Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
I'm starting this at three in the morning. I was going to go to bed and then the tralier for the new movie Devil Inside came on and now I cannot sleep. So... this really sucks.
Thank you for the reviews I recieved, they were greatly appreciated.
New Warnings for this chapter (Oh yeah): Mentions of prostitution and cross-dressing.
"Brittany I think that's enough lipstick, they're going to let us in on me alone." Kurt chuckled from the backseat. Not that he had much room to talk, he was fixing his hair for the umptenth time that night.
Brittany was looking in the rear view mirror, applying a religious amount of red lipstick. She finally set down the tube of red lipstick. Brittany smacked her lips together and wiped the miniscule smudge from her front lip. "That's because you've been here before, if we were going to Mark's place-"
"Mark?" Santana raised an eyebrow. Her equally red lips twitched in disgust. Kurt smirked at the slight aura of jealousy coming from Santana.
"You know old Mark with the receding hairline and the cheap as fuck spray tan?" She explained to Santana. The Latino girl paused for a second and then nodded. "Anyways, if we were going there, we'd get in in a second."
Santana peeked her head out of the window. The insanly bright neon pink sign made her eyes burn. There was a large group of people oustide the club. She slid back into her seat. "The club is called Juicy, can you say gay? And look at the line, there's no way we're getting in."
"Trust me, I'll get us in." Kurt winked. He opened the back door and stood outside the car. He pulled, tightening his belt around his jeans. He needed to look as sexy as possible. Not like being sexy was hard for Kurt, he screamed sex. He also wasn't worried about not being able to get into the club, but some doormen are more demanding than others.
Santana and Brittany quickly joined Kurt. "Okay, so I decided to wear heels so let's not walk too fast now." Brittany whined.
Kurt paid no heed to Brittany's complaints. He strutted his way up to the club. He could hear the quick clacking of heels behind him; Brittany was whining complaints and Santana was cussing in spanish.
He adruptly stopped at the back of the line. Santana almost ran into him and Brittany did run into Santana. "Okay let's see who is guarding that velvet rope, shall we?" Kurt smirked.
He stood up on his tip toes trying to look over the heads of men and women alike. He finally spotted the bouncer. He was dressed in his all black uniform as always. "Karofsky." Kurt whispered. He turned to Santana and Brittany. "This will be easier than I thought."
Kurt started pushing past the people, making his way through the line. leaving Brittany and Santana in utter shock. Kurt ignored the shouts of protests coming from the people he was cutting. He looked behind him and motioned for Brittany and Santana to walk faster. The two girls were slowly trying to ease past people. Kurt finally pushed past an older woman. She was pouting at Karofsky, twirling her poorly colored hair and pulling down her tube top that showed way too much cleavelage for a woman her age. Dave didn't notice Kurt because he was to busy bickering with the racy woman.
"For the last time, you're not getting in." Dave Karofsky sighed.
"Oh come on, playing hard to get?" The woman licked her lips.
Kurt rolled his eyes and gently grabbed onto Dave's arm. "Rough day, eh Davey?"
Dave turned his head quickly, obviously expecting another cougar. He gently smirked when he saw Kurt. "Hello dollface, I knew you'd be back soon, the boys in there won't shut up about you."
"I can't stay away for long. " Kurt whispered. He gently wrapped his arms around Dave's neck. "Why don't you do me a big favor and let me and my two friends in."
The older woman behind Kurt snorted in disgust. Dave smiled down at Kurt but shook his head. "C'mon you know I can't do that, it's against the rules." Dave added.
"Since when do you care about rules?" Kurt snorted. He looked behind his back and pointed to the two girls pushing their way through the crowd of people. "See those two girls, those are my friends. They're models, like me. We would really appreciate it if you would just let us in."
"Babe I-"
Kurt put his arms around Dave's neck again and drew his lips to Dave's ear. "I'll pay you back, any way you want. Any. way." Kurt said slowly. He gently nibbled on Dave's earlobe.
He heard Dave draw a deep breath as Kurt nibbled down his neck. "Okay, okay fine." Dave said finally.
Kurt pulled away and clapped his hands; he quickly kissed Dave's cheek. "Thank you!" Kurt turned around and motioned Brittany and Santana to hurry foward.
Kurt winked at Dave as the bouncer unclipped the velvet rope and let the three models past. He ignored the sounds of protest from the others. Before entering Kurt grabbed ahold of Brittany's hand and looked back at Dave. "Oh and you might want to relieve yourself later. Your little Davey is gonna rip through your pants."
Dave blushed scarlet and subtly crossed his legs. Kurt and the two girls let out a giggle as they entered the loud club. They didn't notice the old cougar rapping her arms around Dave in an attempt to get in.
"You're such a whore!" Santana yelled over the loud music. She gave Kurt a playful smile. "I have to say, Porcelain, I'm impressed I didn't know you had it in you."
Brittany looked around at the couples grinding on each other. "I really wanna dance, there are straight people here too, right?
"Yes, Brit, this isn't just a gay bar." Kurt chuckled.
"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go get our drinkin' on!" Santana cheered.
The threesome made their way to the crowded bar. Once again they were pushing through various people. The three found seats at the island and waited for the bartender to take their order.
"Porcelain!" A voice called.
Kurt, Brittany and Santana turned to see a man coming towards them. The man was strong built with shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, and a shining smile. He quickly embraced Kurt in a hug. "Kurt, great to see you!"
"Hello, er... Brennan?" Kurt said sounding unsure of himself. He pulled away and saw the man was still smiling; his name must of been Brennan.
"Here with friends I see, how about I buy your drinks." Brennan smiled.
"Brennan you know you don't have to do that." Kurt smiled gently. He looked up at Brennan under his thick lashes. Santana rolled her eyes, of course Kurt was pulling this card.
"I-I insist." Brennan gulped. He quickly composed himself and turned to the island. "Hey bartender!"
The bartender, a youg Latino man came towards them. He saw Kurt and smiled. "Well if isn't Juicys star, Kurt Hummel. Our little dancer. I'm guessing you want the usual."
"Yes, and get the two ladies the same, but on me." Brenna spoke up.
The bartender nodded and went to work. Santana turned to Kurt, an eyebrow raised. "You're famous here, porcelain?"
Kurt shrugged and looked at his feet. "Maybe a little bit."
"A little bit? He attracts a crowd every time he comes here, just by his dance moves. On karaoke night he gets a standing ovation. And don't even get me started on cross-dressing night!"
"Cross-dressing night?" Brittany giggled.
"Let's not talk about that." Kurt blushed.
Kurt almost sighed a breath of relief when the bartender arrived with their drink. It strongly smelled of tequila and Kurt loved it. He almost downed it with one sip. Santana took sips of her drink and Brittany threw hers away, since she was the designated driver.
Five drinks later and Kurt had some how ended up dancing. Everything was a blur and bodies seem to blend in together. He had no idea where Brittany and Santana were but he was vaguely aware of a body against his. Something grinding against his bottom. He felt a hot breath against his neck, hands were roughly groping his body. "How about we take this to my place?" A voice whispered.
Kurt quickly turned around and looked into bright green eyes. He couldn't see the persons face very clear and the music was pounding his brain. He gently smiled. "I-I should go." He slurred.
"Come on, your friends left you." The man whispered. His rough hands moved to cup Kurt's ass. "I'll pay you, and I'll even give you a ride in the morning." The man growled.
Kurt felt himself sway on his feet. He gently smiled. "O-Okay."
This was the way most nights at the bar ended. Kurt was out on some unknown man's bed, leg's hoisted in the air and a man pounding into him. Kurt's hands groped the sheets as his body was shifted backwards with each thrust. Through his hazy vision he was aware of the man laying on top of him, sloppy wet kisses all over his body. Finger nails were digging into Kurt's hips. Kurt let out a deep moan in response to the man's brutal and almost painful thrusting.
The pain was the best part though, he loved this. No, actually he yearned for it. He loved when people used his body for sex. Sylvester's insults about his weight vanished and all he could feel was the pleasure of sex. He could the unknown man's moaning with each thrust.
So Kurt went along with the man's enthusiasm. He moaned each time the man would thrust back inside of him. He growled like an animal and screamed when necessary.
He could hear the compliments about his body but he knew with each murmur he heard the man was giving out a lot. Kurt wasn't aware of an erection, or being given a handjob. But he soon came with a high pitched wail. He clenched and unclenched his fingers and curled his toes. He clamped down hard on the man's dick.
That drove the stranger out of control. He soon followed Kurt and came in the condom. He fell ontop of Kurt, who was equally breathless and sweaty. The man grabbed ahold of Kurt's shoulders and kissed his neck gently. Sucking particuarly hard on one spot, making Kurt moan in pleasure again.
The man laid on him for awhile, kissing him all over. Finally he pulled out of Kurt, causing the boy to gasp. He pulled off the condom and threw it on the ground. He fell next to Kurt on the bed his hand gently stroking Kurt's hair. He whispering things to the boy, but they were all just murmurs to Kurt.
He did catch one thing though. "I've never had sex with a whore before." The man chuckled. He soon fell asleep next to Kurt, snoring rather loudly.
The words hit Kurt though, even in his druken state. Is that what he was now, a whore? Nothing but a prostitute? This thought haunted Kurt until he eventually fell asleep next to the strange man.
Blaine moaned and pressed snooze on the annoying alarm. He groaned and sat up in his new bed, running his fingers through his curly hair. Blaine slid out of bed and walked into the kitchen. "Rachel!" He called.
No answer.
Blaine looked around the aparment some more and found it was completly empty. He flopped on the couch and rubbed his eyes. Why did Rachel have to put an alarm in his room?
He looked to his left and saw a note.
Blaine, went to early rehersal. Left you a 20 in my room, feel free to go out to eat. Or just explore New York :)
Love, Rach.
Blaine frowned slightly. He would hate to get hopelessly lost in this big city. He would have to call Rachel in middle of her rehersal and she would be very unhappy about that.
"Could use some coffee though." He whispered to himself.
He crumpled the note up, walking in the kitchen. He threw the note away and then went to get dressed. He didn't bring much clothes just incase he decided he liked Ohio better. He dressed himself in what he had, hoping it was city standard.
He went out the door, but not before grabbing his sketchbook. Inspiration hit him at random moments.
The first thing Kurt became aware of was the constant snoring noise next to him. The second thing was the pounding headache he had.
Kurt turned around and looked into the sleeping face of the stranger he had sex with. Now he could see him perfectly; the man's blonde hair was everywhere and he had a full beard. He was pretty bulky and very unattractived when he slept. His mouth was open and drool was rolling down his chin.
Kurt pulled the blankets off of him and eased himself out of bed. Immediatly the pain from last night's activites caught up with him. He slowly limped to the clothes piled in the corner.
Kurt felt dirty. He always did after he had sex with random men.
He slowly put on his pants and underwear on. Kurt went to grab his shirt when he caught his reflection. He didn't even know the stranger had a mirror but he was disgusted with what he saw. He didn't know he was that fat!
"You gained three pounds porcelain." Sue's voice rang in his mind.
Fat, that's all he saw. He was extremly huge.
Fat hips.
Fat thighs.
Fat.
Fat.
Fat.
Kurt gulped and quickly put on his shirt. Before leaving he went through the man's wallet that was laying on his nightstand. He pulled two twenties out and looked at the man one last time before leaving.
He knew where he wanted to go; the nearest coffee shop. Coffee always helped him get over his terrible hangover.
Blaine took a sip of his hot coffee. Yeah, he had gotten terribly lost. The kind man who owned the hotdog stand had given him directions to the nearest coffee shop.
It was pretty crowded. Surely more crowded than the coffee shop in Lima, The Lima Bean. Blaine had his sketchbook out and pencil in his right hand. He looked around the coffee shop; even though the coffee shop was full of people, there was no inspiration. There was the cute old couple holding hands and the young woman with her face in a book, but nothing Blaine wanted to draw.
He sighed and set his pencil down. Maybe he wasn't in the mood to draw anything. He turned his head when he heard the chair to table adjacent to his squeak. He could have fell out of his chair.
He had laid eyes on the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Blaine actually froze; the man's hair was brown and messy, his skin was soft and it looked those porcelain dolls his mom collected. Blaine was quick to notce the soft features. The thing Blaine noticed most though, were his eyes. There was so many colours in them, Blaine couldn't even begin to count them all. But they looked tired, exhausted actually. The dark rings and bags under his eyes stood out. He looked so sad.
Something about him made Blaine want to draw him. If only he could stop staring.
The gorgeous man looked up from his coffee, meeting Blaine's eyes. Blaine quickly looked away. Now he probably looked like a stalker! He felt a sense of dread when the man left his seat to go to the back of the coffee shop.
Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Blaine had his coffee finished but he didn't get up in leave yet. Part of him wanted to wait for the man to come back, and part of him didn't want to get lost in New York again.
So he rummaged some money out of his pocket and went to the front to buy another coffee. He turned to sat back in his seat when he ran into someone. His coffee spilled on the other person and they both fell on the ground.
"I'm sorry-" He stoped mid-sentence. He met the ever so colourful eyes once again. He had ran into the gorgeous man he had been staring at. "I'm really sorry."
"It's fine." The man whispered. He pushed himself up off the floor and looked down at Blaine. "It was my fault anyways, I-I should have watched where I was going."
Blaine quickly got up and grabbed his coffee cup of the ground. "If you have time I could buy you a coffee."
The man bit his lip. He looked down at his watch and shook his head. "I have to go, sorry."
Blaine watched as the man walked out of coffee shop. He looked down and saw two things left behind: A pill bottle and a wallet. Blaine grabbed the two objects and looked up to stop the man before he left. It was to late though; he was already gone.
"Must've been in a hurry." Blaine whispered to himself. He looked at the two objects that were left behind when the man ran into him. He held the pill bottle up and read the fine print. "Kurt Hummel." He mumbled to himself.
He would remember the name.
Oh goodness. That was terribly rushed and I apologize for that. I wanted to get this done so I could write some super fluffy drabbles ;)
Also my me an my brother were messing around and I was sticking my face in a plastic jar and he would go to hit it and I would pull of face out before he did. Well, I didn't move my head in time and it powned me in the face. Now my lip is split and my nose is possibly broken. Happy freakin' holidays to me.
I still apologize for the terrible writing in this. Like I said I was in a hurry. The next chapter will be better.
All mistakes are mine : D
Please review and then we shall dance!