NOTE: This is the REAL Sleeping Beauty Awoken, there is a stolen version on fanfiction called Sleeping Beauty Awakens and it has been proven that mine came first, I posted it on AO3 back in October. PLEASE read this, the original, and enjoy the real story of Kurt and Sebastian and Sleeping Beauty Inc.
"Sign here if you comply that you are aware of sexual activities occurring in your sleep state. That all parties involved are to come in with a weekly drug and std test, and that no parties involved shall speak to others about the private affairs that happen during the night. Also that you, the employee, are monitored and may see the tape in the morning and we will make sure no injury shall be sustained." The stern lady pushed the paper to Kurt and the male read through it carefully, eyes reading every line before signing. "And our agreed upon price point is 250 dollars per person, and anything over 5 people will be double?" He signed once again. "When can you start?" "Tonight." She handed him a cup with a yellow pill accompanied by a glass of water. "Once you take this, you are required to use the bathroom. Walk through the large oak doors in room number 4 and enjoy your sleep. You will have about 15 minutes to do so."
Kurt stared at the pill before nodding, taking it and washing it down with water. At least this drug he understood. The components were simple as to why someone would take it. They couldn't sleep, they wanted to die, or they needed to make money which happened to be what Kurt was doing at the moment. Making money the best way he knew how. In his sleep.
"Where the fuck does our money keep going, huh!? Kurt are you even listening to me?! God what a fucking idiot!" Adam grabbed Kurt's hair, yanking the male to his feet from where he'd been studying just moments ago. "WHERE. IS. OUR. MONEY!?"
"Maybe it's in the little baggy of coke in your back pocket, Adam. Put me down." Adam growled, certainly putting Kurt down. However, the placement on the floor wasn't the destination. The mirror hanging on the wall was his choice of locales for that night. Kurt slammed into it, shattering the glass around him. Seven years with this man was hell enough, Kurt thought, standing slowly so Adam could hug him, tell him he was sorry all while pecking his face and whispering murmurs of love.
It didn't change the fact Kurt was right about the coke thing.
Kurt used the restroom, already tired, head dizzy and eyes dropping. He wiped, thoroughly before stumbling from the room, stripping and leaving his clothes outside where the guard told him to. He stumbled onto the bed before laying face down, drooling onto the pillow.
Kurt never felt or woke to any customers, he actually had the most pleasant sleep he'd had in awhile. The next morning Kurt woke to a throbbing pain and blinked, looking at the camera. He smiled softly, standing quietly and walking slowly to the camera itself. He picked it up, turning it around before sidling himself on a large stuffed chair to watch how his own night went.