Different

Rating: M

Author: MsNarwhal

Summary: "Kurt, what happened to you?" I whispered. Kurt was different he wasn't that innocent little boy anymore. "People change, Blaine" Futurefic! Five years after graduation.

A/N Sorry for not updating in a while. Thanks for all of your helpful reviews and criticisms. I'm not really good with fluff. Also something awesome happened in my life….I GOT A BOIFRIEND *cheers* I've known him since first grade and we've been dating for a couple weeks now. Sorry to ramble about my life, now onto the other stuff.

Not established relationship.

Spoilers: None

POV: Blaine

Disclaimer: I may have subconsciously taken someone's ideas somehow, so sorry if that happens. I own nothing.

I have the perfect life. A wonderful life, I go on tours, I decided to stick to music, even though my so called "family" didn't approve of my decision. I sighed. My life is perfect. Actually, no, it isn't my life is horrible. I love my job, but I'm alone. No one to cuddle with at night, no one to hold hands with, no one to love, no one that loved me back.

I sighed when my phone rang. I checked the caller ID.

"Wes" I chuckled. He and David still called me to update how my life was after I moved to the Big Apple.

"Hello?" I greeted to the performer on the other line.

"Hello sunshine. How are you doin'? Got a boyfriend yet?"

"No, Wes. No one wants little old me." I said truthfully.

"Now come on, you're an awesome guy! I'm sure there's got to be someone out there for little old you."

I chuckled. "Sorry Wes got to go. I have to get to work early; I got a new gig at some new bar."

"Okay Blaine, but don't hurt yourself okay?"

"Sure. Bye Wes." I hung up the phone. I walked down the streets of New York, heading to my newest gig was. I was about a block away from the place when I heard some guy yelling.

I peeked into the nearby alleyway to see a young man, maybe twenty years old, being dragged off by some burly guy with a leather jacket.

"Get off me! I only go with guys I choose, and I definitely don't pick you," I younger guy said.

"Now come on, baby. You don't mean that. It's your job to satisfy the customer, and I have more than enough cash to pay," the smaller guy winced at the word job. "Come on, baby, let's go," he whispered into his ear.

The anger was pooling pretty quickly in my gut. I just charged at the big guy without thinking. I landed a pretty good hit on the guy's face and he tumbled backwards.

"I could've handled it, you know," he whispered. I could see he was visibly shaking and he pure terror on his face.

"Yeah, I could totally see that by the way you kept whimpering and yelling for help," I said sarcastically. The big guy got up again, his face glowing a bit red from where I punched him. His eyes were glaring at us and I stepped in front of the slightly taller boy, protecting him.

"I'll get you some day, babe. See you soon," he hulky guy said. He winked at the terrified young man. I could tell Mr. Big-And-Scary was a bit shaken up from the awesome hit I got on him. Sure I was a hobbit, but hobbits need to stay in shape too right?

"You okay?" I asked when the scary guy left.

"Just dandy," he grumbled sarcastically. I pulled him into the light and when I saw him I couldn't help but gasp.

"K-Kurt, i-is that you?" I said looking at him up and down several times, highly doubting the situation. Kurt the best singer in the history of ever, was whoring himself out? The boy who could make it big time with the snap of his fingers. "Kurt what happened to you?"I whispered. Kurt was, different. He wasn't that innocent little boy anymore.

"People change Blaine," Kurt said avoiding eye contact. Kurt still wore nice clothes, but they changed. They seemed more dark and depressing. He was wearing a navy blue shirt that said, "Don't hate" and black skinny jeans. His jacket was black leather and his hair was disheveled.

I took out my phone and canceled my gig.

"Kurt, come with me," I took out my hand, in hopes he would accept it so we could catch up. He reluctantly took my hand and I ran with him, just like we did the first day in high school. I have to admit, I always kind of liked him, but I knew he deserved better. I still like him. His warm, soft hands, they were a hell of a lot different than my calloused icy hands.

I quickly hailed a cab and told the driver to head to Time Square.

"Kurt, when did this happen? I thought you moved to New York to be on the Broadway?" I asked, staring into his beautiful glasz eyes.

"W-well I kind of started as a male stripper, b-but then some of my f-friends there told me I could pull of my current…job," he whispered, barely audible. "I-it was re-really appealing be-because it gave a lot of money a-and I-I could s-satisfy m-my future boyfriend when he had…needs." He was quietly sobbing now and I squeezed his hand. I noticed how he winced when he said boyfriend.

"Kurt, how long have you been doing this? Have…have, you know….done the deed yet?" I whispered the last part so I was barely audible.

"Uhhh…I've been doing this…for a couple weeks…B-but I'm still a virgin…I only did blowjobs and…handjobs…and toys…so…uhh," Kurt paused. I could tell he wasn't lying. I knew how much his virginity mattered to him.

I told the cab driver to stop so we could get out. I quickly paid the guy and he raised an eyebrow when he saw us holding hands and running away.

"Blaine, I'm all for this awesome catching up and mystery and stuff, and I'm really happy you saved me from losing my precious…virginity. B-but-Oh my god I'm rambling now aren't I? I am! Sorry!"I couldn't help but giggle at his nervousness that caused him to blush even further.

We stopped in front of a coffee shop.

"This place makes am-fucking-azing coffee." Kurt nodded and we walked in.

"Non-fat mocha hold the whip, and a medium drip," I said.

"You remember my coffee order after all these years?" he raised an eyebrow. I flushed and looked away. I could never forget those not-dates, so I would never forget his order.

"Yeah. Those coffee dates were really important to me…not as important to me as you though," I whispered the last part and hoped he didn't hear.

"They were important to you?" he mumbled. I flushed even redder, if it is even possible. "i-I'm important to you?"

"Y-yeah. You are, but you deserve someone better, hell you can get someone better with a snap of my fingers," I said sadly. I bowed my head knowing he would say we should just stay friends.

"Uhhmm Blaine…Y-you're important to me too," he whispered into my ear. I shivered at his warm breath on my ear.

"Get a room faggots!" I heard someone yell. I couldn't put my finger on it, but that voice sounded familiar. At the time I didn't notice Kurt freeze to the voice. A big scary-looking guy was glaring at us. I could see some weird emotions in his eyes, jealousy? Love? Longing? Why?

Ooooh slight cliffy! Anyways, thanks for the criticisms and reviews! I'll try to update soon.