Tainted Porcelain

by KL4INE-4-EV4

Blaine, a successful lawyer living in New York city, has his life turned upside down on the night of his 30th birthday. He meets an exotic dancer named Porcelain, who he is instantly attracted to despite the fact he is married to a woman. Will he give up his entire life to follow is heart? And will he do it in time to save Porcelain from his dark past. KLAINE

A/N Hey everyone. This is a story that I have been working on for weeks alongside carnivorous jealousy (Don't worry, I haven't abandoned that one!) But this one is finally ready to upload. What better day to do it than on Glee's 10thanniversary!

WARNINGS: Mature language, Sexual scenes, Mentions of non-consensual (underage) sex.

Songs mentioned: Shut up and Drive by Rhianna. Haunted By Beyoncé

I do not own the writes to any song or character you recognise.

"Oh come on, Blaine, Don't be such a Debbie downer" Jeff pleaded, clasping his hands together and making puppy dog eyes.

"It's just not my thing" I sighed, continuing to type on my computer.

I was currently sat in my plush leather chair in front of my desk. It is situated on the 17th floor of The Anderson and Sons law firm, which is just off the corner of Wall Street. It wasn't even 10am on a Thursday morning and I already had Jeff bothering me. It is my 30th birthday tomorrow and he insisted on taking me to a strip club in New York, Fruity's, in order to celebrate.

"Naked people, drinks and good music is everybody's thing"

I rubbed my temples trying not to burst into a fit of rage at my old school friend. It had been a busy and stressful week in the office and i didn't have time for games, i was in the middle of accepting a multi-million dollar deal. Don't get me wrong, Jeff is an amazing person, I employed him after all. He just didn't know when to shut the hell up. I hadn't even had the chance for my morning medium drip as Quinn wasn't around to wake me up. She was away on business.

"Need i remind you, i'm married" I said, hitting the send button on my emails quite violently.

"It's an open marriage" He shrugged.

I couldn't argue with him on that one. I sighed again, this time looking down at the plain silver band on my left ring finger. It was true, Quinn and I's marriage was less than conventional. In fact, it was more for convenience. My dad along with Quinn's father were both smart business men in the law industry and instead of fighting each other to get to the top, they decided to join forces and become the most sort after lawyers in the United States. This meant they were always away travelling and i was left in charge of The Anderson's law firm whilst Quinn works at the sister company, Fabray and co.

As a 14 year old, i had come out to my father as gay. I knew i liked boys after staring to long at the football team in the locker rooms. I was apprehensive about telling him, but he laughed it off and blamed it on hormones, saying i would eventually get over it. I have never grew out of the whole gay thing, but now I just supress it.

My father introduced me to Quinn at an office party when i was 22. I had been working for my father for a year at this point after he offered to pay my entire school fees if i studied law instead of music. I yearned for many years to be a musician and always thought i would teach it. But school is expensive and there's no going back. That was years ago, and now I'm rich and successful so i couldn't ask for more.

I couldn't deny that Quinn was a gorgeous women when i met her. There was just no urge to rip her clothes off, or snuggle up together for that matter. I love Quinn as a companion and i care for her deeply, in many ways she is a good wife, she will get me up in the mornings, make my lunch for work and make sure there is food on the table for when i get home. We kiss, but there is never any true feeling behind it, it's just become a thing and I would never disrespect her by watching sleazy dancers or having an affair.

We have been married for 5 years now. I felt the need to propose as my father had been complaining that we were not being talked about as much in the papers as we usually had and we needed more popularity. When word got out that Quinn and I would be married, our phones didn't stop and both my and her father were extremely happy. That's what matters most.

"I don't care Jeff, i'm not going"

"God, you're so boring!" Jeff exclaimed, plonking himself unceremoniously down into one of the chairs facing my desk, "What happened to you, Blaine? You used to be so charismatic and care-free."

"I grew up" I said, raising an eyebrow up at him, typing out yet another email without looking at the keyboard.

"Strip clubs are grown up, you have to be at least 21" He quipped, just as a knock interrupted our conversation.

"Oh, thank god" I said as Nick, Jeff's husband entered the room with a coffee cup, "Maybe you can talk some sense into him."

"What're you talking about?" Nick asked, settling in the seat beside Jeff and handing me the cup which I took gratefully.

"He's trying to get me to go to Fruity's tomorrow, but i'm too busy" I answered before Jeff could, humming in delight as the scolding liquid lapped my throat.

"Well why don't you?" Nick replied, "You're only 30 once"

I stared at Nick opened mouthed, "You're supposed to be the sensible one!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms up in defeat.

"I am" Nick and Jeff both chuckled, "Look, Blaine, I know you love to work hard but you deserve a break. If you carry on this way you're going to burn yourself out. Quinn's away on business so you have no excuse to keep her company."

"All the Warblers are coming" Jeff continued for Nick, "It'll be just like old times."

"If i say yes, will you leave me to answer my emails in peace?"

"Yes!" Jeff clapped happily, "I'll text you the details tonight after work"

I nodded with uncertainty as he hauled Nick up and left the room. What have i just done? I thought to myself as i took a large swig from my premium coffee cup. I have no business at a strip club.

Pulling myself out of my chair, i looked out of the glass wall of my office onto the streets of New York. It was early march so even though the snow had melted a while ago, there was still a bitter chill in the air as busy people wrapped up in big coats and scarves rushed across the street, hailing cabs and shouting at runners and tourists who got in their way.

I loved the buzz that come with New York. There is always something to do no matter what, unlike my home town Ohio. It's true that New York is really the city that never sleeps. The nightlife is just as hectic, if not more so, than the daytime. Fruity's was no exception.

Fruity's is a strip club situated on the outskirts of the New York ghetto but nonetheless, it is extremely popular. This is likely due to the fact it is LGBTQ+ friendly and caters for all, especially in the realms of private shows and sex, which probably isn't legal, but nobody says anything about it. It doesn't have the best reputation for caring about their dancers either, but the drinks are amazing and usually people don't care when they're drunk and have a dancer's crotch in their face. I shivered at the thought of a vagina in my face.

I had heard multiple stories from people in the staff room that Fruity's is a really good night out if you want to do whatever you want and get laid quick. For people who worked in my office, money wasn't an issue and they could clearly afford whoever they wanted. Sebastian, one of my co-workers, had said that the lap dance he had received one night from a dancer named Porcelain was that amazing he almost came in his pants without touching. He has been a regular every since and was more than likely going to be joining us at my birthday celebration tomorrow. A part of me has always been curious about Fruity's but I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts. I had work to do.

8:30pm came around real quick the next day after getting in late from work last night. With no Quinn, i had to cook a ready meal for myself and i headed to bed straight after that to get some much needed rest. When i had arrived at work this morning, my employees had rallied round to get me a cake and had bought me several expensive gifts, which i didn't need but was grateful for.

Looking at the two ties which I had laid out on my double bed neatly, I snapped my Rolex on to my wrist. I also made sure to send a quick text to Quinn saying that i probably wouldn't reply for a while as the Warblers would be here soon. She took the fact that her husband was going to a strip club really well and told me to have fun. I was really nervous about the night ahead. I haven't been out in probably about 2 years, apart from dinner with potential clients and staff.

"No tie" Somebody said from behind and i whipped around to see Jeff, Nick, Thad, Trent and Sebastian all standing in my spacious room.

"Jesus" I said breathless, clutching a hand to my chest, "I didn't hear you guys come in"

"Evidently" Said Sebastian, looking me up and down. I was wearing a Ralph Lauren black polo that accentuated my biceps with bright red slacks that hugged all the right place and a pair of shiny leather Loubiton loafers. I still wanted to look good.

"Forget the tie" Sebastian said, coming forth to pop open a few buttons on my polo, "Loosen up."

"We brought beer" Jeff announced, holding up two plastic bags full of ale. He opened one with his teeth and handed it to me, which i drank eagerly to try and settle my nerves.

"Lets go" I grabbed a suit jacket, shutting the door behind me.

It was now about 11pm as the Warblers and I stumbled into Fruity's, trying not to fall into the beefy bodyguards outside the club, who didn't seem to actually be doing anything at all. We had been to several bars before arriving at the strip club and had played poker at a few gambling places. My body was buzzing due to the alcohol i had consumed and it was a weird yet not unwelcoming feeling, having not drank this much in a while. I was still at the point where i could see and i knew what i was doing, but still giggled as Jeff placed a sash saying "Birthday Boy" across my body.

The music thumped through my veins as we stood waiting to be served at the bar which stretched along the length of the club. Bar men and maids were expertly producing drinks quickly, all wearing simple black clothing in an attempt to not out shine the dancers. The club was full of people from all age ranges, some were talking in groups and sitting at booths where others were too busy ogling the near naked guys and girls who were handing out drinks to paying customers.

The establishment was a little dark and dingy, but for the most part it was clean and was lit up in different colour stream lights which made the dancers look amazing. There were several poles dotted throughout the room that both men and women were swinging around, teasing the customers and often pointing to the door with a curtain across it that said "Private viewing." The dancers all looked in really good shape, but none of them made me excited. Not that it mattered as i had Quinn.

"I reserved us some seats at the front" Sebastian, thrusting a drink into my hand and pulling me towards the stage. The stage took up most of the space in the room and had a runway. It currently had no dancers on it but as soon as i took my seat, a booming voice over the speakers introduced three dancers who went by the name, Sugar, Spice and Porcelain.

"That's spice" Sebastian whispered into my ear as a thin Latina in a skimpy red leather dress made herself known on the stage. She teased the on lookers with expertise, running her hands down her body as she swayed her hips to the beat.

I've been looking for a driver who is qualified

So if you think that you're the one step into my ride

She was pretty with her dark skin and hair. The crowd certainly appreciated it when she stepped out of her dress, revealing matching red lingerie underneath. Dollars were being thrown everywhere as she was joined by another dancer, this time a tall blonde girl dressed in white, who I assumed was Sugar.

My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode

So start me up and watch me go, go, go, go

The two dancers slithered across the stage, touching and groping each other's bodies making a show. They both had enormous heels on and I hollered along with everybody for the fun but i wasn't that interested in the two females. That was until Porcelain stepped out.

Porcelain appeared on stage as the other two girls left to collect money from the crowd. My hollering stopped immediately and i could hear Sebastian chuckling as my breath caught in my throat. Porcelain was wearing thigh high boots and the black leather they were made out of contrasted perfectly against his milky white skin. He was also wearing a pair of black boy shorts that his ass was spilling out of as he threw himself upside down on the pole. His legs went on for what i thought was miles and his strong muscles were threatening to pierce out of his skin as he held himself up. The girls and gay men in the club in the club were going absolutely wild and I could understand why, with jet black hair that matched his eyeliner which framed his glistening eyes.

Can you handle the curves, can you run all the lights

If you can, baby boy, then we can go all night

Porcelain was grinding with earnest. He thrust his package up and down and teased the crowd so well that i could feel an emerging bulge pressing against my zipper. I put it down to the alcohol consumption as i fanned myself lightly with my hand.

Porcelain was sauntering towards us and I could tell he recognised Sebastian sat beside me. The dancer gracefully accepted a 50 dollar bill between his teeth that Sebastian held out for him. He then shifted and his eyes locked on mine, looking at my designer clothes and birthday sash gleefully before jumping off the stage so that is crotch was directly at eye-level. I swallowed audibly as he gyrated his hips, before crouching down onto his knees, strong hands on my thighs and looking innocently up at me. Sebastian had to jab me in the ribs to remind me to take out my wallet. I didn't even look at how much it was before he tucked it safely into the laces of his boots, before climbing back on stage with Sugar and Spice to finish the routine.

"Isn't he amazing" Sebastian said rather than asked as the dancers left the stage with their money, sweating slightly.

"Yeah" I replied shakily, suddenly remembering how to breathe.

"I'll be right back" Sebastian clapped me on the back and left as i sipped my remaining rum and coke through a straw. I shrugged before joining the other Warblers on the dance floor.

A few hours had passed and i was rather enjoying my night. After the performance, the three dancers hadn't been on again and the ones that had been replacing them on stage just weren't as interesting as Porcelain. I furrowed my brows lightly thinking why Porcelain had this effect on me. Sure he was extremely good looking with his gorgeous stature but i shouldn't be thinking about him this way when i have a wife. A part of me just couldn't help it.

"Happy Birthday, Blaine" Sebastian returned from wherever he had gotten to, carrying drinks for all the Warblers.

"Thanks?" I said uneasily. Sebastian had been buying drinks for me all night, i wasn't sure what was so special about this one.

"I managed to pull a few strings" He said, handing the drinks out, "And you have a private dance with none other than Porcelain himself!" He exclaimed and the Warblers cheered in response.

"What?" I said, becoming more coherent, "I don't want one" I tried to snatch my wrist out of his grip as he pulled me towards the private viewing area, despite the fact that my pants were feeling tight again and my heart was beating with excitement.

"Hi, Steve" Sebastian said to a large bodyguard. He had no hair on his head and had several tattoos littering his face.

"Hi Sebastian, here again?" He chuckled,

"Not for me this time" He grinned, shoving me in front, "For the birthday boy"

"Well, this will certainly be the best present you will every get" The bouncer replied as he touched knuckles with Sebastian. "We are supposed to say no touching, if Porcelain wants you to leave you should, blah blah." He rolled his eyes, "But we really don't care along as Rob gets his money, so have fun."

He patted me lightly on the shoulder before showing me to the private room. I gulped at the confession that this "Rob" didn't care what happened to his dancers, but surely it couldn't be that bad.

Steve opened the door to a place which slightly resembled a bedroom. Well, there was a bed. It was more of a sex dungeon with chains and whips hanging from different areas and an impressive array of toys on the shelf. There was also a pole in the middle of the room. The walls were painted red and there was a black velvet double bed facing the door which i was told to wait patiently on. I tapped my feet nervously on the floor as Steve left.

I wasn't left on my own for long before a hand peeked out and turned on the iPod with a remote. There wasn't any lyrics to the beat that had begun playing and the music was quiet, but it was definitely something you could dance to. I held my breath as Porcelain emerged, wearing just a silky black robe that had his shoulder peeking out of. His hair was styled in a messy arrangement and some of his eyeliner was smudged from his dancing earlier. He was barefoot and i couldn't help but notice that his feet were smaller than i expected. I looked up at him as he stood in my personal space.

"So, it's Blaine, right?" He said, running his hands up and down my arms. I didn't know what i expected him to sound like. His whimsical voice was like music to my ears.

"Er yeah" I said, never this unsure of myself.

"Cute" He replied, crawling on the bed behind me so he could throw his arms over my shoulder and caress my chest. I couldn't help but moan at the intimacy, with his elegant fingers grazing my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and him mouthing at my neck. I hadn't had this much personal attention in too long.

"Your friend is very generous paying for this. I never disappoint" He whispered, hot breath coating the outer shell of my ear.

"What did he pay for exactly?" I stuttered, almost complaining at the loss of contact as he changed position and started twirling enticingly round the pole in front of me.

"Whatever you want" He laughed although it was hollow, "Some people want a dance" He continued, shaking himself out of his robe so that he was left in nothing but a jockstrap, "Some people want a blowjob, some want sex. I'm open to anything" He smiled, eyes twinkling mischievously as he stretched himself over to me. Being this close up i noticed that Porcelain's body was marred with little scars are the way up his arms and legs. They were the no bigger than a pea, but the red ones stood out more than the white against his complexion. His stomach was toned and in very good shape. Must be the dancing.

"How about we just talk?" I suggested and he abruptly shut the music off.

"What?" He asked, looking like a deer in the head lights.

"Yeah…" I drawled, wiping my sweaty palms on my slacks. I shuffled across the bed and patted the empty space next to me. Although my body was responding to Porcelain's dancing, my mind wasn't and i couldn't betray Quinn. I also felt slightly sick at the thought of using somebody this way. Porcelain looked at me skeptically before putting his robe on but leaving it open. He gingerly sat crossed legged opposite me and just stared with a confused expression.

"Um, so how are you?" I asked, ducking my head and rubbing the side of my neck with my left hand.

"You're married" He said ignoring the question, eyes following the glint of my ring,

"Er, yeah" I said nervously, "That's why i thought we could just talk"

He smirked before pulling himself into my lap, his strong thighs bracketing my hips on either side. I threw my hands up in shock before they landed behind me so that i was leaning back a little.

"Married men are always the most dirty" He whispered against my lips, "Especially the ones that pretend they're straight."

I couldn't deny that my body urged me to kiss those plump lips as his upper body was pressed against mine. The heat was becoming too much but i refrained from doing anything, i couldn't do that. I didn't acknowledge the straight comment.

"Tell me about yourself" I asked, trying to stop my imminent erection.

He laughed loudly and continued his lap dance, throwing his head back to expose his milky neck that i was dying to taste. "You don't want to know about me, baby" He replied, looking deep into my eyes, "I'm very naughty."

I had to push him back by his shoulders lightly. This was all getting too much and i could feel myself losing control. The hurt expression on his face told me he wasn't used to rejection and he huffed before standing up, cocking his leg and placing a hand on his hip.

"Listen, i need the money" I was surprised to hear desperation in his voice, "Sebastian payed a lot for this and you still have 15 minutes"

"I can give you money, but i was under the impression that i could do whatever i want with my time, no?" I smirked, feeling more confident now that there was some distance between us. "So, you know Sebastian quite well?"

"You could say that" He shrugged, looking down and biting his lip as if he was embarrassed.

"I went to school with him" I carried on the conversation, "He now works at my law firm."

"You must be very successful" His eyes captivated by my Rolex,

"You could say that" I mimicked. "So, where did you go to school?"

"Um" He said with an uncertain tone, wrapping his arms around his small waist, "I was home schooled" He finally answered.

"Oh cool, and where do you consider home?"

"Here"

"You don't sound like you're from New York."

There was an awkward silence. I took the opportunity to really look at Porcelain. There was no doubt that he was a gorgeous specimen, but his body proportions just didn't seem, right. His stomach was toned but his waist was so tiny i would probably be able to clasp it all in my hands. His dark hair didn't seem to match his complexion and his face still had a hint of youth considering how defined his cheek bones and jaw were. You could spot a bronx accent from a mile away, so he couldn't be from this part of New York. Maybe he had just been here for several years and this was now his home.

"How old are you?" i asked curiously,

"Im 27" He said quickly, standing up straight and tall.

"I didn't expect you to be that old" I confessed, "How long have you been doing... this"

"Hmm" He paused, calculating his answer carefully "I've been a dancer for ages" he finished lamely.

"You're a very good dancer" I complimented and my heart fluttered slightly at the light blush that dusted his cheeks, "Have you considered dance school, maybe Julliard?"

He opened his mouth to speak but shut it abruptly when Steve entered the room.

"Your time is up" He said, Porcelain flinching slightly as Steve threw an arm round his shoulder and pulled him towards his side, "Although, i didn't hear much going on in here"

"We were just talking" I said.

"Talking?" Steve asked, looking pointedly at Porcelain, who sent me a pleading look,

"Yes" I continued, not sure why this was an issue, "Porcelain is a wonderful dancer and I wanted to get to know him." I smiled all teeth.

Steve laughed mockingly, "The only thing you need to know about Porcelain here", he emphasised the 'here' with a harsh smack on Porcelain's rear, causing him to jerk forward, "Is that he is definitely good with his mouth, but not for talking" he winked.

My mouth hung open at Steve's insinuation. I'm not naive, i know that sex happened here all the time, heck i even knew Porcelain has slept with Sebastian multiple times, but i was shocked that the security guard was being so obvious about it. I also didn't like the way he was holding Porcelain and i began to feel extremely uncomfortable.

"- And you know what Rob will do if he doesn't get dollar"

"I know" Porcelain whispered,

"What will happen?" I couldn't help but ask,

"Nothing that you'll need to worry your curly mop over" Steve said, "Porcelain can pay his time back in one way or another"

Wordlessly, i pulled out my wallet and withdrew some dollar bills, holding it out for Porcelain to take.

"Thanks man, Rob will appreciate this" Steve smiled, snatching the paper, "Now Porcelain has to get back to work, there's an old guy waiting for you in the next room"

The dancer nodded stiffly and left without saying anything, but his eyes thanked me for giving the security guard some money. I felt extremely sorry for Porcelain as i could tell he was uncomfortable around Steve. I shook my head, i didn't even know Porcelain at all, for all i know he could be a mad man or something so i wasn't sure why i cared so much. The uneasy feeling about this Rob hadn't left me though.

"You can see yourself out, right?" Steve said,

"Sure."

After my short conversation with Porcelain, i had left to join the warblers on the dance floor. It had been a few hours since but I couldn't get the interaction out of my head. It just seemed... Odd.

"Hey, i'm going to head out" I shouted to Nick over the loud music,

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, just tired after a long week at the office" I shrugged, he nodded in understanding.

"Do you want us to come with you?" He checked his watch, 3:07 it read back, "It's probably time we leave."

I shook my head, "I've sobered up, i can walk to the subway. Don't worry about it". I said my goodbyes to the Warblers before leaving the bustling club.

A few weeks had passed and Porcelain was quickly becoming an addiction. Nearly every weekend I was going to watch the dancer perform. I would try to stay in a secluded corner, admiring the angel from afar. On some occasions, when I had drank more than necessary, I would get a little closer to the enigma. One time, we made eye contact briefly and the flash of recognition in his eyes nearly mad me cream. It was almost perverted the way I thought about Porcelain, he was constantly on my mind.

Leaving the club one night, I pulled my jacket around my body. It was dark at this time in the morning and also extremely cold. I could see my breath as a white cloud in front of me as I huffed whilst walking down the street. It was relatively quiet for New York, apart from a few cabs driving around. I probably could have gotten a taxi home, but the subway wasn't far and it wasn't often that i walked anywhere so it was a nice opportunity for me to take my time.

As i rounded the first corner towards the back of Fruity's, I noticed a figure standing with their back against the bricks. They were clad in very skimpy material, especially for this type of weather and they left nothing to the imagination. It took me a moment to recognise it was Porcelain, who currently had his eyes closed and was nursing a lit cigarette between his plump lips.

"Porcelain" I said with some help of Dutch courage. He opened his eyes slowly and his eyes looked like the ocean, even in the poorly lit street. He looked dumbly at me for a moment before he recognised me.

"Blaine" He replied, blowing the smoke towards the left so it didn't hit my face. Oh fuck, he remembers my name. It sounds so right coming from him.

"What are you doing?"

"What're you doing?" He countered back chuckling lightly,

"I'm about to head home" I said sheepishly, he knew I had been at the club. He nodded but didn't speak back.

"You didn't answer my question"

"You ask a lot of questions" he observed. True. But he was just so damn interesting to me.

"Yet you don't answer most of them." I replied teasingly,

"I've already told you, gorgeous" The dancer smirked, sucking in another breath of smoke before stubbing out the butt of the cigarette with his boot, "You don't want to know." He leaned back against the wall again. I usually thought smoking was disgusting, but he could make anything look good.

"Well, why don't we start with your name" I suggested whilst a voice in the back of my head asked me why do i need to know, "It's only fair since you know mine."

"To you, it's Porcelain." He said fiercely. I held my hands up in surrender,

"Sorry" I said before silence took over. I didn't move from my spot though and I noticed the slight chatter of his teeth.

"You must be freezing" I slipped my jacket off and wrapped it around the dancer's shoulders. The sleeves were a bit short but the rest of jacket hung off his thin frame.

"Um" My words failed me as there wasn't much space between Porcelain and I. He truly was a gorgeous man despite his dark circles. Dancing must be tiring. Our breaths mingled as we stood nearly chest to chest. His piercing blue eyes penetrated mine and i longed to touch him, which is a feeling haven't experienced in a long time. Not with Quinn anyway.

"You shouldn't be here" He whispered, shaking his head.

"Why?"

"You're trouble" He stood back and i wanted to step towards him, but i knew he didn't want me to. I was about to ask him why he thought that but i was interrupted.

"Porcelain!" It was Steve, who was heading our way with an angry look on his face. I looked at Porcelain to find his eyes open wide and his jaw tightly shut.

"What the fuck do you think you're playing at" The bouncer hissed, grabbing Porcelain roughly by the bicep. I winced as the fabric of my jacket was pulled tight.

"Rob will be here in T-minus 2 minutes and you think you can have a break?"

"I was just about to come back" Porcelain whimpered,

"You've been in one dance number and been fucked twice. Do you think that means you're entitled to a break?" He spat, as if i wasn't even there "You remember what happened last time."

"Get outta here, Frodo" He turned to me, "Before I make you." He didn't let me reply before he dragged Porcelain back to the club.

I contemplated going after them to tell Steve to stop and that he was hurting Porcelain. My heart ached at his pain stricken face moments ago. However, i decided against it because i was quite scared of Steve and i didn't actually owe Porcelain anything. I sighed before walking back towards the subway.

It wasn't until the next Monday morning that I even thought about Porcelain again, never mind going to see him. Quinn had come back from whatever trip she had been on and we spent the evening catching up on work related business before settling into bed. Most of our days consisted of paperwork for both our companies so i was locked away in my study organising files on my days off.

"Soooo" Sebastian drawled as i entered the staff room. It had been the first time seeing him since my first encounter with Porcelain. "Did Porcelain rock your world or what" He said as a statement more than a question, grinning behind his ceramic mug.

"We just talked" I shrugged, remembering back. Sebastian laughed unnecessarily loud, drawing the attention from other colleagues in the room.

"Wait you're serious?" He asked, more quietly after noticing my expression. I nodded.

"I just wanted to get to know him more"

He laughed again, "I already told you he was amazing, there's nothing more to know. Unless you want to know about the raunchy details of how his ass fits like a glove."

"You're disgusting" I sneered but used to this kind of behaviour from him,

"It should be a crime" he said rather dreamily. Sebastian was more of a one-night stand kind of guy, so it was rare that he slept with the same person more than once. It was even more rare he sounded this enthralled by somebody.

"You almost sound as if you want to date him"

"Jealous are we, boss?"

"Of course not" I said embarrassingly quick. I blushed at the thought of dating Porcelain. If only.

"I would totally understand if you were" Sebastian said, "Jealous, i mean. It's rare that you can get somebody who is so easy but so good in between the sheets."

It didn't feel right talking about Porcelain in this way, but i had to remind myself this is how Sebastian usually is. The irrational side of me wanted to know what Porcelain was like in bed, but more than that it wanted to know what it would be like to wine and dine him, hold hands with him and kiss him under the stars. Stop it.

"Oh, by the way" Sebastian said, "Nick told me that there is something for you on your desk. He did tell me what it was but i wasn't really listening."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Sebastian walked away. What could it be? I wondered and quickly slurped the remains of my cold coffee before heading down towards my office.

Entering my office, there was a paper bag standing on top of my desk. Flicking the lock on my door, i walked hesitantly towards the package. It wasn't from a staff member as they were more likely to wrap a gift in expensive paper, or at least fill the bag with tissue. It wouldn't be from Quinn either as she had purchased me a pair of cufflinks already for my birthday.

I peered into the bag to find it was an article of clothing. I pulled the black material out to find that it was my Burberry jacket that i had worn to Fruity's the other night. I opened the jacket out and a piece of paper fell to the floor. Picking it up, the paper read:

Dear Blaine,

Thank you for letting me use your jacket, you were right, i was freezing. I assume that this is the correct Blaine as there isn't many Blaine's in the area that work at a law firm. However, if this is the wrong Blaine then, well, here's a Burberry jacket.

Best wishes,

Porcelain.

I chuckled at the note before a strange warmth spread throughout my body. Pressing my nose against the fabric of the jacket, a heavenly scent of vanilla and jasmine twirled up my nostrils. Porcelain had obviously taken the time to wash it from the distinct club smell and i sighed happily.

Tucking the note into the back pocket of my pants i decided that i would go and personally thank the dancer. I knew in reality I just wanted to see him again but i needed a good enough reason so that it wasn't so obvious. I thought about asking the guys to go out but i thought it would be better to go alone. I just had to let Quinn know.

The following Thursday was the day i was able to go back to Fruity's to thank Porcelain for bringing back my jacket. I had been dying to see the epitome of heaven again and I had managed to subtly get Porcelain's work schedule in a conversation with Sebastian who said that he works Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. Sebastian would usually go on a Friday or Saturday, therefore I picked Thursday to avoid seeing him. He also said Thursdays were quiet due to it being a weekday so it was prime opportunity.

I brought it up to Quinn on Wednesday when I told her that i might have to stay late in work to finish some paperwork for an important deal. I knew she would be suspicious if I told her I was going to a strip club on a weekday, especially since i had complained to her about not wanting to go with the guys from work.

Sebastian was right about it being more calm as I entered the club. There was still a good crowd of people and the drinks were flowing, but the bar staff looked less rushed and you didn't have to push to get through anywhere. I decided that I would order a drink first and walked to the bar.

"What can i get for you?" A lady with bleached blonde hair and a bold red lip asked, whose name tag read Taylor. I rattled off my order before taking a seat on the bar stool.

"Here to see anybody specific?" She asked, a knowing look in her eyes whilst she made the cocktail. "Porcelain, right?" She answered her own question.

"How did you know?" God was i that obvious?

Laughing she said, "Lot's of customers come on a Thursday to see Porcelain because they have had to go a whole four days without seeing him perform! I get it though, he is very good." She mused.

"Yeah, he is" I agreed, sipping the fruity concoction lightly,

"And judging by your designer clothes, you don't look like you go to strip clubs in the Bronx that often, so gotta be someone special."

Wrong and right. Wrong about the fact I wasn't coming often, I was here all the time. But right about Porcelain being special. Instead of continuing the conversation, I grabbed the glass and downed the drink before slamming it onto the counter a little too hard and leaving the bar maid behind. I couldn't stop the red colour from staining my cheeks and I had to get away from her if i didn't want my face to resemble a tomato.

As i couldn't see Porcelain out on the dance floor, i had to assume he was in the private viewing area. Due to the fact I hadn't been able to see Porcelain in a while, I decided to seek him out. Walking towards the curtain, I noticed Steve was manning the doors and i gulped nervously as recognised me.

"It's you again"

"Yeah. I, er, was wondering if i could see Porcelain for a moment, please."

He looked at me strangely before replying with, "He's busy getting his ass pounded in the back." I tried not to cringe at the frankness of it,

"It will only be for two minutes"

"It's sweet that you want to have afternoon tea but he aint got time for chit chat. Sling your hook"

"I want to pay for something else" I said before i could stop myself,

"Really?" He raised a brow, looking interested,

"Yes" I feigned confidence, "What do you charge?"

"For $50 you can have 15 minutes with Porcelain. I suggest that because Porcelain is such a greedy power bottom that you purchase 30 minutes. He specialises in rough BDSM and he is a giant cockslut" The bouncer laughed as if it was an inside joke, "We have other dancers that are cheaper if you'd like. But i can guarantee that once you hear that high-pitched moan of his that you won't want anyone else."

I handed over a $100 with slight regret. I couldn't believe he would speak about somebody like this. I didn't want to force Porcelain to do anything to or with me but i knew that the only way Steve would let me see him is if he thought i wanted to.

"He should be done" Steve said before steering me to the same room i was with Porcelain in last time. As we were travelling down the corridor towards the room we past a creepy looking guy that had to be in his late 50's. He was stuffing his junk back into his pants and I prayed he hadn't been with Porcelain. I didn't have long to think about it before I was sat on the bed and Steve left to get the dancer.

"Here he is" Steve said as he came back, Porcelain in tow. The shock on Porcelain's face was evident as he saw it was me. Porcelain was wearing a fire-truck red ensemble. My mouth went dry at the sight.

"Your time starts now" Steve announced, turning on the music and leaving the two of us alone. There was an awkward silence as he stared at me with his doe eyes.

"Thank you for my jacket back" I offered first.

"I should be thanking you" He replied, walking forwards and stopping in front of me.

"You don't have to do that" I chuckled nervously. That fake confidence I had when I arrived had well and truly dissipated. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smile and he obviously knew he was having an effect on me. He swiftly sat in my lap and I hoped he couldn't feel my growing semi as he started to grind against my thigh.

"You really don't have to do that" I said again, not sure if I was talking about him saying thank you or his current administrations.

"But why?" He said with a petulant tone, pulling back with a pout, "Steve told me you paid for some extra time" he exaggerated the extra with an eyebrow wiggle.

"Only so I could thank you"

"Are you sure?" He teased, and I groaned deep in my throat as he stood up out of my lap and turned around so I had an eyeful of his backside. I had to sit on my hands to stop myself from reaching out and squeezing them, partly because of Quinn and partly out of respect for Porcelain, despite how lax the rules may be in this place.

His hips swayed to the music in perfect time as he lowered his ass onto my crotch. The sensation was magical and I was past the point of guilt as the friction caused my dick to swell. It had been too long.

Placing his back flush against my chest, he angled his mouth so that it was grazing my ear lobe. His airy moans paired with his touch caused a pool of heat to swirl in my lower abdomen and I knew from the occasional time that I had alone with myself that this was a sign I was about to let go. My dick rarely got attention from someone else and all It took Porcelain's hand to touch my member over my jeans for me to choke out a sob and see stars.

I fell backwards onto the duvet with my chest heaving deeply. I probably wouldn't have registered Porcelain laughing lightly and walking off to turn off the music if it wasn't for the breeze I felt as our contact broke. I sat back up as I came round and ran my hands through my curls that had sprung free from sweat.

"Fuck" I said aloud, becoming increasingly overwhelmed with anxiety. How could I let this happen? I was angry at myself and felt like a cheat. What kind of husband lies to their wife about going to a strip club and then get gets off embarrassingly quickly because of a male dancer?

"What's wrong?" Porcelain asked innocently,

"I just cheated on my wife!"

"You obviously wanted it"

"Because you were dancing upon me!" I was becoming increasingly panicked,

"You could've stopped me" His nonchalant shrug angered me, clearly he wasn't taking this seriously,

"I'm married and just had sex with someone else" I said more to myself, but Porcelain replied anyway,

"If that's your definition of sex, your marriage must be boring"

"It's not boring" I defended, my guard starting to come up,

"Well judging by how quick you just got off, your wife clearly doesn't satisfy your needs" He shrugged again,

"And you would know" I countered. Stop it I said to myself, knowing this was about to turn sour,

"What do you mean?"

"You would know about marriage" I elaborated,

"What?" His eyes were wide in confusion.

We were now standing face to face and I squared my chest. Years of being a successful lawyer gave me excellent poker face and although my pride was hurt by the truthfulness of what he was saying, my body language didn't show it.

Quinn didn't satisfy me in the way my body needed. I know sex isn't the be all and end all but it was definitely a big part of a loving relationship. I hadn't had anybody or anything bar my right hand to take care of me in many years. During my time in college, I'd had boyfriends and enjoyed sex a lot. Don't get me wrong I'm definitely the relationship type, I like spending my time with one person and devoting all my love to them, but I couldn't deny I was a sexual being. Having sex was the closet you could be to another person and I used to be a very touchy feely person. I miss that and clearly my body does too.

"I'm saying you would know about marriage, considering you're married right?" It wasn't really a question when I knew the answer.

He paused before saying "I'm not" slowly,

"That's right" I all but screamed, "because you're a dirty whore that's only talent is having meaningless sex for money!"

The words tasted like venom as they flew out my mouth. I instantly regretted my harsh words when a shocked and hurt look stained his face. I knew that is wasn't an excuse, but I was mad at myself and putting it onto porcelain. I deflated like a balloon as silence surrounded us and he wrapped his arms around himself, looking very small.

"I didn't mean-"

"Get out" He whispered,

"Porcelain I-" I held my hand out, knowing full well he wasn't about to take it,

"GET THE FUCK OUT"

His voice was much louder than what mine has ever been and I stepped back. He pointed to the door with a sharp finger and I thought I saw tears developing in his eyes but I didn't stay long enough to see if I was right.

I bolted out of the club and the cold air hit me like a slap in the face. I deserve it, I thought as I angrily stomped home. Porcelain just had an effect on me that I couldn't explain and it was frustrating. I had been just fine before I met him. But now my head was a mess. When Quinn asked why I looked so dishevelled as I got home that night, I blamed it on my workload.

The next few weeks were a monotonous cycle of working and sleeping. Since the incident with Porcelain, I had buried my head into my work in an attempt to forget about the way I hurt him. It had actually worked for a while as I was accepting deals left, right and centre but the guilt and increasing work was taking a toll on me. I closed my eyes to try and rid of my tension headache as I sat in one of the armchairs in the staff room.

"You okay, Blaine?"

I opened my eyes to find Nick sitting in front of me, a slight concerned look on his face.

"Just a headache" I closed my eyes again,

"Probably all that work. What have I said about burning yourself out?"

"I thought I was your boss not the other way around" I replied sarcastically,

"Why don't you come out tonight?" Nick suggested suddenly, taking a gulp of whatever he was drinking,

"No way!" I replied immediately, headache forgotten. There was no chance in hell I was going back to Fruity's, no matter how much I wanted to see Porcelain again.

Nick held his arms out as if to stop me jumping out of the chair, "Just to Jodie's"

Jodie's was an up-market bar lounge that also served light food. It was just a few blocks away from this building and was a cosy establishment, with dim lightening which was very relaxing, especially after a full week. They often played jazz music and sometimes had live singers but you didn't need to shout to hear the person next to you.

Nick could see me considering the idea, "Wes is going to come with Jeff and I. You haven't seen him in a while"

True, I haven't seen Wes in a while. He was a general practitioner after studying medicine for 7 years. He has always been smart and enjoys helping people. In high school, we were close friends and I would always go to him for advice. But with us both having full time jobs, it became harder to see each other regularly.

"Fine, you've twisted my arm. But only because I don't want Wes to third-wheel you and Jeffery. I know what you two are like" I laughed fondly, thinking back to all the times I've caught them having their way with each other whilst working.

"It'll be nice to have you there, Blaine" He smiled sincerely before getting back to work.

I was exhausted when I had finished work later that day. I moaned in delight as i scrunched my toes up after pulling them out of my restricting shoes.

"Blaine, is that you?" A feminine voice asked from the direction of the kitchen.

Both Quinn and I enjoyed the finer things in life and our house was no exception. We both had very well paying jobs, so the house was situated in one of the most prestigious neighbourhoods in New York. To gain access to the house, you had to punch in the personalised key code. This would allow you to travel up the pebbled driveway and park outside the three story building. Our door was made of oak and the foyer was the first room you went in. This was for taking off your shoes as Quinn had a strict no shoe rule as anything on the bottom of them could potentially stain the marble flooring.

The living room was next. It was open plan so also had the kitchen attached to it. The living room had a 60" flat screen hung on the wall and a large L shaped black sofa as well as two chairs. The kitchen had an island and was also equipped with full bar. The house is designed to be completely monochrome and this is to match the main feature; Our crystalline chandelier that hung from the raised ceiling.

Upstairs housed a large bathroom, fit with a shower and 4 person bath that had jet streams and a television above it. The second floor also had two offices, one for Quinn and one for me. There was also 4 bedrooms that were for guest use only. This was for whenever we had friends round that wanted to drink, so they wouldn't have to drive home.

The third floor was entirely our bedroom. Again, it was monochrome with a king sized four poster bed pushed against the back wall. Like my office at the law firm, one wall on each floor was made completely of one-way glass that provided an excellent view of outside. We also had an attached en-suite to save ourselves from having to go down stairs if we wanted to pee or have a shower as soon as we got up. I've always thought the house was a bit extra, but what Quinn wants, she gets. Its better than arguing anyway.

"Who else would it be?" I replied, padding into the kitchen area. She didn't answer and kept her head down in the pot she was stirring on the stove.

It's times like this when I wish I had somebody who would ask me how my day was. I'd walk behind them as they continued cooking and I would wrap my arms around them, breathing in their relaxing scent. We could cuddle together on the sofa and I would massage their feet as they told me about their day too. It would just be nice to have somebody close.

"I'm going out" Quinn said suddenly, placing a plate of food in front of me which I greedily tucked in to. I hadn't had chance for lunch since a client had presented me with an complicated fraud case.

"Where?" I asked once I had swallowed, not actually that bothered since I was going out too,

"Just out" She shrugged, "With the girls." She untied her apron from around her waist, placing it neatly on the counter and smoothing out a tailored dress that I hadn't seen before.

"Okay" I nodded, "I'm going to meet the guys at Jodie's so"

She pulled a compact mirror out of her handbag and touched up her hair ans red lipstick before snapping the mirror shut and placing it into her matching Valentino.

"Don't wait up because I won't be home tonight, staying at Rachel's" Rachel was one of Quinn's co-workers at her company, "We fly to Milan tomorrow so I will see you when I get back on Sunday."

Between travelling, business meetings, working late nights and having a social life, it wasn't often Quinn and I would actually have a night in together, never mind an entire weekend. It was always one of us coming in late and going to sleep at opposite sides of the bed. I start work at 6:30am, so Quinn is usually still sleeping as she starts at 9. Quinn also finishes at 5pm, where I do 7pm, so she cleans the house and makes food for me for when I come in. By that point she is either going out or getting ready for bed.

It's only been since that night with Porcelain that I contemplated actually how boring not only my marriage is, but how my life is. Like I have said, I care for Quinn deeply, I've spent most of my adult life with her. But I never thought that my life would involve working long hours as a lawyer, only to come home to somebody I thought of just as a friend, who wasn't even there half the time.

Before my mother passed away, she told me not to waste my life. She didn't want me to follow in my father's footsteps as she knew my passion was music. When I had told her I was studying law she was shocked but said nothing, not wanting to go against me or my father. I remember one of the last times seeing my mother she asked me if I was happy. I said yes; I'm rich and successful and that is something others envy. She replied with a sad smile saying that the material things in life didn't matter and that happiness and true love were things that you couldn't buy. I had said I loved Quinn, but I knew she didn't believe me.

I looked at my watch to find that it was an hour before I was supposed to meet the guys at Jodie's. Better get ready I thought, before trudging up the stairs.

For 7pm on a Friday evening, Jodie's had quite a buzz to it. I spotted Nick, Jeff and Wes who were sat in the far corner.

"What's going on guys?" I asked curiously, eyeing the waiters who were currently setting up some music equipment on the little stage,

"Hey Blaine" Wes greeted, putting an arm around me as I took a seat next to him, "They have a singer who is playing a small set tonight"

"Anybody we know?" Jeff piped up, looking round also,

"Somebody called Chris or something" Nick answered and we all shrugged in response, never hearing of this singer before.

We spent the next 30 minutes talking about Wes' job, having not seen him in a while. He said that it was going great and that him and his wife, Jessica, were planning to start a family. I felt a pang of jealousy as I realised it was highly unlikely that I was going to have a family. I hadn't known I wanted one until Wes brought it up. Our conversation was broken as one of the managers of the bar welcomed "Chris" to the stage with a small round of applause.

Since being a lawyer, I haven't really cared for music much so I didn't look up from my drink as the singer got up on stage. It wasn't until he introduced himself that my head sprang up so fast it almost gave me whiplash.

"Hi, my name is Chris" He said with a nervous lilt, "I'll be singing a few songs so hope you like it"

I couldn't quite believe who I was hearing. I'd recognise that musical voice anywhere. It was Porcelain, who had his jet black hair combed neatly into a perfect coif. He was wearing a purple neck scarf that matched his canary yellow button up. He had paired the ensemble with grey skinny jeans and white boots. The outfit shouldn't have looked good but it was so right. The dancer, now singer I guess, looked completely different from what he did at Fruity's. Clearly he had great fashion sense and knew what looked good on his body.

"Do you know him?" Jeff asked, and by the look on both his and Nick's face, they didn't recognise him.

"No" I lied, "Never seen him"

My jaw nearly hit the floor as he started singing his own rendition of the Beatle's "I Want To Hold Your Hand". I was touched by the emotion he poured into the song and his high voice was so smooth and not seductive as I had previously heard.

I didn't partake in any of the conversations the other guys were having throughout the time that Porcelain- No Chris- was performing, favouring to stare at the incredible creature. I couldn't stop myself from smiling as he reached The high F on defying gravity, which was sadly his last song of the night. I clapped loudly along with everyone else as he finished, looking very pleased with himself. His smile was beautiful as he left the stage, accepting the compliments with a blush that the people in the front were praising him with.

"He was really good" I heard Nick praise as I came back down to earth.

I turned to look at the bar and noticed that Chris was standing there, waiting to be served. I decided to take this opportunity to excuse myself, saying that I needed a drink. My heart hammered in my chest as I neared the bar. Porcelain – Chris! – I correct myself furiously, was now sitting on one of the bar stools drumming his fingers on the surface of the bar patiently waiting.

When I reached the bar, I stood right next to Chris, looking taller than him as he was sitting down. I pretended to not acknowledge him at first. Because I was well known at Jodie's, I snapped my fingers lightly and a bar man, who I knew as Josh, came running over with a smile.

"Blaine!" He cried happily and out of the corner of my eye I could see Chris look up at me in shock, "Man I haven't seen you in ages."

I laughed lightly, "My usual please" I said, which is actually a non-alcoholic Shirley Temple "and whatever this guy is having" I pointed towards Chris with my thumb, now looking him in the eyes. His shocked look remained before it was marred with one of disgust,

"I don't need your charity" He spat, placing his hands on the counter as if to heave himself out of the chair but I placed my hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down, attempting to ignore the electricity I felt but hoping he felt it too,

"Nonsense" I laughed again, Josh looked a little confused, "A lime and lemonade" I ordered for him. Josh replied with a "coming right up" before rushing away to get the drinks.

I sat in the stool next to Chris and turned towards him, "You were great"

"I have many talents besides being a dirty whore" he said in a monotone voice. I cringed hard and the guilt was evident on my face, but Kurt's sour expression didn't falter,

"I didn't mean that"

"You said it" He replied, before we both said thank you to Josh who had returned with out drinks. I gulped mine down quickly and Kurt left his untouched,

"People say things they don't mean" I reasoned and the dancer/singer looked me up and down, clearly not believing what I was saying.

"I never say things I don't mean."

"I'm really sorry" I replied, his face went slightly softer, "I really didn't mean to call you that. I was out of line and I regretted it instantly. It just come out. I was hurt about what you said about my marriage, because its true." I sighed. He huffed before taking a sip of his drink through the straw, looking at me sideways and silently encouraging me to continue,

"You are so much more than that" I grabbed one of his hands in mine and was relieved when he didn't pull away. His hands felt just as silky as they looked.

"You just proved me how talented you are" I continued, "That High F was amazing. I mean that."

I could just make out the blush on his pale features under the bar lighting and I felt butterflies at the fact that I had caused it to be there. I become more bold by grazing the pad of my thumb against his knuckles and he smiled before saying,

"How do you know what note it is?"

"I used to love music" I admitted in small voice,

"Past tense?"

"Before I was a lawyer"

He ducked his head but looked like he wanted to say something else. I gave him the opportunity to but he didn't continue.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven" I asked instead with a cheeky smile. Was I flirting?

"Only if you get me another drink" batting his eyelashes. Was he flirting back?

In the next second Josh was back over, re-filling both our drinks with a questioning look at our clasped hands that I chose to ignore.

"So" I started but was cut of by a high pitched giggle,

"You can ask me, Blaine"

"Ask you what?"

"Why I'm not at the club tonight" He rolled his eyes without malice, "Rob sent me here because he knew I could make some money. He has other dancers working tonight"

"I'm sure the crowd is missing you" I said, "But I think this crowd is better"

"The crowd watching me sing or the crowd sitting next to me?"

I smiled behind my glass as I lifted it up to take a slow swig. He knew the answer.

"This crowd is better" He agreed, "But its only a one off" he said more seriously,

"Why?"

"Rob never lets me sing anymore" He sounded exasperated, "Only because he actually has enough dancers tonight that he let me come here. He figured that money is money however he gets it."

"Rob is your boss?" I questioned,

"My pimp"

I spluttered and almost back washed my own drink at the bluntness of his statement. Chris chuckled and unclasped our hands that were still holding each other and rubbed circles on my back. My cough died down and I missed his touch as Chris sat back in his chair.

"There's no point pretending" He explained, "You already know my line of work"

"Do you enjoy it?" I felt slightly rude asking,

He studied me for a moment, "I enjoy dancing" he stated, "I have always been quite theatrical and dancing keeps me fit. But if you're asking what I really think your asking, then no I don't enjoy it"

"Then why don't you quit?"

"Not everyone has the money you do, Blaine. I couldn't afford to quit. Plus, Rob would never let me"

"I'm sorry" I felt guilty at that. I couldn't imagine not being financially stable enough to do whatever the hell I wanted.

"Is this going to be a habit?" He smirked, but not in the sexy way he had done previously, more in a playful way,

"What is?"

"You apologising" he sniggered, "You don't have to apologise for being curious"

"You once told me I was too curious" I said, thinking back to the night where I gave Porcelain my jacket,

"Maybe I want you to be" He looked at me from under his lashes and it sent a wave of heat down south. I suddenly started to feel hot and could feel the heat rise to my cheeks. What the hell? I don't blush.

"Maybe we should finish this conversation back at my place" I blurted out, not thinking before I speak yet again, but not regretting it this time.

"Okay" He whispered, albeit self-consciously.

We both stood up hastily, leaving our unfinished drinks at the bar. I also left a generous tip for Josh before picking up my jacket and grabbing onto his hand, pulling him out of the lounge. I thought for a minute about the fact I was leaving the guys without telling them, but as the dancer/singer threaded his fingers through mine and squeezed my hand lightly I thought I'd blame it on tiredness when they undoubtedly asked on Monday morning. Although I didn't want to, I let go of his hand as I unlocked my black Audi Le Mans Concept.

"Get in" I said, already half way into the driver's seat. He ran round to the passenger side and sat in gracefully,

"This is your car?" He said in amazement, stroking the leather interior with care. God it was so sad that I was jealous of some fabric.

"Perks of the job" I said, revving the engine and pulling out onto the road.

The short ride to my house was silent and the nervous energy was palpable, It wasn't awkward though. I chanced a glance at him as we drove up to the house after I entered the code for the gate. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. It was clear he was impressed.

"Stay here" I ordered as I shut off the engine and got out. He did as he was told but curiously watched me as I ran round to his side,

"Kind sir" I said in a fake British accent as I opened his door and helped him out, bowing when I shut the door behind him. He laughed gleefully and it was one of the best sounds I have ever heard.

We entered the empty house and I switched the light on before telling Chris to remove his shoes, which he was in the middle of doing anyway. There was a familiar twinge of guilt in my stomach as I knew the reason he couldn't wear his shoes was because of Quinn. I showed him into the living room and he was in true awe. I smiled fondly as he took in his environment.

"Wine?" I asked, already pouring some Château Mouton Rothschild in two glasses,

"Sure" He said, sitting on the L sofa slowly,

"You don't have to be so careful" I said, handing my company his glass before plonking myself down next to him and stretching out my legs, feet landing on the small glass table in front of us,

"So this is the Anderson abode" He said, relaxing a bit more into the cushions.

We sipped our wine in silence and I relished in the warmth of having a body close to me. A male body in fact. My eyes travelled to look at Chris, who had his eyes closed and his feet on the table like mine, his body stretched out and lithe. I don't think I've ever seen somebody so beautiful, I thought as my eyes raked up and down his form with no shame. He must have sensed my eyes on him as he opened his to look at me.

His eyes were magical. Against the monochrome setting, his skin blended in which made his blue orbs stand out even more so. They were a mix of ocean blue and stormy grey's. They told a story, what the story was saying I hadn't figured out yet, but by god did I want to know.

Unconsciously, my eyes flickered down to where his tongue had darted out to wet his lips. He saw that I was looking and he peeked his tongue out again. I wanted to feel that tongue against mine. My head was screaming that this was a bad idea but I couldn't stop myself from leaning in and pressing a hesitant kiss to them. As our lips touched for the briefest moment, there wasn't fireworks like in the cliché rom coms. It was warmth and gave me a "Oh, there you are" type of feeling. It was something I could certainly get used to.

The kiss was feather light, barely any pressure and I pulled back blinking as my eyes tried to focus on his face. There was a look of surprise, and we sat staring at each other for what felt like an eternity, before Chris leaned in again.

This kiss was different, it was all teeth and tongue but god was it heaven. It was as if my mouth had been starving, and his tongue was slick and smooth, giving me everything I needed. We fought for dominance in a twisted dance, me eventually winning as I licked around his mouth, trying to memorize every ridge and every curve.

Wine forgotten, I pulled the dancer roughly into my lap by his thigh without breaking the kiss and I rumbled deep in I throat. Due to the weight of both of us, the sofa sank back and Chris followed to movement, leaning heavily against me. We had been in this predicament twice before, but this was completely different. I was running my hands up and down his strong thighs and he tangled his fingers into the curls at the bottom of my hair that had broke free of my gel. I didn't want it to ever end.

"We should go upstairs" I panted as our kiss broke,

"Mmm" He replied, but made no move out of my lap. Instead, he placed his hands on my shoulders as he peppered small kisses over my face then down my neck, where he started working on a hickey just above my collar bones. I moaned loudly as he reached a sensitive spot and with his warmth in my lap, I wouldn't last long. I grabbed his forearms and said,

"Let's go" more coherently. He pulled back and nodded, swinging his legs over me and standing, obviously not knowing where the bedroom was.

We rushed up the two flights of stairs like children on Christmas day, giggling as we knocked into each other or the wall in our haste to get there. I flung the door open and Chris wasted no time in taking his shirt off and pressing me against the door. My hands immediately went to his waist and I finally got to touch his chiselled chest. A few minutes of groping and kissing later, we were on the bed completely naked. I was leaning over Kurt who was spread out like a starfish beneath me. His skin glistened in the moonlight that was seeping through the glass wall. Much like I had done with his mouth, I took my time to memorize every indentation of his body, praising it with soft kisses that just weren't enough.

"You're beautiful" I said, the words just about understandable as my lips were pressed against his body. I payed special attention to the little red marks that I had noticed a few weeks back that marked his otherwise perfect skin.

"Blaine" He breathed and fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and our moans harmonised. His moan obviously from the touch but mine was from that the fact that a different type of weight other than my own was in my hand. Chris' member was slightly longer than mine, but thinner and had a bead of pre come at the bulging head which I used for lube.

"I need more" He cried, bucking up into my fist.

I reached into the bedside cabinet and expertly pulled out a small bottle of lube that had only ever been used on myself. Popping the cap open, I squeezed a small amount and smothered it on my fingers, Chris whining at the loss of contact to his dick.

"I'll make this good for you" I said, tracing the outside of his puckered hole with my fingertips before slowly putting one inside. I hadn't done this in a while, I thought. He moaned loudly and the sound went straight to my dick which was screaming for attention. I've still got it.

"Another" he said and who was I to deny this angel of anything he asked?

Once I was pumping three fingers easily in and out of the man, he was gripping every part of my body he could find, saying that he needed me. I reached into the cabinet again to try and find what I was looking for, but there was nothing there.

"Fuck" I hissed, stopping my fingers but leaving them inside,

"What's wrong?" The man beneath me puffed out, moving to rest onto his elbows,

"I don't have any condoms" Then again, why would I? It's not as if I've ever need them as Quinn and I never had sex,

"I get tested regularly" He said in a small voice, "I'm clean" he promised, biting his lips,

I groaned at his innocent face and one look at the three fingers that were still inside of him made my mind up. I flipped Chris over onto his front, putting a hand on his toned stomach to encourage him to get on his knees. He had his face on the pillows and bent his hips, presenting himself to me. I grabbed my own member in my hand and hissed at the hypersensitivity, but nonetheless lined it up with his entrance. I made shallow thrusts at first, letting the dancer get used to the girth, but clearly he had other ideas as he clutched the headboard with two hands and pushed back, my cock getting enveloped entirely,

"Fucking hell" I said as he speared himself onto me, letting out "Uh, uh, uh" every time he pushed back. His high-pitched moans were actually sinful and decided that no, this is what heaven is.

I was digging my fingers into his prominent hip bones probably too hard, but by the noises he was making, he didn't mind. I used my grip to pull Kurt back even harder, my hips propelling back at fourth at an immense speed,

"Fuck me, fuck me" Chris cried and the force of our thrusts was causing the headboard to smack against the wall with a bang every time I slammed into his tiny frame,

"I'm close" I disclosed, starting to see spots in my vision. I took one of my hands off his hips and started jerking him off, his wanton moans becoming louder and louder,

"Come with me, Blaine"

That's all it took for the spots in my vision to turn into stars as I released myself into him. I could just about register the screams of profanities coming from his mouth as he too let go, him bucking into my hand that had gone still in the haze of my own orgasm. He flopped down on his front very unceremoniously, completely spent. This was the only time I didn't mind cum on my sheets, I was too tired to care. We both whined as I pulled out and collapsed next to him, but I was on my back. We lay panting in silence as we basked in the after glow of what was the best sex I have ever had.

"How was that?" He asked, still breathless. He had moved his head so that he was now facing me,

"Amazing" I hummed, sitting back against the headboard with my arms at the back of my head. I wiggled my toes to try encourage the blood flow back there to try and rid of the pins and needles I was feeling. The dancer didn't reply, but instead gave me a shy smile before curling against my side with his head on my chest and an arm wrapped around my waist. At first I was surprised, but instinct made me put one arm around his and rub circles onto his back. This was weird, I thought. Cuddling. It wasn't unwelcome though and actually felt really nice. I sighed happily before noticing Chris' breaths had evened out and his eyes were closed. I didn't fight my eyes closing and I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I was awoken by a bright stream of light that was shining directly in my eye. I felt groggy as I cracked one eye open, but I quickly shut it again as the light nearly blinded me. Why didn't I shut the curtains last night?. I opened my eyes slower this time and put a hand transversely across my forehead to provide some sort of visor for my eyes. It was then that I noticed a cream back acting as a little spoon. All the memories of last night came flooding back to me and I sat up abruptly, the lining under sheet creating a pool at my waist. I looked down to find that yes, I was naked. Yes, Chris was naked and yes, those were our clothes on the floor.

My movements had obviously awoken him as he let out a tired sigh before resting on his elbows like he had last night. I had to admit, he looked incredibly sexy with his sleep tasselled hair, sleepy expression and gorgeous body on show.

"We had sex last night" I revealed as if it was a secret,

"Well, good morning to you too" He replied, lying on his back again and closing his eyes.

There was a familiar silence amongst us. Surveying his body, I wondered where those little marks red marks had come from. They were dotted irregularly in his arms and legs and there were also a few white scars. I could see that there was bruises that looked very much like finger marks on his jutted hips. They looked old but I assumed they had just developed quickly overnight. I blushed as I realized I had be gawking at his body. I tore my gaze away, instead travelling up his body to his face.

I had always thought the dancer had a youthful look about him, maybe that's why so many people were attracted to him. His facial bones were prominent and looked as if they could cut glass, but the apples of his cheeks reminded bouncy and young. He had no blemishes on his face apart from slight dark circles that hung from his eyes which looked wrong. Another thing that looked wrong was his hair. It was very dark for somebody that had such a pale complexion.

"We had sex last night" I repeated, speaking into the open space of the bedroom,

"Do you regret it?" He asked in a strong voice, gripping the bed covers as if he was ready to sling them off and flee,

"No" I shook my head.

I had meant that. I didn't regret having sex with him one bit as it was truly a wholesome experience. I had been yearning for his touch for weeks and finally letting myself have a slice of the cake left my lips tingling. But, I had committed adultery. True adultery this time and the thought made my stomach churn and not in a good way. More than anything, I was disappointed in myself for betraying Quinn's trust for the second time and my face must have said everything as the dancer huffed, getting out the bed and moving quickly around the room picking up his clothes.

"What are you doing?" I asked, even though it was obvious what he was doing,

"Leaving." He snipped, doing the buttons up on the shirt he was wearing last night,

"You don't have to do that" I said in a low and quiet voice,

"I knew you were trouble" He said to himself, cursing as he put on his jeans,

"What's that supposed to mean? I scowled,

"You clearly have some issues, Blaine. You want me, I see you every time you're at the club, which is a lot by the way" Guess I wasn't as discreet as I thought, "but you don't want to be held accountable for your actions. Well, I'm not about to be your little experiment. I have feelings so I'm going to leave so you can pretend to be happy families with a wife you don't even love!" He cried, promptly slamming the door shut behind him.

I had remained silent through his small rant. He obviously needed to get this off his chest and I didn't blame him. I'd been an ass but at the end of the day, I made a vow to Quinn all those years ago and now it's all wrong. I felt empty when he left and I winced as I heard the front door shut. I didn't want him to be my experiment, nor did I think of him that way. I wasn't sure what I actually did think about him. I was obviously attracted to him and I was enthralled by his personality. But what did this mean? Did It mean I liked Chris? That I could eventually fall in love?. I pressed a hand against my forehead. It was too much. I couldn't just drop everything, including my marriage, for somebody I had known for a few months.

I spent the rest of the morning flitting in and out of sleep before I decided I should probably have a shower. I attempted to wash away the memories of last night by scrubbing hard, but I couldn't get the rid of the feeling of the dancer's fingers off of my skin. Maybe I didn't want to. Stepping out of the shower, I put on a black vest and some grey sweatpants ready to change the sheets so that there was no evidence when Quinn came home. There was that pang of guilt again.

The afternoon and evening was boring as I was on my own. I watched a few episodes of America's Next Top Model and I ordered pizza for myself which I only ate half of. The thought of food at this moment made me nauseous. Obviously, I had hurt Chris' feelings. If Quinn found out, that would undoubtedly hurt her feelings. I couldn't do anything right these days. For some reason, I felt worse about Chris. It was time for bed.

Sunday morning went in a similar fashion, I stayed in bed until late morning before showering and putting on a clean pair of resting clothes. I made myself breakfast then went into my office to answer the ungodly amount of emails I would have gotten over the weekend. I didn't realise how much time had passed before I looked outside and it was getting dark. As I was scrolling down the last of my emails, I head the door shutting. Quinn must be back.

"Blaine, are you home?" She shouted,

"In my office" I replied, continuing to type away a response to one of my clients.

I could hear her heels click clacking against the marble floor as she made her way to my office. I turned around in my spinning chair and observed her. Today she was wearing a 50's style dress, with a poufy skirt that had pink cherries on it. She had paired it with a pink cardigan and white stilettos which had the signature red bottom on it. She took her sunglasses off her face to reveal her blue eyes, which didn't look as enticing as the blue eyes that were imprinted on the back of my mind. Quinn was wearing a scarf around her head, clearly to protect her hair from the wind. She unravelled it and placed it, along with the sunglasses, on top of my desk.

"How was your trip?" I asked, returning to my work,

"Long" she drawled, sitting into the chair next to me, "I couldn't wait to get back" I eyed her suspiciously, Quinn usually loved travelling. I shrugged not giving it a second thought.

"What have you been doing?" She asked, idling tidying pens and pieces of paper. I put my hand on top of hers to stop her actions, unconsciously noting that they felt quite rough.

"It's an organised mess" I provided as an explanation, before retracting my hand, "I've just been working"

"You could do with a break" She decided, "I will make you some tea" She moved to kiss my cheek but I felt nothing.

I had felt weird about Quinn ever since Porcelain came on the scene. Although there never has been any feelings behind our kisses, I usually didn't mind them. But as of lately, I felt no warmth and no homely feeling from them. I didn't even want her to do It anymore. Quinn returned to the room with a mug of tea, still dressed in, what she considered, airport attire.

"I was thinking that me and you should go out" She said, handing me the tea and sitting again.

"What?" I asked dumbly.

Back when we first started seeing each other, Quinn and I used to go out a lot. We would spend most Fridays watching a Broadway show or having expensive dinner at a restaurant that didn't even show their price list. But as our jobs became more demanding, we stopped. I missed the going out part, but not the going with Quinn part.

"I think that we should start going out more. We haven't in years"

"Uh, sure" I stuttered, "Where do you want to go?"

"How about that club you went to with the Warbler's. You seemed to have enjoyed it and I've been dying for a night out"

I stared for a moment. I couldn't out right say no I wasn't going back there under any circumstances, because that would just mean she would ask questions that I wasn't prepared to answer. However, I really didn't want to say yes because there was a chance I would see Porcelain and I wasn't ready.

"Why don't we go to that sushi place you like. I think that is more your thing" I suggested,

"Not feeling fishy, I'm feeling Fruity" She laughed at her own joke. I cringed,

"Fine" I said, knowing I was never going to win. She clapped her hands excitedly.

"Well, I'm going to get ready for bed. You should too." I agreed and followed her towards our bedroom.

As I was shaving my face in the en-suite ready for the next morning, I could hear Quinn rustling through the closet to find her nightwear. I splashed the cold water on my face to get rid of the dread I was feeling, but also to remove the excess foam and shaven hair. I patted my chin dry with a cotton towel. Better.

Strolling out of the bathroom, I sat on my respective side of the bed, idly looking through Facebook. Quinn was still wondering around the room, putting some of her clothes back from her travels and taking out her makeup and skin care products and lining them on the vanity.

"What's this?" She asked suddenly and I looked up from my phone. She was bending down to pick up a piece of purple fabric. Clutching it between her index finger and thumb, she inspected the material by bringing it to her nose and grimacing. Chris' scarf. He'd left it here by accident and I hadn't even noticed.

"It's mine" I said, running towards her and snatching it out of her hands,

"It's ugly and smells poor." She stated, turning round and walking towards the bed, putting an eye mask on top of her head, "And since when do you wear neck scarfs?"

"Since this week" I retorted, "It's still cold, but not cold enough for a woollen one." Quinn raised her shoulders in indifference. At least she bought the excuse. I let out a breath before placing the scarf in the beside cabinet, blushing as I spotted the lube.

I joining her in the bed and lay down on my back, putting my lower body under the duvet. Quinn pulled down her eye mask and turned over to go to sleep. We didn't say goodnight anymore. It felt weird having a body next to me in the bed that I didn't want to touch, especially so soon after I had spent a night cuddling with Chris. As Quinn's soft snore filled the room, I let my dreams take over.

Monday was a bad day. Somebody, clearly a new employee, had taken my reserved parking space at work which forced me to park a block away from my own firm. I was furious and it wasn't helped by the fact it was raining heavily. I had forgotten my umbrella, not thinking I would need it and I only had my coat to keep the wetness out. No doubt, my hair was a frizzy mess and due to the walk I had to take to get to work, I didn't have time for a coffee or to check my hair. On top of that, a client had pulled out at the last minute that could have brought me millions of dollars. They said I wasn't as focussed as I usually was and went to find somebody "that cared". I had probably been a bit more distracted lately, with everything going on in my personal life, but that didn't give them the right!

"Ugh!" I cried angrily, slamming my hands down on the keyboard in frustration,

"Knock, knock" A voice said, already opening the door. It was Jeff.

"What do you want?" I barked, not looking up at him. I didn't have time for his games,

"Someone's got a bee in their bonnet. Just brought you some coffee" I perked up at that, accepting it with two greedy hands,

"Sorry" I had been apologising a lot lately it seemed, "Work stuff"

There was a beat of silence, "So-"

"No, you're not having a raise" I said immediately, assuming that's what he wanted.

Jeff had been asking for months for a raise. He has been my assistant ever since the grand opening and although he was a good friend and worker, I cant count the amount of times I had given him and Nick one. I enjoyed making their life easier, but at this rate, I was going to have no money myself.

"Drat" He said laughing, "But that's not what I was going to ask." I quirked an eyebrow in response,

"Where did you go the other night? You went for a drink and never returned"

"I was tired" I hoped Jeff didn't notice my skin paling, "The line to be served was long and I couldn't be bothered waiting"

"We were worried about you"

"I'm sorry I didn't let you know" I wish I could stop lying. And apologising.

"No hard feelings man" Jeff laughed, "We're glad you're okay. Well, okay as you can be when you look like a poodle" I threw a crumbled up piece of paper at him.

Friday night came around too quickly for my liking and here I was getting ready with Quinn of all people to go see a dancer that I had sex with behind her back. I almost scoffed aloud at how bizarre the situation was, but it was my fault after all. Quinn was humming a random tune as she put on the final touches of her make up.

"Ready" She announced, standing up from the vanity.

"You look beautiful" I said truthfully. Quinn was dressed to the nines in a tight mid length navy dress which matched the suit I was wearing. I had informed her that our attire was slightly over the top for a strip club in the Bronx but she insisted so I went along with it.

I drove to the club that night as I had no intentions of drinking. Clearly it made me make bad decisions and I wasn't prepared to slip up so easily. As we neared the venue, I gripped the steering wheel tighter despite the fact they were slipping due to the sweat.

"Are you okay?" My wife asked, "You seem, I don't know, weird"

"I'm fine" I replied in a cool tone and she didn't pry.

Walking into the club with her hand in mine I felt the familiar thump of the bass through my veins. Quinn was covering once of her ears with her free hand to try and preserve her ear canals. I hoped that sooner or later she would ask to leave. Her nose was also scrunched up. The club reeked of sex and alcohol and although I had become accustomed to it, I copied her action to try to avoid looking like a regular.

"What would you like?" I asked her as we approached the bar, pulling out my wallet ready to pay. She quickly replied and I ordered for her, along with a lemonade for myself.

A male voice asked over the loud speaker if the patrons were ready for a show and there was a big round of applause as everybody rushed to take their seats in front of the stage. Quinn clapped excitedly and downed her drink before grabbing my hand and pulling us towards some empty seats. The audience was filling up quickly so I had to sit in the chair behind Quinn, but I placed my hands on her shoulders to let her know I was close.

The lights around the club went down so that only the stage was illuminated in a white dusting. The smoke machines began creating a smog on the stage floor and you could feel the buzz of the audience who were shifting in their seats with anticipation. The music rang out loudly as the shadow of the dancer could be seen behind the curtain. The outlining of a body that I had come acquainted with was unmistakable. I just had to be Porcelain. I rolled my eyes at my bad luck, but I could feel them go wide as he became visible.

The dancer stepped out wearing a crisp white collared shirt that was buttoned all the way up to his neck. The shirt stopped just at the top of his creamy thighs which gave the audience a flash of a white garter belt that was paired with white stockings. The whole angel innocent look was so hot and the audience, including Quinn, must have thought so too as there were loud cheers erupting from the crowd.

It's what you do

It's what you see

I know if I'm haunting you

You must be haunting me

The song was very fitting. Porcelain had been plaguing my dreams for weeks. The way that body moved on stage was an instant boner creator and I had to push down my jealousy as he made a show for certain people in the audience. If Quinn thought I was clutching her shoulder more tightly, she never said anything.

Porcelain was dancing in the middle of the stage again now and he had all the buttons from the top of his collar down to his belly button undone, so only the two bottom buttons were left until his upper body was revealed. The audience revelled in the teasing. His garter belt was fitted to show his tiny waist and although every ounce of my being wanted to rip it off, I couldn't help but imagine how amazing it would be to fuck him whilst he wore the stockings.

During my mental battle between deciding if I wanted it on or off, Porcelain turned to face me in the crowd. Under the stage lights I noticed his eyes were trailing over my body and up my left arm where he found my ringed hand placed on Quinn's shoulder. Our eyes locked and I desperately tried to convey that I was sorry. Sorry that I treated him horrible. Sorry that I was here. Sorry that my wife was here. Porcelain's eyes flashed with something unrecognisable and he smirked, getting down on all fours. He began crawling towards our direction with a seductive smile and I could see down his shirt from this angle. I spotted his member that was tucked neatly into the garter belt and I almost moaned, remembering how it felt, but I was sat In shock as he approached.

It's where we go

It's where we'll be

I know if I'm onto you, I'm onto you

Onto you, you must be onto me

My facial expression clearly showed that I didn't want Porcelain to do this. I was pleading with him silently. He knew Quinn didn't know about our escapades and I didn't want to be outed in this way. I suppose I deserve it. I braced myself, ready for Porcelain to announce to the whole club he had sex with me. He looked very mischievous and although it was extremely sexy, I was more nervous about what he was about to say as he stood directly in front of Quinn.

What he did next completely threw me. He started giving Quinn a full on lap dance. My jaw must have been on the floor as he danced provocatively for Quinn, really hamming the moves up. The crowd that was sitting in our area were reaching out to grope his body and as Quinn was laughing, he grabbed her hands and pulled them flush against his chest, making a face that looked like he was about to orgasm. The next part of the song blew out across the speakers and he jumped in her lap, grinding down hard against my wife.

You want me? I walk down the hallway

You're lucky, the bedroom's my runway

Slap me! I'm pinned to the doorway

Kiss, bite, foreplay

He was mouthing the lyrics into her ear and whilst doing so, his eyes were boring into mine as I sat motionless behind her, hand still on her shoulder. I couldn't tear my eyes from his although I desperately wanted to, it was all getting too hot. He was dancing on my wife almost violently but his eyes were trained on me the whole time. Quinn was oblivious to our interaction as she was laughing at Porcelain's administrations, thinking it was all for her, unable to see that he was staring at me. Just as I thought I might actually orgasm from our eye contact, he broke away from Quinn. I was left breathing very heavily and wanting.

He walked back onto the stage before dropping his shirt and he took a look over his shoulder to make sure I was watching as he did. He was left in the garter belt and stockings as the song was ending and the bills were flying everywhere. Quinn was cheering along with everyone but it was drowned out by the noise of my blood pumping in my ears.

Onto you, I'm onto you

Onto you, you must be onto me

He finished his routine standing in the middle of the stage. He bowed as the crowd erupted in cheers and shouts of the indecent things both girls and some guys wanted to do to him. He laughed although it didn't seem like his heart was in it. In fact, he looked absolutely exhausted. He had sweat dripping from his forehead and the droplets were clouded, most likely with makeup that all the dancers wore. With another look back at me, he left the stage like a ghost. I remained rooted in mu spot and was still holding onto Quinn's shoulder as the rest of the audience got up out of their seats and the music returned to normal.

"You can let go now" Quinn said as she turned around,

"What?" I said dumbly, just about registering that she was speaking. She laughed before gently removing my hand off her shoulder with a wince.

"You were holding on pretty tight there. Were you jealous?"

"What?" I asked again, "Oh, I mean, of course. You're my wife"

She laughed loudly again. "Don't worry Blaine, it was just harmless dancing. You know I have far too much class than to cheat on you with a dirty whore."

I gulped nervously. I remember back when I had called Porcelain a dirty whore when I didn't even know him. I regret it so much, especially after the night I heard him sing. He was like a different person and his witty personality made him so much more attractive. In addition to that, Quinn had no idea that I had actually cheated on her with said person who she accused of being a dirty whore. I smiled tightly.

"I need to use the men's room" I said suddenly, "Go to the bar and get another drink. Wait for me there" I pulled out some bills and placed them in her hand before fleeing.

I all but rushed to the sink when I entered the bathroom, grabbing a handful of freezing cold water in my hands and splashing it on my face. You need to get a grip, I cursed to myself. I held the sink tightly with both hands as I looked at my face In the mirror which was still dripping with water. I groaned loudly in frustration. Why did I agree to come here? I knew it was Porcelain's work night tonight, I should've just convinced Quinn to go to the sushi place and I could buy her a new purse of something. Did I even have to meet Porcelain in the first place? He's turned my entire world on it's axis. I was doing just fine before my birthday and If I hadn't have agreed to go out I would still be in happily married. I could hear my mother's voice in the back of my head asking if I was happy, but I shook it off. Now was not the time to be acting schizophrenic.

"You got a lot a nerve coming back here"

I whirled around to find Steve covering the entrance to the bathroom with his body, arms crossed and face defiant.

"What do you mean?" I asked, voice wavering under his intense stare,

"After the stunt you pulled the other night I cant believe you were even let back in here"

"What are you talking about?" I was more confused than ever,

"Taking Porcelain home the other night" He clarified. How the hell did he know about that?

"Don't act dumb" He continued, "We know that Porcelain stayed at yours the other night"

I stood silently, thinking about my next move. I didn't like his tone of voice, so I knew my response needed to be calculated.

"If that was true, how would you know?"

"You must know that Rob keeps tabs on all his dancer's. Especially Porcelain."

"Porcelain didn't stay at mine. What makes him so special anyway?" In my mind I knew exactly why Porcelain was special, but I wanted to know more about this Rob who had intrigued me from the beginning. As a lawyer, it was in my blood to know all types of information.

"I could ask you that"

"What Porcelain does in his spare time is none of your business"

Steve strode up to me and got up in my personal space. I could smell a hint of alcohol on his breath and I turned my face to the side as he got close. The sink was poking hard into my hip and I tried to not let it show how much it was hurting.

"Porcelain is our property"

"He's a person" I retorted,

Steve chuckled humourlessly and dark, "Porcelain is nothing but a cum dumpster." I began to feel extremely nauseous as he spoke in my ear, "And looks like you think so too, judging on how early he returned home. Did you enjoy fucking him?"

The sickly feeling was growing stronger as he pressed his face into my cheek, "Was he moaning? Begging you to fuck him? Was telling you how good you were?" He emphasised each question by pressing me further into the sink, "Did you love the way he took your dick like a champ?"

I visibly sagged in relief as he stepped back and although the sink was no longer pressing into me, there was a dull ache in my side.

"Oh my god" Steve said after a moment,

"What?" I spat, rubbing the sore spot,

"You like Porcelain"

I didn't reply. Obviously Steve had noticed what effect his words were having on me and everything clicked. I did like Porcelain. More than liked. Everything made sense. The discreet visits to the club, asking him to come back, missing his presence more than anything. I couldn't keep myself away from him and I blamed it on the lack of attention I got, but that wasn't the truth. I had fallen for Porcelain the first moment I laid eyes on him and this only intensified that night I heard him sing. I wanted to be with Porcelain and I'm pretty sure he felt the same, judging by his actions when grinding against my wife.

"This is priceless" Steve wheezed, holding his stomach in laughter,

"What's so funny?" I asked, slightly hurt by his reaction,

"You think you actually like Porcelain?" He huffed out between laughing fits, "Fuck me that's good." I was thoroughly confused by his reaction.

"Porcelain doesn't like you" He said once his laughter died down, "It's all an act to get Rob his money"

"That night wasn't an act" I replied, feeling pretty certain that it was mutual. Sure, I had made the first move and Porcelain had sounded slightly pornographic with the way he moaned, but we hadn't exchanged money or anything.

"So he did stay that night" Steve smirked, returning to his original stance with his arms crossed,

Fuck. I had just admitted he did stay. Whatever, I thought, he already knew I liked him so what was the point in denying anything now?

Steve started again, "This isn't the first time somebody has thought they're in love with Porcelain" He rolled his eyes. "But just so you know, Rob made him feel real better when he came back" There was an evil glint in his eyes and I furrowed my brows trying to figure out what he was insinuating.

"Well, that's after he received his punishment." My eyes widened. Punishment?

"Don't look so scared. It's only right that he taught him a lesson since he disobeyed."

"What sort of punishment?" I wasn't stupid, I knew what it meant. I had to hear it from him though.

"It's sweet you care." He replied sarcastically, "He has one sassy little mouth but it was shut right up." Bile was rising in my throat, "The fucker had what was coming to him, all thanks to you. He takes it like a champ though. Rob is going to love knowing that he was right." Steve looked at the watch on his wrist, "Oh would you look at that? Almost time for Porcelain's next appointment. Better be going."

I watched Steve's retreating back before I promptly rushed to the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach into it. I was so confused but at the same time I wasn't. Cleary this Rob was dangerous and after the way I have treated Porcelain, there was no way I could sit back and let this happen. Porcelain was too much of an angel to ever be hurt in any way.

I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I refused to believe that Porcelain didn't feel the same about me. The tone of his voice when he left my house that night after having sex proved I had hurt him. He would only be hurt if he had feelings for me. I tried to forget all the things Steve had said about many people before me falling for Porcelain. It was hard not to, but I knew I was different. I had to be.

I heaved myself of the grimy bathroom floor and brushed myself off, pulling on my shirt to rid of any creases. I exited the bathroom and sort Quinn out with my eyes, who was drinking a pink drink out of a straw.

"Where have you been?" she demanded as I neared her, "I thought you just went to the bathroom"

"I did" I sighed, "The line was long." She looked at me incredulously but didn't comment, favouring to sip her drink.

"I'm tired" I announced. Now that was definitely true. The thoughts swirling around my head were making me sleepy, "I want to go"

She finished her drink, "Okay" She shrugged and I tugged her out of the club and towards the car.

Once we arrived home, I quickly shred my clothes and got into bed without a word. Quinn did the same, slower than me, but fell asleep easily against the pillows. I lay silently in the bed, eyes wide open and suddenly not feeling very tired at all. My side was still hurting from the sink, but that wasn't what was keeping me awake.

The next day I knew I was walking around the house like a zombie. I barely had any sleep as I couldn't relax my mind. It was racing with thoughts about Porcelain. What had Rob done to him?. Was it really my fault that he got "punished". I couldn't bare the thought of me being the reason that he might have been physically hurt in some way. I needed answers. Not only about Rob, but about his feelings towards me. It was decided that tonight I would go back to Fruity's and rescue him. From then on, my day was mostly filled with planning out what excuse I could make to go out tonight, without Quinn. Lately I had become quite good at making excuses for my actions, but for good reason. Especially this one.

That evening, I pulled my arms through the sleeves of a casual jacket and shouted up to Quinn, "I'm going to meet Nick", before shutting the door and cutting off her reply. I jumped in my car and drove to the club and parked my car in a relatively safe place. As safe as it could be in the Bronx anyway. I zipped up my jacket as I crossed the road, my nerves making me jittery. Stalking past some bouncers who I didn't recognise, I quickly made my way inside.

I walked as casually as I could to the private viewing area and luckily it wasn't Steve on tonight. I thrust a few hundred bills in the guards hands and walked through the curtain without a chance for him to stop me. I looked over my shoulder and the bouncer looked completely unbothered by my attitude, he was counting the money with greedy eyes. I shook my head and turned back to the task at hand: Finding Porcelain.

As I passed several doors I could hear different music tracks paired with broken moans from both men and women. Evidently, a few of the dancers on tonight were entertaining some paying customers. Nearing the end of the corridor, I realised I had no idea where the hell I was going. I had only been in one room whenever I had been in the private viewing area and that was close to the entrance. Turning back, I decided to go back towards the entrance to ask the guard if Porcelain was available. I hadn't taken two steps before a high-pitched whimper stopped me in my tracks. The noise had come from the door on my right, which had a sign saying "staff only" above it. I placed an ear against it to get a better listen and there was a few hisses and more whimpers.

Acting on instinct, I grabbed the door knob and twisted it fiercely, nearly flinging the door off on it hinges. I gasped at the scene in front of me. Porcelain was sitting on a chair with his back to me and he was facing a vanity where he was applying some type of powder to his face. His bare shoulders were littered in bruises. Some were yellow and old, whereas others looked angry and purple. Fresh. I caught his face in the vanity mirror and it didn't look much better than his back, but it was obvious some of them had been covered with makeup.

"What the hell are you doing?" The dancer shrieked, jumping out of the chair and grabbing a robe and holding it in front of his body, attempting to shield it from view.

"Oh my god" I whispered, running from the doorway and framing his face in my hands, turning it from left to right trying to get a better view of it in the poorly lit room. I heard the door click behind me as I took In his appearance. Upon closer inspection, his lip was split and he had a small cut on his forehead. The makeup he had already applied was concealing a growing bruise under his left eye and he hissed loudly as I gently caressed the pad of my thumb across it.

"What have they done to you?" I asked quietly.

Porcelain gripped my forearms and pushed them off his face with so much force that I almost fell over sideways. He huffed before slipping the robe he was using as a cover up onto his body properly, tying the belt to hold it closed.

"What are you doing here, Blaine?" He asked. I expected him to shout at me, telling me to leave, but his voice was tired and fed up.

"To help you!" I said exasperated, throwing my arms up and down. We locked eyes through the mirror for a moment before he began putting some eyeliner on, the marks on his face now concealed and nowhere to be seen.

"I don't need help" He replied simply. Moving on and swiping a red gloss across his lips, hissing when it hit the cut.

"Clearly" I replied in disbelief, "Who did this?" I cried, coming closer so that I could put my hands on his shoulders. He jerked away quickly,

"It's none of your business" He rolled his eyes, standing up on shaky legs. It wasn't until now that I realised the height difference. He had a few good inches on me.

"Somebody hurt you and I want to know who and why!" I said fiercely, my hands forming fists by my side. In my head I knew who had done this awful thing to my piece of heaven, but I needed to hear their bastard names before I did anything illegal.

"You don't get to come here and play hero" Porcelain said in the same fierce tone and I shrunk back under his glare. His chest was moving up and down at a rapid pace and he scrunched his eyes tightly, holding the side of his head before continuing with a pained voice, "Not after you kicked me out of your bed after using me"

"I didn't kick you out, you decided to leave"

He sighed before sitting again. He looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, which were slumped in defeat. His eyes were empty and looked foreign to what they usually did. They were completely dull and lifeless.

"It doesn't matter what happened" He said sombrely, "It's nothing I'm not used to"

"It was because of me wasn't it"

He bit his lip and looked down. I sob emitted from my throat and for a second the dancer looked shock at my sudden outburst,

"I can't believe I let them hurt you" Tears were flowing from my eyes freely, but my voice remained strong. The tears were mainly from anger.

He shrugged emotionless, "I brought it on myself"

"You can't seriously believe that you deserve this"

"I disobeyed the rules"

"Stop making fucking excuses!" I screamed, "Nobody deserves this"

"It's all I know" he said in a small voice and his scared expression broke my heart in two,

"You can get out" I whispered, getting onto my knees and framing his face like I had before, "I can help you. Just come with me tonight and you will never have to go through this again" I promised with conviction.

He shook his head that was still in my grasp. He was now crying too and I did my best to wipe the tears away from his marred face that I still thought was beautiful.

"I can't" He cried and I pulled his head toward my chest and stroked his hair.

"I will look after you"

He sniffed before pulling his head out of my chest to look at me. There was a deep sadness etched on his face and I attempted to smooth out his frown lines with my thumb. He pressed his cheek into the palm of my hand before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. I reciprocated eagerly, pressing into it harder and tasting salty tears.

"Please come with me" I muttered and he pulled back further,

"I can't" He shook his head hard, "He will find me. He'll kill me."

"I would never let that happen"

"You don't understand" he was becoming frantic, pulling on his dark hair and causing it to fall out,

"Help me understand" I said, gripping his forearms to stop him from ruining his hair permanently,

"He'll kill me" Porcelain's voice was crisp with seriousness and I was dumbstruck for a moment, "He'll kill me and then he'll kill you!"

"Porcelain!" I voice came from outside the room, "Are you ready or what?"

Our heads had turned towards the sound and Porcelain grabbed the lapels of my jacket desperately which made me look at him again.

"You need to leave" he said with immense panic, "Right now"

He pulled us both up, "I'm not going without you" I said with a lacing a fear, "I can't leave you. I won't." I refused.

He looked around the room in frenzy before picking up a black duffle bag. I watched in confusion as he rushed round the room, throwing random things into it before throwing the whole thing at me. I caught the bag with an "off". I then let myself be pushed into the small bathroom that was attached to the room.

"Stay here" He demanded, looking over his shoulder every now and then, "Steve will be here to get me and he cannot see you" He put extra emotion into the "cannot", "Wait for a few minutes when I leave, then take the bag and wait in your car. I will meet you there."

"What if he does something?" I searched his eyes which were blown with distress,

"Just trust me"

I nodded, "My car is across the street" I informed him,

"Just sit there and wait for me. Try not to worry" He smiled wearily before kissing my forehead. I huffed out a wobbly breath before the sound of footsteps got closer. Porcelain gave me a stern look before leaving the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.

"What are you doing?" I heard Steve's voice through the door. I tried to calm my breathing so that he wouldn't hear. Porcelain must have been standing just outside the door as Steve's voice became clearer and nearer,

"You were supposed to be ready 5 minutes ago"

"I'm sorry" I hear Porcelain say, "I was in the bathroom" he provided as an explanation. Steve must have bought it,

"Well hurry your ass up" Porcelain took a sharp intake of breath, why I didn't know, "You've got customers"

I was just about able to hear the door shutting behind them and their retreating footsteps. I waited in the bathroom for a moment, trying to catch my breath. I didn't know I had been holding it. Opening the door carefully, I looked into the dressing room and thankfully it was empty. I quickly strode out of the room, bag clutched tightly in my hand.

I tried to remain inconspicuous as I made my way down the corridor, slipping past the guard who wasn't paying any attention. I glanced across the club and couldn't see Porcelain anywhere but he had told me to trust him so I didn't stop. The club was even more busy than before which made it difficult to escape but eventually I managed to.

The air was even more chill as I hurried outside. It was cold enough to snow. I didn't bother to look from left to right as I crossed the street and thankfully I didn't get run over. Unlocking my car, I threw Porcelain's bag into the back seat and sat behind the wheel. I turned the heated seats on and puffed into my hands, trying to get them warm as I waited. 9:40pm the clock read.

9:47pm.

I was getting worried as time went on. What if that's the last time I see him? No. Don't think like that.

9:52pm.

My anxiety was really starting to rise. Surely he shouldn't be taking this long.

10:05pm

I considered going back in to see where he was. It would probably do more harm than good I thought.

10:24pm

That's it, I said to myself. Something was going on and I had to go look. I couldn't wait any longer. I unbuckled my seatbelt and took off my jacket. I had become extremely hot sitting in the heated car for so long. Just as I was about to pull the handle on the car door, there was a knock on the passenger window. I whipped around and saw it was Porcelain, dressed only in the robe he was wearing before. I unlocked the car from the inside and he tumbled in.

"Drive" He panted and I didn't need any more encouraging before whizzing out the street.

Whilst I was waiting, I had time to think about what I was going to do with the dancer. I couldn't take him back to my place, Quinn was there. I settled on a hotel that was a few blocks away, it wouldn't take long to get there but It was far enough that it was unlikely anybody would recognise us. I glanced at the dancer as I drove and he had his eyes closed with his head tilted back onto the head rest.

"Are you okay?" I asked even though it was a dumb question. I used my free hand to rub circles on his knee. Thank god for automatic cars.

"No" He whimpered, pain evident in his voice and face. I had no response other than to continue rubbing his bare knee.

Silence filled the car as we drove to the hotel. He didn't ask where we were when we arrived. He just sat with his teeth chattered despite the fact the heat had been on full blast. I cut the engine before getting out and rushing around to his side, not forgetting to bring the bag he had given me. He was half way out the car when I got there and I gave him a helping hand as he stood up. He was shaking violently and I wrapped my arms tightly around him as we walked to the reception desk. He was leaning most of his weight on my side but I didn't complain.

"Do you have any rooms available tonight?" I asked the receptionist. The receptionist wore a very bored expression, looking at the two of us with no emotion. She had a black bob and was popping her chewing gum with disinterest.

"We're full" She stated,

"You must have one room"

"No" She said, going back to the magazine she was flipping through. I looked at Porcelain who was swaying on the spot, not listening to the conversation at all.

"We need one" I said desperately, "Please"

"It'll cost ya" She looked over the top of her glasses, "300 bucks"

"Fine" I reached into my back pocket and pulling out a 500. The lady's eyes sparkled and she eagerly grabbed the money and handed over a key for room 304.

"Keep the change" I said, snatching the key out of her hand,

"Third floor on your left" The receptionist shouted as I lead Porcelain down the hallway.

I punched the number "3" on the elevator and it hummed into action. Porcelain hadn't said a word since the car and I was getting increasingly worried. His weight was almost becoming too much for my arms to carry, but as the quiet "ding" signalled we were on the right floor, I ignored my screaming arms. Room 304 was only a short distance from the elevator. It took me a few tries to open the door as I had Porcelain on one side and his bag in the other. Porcelain was a complete dead weight and I had to stop myself from cheering as the door opened. The room was small and had a cream and brown theme. There was a double bed in the middle of the room which had a set of draws and a small closet next to it. There was also a table in the corner with things like coffee, tea and biscuits placed on It. There was a small bathroom in the room also.

Porcelain groaned as I lay him down on the mattress, bag abandoned on the floor. He was leaning back against the pillows and I manoeuvred his legs so that they were straight. I tried not to jostle him too much as he was clutching his stomach in pain.

"Sorry" I apologised as I finished, standing awkwardly next to the bed wondering what I should do. He patted the small space beside himself and I took the invitation and sat gingerly on the edge.

"Thank you" He murmured, cracking one eye open and looking up at me,

I shook my head, "What happened? Please tell me."

Porcelain took a few breaths before saying, "Can you get that bag for me?"

Without argument I leant down and got the bag, pulling it up so that it was resting in his lap. He searched around the bag for a moment before pulling out what looked like a little book. He passed it to me and I looked at it with uncertainty. It was a passport. The dancer was looking at me silently but expectantly, so I opened it.

Staring back at me was a picture of a boy. The boy had chestnut brown hair that was swept over his forehead. He couldn't have been older than 16, the puppy fat around his face told me that much. His skin was unusually fair but completely free of any marks. Despite the emotionless expression, it was a passport photo after all, the boy's eyes were glistening with joy. They were a mixture of blue and green, with gold specks that shouldn't be so clear on a grainy photo, but they were. They looked exactly like Porcelain's.

"Kurt Hummel?" I said with a questioning tone, my eyes skimming across all the passport information, trying to make sense of it.

"That's my real name"

"What?" I said densely. We looked into each other's eyes as he grabbed one of my hands. His eyes now shining with unushered tears.

"My real name is Kurt Hummel"

"You're name isn't Chris and this is your passport?" I realized how stupid I sounded, he had said Kurt was his real name twice now. I was just so confused. I knew his name wasn't Porcelain but he was introduced as Chris at the gig he did in Jodie's and now he's telling me his name is Kurt?

"I know you're confused but I'm telling the truth when I say Kurt is my real name." I stared at him close mouthed as I processed the information. The dancer did actually look like a Kurt, it suited his musicality very well.

"I don't understand" I said truthfully. What did all this mean?

"I suppose I better start from the beginning" Porcelain? Chris? Kurt? Said, using his elbows for leverage to try and sit up a little.

"That photo was taken 2 months before my 13th birthday" He started, "I'm originally from Ohio. For my birthday, my dad and step-mom had saved up all their money and booked for us to go on a cruise to Disneyland. I was so excited. One because I loved Disney" He chuckled but winced afterwards, "and two because I couldn't wait for my first ever vacation." I nodded along with what he was saying although I didn't quite understand where this story was going,

"On the way to the airport" He gulped, "There had been really bad rainfall the night before. It was incredibly windy and we were on the highway, going a little too fast as roadworks beforehand had made us late."

"As we were riding down" He continued, "A truck was by the side of us. A sharp gust of wind paired with the slippery surface of the road caused the truck to swerve and it writ my dad's car straight off the road." Tears had started to fall from his eyes and I squeezed his hands, giving him the confidence to continue,

"I don't remember a lot after that. All I know is that when I woke up in hospital a few days later with three of my limbs in casts, the doctors told me that I was an orphan." I gasped in surprise at his confession and tears had now formed in my eyes, knowing how hard it was to lose a parent, never mind two.

"I was in the hospital for a few weeks and receiving physical therapy. Part of it included dancing which really helped my ability to move and I loved it. It only took a few weeks to gain back all my range of motion. I had a really nice teacher who encouraged me to continue dancing even after my rehabilitation was over, which clearly I have" He laughed but it definitely wasn't light-hearted.

"The only thing was" He stopped, "After my rehab was over, I had no where to go. I had lost my biological mother when I was 8 to cancer and now my dad and step-mom were also dead." His eyes screwed up in pain as he tried to move closer to me. I saved him the job as I got up from the side of the bed and lay down next to him. I pulled him close so that his head was resting on my chest and I held him tight. It must be painful to relive this experience. I stared at the bedroom wall as I listened to him intently.

"The nurses at the hospital said that they had contacted several members of my dad's and my biological mother's family, but if none came forward then I would have to go it into the system." I could feel his lips moving against the fabric of my t-shirt as he spoke,

"I was so scared. I knew the likelihood of me going into care was very high and the likelihood of a family wanted to foster or adopt a teenager was very low. On my last day in hospital, a distant cousin of my father's came forward and said he was happy to take me in. He said he owned a small business, but regularly fostered children and had adopted a few of them. He had the receipts to prove that he had several young adults, mostly aging around 16 to 19, under his care and after a background check, I was sent home with him."

"It was Rob wasn't it" I interjected, pulling him impossibly closer to my body and he responded by putting one arm across my waist. He nodded against my chest.

"I was so happy" He said, "I wasn't going into care and the person I was going home with was actually a member of my family. We had been introduced at the hospital and I had spent some time with him before leaving and I thought he was a really nice man. He was caring and I could see tad bits of my dad in him and I suddenly felt less lonely. However, as I left the hospital doors I instantly knew there was something wrong." I noticed a sudden change in his voice, it had become more dark.

"He all but dragged me to his beaten up truck by my wrist and shoved me in, locking the doors behind him. I remember looking at him like he was crazy, but he passed me two white pills before telling me to take them quick. I did with no hesitation. I had come to trust him and he promised to take care of me."

"I awoke from a deep sleep to a sign that said "You are now leaving Pennsylvania". I was so disorientated as I sat up from the back seat. How I had gotten in the back I don't know. But my confusion only grew as we entered New York city."

"To cut a long story short" He said, "I was drugged and taken to start a life with Rob in New York city. He had lied about living in Ohio and had forged the adoption papers of all the other teenagers he had under his care." His voice became very small, almost too quiet to hear at this point, but I remained still.

"When I turned 13, he bought me a box of black hair dye and told me that this was my hair colour from now on. I would also now be going by the name of Chris if anybody asked."

"For the next two years I lived with Rob in a 4 bedroomed apartment with Steve, the guard you know, another bouncer called Rick, as well as 8 other teenagers. The three adults had their own room and this left me along with the other teenagers in one room. We had no bed, no blankets, nothing. Just a floor and four walls. In the winter, there didn't seem enough of us to cuddle together and make ourselves warm. In the summer, the room was too small to get away from each other because it was too hot." His throat sounded thick as he told the next part of his story,

"At 15, I was the youngest teenager in the house. Rob had said I couldn't work yet like the older kids and I remember thinking to myself that you can work when you're 13, but clearly I didn't realise what "work" actually meant. Anyway," He shook his head against me, "I wasn't allowed to go to school, in fear of slipping up or something, so I stayed at home all day. Rob made me clean for hours on end, scrubbing the floor and walls with a toothbrush and bucket of water. I also had to cook for him and the two bouncers. The teenagers weren't allowed any food unless they had been "good"." He swallowed audibly, "being good meant performing sex acts on him or the two bouncers"

I gasped in surprise, feeling like any minute I was going to throw up. This story was just getting worse and worse.

"I tried for as long as I could to go without food. I didn't like the taste of the men and I didn't enjoy doing it, but I got too hungry. I had to." The dancer was crying so much his shoulders were shaking, "I felt so dirty when they put their hands on me, but eventually I became desensitised to it."

I really felt as if I was going to be sick now. A 15 year old giving grown men a blow job? Disgusting. I tried not to let my emotions show in front of Kurt though, I didn't want him to feel any worse.

"Is that why you're so thin?" I asked, to which he nodded miserably.

"On my 16th birthday, Rob introduced me as the new dancer at Fruity's. Men and women alike loved my innocent look and one had even called me a china doll, which is where the name Porcelain came from. My love for dancing was still in me, so I treated the stage like I was on Broadway. The audience ate me up and I quickly became Rob's favourite worker." I nodded at that, it was easy to understand why he was the favourite.

"That was four years ago"

"Four years?" I exclaimed, he nodded weakly, "Oh my god you're only 19!" I finished.

That's why he still looked youthful I thought. 19 was still young, too young to be exposed to this anyway. I couldn't help but reprimand myself in my head for sleeping with a 19 year old, I'm 30 for fucks sake! I put a hand to my forehead.

"It's part of the illusion" he tried to explain, "The black hear, the fake name, the wrong age. I'm sorry I lied to you but I couldn't be caught."

I let out a breath. I couldn't blame Kurt for lying, he was begin forced to. I knew there was no way he was 27, at least I was right about that. I felt bad for sleeping with somebody so young but it was consensual and I had feelings for him that I couldn't take back now. I let him get back to the story.

"It was just dancing and stripping for a while, but the crowd became bored and we began losing money. When any of the teenagers or dancers under his guardianship didn't bring home enough money, they would beat us up. Sometimes it wasn't too bad, just being hit with a belt or burned by the end of a cigarette. Other times it was much worse." He shuddered. So did I.

"Is that what these are?" I caressed his arm through the fabric of his robe and feeling the little bumps of the red and white marks I had become intrigued by, "They're cigarette burns?"

"Yes" he said, and I didn't stop stroking his arm in the hopes of giving him some comfort.

"Rob decided that I needed to start selling my body. Customers were agreeing to pay thousands for the opportunity to take my virginity. It turns out that Steve would actually take my virginity on a night where I didn't make enough money, but I had to play up the virgin Mary act to the patrons."

"I had been having sex with customers for about a year when somebody mentioned they wanted to tie me up. I wasn't sure at first but I knew If I didn't I had much worse coming to me. So I did. I always used to pretend that the sex I had with people was a role I had to play in a scene for something, so I would really go to town with moans and everything, even when it hurt. Ever since then I have been a household name in Fruity's and also back at the house. Rob, Steve and Rick thoroughly enjoyed using me at home. But it changed when you came along." I took a sharp intake of breath,

"I was instantly captivated by you from the minute I saw you" He admitted, "I had spotted Sebastian first, one of my regulars as you know, and a part of me actually did want to dance for you privately as I was hoping to impress you" I kissed the side of his head in flattery,

"However, when you started asking questions, I knew this was only going to go one way. I wanted to give you all the answers, my body was yearning to tell you the truth. Something in your eyes was taunting me and I already knew I had told you too much that night. Thankfully, you saved me from a beating by giving Steve money even though all we did was talk. I tried to get you out of my head after that, but I couldn't because you kept turning up"

"I couldn't keep away" I said sheepishly and he smiled although it was strained,

"At this point, the only thing I knew how to do right was sex. By grinding against you and getting you off I thought I was telling you that I liked you, but obviously it went the opposite way as you called me a dirty whore."

I flinched visibly, "I didn't mean that"

"it's okay" He said quietly before carrying on, "I admit, I was hurt. The way you had been with me previously, with the talking, made me think that you were different. But I thought, guess not" He shrugged as he told the story.

"I was shocked to see you at Jodie's. I'm glad you were able to see me sing, I felt avenged as it proved I had more talent that just sex. Even though I was mad at you, you're eyes were so expressive and showed that you were sorry, so I didn't object to your blatant flirty. In the back of my mind, I knew your wife was an issue. The way you reacted after I got you off was proof enough. But you were sending me the right signals at Jodie's so I followed you home that night. We both know what happened there" I blushed crimson.

"You had said you didn't regret it, but your reaction hurt me, again. I've been hurt so many times in my life and this once I had control over the outcome because I was able to leave." That made sense.

"The beating I received for being gone all night without telling them wasn't as bad as the emotional pain I was feeling. I had fell hard for you, I knew that at Jodie's. Since leaving you that morning my dancing started to get bad. I didn't care for putting on a performance anymore, I just felt numb. That only meant that Rob beat me up even worse, starve me for longer and work me harder. No wonder I was sweating so much when you came with your wife."

"She wanted to go out" I answered a question he didn't even ask, "I tried to convince her that Fruity's wasn't a good idea, but she's persistent" He went still beside me. His lip was hung between his teeth and I sat up slowly which caused him to slip off my chest. I turned my body round and knelt on my knees so we were facing each other, faces at relatively the same height.

"I am so sorry" There was desperation in my voice, I grabbed his hands, "I never meant to hurt you. Or cause you pain, whether emotional or physical. I wish I had met you years ago, before I married Quinn, I would've taken you off the market straight away" He smiled and despite the fact it was small, it looked genuine.

"Really? Even though you're faking straight?"

"I was out" I said, "To my parents"

"What?" He gasped, shock written across his face. I observed him for a moment, his makeup was mostly off now and the bruises were showing through. I traced the one hanging from his eyes before explaining,

"I told my parents I was gay when I was 14. My father laughed it off and tried his best to ignore it. He even made me rebuild an old car with him one summer." I rolled my eyes, "I had boyfriends, he didn't acknowledge them. I desperately wanted him to accept me, so when I was introduced to Quinn, I thought why not. I had never been with a girl so how could I know I didn't like them? Obviously it's clear I don't, but as I became successful my job became more important than my love life."

"I'm sorry your father didn't accept you" His voice was hoarse and I tutted lightly,

"Don't be sorry" I used one finger to lift up a stray hair that had fallen on his forehead, "You've been through way worse" He didn't reply, choosing to flutter his eyes close at my gentle touch.

I swallowed almost audibly. This was probably the most gentle touch he has ever felt. I had cried throughout his story. What a horrible life this poor angel has had. I couldn't believe somebody would inflict pain on a person, especially one that was so gorgeous. He was just a child when they corrupted him, but I believed he was pure and I vowed to spend the rest of my life making sure he knew that.

His breath had slowly began to even out until I was sure he was asleep. I crept off the bed as quietly as I could and sent Quinn a text saying I would be gone tonight, but that we needed to talk tomorrow. I couldn't keep lying anymore. We were in too deep and I wanted to be with Kurt. At least try anyway. Removing my clothes so that I was down to my briefs, I took Kurt's robe off without him waking. It had been a long night and it was clear how exhausted the boy was. I was still in disbelief about what he had been through, but he didn't have to deal with it now. Not anymore. Climbing into bed, I switched of the light so we were engulfed in darkness. I pulled the duvet across both our bodies and he unconsciously snuggled into me. I held him safe throughout the night and promised to do so for the rest of our lives.

10 YEARS LATER

"Blaine, is that you?" A melodic voice floated from the direction of the kitchen. I smiled from ear to ear as I slipped my shoes off. This was my favourite time of the day: coming home to my husband.

"Who else would it be?" I laughed, throwing my keys into the bowl by the door and padding to the kitchen area.

Kurt and I had moved into our forever home a little over 5 years ago. We had spent the first few years of our relationship living in my old house in New York, but with too many memories, we decided to move right across the country to San Francisco.

Our lives have been a whirlwind since that night in the hotel. The next day, Kurt and I had a long conversation about where we stood with each other. I was honest about my feelings and admitted that I had fallen in love and was willing to divorce Quinn if he wanted me back. He squealed in reply, forgetting his injuries and giving me a hard kiss, telling me he also loved me back. Kurt then spent the day resting and I paid for another night in the hotel for him, but I couldn't stay as I needed to go home and explain myself to Quinn.

I told Quinn everything, minus the scandalous details, and there was fighting. She was upset and hurt that I had lied. I apologised, but said I couldn't pretend I was in love with her anymore. I had found the man of my dreams and I couldn't let him go. As it turned out, she had also been sleeping with somebody behind my back. It was an assistant at her law firm and her business trips away were actually them seeking off for some alone time. There was more fighting. Her affair had actually been going on longer than mine. That night, we broke it off. After lots of shouting, we managed to end the relationship amicably. She left with her belongings and said her boyfriend, some guy named Puck, would willingly accept her, having asked her to move in a few months ago.

Kurt immediately moved in with me the next day. The only belongings he had were in the duffle bag he brought with him that night. He didn't have much, just his real passport, an old toothbrush, some underwear, two sets of clothing, a picture of his parents and an old cell phone.

Kurt spent weeks in hibernation, staying in the house and never leaving unless it was completely necessary. Scared that Rob may find him. I bought him everything he needed, including a few extra luxuries and he was eternally grateful. After two months of hiding, he came into my office and said "I'm ready" and that's where everything began.

I started writing a huge report on everything Kurt had gone through, including the sexual exploitation at the age of 15. It took months to create and with statement mostly provided by Kurt, I was able to create a big enough case to take Rob and his minions to court. Once in custody, the other teenagers and young adults felt safe enough to speak out about their traumatic experiences and that is what sent the three monsters down for life. Fruity's was shut down not long after that.

With Kurt's new found freedom, he flourished like a flower in spring. He loved going outside and meeting new people, he was confident and very quick witted but kind and gentle. He felt bad about not paying for any of the bills or for any maintenance needed on the house, so he got a small job in a singing diner not far from my law firm. I told him I didn't mind, but encouraged him to use his money to buy things for himself, like clothes as he expressed an interest in fashion.

For Kurt's 21st birthday, I handed him an envelope whilst we were eating dinner. I remember him eyeing is sceptically before opening it, a choked sob erupting from his throat before he flew over the table and embraced me in a tight hug. I had filmed Kurt's dancing when he wasn't aware and sent the tapes to Julliard. They were thoroughly impressed and offered, as long as I would pay some money, a three year scholarship to study dance and performing arts. It was a no brainer for me. His happiness drowned out any feelings he had about me filming him with his hair in a mess.

After attending Julliard for a few months and working in the diner alongside, Kurt introduced me back into music by using all his saving to buy a small piano. He would hire out composition books from the library and make me practice until my fingers felt like they were going to drop off. I loved every second of it. Music had been such an important piece of my life and I missed it terribly. It gave me true joy just like Kurt did every day.

It wasn't an easy decision for me to quit the law firm. Everybody, including Sebastian, had been shocked when I revealed that Porcelain, now Kurt, was my boyfriend. They were even more dumbfounded when I announced that he had convinced me to go to school and learn to teach music. My father was less than impressed, but quickly realised he wasn't going to stop me and that I was old enough to make my own mind up. I had lived in his shadow for far too long.

Jeff got the raise he wanted. In fact, I left the law firm, now known as Lawyers Incorporated, in the capable hands of both Nick and Jeff and they are still doing well with it now. They continue to tell me over skype how amazing it is that nobody walks in on their sex in the boss office.

I attend NYU in the fall and after three years I graduated with a masters in musical composition and teaching. Kurt had graduated the semester before with an honours degree in performing arts, with a minors in theatre design.

The move across the entire country had been hard, not just on us, but also on our friends. All the warblers had accepted Kurt whole heartedly and they became fast friends, which made it all the more difficult. However, it was the right choice. I had accepted a job in an elementary school and Kurt had been offered a few slots to teach ballet to a group of 7 year olds. New York had some tainted memories and only held us back. A fresh start was long overdue.

I proposed to Kurt on the night we moved in to our house. We had no furniture except a bed, the rest of it arriving the next day via U-Haul, so in our empty living room I knelt down on the carpet and popped the question. The wedding was perfect, everyone had flown in to celebrate, even the dancers that had previously lived with Kurt. The ceremony was beautiful, Kurt had designed the majority of it and we danced the night away. It is one of my best memories.

That brings us to the present as I rounded the corner to our kitchen area.

"There you are, Daddy" Kurt laughed, whirling round from whatever he was cooking on the stove with our son on his hip.

The two year old was bubbling with excitement, making grabby hands towards me that I couldn't ignore. I dropped my satchel on the floor and bounded over to him, kissing my husband lightly before taking the boy and placing him on my own hip.

"I've missed you" I said to both of them, ruffling the boy's hair with my free hand.

Kurt and I decided together that we were ready to start a family. We considered surrogacy, but Kurt said that adopting would be much more full filling, considering he could have been in that situation himself. We looked around adoption centres for months, before Kurt's old friend, Spice, who was actually named Santana, rang Kurt in a frenzy saying that she had fell pregnant but wasn't in a position in her life that she could look after a baby. This allowed us to get the thorough background checks before Devon was born and we immediately adopted him from birth.

"We've missed you too" Kurt replied with a smile, turning back to the meal. I placed our son in his high chair before walking up behind Kurt and encircling my arms around his waist. He placed his left hand on the two of mine that were resting on his stomach and our rings glistened in the light. I breathed in his vanilla and jasmine scent.

"How was your day?" He asked with genuine interest,

"Wonderful" I sighed with bliss, "And with you, a wonderful life."

A/N Hope you enjoyed!