This is a very short, only three chapter long glee fanfic, I hope it's good, at least I liked writing it :)

I've rated the story M just to be sure, even though I think it's a T rated story as there is almost no crude language and no sex scenes, and that super miniscule
make out scene I have in it, is totally not explicit and it's very very short.

There is of course a slash pairing in this story Finn/Noah ;)

Either way, I've got nothing else to say except READ and ENJOY!

ONE

Kurt was bored, seriously bored. His shift had started two hours ago and he had had four customers all in all, yes he knew that Wednesdays were slow and that not too many people came to 'Eden Hall' a small fancy bar/pub before nine o'clock but one could still hope. It was already half past eight so Kurt hoped there would be a bit more to do in the incoming half hour or else he would die of boredom. Usually they were two in the bar but as his bartender partner had called in sick, found Kurt himself tending to the bar alone.

Kurt straightened his black and grey colored west and looked at himself in the mirror that cowered the whole wall behind the bar disk, covered in shelves filled with different bottles of alcohol. He was wearing a pair of black slacks, a white men's button up shirt and a west, his hair styled perfectly and Kurt had to admit that he made quite the good looking bartender; he even looked a bit older than his seventeen years. This was the official look all the bartenders and waiters at Eden Hall were expected to have; looking sloppy or unprofessional was not accepted. It was a bit more masculine than what he usually would wear, especially at school but he had come to like it.

"Well if it isn't Kurt, haven't seen you around in a while, been busy elsewhere?"

"Evening Mr. Ferguson" greeted Kurt the man that just had entered the small building, "You could say that, the usual?"

"Yes please, it's oddly quiet in here, no extra entertainment tonight?"

"I've got no idea, we'll just have to wait and see," said Kurt and handed over a glass of whiskey to the man.

That was true, Eden Hall was situated not too far from an escort firm, and it was not unusual for the 'ladies' working at the firm to take their newer clients to Eden Hall for a drink. Kurt had even heard something that the owner of the bar and the escort firm had some sort of agreement going on, that the escort firm paid the bar a rather nice sum of money and the bar if there was some problems with the escort's customer the people at Eden Hall would help. It was kind of nice, a visit from one of the people working at the escort firm usually meant a much more interesting time for the rest of the people at the bar and Kurt who knew that all the 'ladies' were in fact males, well for him it was even more fun to watch.

"Yeah, they're nice ladies, it's just sad that they're working," said Mr. Ferguson with a sigh.

"Nah, it doesn't bother me, but it's fun watching the new clients," admitted Kurt.

"Well that's true," snorted the older man.

Kurt liked Mr. Ferguson he was a regular at Eden Hall, and had been it for about five years now. When Kurt had started and was still a bit nervous, Mr. Ferguson had not stressed him or made him feel uncomfortable but had instead started telling him stories about the place and even told some stories of some of the escorts he had gotten to know over the years, because of the closeness to the firm most escorts came in for a coffee or food even when they did not have a client with them.

"Well look at that, my favorite escort is here and obviously with a very green client," commented Ferguson with a chuckle.

Kurt looked up from the glass he was polishing, Ferguson was right the client was green so green in fact that it was no longer just an expression of speech, the man was literally green in the face. It was fascinating watching the client follow the very beautiful woman into the bar looking around as if he would bolt at any moment.

"Evening Kurt, Mr. Ferguson," greeted the dark haired young woman the two men before she turned around to face her client, "Derek let me introduce Mr. Ferguson and our bartender for tonight, Kurt, to you."

"Good evening, what can I get you sir? Nava, the usual I presume?" asked Kurt the last part a bit unnecessary as he was already pouring her a cup of coffee.

"A scotch please."

When the drinks were ordered and ready, Kurt and Ferguson watched Nava and her client relocate to a table in the corner.

"I really wish my old lady would look like that…"

Kurt could not help but snicker at the star truck look in Ferguson's eyes, of only the older man knew who exactly the beautiful and mysterious Nava was on the day then Kurt was sure the older man would be singing another tune. Nava, the not so new anymore escort at Madame Deveroux's escort firm, was actually Noah "Puck" Puckerman, self-proclaimed and not so self-proclaimed badass from Lima, Ohio. Kurt had found this out not too long after he had started working as a bartender at Eden Hall when Nava/Noah had accidentally 'outed' himself to Kurt. Neither one of them had expected to run into anyone they knew there, and had promised each other to keep it a secret from the rest of the Glee club, well except from Finn as that would be a bit of a problem as he knew of both of theirs after school jobs.

"You sure? I mean I thought you knew…"

"Knew what? That they're all men? Yeah I do but still, one got to appreciate beauty, especially when it's a guy that looks that good and there's just something exciting about it."

Kurt raised his eyebrow at Ferguson but did not say anything but poured the man a second glass of whiskey instead. A few more people arrived, filling the room with low chatter, but it was obvious that this was just one of those days when Kurt would polish glass until they were shining brighter than the sun. Not that it was too horrible now when he had Ferguson to chat to, the man was always ready to tell a story or entertain Kurt when he was around.

This was how Kurt's night continued, as his shift ended at eleven it did not take long for Kurt to change his clothes and head for his car. He knew his dad was not overly happy about his work hours when he had to work in the week, but after many pouts and puppy eyes and Finn vouching for him, Kurt had won. He had been feeling bad about the amount of money he spent on his clothes and as he was closing in on eighteen soon, wanted some work experience, this way he got both the money for clothes without having to ask his dad or Carol and a taste of the real world. He was almost sitting in his car when he heard a voice shouting his name, turning around Kurt watched as Noah jogged up to him, apparently his work day was also over.

"Noah."

"Kurt, dude can I get a ride home with you?"

"Why not, where's your car?"

"Broken," muttered Noah with an annoyed huff, "It's so old I should just get rid of it, but as I don't have enough money to buy a new one I just have to make do with what
I've got."

"Not so nice, so how was this new client, he seemed a bit green." Kurt could not help the pun in the end.
Noah laughed, shaking his head when he thought about Derek.

"Poor guy is in denial… He really was green literally and figuratively, wouldn't stop stuttering but a nice guy all in all."

"Did he know you were a guy?"

"Not at first, you know how it's a policy at the firm that all clients' know that were male, and duh everyone who come to us are usually gay to some extent but don't want to be seen on the street holding hands with a man, then again that's why we're dressing as women, either way, it seems as if it was his friends that had set this up and told us that he knew, poor guy almost had a heart attack when he found out…"

Kurt choked down a laugh, not wanting to get into an accident if he suddenly started to laugh hysterically and not seeing the road. Not that there was much to crash against, at this time of the evening there was not many cars out on the roads and there was almost nothing on the sides, only a few trees here and there.

"Can't have been easy for him."

"Hmm, well he did book another 'date' so I can't have been completely repulsive."

"Seriously?"

"Yep," said Noah popping the p in the end, "if he continues to come, which is hard to predict right now, then I'll have five regular clients."

Kurt nodded; he understood what Noah was trying to say. As Noah only worked in the evenings after school and the weekends, this meant he could not take on as many clients as those who worked full time, which meant those he had were so much more important to him. One more regular client meant more money not only in his normal salary but in the bonus' he got. It maybe meant more work, but it also meant Noah would not have to worry about not having money to feed Sarah or getting the bills paid. If Kurt worked because he wanted Noah did it because he had to, living with his younger sister and no good alcoholic mother was not easy, not that many knew it but Noah had started his pool cleaning and the prostitution because yes that was what he did back then, when he was fourteen so that he could pay for his own school and his sister's. Noah was the main bread earner in the Puckerman house, thank god Finn when he and Noah had started to date, had gotten Noah to at least stop with the whoring, which Kurt was very glad about.

The first time he had heard and actually gotten hard evidence to the fact that Noah was selling himself for extra money, he had been horrified. Then after the initial shock he had gotten worried, no one should have to do something like that to survive. Especially when one was underage, Kurt was not sure what worse the fact that Noah had started so young or the fact that he did not seem to care anymore. He knew that most people saw Noah as a whore and most people did not even care that Noah was around to hear it when they said it, but to actually now that the rumors were true was unsettling. Who knew what kind of people they were that Noah slept with, Kurt had actually felt like crying and kissing and hugging Finn when he heard the freakishly tall teen tell Noah to stop with the whoring, that he would get Burt to give Noah a job if nothing else, but that the whoring had to stop, not because of the rumors or the ugly glares but because it was not healthy nor safe for him.

It was about a 45 minute ride back to Lima from where they worked and they spent the whole trip talking and laughing, talking about Glee and school and everything that popped up. If someone about a year ago would have said that Kurt would see Noah as a good friend and not just a tolerable classmate then Kurt would have called that person crazy, but now, now it was as if they had been friends forever. Dropping Noah off outside the somewhat run down Puckerman house, Kurt bid the Jewish teen a good night before he headed home to get some well earned sleep. After all it would not do, if he had dark shadows under his eyes, there was only so much make up could do.

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