Hello?
"Kurt, you are about to enter your second year of College and you haven't given up your V-Card yet!" Santana groaned over the phone. Kurt sat on his couch in his New York City apartment., holding his head.
"Well, I'm waiting for the right moment." He sighed.
"Come on Kurt! You haven't dated since high school!" Kurt rubbed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.
"Santana, I am not coming out tonight! I refuse."
"Whatever butt boy! But go to your desk into your office, there is a number there. It's a number for a phone sex company. At least touch yourself at night God!" With that, Santana hung up the phone. Kurt grunted placing his phone on the table walking to his kitchen, digging through his newly organized cabinet. He sighed taking out a couple of pans to cook diner.
Kurt was alone. He has been alone since he moved to New York; but he sees it as, getting through college and going for his dream on Broadway is important and he will be his Prince Charming during one of his shows or an after party; maybe a fan even. But his policy was to get work done now and play later.
Kurt sat alone at his dinner table getting a small salad and a grilled chicken cutlet. He played with his food, the silence getting to him. He tapped his leather Michael Kors boots on his freshly cleaned wooden floor. He looked around his living area; there was something always missing, people.
After cleaning the plates, he headed towards his computer room to get some work done for school. The end of the semester was coming fast and he had many papers due. Turning his computer on, he saw the sticky note written in black sharpie ink, a ten-digit phone number. He sighed opening his browser, typing, , heading towards Blackboard to see if any homework was posted.
Typing slowly, he glanced down at the yellow note; it teased him that he was just a phone call away from interacting with another human. He shook his head, trying to concentrate. Maybe if I just call, see what its like I will get some work done after? He agreed with his idea, taking the note with him as he went to get his cell phone.
Hello, thank you for calling Lonely Night Sex Calls, how may I pleasure you?
The lady said with a smile
Um, yes, um can you connect me with a gay man?
Chris stuttered.
The lady giggled
Of course sweetie, he will answer in a couple minutes, hold on tight, literally.
Chris laughed when he heard the soft music of Barry White singing.
Thank you for choosing me to send you to the stars tonight, my name is Blaine, what can I do for you tonight honey?
His smooth voice said over the phone. Kurt's breathe hitched in his throat, causing him to choke out his words.
Um, yes, I uh- I have never done this before.
Kurt blushed
Okay love, well, lets start off with your name.
Blaine voice was so calming.
I'm- Uh Kurt.
Kurt said breathless.
Okay Kurt, cute name, how old are you?
Blaine giggled.
Um, I am twenty.
Kurt sighed as he closed his door to his bedroom crawling on his bed.
Okay cool, I'm twenty also. So just relax, lay back slip off your pants and palm yourself for me sweetie, okay nice and slow.
Blaine said slowly.
O-okay.
He pushed down his pajama pants and boxers to his ankles. Kurt's soft dick lay against his stomach.
You have your pants off?
Blaine said breathless, pumping himself to Kurt's scared voice. Thank God he was in a locked office.
Yea, Blaine I do.
Kurt settled back against the pillows, closing his eyes.
Okay good, now I want you to touch yourself, pretend it's me love, I want to make you feel good.
Blaine smiled closing his eyes, trying to picture an innocent looking teenager, scared, laying down on a large bed; all alone.
Um, okay.
Kurt placed his hand over him, his warm hand sending him to be less tense.
Good, now how does it feel? Do you feel me baby?"
Blaine said breathlessly. He bit his lip running his rough hand over his dick, throwing his head back.
Yea, um. I-
Kurt sighed opening his eyes, nothing.
What? What's wrong Kurt?"
Blaine asked concerned.
Um, I can't do this. My stupid friend gave me this number because I am an unsocial asshole who is only concerned for my future, so I take people out of my life. I haven't had a proper date since goddamn high school. God I'm so pathetic! I'll give you my credit card information and you can charge me whatever the amount is. I'm sorry I wasted your time.
Kurt picked up his pajamas putting them on jumping off his bed running to the front of his apartment to grab his wallet.
No, no Kurt your not pathetic, you're looking for a way to escape. It's not good that you hide yourself form the world. Human's need contact, May it be a convocation or sex or just cuddling on the couch watching your favorite Disney movie or musical.
Blaine's personal mind spoke, instead of his character for the company,
You-you like musicals? And Disney?
Kurt stopped in the middle of his hallway.
Yea, of course I do. I am a person with feelings; I just do this so I can make some extra money since being a musician isn't cutting it right now. I know I shouldn't be acting personal questions, but I can careless at this point, what is your dream?
Blaine laughed.
Oh, um I want to be on Broadway.
Kurt whispered.
Silly huh?
Kurt sadly said.
No, no never. That sounds amazing.
Blaine was surprised.
So you're into music too, I'm guessing?
Blaine stood watching over to the door checking to see if it was really locked. He smiled as he tugged the door, seeing as no one can open it.
Yea, I am very much so.
Kurt smiled.
That's great. Where are you from if I may ask? You don't have to tell me.
Blaine sat back down running his hand over his curls.
I'm originally from Ohio, but I am living in New York City to go to school.
Kurt smiled sitting on his couch.
Kinda the same as me, I'm just not going to college. Where in Ohio?
Blaine was surprised.
Um, Lima. You?
Westerville, I went to Dalton.
I went to a crap school called McKinley.
Well, it seems we have a lot in common Kurt.
Yea we do.
Kurt blushed.
Kurt, grab a pad and paper for me. I want to give you my cell number.
Blaine smiled
Okay, Umm go ahead.
Kurt leaned over to the coffee table grabbing his notebook and pen, writing down what Blaine says.
Okay well, text me. Maybe we can meet up. Or I can see you perform.
Blaine blushed.
That sounds nice Blaine, thank you for dealing with me.
Kurt sighed sadly.
I will hopefully talk to you soon and anytime love.
Blaine giggled as he hung up the phone.
Kurt leaned against the couch in shock that he met an amazing person from a phone sex company. He smiled looking at the number on the table, smiling. Maybe having a love interest couldn't hurt.