Hey guys and welcome to this story, this is going to be a collab between KlainebowKlisses and myself, and beta'd by the usual Beta Sarah :D. After reading Admiller's series, we decided to write our own story, but definitely make it our own. So we hope you like it.

We don't own Glee, unfortunately ^.^

To say Blaine Anderson was well off is an understatement. To start, he was a big time business man in his father's company. Mr. Anderson owned most of the coffee shops in Ohio, along with one of the one that Blaine visited regularly, the Lima Bean. Blaine's father had a plan for his son's life. Go to college, learn the family business, get married and have children, but soon enough his father learned that that would not be the case for Blaine.

When Blaine had first come out to his parents, his mum had been completely supportive of him; her son being gay did not bother her in the slightest, he was still her perfect little boy. His father, however, was not so accepting. His face had said it all; the deep frown, the obvious disappointment shining in his hazel eyes. He had eventually learned to accept the fact Blaine was never going to have his version of 'a perfect life', but that didn't mean he was happy about it. In his business-warped mind Blaine had chosen to be gay.

Blaine's first boyfriend - David was his name - obviously had not been met with open arms by his father. It had solidified the fact that his only son was never going to have children, but when David had continued to come round to the house constantly over the year they were together he eventually learned to accept him. Blaine had been convinced that he was going to be with David for ever and they would get married and have children and he had just knew he was in love. Unfortunately for Blaine, their relationship had crumbled into pieces at his feet, and all he could do was stand and stare as David - his David - kissed another guy, to say he was crushed was an understatement.

After David, Blaine didn't really have any serious relationships for a while. Then Zach came along. Blaine thought Zach was the one for sure. The one he would be with for the rest of his life... that was until he found him in bed with a guy they had met earlier that week. Again he was crushed, but this time, it was worse than the last. That's why when Wes, one of his friends from his dad's office, had suggested Blaine have a one night stand, at first he was surprised. He tried not to listen to Wes, but after coming in the office one day and finding directions to the bar where Blaine knew prostitutes offered their services, he decided that maybe he would try it, because he couldn't take getting his heart broken again. He wouldn't fall in love with a prostitute. Would he?

No, he wouldn't. It was impossible to even feel anything for someone you were using for a burst of pleasure. He doubted he would even remember his face when he was gone.

As he drove to the bar, he began to feel nervous. He continually tapped his thumb against the hard plastic of the steering wheel that he held tightly in his grasp, trying desperately to concentrate on the road. He knew exactly why he was nervous - his two failed relationships had left him with no self confidence in his ability to pleasure someone at all, but he wouldn't have to pleasure anyone tonight, he reassured himself. It would be the unknown man that was pleasuring him. It was Blaine paying the money, after all.

So why was there multiple beads of sweat slowly collecting on his warm forehead? He was a pristine, dapper business man who ordered people around as a job, and he was feeling nervous about having sex? It was true, he hadn't done it in a long while, but he wanted to reward himself for his hard work. He was getting the physical parts of a relationship without all the complicated emotional stuff, and that was what he wanted.

He definitely wasn't lonely... Of course he wasn't - he simply enjoyed the peaceful solitude of his life.

As the rather elegant looking building came into view, he pulled into the parking lot and edged into the space between a large blue car and a red Mini. Once he had turned the engine off he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm himself. The sun was setting in the orange sky, but he couldn't admire the beauty when he was so nervous. His eyes fluttered open again and he lifted his hand up; he was shaking like a leaf.

You're being stupid. Just get out the car and go have some fun. Taking one last deep breath, he got out of the car and walked briskly over to the open door of the bar, music blasting from inside.

He was met with dancing bodies everywhere; everyone was smiling and laughing and just generally having a good time - the complete opposite to what Blaine felt like doing. To be honest, he wanted to lock himself in the nearest toilet until he calmed down a bit, but no, he was going to do this. He did want to, really.

Stopping abruptly in his tracks, he realised that he really didn't know what he was doing. How did he know who was a prostitute and who wasn't? Should he just...ask? But what if he...

Get a grip of yourself, he warned. Just walk over and ask the man serving drinks. Luckily, his legs cooperated with his brain and he quickly found himself standing at the bar watching the rather attractive man behind it cleaning a glass.

"Um...excuse me?" He asked shyly, clearing his throat to try and make his voice clearer. The man just stared at him in distaste, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah? What do you want?" He asked, though his tone was not unkind. Blaine's eyes flickered around the room, the knot tightening in his stomach. How did he word this? He couldn't just say "I want a prostitute." That just sounded stupid to him.

He realised that the fair haired, blue eyed man was continuing to stare at him in question.

"I'm here for...I've got money..." He was shocked to find that the man was laughing, actually laughing, at him.

"You're here for our special services." Blaine must have looked confused because the man chuckled again and stated bluntly, "Sex."

Blaine nodded, "I-uhh-" He looked around. "How do I tell the difference between them?" He said as he looked back at the other man.

"Believe me, you will know which is a prostitute and which aren't, and you're in luck because our best man is in tonight, and with that suit you are wearing I would say you could probably afford him." The man said as he pointed Blaine in the direction of the room that the man was waiting in. "Room 15."

Blaine looked towards the door, but didn't move a muscle.

"First time?" The man at the counter asked, sighing.

Blaine took a deep breath, he could do this, he nodded at the man and made his way stiffly past the people dancing and to the room he pointed too.

He looked at the 15 in dark letters on the door before knocking twice and walking in. He silently slapped himself, ...do people knock when doing this? That and a few other million questions ran though his mind as he stood frozen at the door for a moment. He shook it off, he had more important things to do now. As he walked in, the prostitute was turned around looking the other way.

"They told me someone was coming." He heard the boy say, at least, he almost looked like a boy, Blaine didn't know from the angle he was standing at. Blaine's immediate reaction was this man had the voice of an angel, high, almost feminine but not. It sounded like a bell.

"Y-yeah... I-I... this is my first time doing something like this." Blaine admitted as he stuttered.

"I could tell, usually they don't knock, my regulars I mean. They just come in and do as they please." Finally the boy turned around and Blaine's breath caught in his throat. This boy was beautiful. The soft panels of his skin were a light, cream color. His cheek bones were sharp and pronounced which alerted Blaine that he was more grown than Blaine had thought at first glance. His hair was a soft brown and styled perfectly.

"I have the money," Blaine said reaching for his wallet after snapping out of his staring spell and regaining his voice, "I don't know exactly how much yo- this will cost, but if that's too much... just- uh- keep the change."

Blaine awkwardly handed the money to the boy, who shot him a disbelieving look after counting it. "How rich are you?"

Blaine blushed, "I'm... well off."

The boy whistled, "Well, I can see that. Five grand? Really?" Blaine only nodded. The boy kept the look for a moment more before dropping it, "Whatever, I'm not complaining. So what's your name gorgeous?"

It took a second for Blaine to realize that he had been asked a question again. "Blaine... I'm Blaine Anderson," he said.

The prostitute considered it, "Blaine. Hmm, classy. It fits. I'm Kurt, but you can call me whatever you want." Kurt edged closer to Blaine, and in return, Blaine shifted awkwardly.

Blaine closed his eyes, and Kurt looked at him. "You really are new at this aren't you? Don't be nervous, this should be fun," he whispered seductively.

Blaine nodded and took a deep breath, his nervousness still there. Kurt, tired of waiting, pulled Blaine onto the bed and into a kiss.

A very shocked Blaine froze for a second, and then responded slowly. Kurt played along, but got impatient and deepened it, pulling Blaine closer to him, grasping the back of his head as well as his lower back. It wasn't much time before Blaine was opening his mouth allowing Kurt to access his tongue. Kurt's hand traveled downward grabbing Blaine's ass, making them both groan.

"Fuck," One of them said. Neither knew who, but it didn't matter because they were both thinking it. Blaine was already harboring a half hard cock despite being as nervous as he was.

"Clothes off, but leave your boxers on for now." Blaine said, gaining confidence as he started to unbutton his jeans and pull off his shirt.

Blaine smiled evilly as he palmed Kurt through his boxers. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" it was Kurt for sure this time. Blaine pulled back and looked up at the boy, who was panting at this point, before slowly starting to remove his own boxers, but Kurt grabbed his hand, moving them away before doing it himself.

"Shit," He said as Blaine was freed from his boxers. "You're fucking equipped." Kurt said looking down at him. Blaine took a moment before reciprocating the action on Kurt before and moaning at the sight. He then leaned back up to kiss him again.

Kurt gasped as Blaine moved his mouth to Blaine's neck. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice lower than the peeling bell sound it was before. It was low and rough and fucking hot.

"Turn around." Blaine commanded. "Now." Kurt didn't need to be told twice. He turned as Blaine poured the lube over his fingers.

"Kurt," Blaine half growled, "I want you to beg for me. I want you to beg for me to fuck you."

Kurt opened his mouth, a small moan coming out of it.

Blaine swirled his fingers around Kurt's hole before pushing one in, eliciting a moan from Kurt. "I said beg." Blaine growled.

Blaine watched as his fingers disappeared into Kurt.

Kurt moaned. "Please. Please Blaine. Fuck me. Come inside me. Do something. Please."

Blaine smiled darkly. "Better." He slowly worked his finger into Kurt, before adding a second one. "You're so fucking tight." Blaine said as he scissored his fingers.

"I want you Kurt. So much. Do you want me? Do you want my cock?"

"Fuck! Yes! Give it to me! Want you inside me now." Kurt cried desperately.

Blaine laughed as he moved to add a third finger. Kurt felt so good, he knew neither of them was going to last much longer if he kept doing this. He moved his fingers up just a bit brushing against Kurt's prostate. "Fuck me- now!"

Blaine removed his fingers, making Kurt whimper at the loss.

Blaine lined his dick up with Kurt's hole rubbing the tip against it before pushing in.

"OHHHH!" Kurt screamed as Blaine pushed all the way inside him.

He started with a rhythm rocking into him, Kurt meeting his every movement. Kurt moaned high, making Blaine move faster.

He angled himself differently hitting Kurt's prostate. "So good." Blaine whined as Kurt screamed.

He was fucking him in earnest now, but Kurt loved every second of it.

"So close, so close!" Kurt moaned.

"Me too." Blaine said as his movements became uneven. "Are you ready?" He asked breathless.

"Yes! Yes!" Kurt said.

"Good, come for me Kurt!" Blaine said as he rocked into him hard and fast.

Kurt screamed as he came over both of there chests. "Fuck," Blaine said looking down as Kurt came. "You're so fucking hot. So hot Kurt."

Blaine rocked into him a few more times before he was screaming, cumming seconds after Kurt did.

He slumped down onto Kurt when they were finished. Leaning back up, he kissed Kurt softly so he could pull out.

He tied off the condom before lying back on the bed.

Kurt shifted making him feel everything that just happened again. "Fuck! That... that was amazing."

"Yeah, it was." Blaine said leaning over to kiss Kurt softly in a lingering kiss.

He pulled back before lying back for a bit. "I actually don't want to go.." Blaine said, "But I should..." Blaine said, his eyes drifting shut a bit.

Kurt nodded his head, looking the same but leaning over, lying his head on Blaine's shoulder. "You can stay for a bit though."

Blaine took a deep breath, there dry cum forgotten. He could shower later. With that he closed his eyes and fell asleep.