Chapter 3 :D, ALREADY! I want to thank my amazing collab partner KlainebowKlisses :D
Warning near the bottom, a small mention of rape.
Blaine pulled his jacket closer to him, shivering against the cool air. He was walking the short distance from his car to Breadstix and he was already freezing. He reached the door and pulled it open, basking in the heat that was radiating from inside. He shut the door quickly behind him and smiled at the waitress.
"Can I have a table for two, please?" he asked politely, rubbing his cold hands together. The woman smiled at him and started to lead him to a table. He sat down, thanking her profusely and informing her that he would have to wait until his friend got here until he ordered drinks.
He awkwardly pulled his jacket off, banging his elbows against the wooden back of the booth. He eventually got it off and placed it down beside him. He sat for a minute, just taking in the mass of diners around him; some sharing a romantic meal with their other half; some having a nice family dinner; and some just having a lonely dinner by themselves. That must be what it looked like he was doing, he supposed.
He checked his watch: 6.10. Where was Kurt? he thought. There was a seed of doubt in his brain that Kurt wouldn't even show but no, that was silly. Kurt had given him no indication that he wasn't going to turn up - he just needed to trust him.
6.20 came and went and Blaine was thoroughly worried. He fiddled his thumbs together, not sure what to do with himself. He felt really awkward and he could feel the waitress continuously staring a him.
It was at 6.25 when the same waitress came over to him again, a confused look on her face.
"Are you ready to order?" she said, but Blaine could tell that she was doubting him. She thought Kurt wasn't coming and frankly, he had given up hope too.
"Uh, no, it's okay, my friend-" He stopped abruptly as a lone figure bustled through the door, muttering apologies to the man he bumped into. Blaine shouted over to him and he rushed towards him.
"I am so sorry, I got caught up in things and-" Blaine cut him off.
"Kurt, It's okay!" He laughed, all annoyance draining from him at the apologetic look on Kurt's face.
"Its not. I'm sorry, but I don't have an excuse to give you." He said as he took his seat in front of Blaine.
Blaine's first thought was that he had had another client, but he shook it off because for some reason he didn't understand, that thought had hurt him.
"Its okay Kurt, really. " He said, handing him a menu. Kurt gave him a gracious smile and started to peruse it, Blaine following suit. They eventually decided on their orders after much discussion about what looked nice.
The waitress came back a couple of moments later, a forced smile set upon her face. "What would you two like?" She asked, her tone bored.
"I'll have the ravioli, and a salad." Kurt smiled.
"Same." Blaine said as he handed her the menus.
"And to drink?"
"Diet Coke." Kurt smiled.
"Pepsi." Blaine added.
The waitress nodded, "It will be a few minutes." She walked away, sighing heavily.
"So," Blaine said, turning back to Kurt, "Tell me about yourself."
Kurt looked rather taken aback at this; clearly he was not used to being asked about his past.
"What do you want to know?" he said, his tone wary. Of course he shouldn't be wary of Blaine, he seemed like a nice enough guy.
Blaine shrugged in response. "Anything and everything." Kurt chuckled at the look of bright curiosity in his eyes and finally relaxed back into his seat.
"I've lived here all my life, though not by choice. My dream was always to move to New York and be on Broadway, or a famous fashion designer." Blaine chuckled.
"You dream big, huh?" Kurt nodded.
"What's the point in going through life with no high goals for yourself?" Blaine smiled, motioning for him to continue.
"I was in my school's - McKinley High's - Glee club and I was always the shining star in it, to anyone that wasn't oblivious. But Rachel Berry always managed to steal my spotlight in some way or another." He grimaced at the memory. "I was bullied a lot until my senior year. I planned to go to NYADA but...they didn't accept me." Blaine frowned; Kurt was visibly upset.
"Why not?" he asked softly. Kurt just smiled sadly at him.
"Not enough credits. But I guess that's life, I suppose. Nothing goes to plan." Blaine's frown deepened.
"Don't give up on your dreams." Kurt began to interrupt him, but he continued. "No, Kurt. I can see how much you want it. Yes, it's too late to go to NYADA obviously, but there are other ways to make it." Kurt sighed deeply, staring off into space, a look of longing in his eyes.
"It's not that easy, Blaine. I'm a prostitute now and I can't escape that. I don't earn enough money to move from here and there's just...there's no point anymore."
"No, Kurt, don't say that." Kurt stayed silent, a far off look in his eyes. Blaine just stared at him inquisitively, wondering what he was thinking about.
"What about you? What's Blaine Anderson's story?" Blaine chuckled.
"There's not much to it, I'm afraid. I transferred to the private school around here - Dalton - after being bullied for years. I was happy there, I had good friends. I graduated with good grades all round and immediately started working for my dad. Since then, more and more responsibility has gone to me."
"Are you happy?" Blaine laughed, shocked at the question.
"Of course I am." he answered, but Kurt continued to stare at him disbelievingly. Blaine frowned and really thought about the question. Was he really happy?
"I...I don't know, honestly."
"What were your dreams in high school?" He laughed again at the memory of his former dream - it seemed so stupid to him now.
" I, um... I wanted to be a singer. Performing for thousands - that was my dream." Kurt smiled, cocking his head to the side.
"And why aren't you?"
"Because It's not exactly the easiest thing to be and I was expected to take over from my dad. It's just the way it has to be." Kurt frowned, seeming to think about this.
"Why did you come to me?" Blaine smiled sadly.
"Why did I go to a prostitute, you mean?" Kurt nodded.
"I guess...I've only ever had two relationships and they both ended in disaster...and I thought, why not? I've been stressed with work recently and I just wanted to have some fun." Kurt nodded again in understanding.
"That's why most people come." They lapsed off into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They snapped out of it when the waitress came back with their food and drinks, setting the steaming plates down in front of them and the glasses beside the plates.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, but tell me about those two relationships?" Kurt asked as the waitress arrived with their food.
Blaine looked up. He hadn't spoken of those relationships to anyone, and he didn't know if he should or not, but he trusted Kurt. This trust also scared him.
"I.. They... Both of them cheated on me. One worse than the other, but it was still hard." Blaine said, looking off to the side.
"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered, "You don't have to tell me."
Blaine whipped his head back up to look at Kurt, "What about you? Have you ever had a relationship, you know before you..." He trailed off as Kurt nodded his head.
"One, but that was a long time ago. His name was Mark and it was right before I … came into this job." Kurt looked away; remembering what Mark had done to him was not easy.
"Did he do something?" Blaine asked, watching Kurt carefully.
He nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "I loved him, or I thought I did. This was back before I had ever had sex or had ever even thought about sex that much. I mean I was a teenage boy, I was only 16." He looked up as a few tears fell. "He raped me Blaine."
Blaine gasped audibly. "Oh, Kurt!" He said putting one of his hands on the other boys. "I am so sorry."
"It was a long time ago, but it still haunts me, I feel like one day if I'm not careful with this prostituting that it will happen again." Kurt closed his eyes, looking down. "I'm sorry I ruined our dinner." Blane frowned and gave Kurt's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"You didn't, Kurt." An emotion that Blaine couldn't quite register flickered in Kurt's eyes and they started to eat their dinner. In between mouth fulls, they chatted to each other about their lives, their hobbies, their interests. By the end of the meal Blaine was satisfyingly full and knew a lot more about Kurt than what he did when he entered the restaurant. They both thanked the waitress profusely as they began to get up and put their coats on, but she still looked as bored as she was when they first walked in. Blaine walked out the restaurant laughing, something he seemed to have done a lot in the past hour - Kurt was naturally funny with his sharp and witty comments and Blaine had found that he had had a brilliant time. They stopped awkwardly outside the door, neither real knowing how to say goodbye. Kurt managed to speak first, his voice slightly amused.
"I guess I'll see you later, Blaine." Blaine nodded, smiling widely.
"You will." Kurt laughed and Blaine joined in, the sound echoing through the nights air. Kurt gave him a small wave and started walking off, not seeming to be headed to any particular car, or any car for that matter. Blaine frowned, confused.
"Kurt!" he shouted and the retreating figure turned back around.
"Are you seriously walking back?" Kurt gave him a confused look.
"Yes...it's how I got here." Blaine walked towards him, stopping a few feet way.
"Nuh uh, I'm not letting you walk home in the dark, it's not safe." Kurt laughed at Blaine's innocence.
"Blaine, I walk everywhere, why would I- hey! What are you doing! Blaine!" Blaine had grabbed his arm and was currently pulling him towards his car, much to his annoyance. Even though Kurt struggled, Blaine managed to get him outside the car, opening the door and pointing in.
"Just get in, Kurt." He said, though his tone was not angry. Kurt grumbled, glaring at the curly haired man but getting in anyway. Blaine slammed the door behind him and walked round the front of the car, getting in the drivers seat. He immediately started to move out of the parking lot after putting his seat belt on, all the while trying to block out Kurt's incessant grumbles. The journey passed in silence, aside from Kurt's angry muttering and directions to his house. It wasn't a long drive - 5 minutes later Blaine was pulling up in front of a rather run-down looking apartment block.
"Thank you, Blaine." Kurt said sarcastically, fighting to release himself from his seat belt. Blaine laughed, placing his hand over Kurt's to still it.
"Here, let me help you." Kurt watched him, eyes narrowed as Blaine softly released the belt with no problem. Blaine's eyes flickered back up to Kurt's as the strap shot back into place and he found Kurt was staring at him. Not his eyes, however: his lips. Blaine tried to keep is thoughts straight as he did the one thing he thought he would never get to do again without paying. He laid a hand on Kurt's cheek and softly pressed their lips together, hesitant because he thought Kurt was going to pull away. When he didn't though, Blaine kissed with more passion, hands fisting in Kurt's hair and Kurt's grabbing at his waist to pull him closer.
I'll get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight. Kurt's phone rang making them both jump back.
He looked at the caller ID rolling his eyes before looking back up at Blaine, "I have to go."
Blaine was about to reply when his phone rang too, picking it up he seen it was his dad. "Me too, I hope I see you again Kurt."
Kurt smiled as he got out of the car, "You will." He saw Kurt answer his phone and turned picking up his own.
He answered it as he drove off, arguing with his father.