshman orientation and he knew she would do anything in her power to allow him to keep studying.
"Well, as you know, I am here on my own. I have been only taking out the minimum amount of loans so as to not have to file for bankruptcy after being handed my diploma," he stated with a lilt of humor. It worked seeing as Mrs. Grayson smiled brightly at him.
"That being said," he continued while digging through his messenger bag for the portfolio he put together in case she would hear him out. "I have to submit my own internship program for your approval. I was sick when the list came out and all the ones that could pay me what I need to continue have already been filled. I have a friend who has found me a job with a production company and if you will allow it, I would like to use that as my internship credit."
The smile never left Mrs. Grayson's face as she placed her hand gently on top of her desk palm up and gesturing towards the file. She flipped through the contents after reading his cover letter. By the time she hit the fourth or fifth page, her smile fell and Sebastian was having a hard time swallowing from his nerves. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her brow furrowed before lifting her gaze back to him.
"I am assuming, since you are not the practical joke type, that this is legitimate? That you are trying to pass this, Dalton Entertainment, off as a great opportunity to get real working experience in your field?"
"Yes ma'am. I know it seems unorthodox, but it really will help. And before you ask, no, I will not be submitting any type of pornography for my master's acceptance consideration piece."
Mrs. Grayson barked out a quick, loud laugh at that and it immediately put Sebastian back at ease. "As long as it's not a 6 hours long documentary on the mating habits of bees, I think we'll be ok."
Sebastian ducked his head down as he chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I don't know what Sum Li was thinking when he pulled that out of his hat. Does this mean I can submit this as my internship offer?"
"I will talk to the other advisors and gain their opinions as well. If it still stands after their scrutiny, I will email you your approval and you can get to work."
Sebastian stood to shake her hand, thanking her profusely for every tiny bit of help she had offered him over the last 4 years.
Three hours later, Sebastian's phone pinged with an email notification that made him smile and started him to packing his bags to head to Dalton Entertainment after sending a quick text.
To Artie: Check the gate, bro! The fantastic film duo shall be reunited soon!
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