Hey guys. Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, but I've been busy and so has my beta. The chapters might start coming out farther apart, but don't worry, I haven't abandoned you! Hope you enjoy the next chapter(:

Once he was downstairs again, he looked around. He saw the waitress flirting with some guy and people were getting angry for her not paying attention to him.

This girl didn't look very bright either. She had pink hair, whether it was a wig or not, he didn't know, and seemed to have all her brains in her boobs. She had an attitude too.

Well, he knew how to wait tables, and he needed job. So he picked up a tray, and started serving.

He picked up empty cups and took orders.

He went back up to the bar and set his tray down. Blaine turned from what he was doing and quirked an eyebrow.

He decided it was time to beg. "Please let me have this job. I promise if I'm not better than ditz over there, you don't even have to pay me."

Blaine just kind of sighed heavily and looked at Kurt for a minute. He couldn't say no to this man. He had a sort of puppy look on his face. Blaine spoke. "I guess..."

Kurt squealed and started working again.

After one night of serving drinks, he had the whole thing almost down pat. He was given a uniform as well. He was serving and out of the corner of his eye he saw Holly and Will watching him. They were talking to Blaine at the same time.

'Oh god I got him in trouble, didn't I,' Kurt thought. Then Holly was calling him over.

"This is cute, but come on. You have a nice body, start flaunting it." She unbuttoned his vest a little and adjusted it. "And don't ever go behind my back again."

He nodded and went back to work again.

The girl he remembered as Santana was performing tonight. She was being dropped from the ceiling in front of a backdrop of shimmery diamond strands. She was singing 'Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend'. He remembered it from a small snippet of Moulin Rouge.

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
A kiss may be grand... but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat
Or help you at the automat
Men grow cold as girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the end
But square cut or pear shape these rocks don't lose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friend

He had part of the dance memorized too. He did a part of the routine before he was drawn back to reality and remembered he had work to do.

... Tiffany's!
... Cartier!
Black star Frost Gorham
Talk to me Harry Winston tell me all about it!

"Excuse me? Bottle of Vino for the table? Also, let Rachel know I'm here."

"And who are you again?"

"Finn Hudson. And you are?"

"Kurt." And he walked away again.

He was always busy with this job. His last waiting job wasn't as fast paced as this. He was constantly distracted by the performers on stage. But he got the job done.

Blaine and his other employees behind the bar were fast at making drinks which kept the job up paced.

There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
There may come a time when a hard boiled employer thinks you're awful nice
But get that ice or else no dice
He's your guy when stocks are high but beware when they start to descend
It's then that those louses go back to their spouses
Diamonds are a girl's best friend

He saw Rachel pop up on the stage. But wasn't this Santana's performance? Maybe it wasn't supposed to be, but Rachel was late. Again.

I've heard of affairs that are strictly platonic
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
And I think affairs that you must keep liaisonic are better bets
If little pets get big baguettes,
Time rolls on and youth is gone and you can't straighten up when you bend
But stiff back or stiff knees you stand straight at... Tiffany's...

He imagined what it would be like if he was up on stage singing instead of Rachel or Santana. He would have everyone's eyes on him. The only guy dancing at Burlesque. He would be in a tasteful costume and all the girls would be his best friends.

Diamonds, diamonds
I don't mean rhinestones, but diamonds
Are a girls best
Best friend

But no. He worked down here with Blaine. Blaine. He would especially watch Kurt. Kurt imagined that he'd be so enraptured by him that he wouldn't be able to resist Kurt.

He dragged into reality with Blaine tapping on his shoulder to get his attention.

"Kuuurttt, what do you need?"

"Bottle of Vino-"

"And keep it coming." Blaine was looking at the credit card Kurt dropped down on the bar.

"I'm guessing he's a regular here?"

"Finn Hudson. Yeah. He is."

Kurt looked over at the stage again. Rachel and Santana were finished with the sing and being applauded for. They started running off, but Rachel pushed Santana back and ran to get more applause from the crowd.

Rachel seemed like the kind of person to steal the spotlight.

Kurt turned to Blaine. "I wanna be up there.", he said desperately.

"But the question is, can you do it?"

He nodded and looked at the stage again with hope. He really wanted this. He needed it.

Over the weeks, he worked and worked. He even went to the library and checked out books on Burlesque dancing. Most of them were full of beautiful women in skimpy clothing. But there were a few guys in some of them.

He kept serving drinks at the club, watching performances, and wishing he was up there. Why woudn't Holly let him dance? By now, he knew every move, every song, he had it down pat. Now he needed to convince her.

He kept flirting with Blaine too. They would banter back and forth and just talk sometimes about how he wanted to perform. He sometimes caught Blaine staring after he would walk away from the bar to give someone their drink or take their order.

Tonight Rachel was performing again. She was making attempts at being sexy and it might have looked good to other people, but Kurt was embarrassed for her.

He got an order for Holly, but she was no where to be found. He thought she might be up in her office, but he would wait a while longer before going up there.

He eventually did and when he got to the door he heard Holly yelling at someone. "No means no! I don't care, how much you're offering, Finn, my club is not for sale!"

That stung. He didn't know the club was going into foreclosure. But he couldn't just pop in her office now. He would wait and go downstairs.

Finn did eventually walk out and Rachel finally finished her horrifying performance. By then, Kurt had a tray of drinks for all the girls and walked back upstairs again.

"Drinks ladies!" He was bombarded by girls grabbing their orders off the tray. Holly walked up to him. He only had two drinks left on the tray.

"Which one of those is Rachel's?"

"Uh, both of them."

Right then, Rachel went to grab the shots, but Holly intervened. "Nope, you're on.", she pointed towards the stage.

Rachel walked off and Kurt followed Holly.

"Excuse me, Holly? I had something I wanted to talk to you about."

He knew a way to get more popularity at the club. He just had to get Holly to agree to it. Then he heard Will yelling to whoever.

"Did anyone talk to Sam about the vocals for tomorrow night's songs?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to talk about. Vocals. Wouldn't it be so much better if we actually heard the girls sing?"

It made him nervous talking to Holly like this. She did hold his future in her hands.

Will spoke up then. "Sweetie, people come to watch the dancers dance, not hear them sing."

"But I don't know why we can't just try something new, I mean maybe it would get more people to come and–" Holly had put a hand over his mouth to keep him from talking.

"Because that is above your pay grade."

"But I still don't know why can't just try something new!"

Will grabbed her arm.

"Take him and remove him, please.", Holly said rubbing her temples. She was getting a headache from all these people around her.

Kurt just wanted to suggest something and he got removed from the room. He was mad and thought Holly was a lot like Rachel in a way. She always wanted it her way, and she got it like that.

Kurt huffed and walked out of Will's grasp and back downstairs.

He finished his shift and started walking home. It had been a long night and he wanted to go home.

He finally got back to the apartment and started walking down the hall when he saw his door standing open.

At that point, he was running to see what was wrong. He walked into his room slowly to see it torn to shreds. Someone had broken in.

So much stuff was gone. His photo frame of the picture of him and his mother had been knocked down and broken. The money had had hidden in the toilet was gone. He had nothing but the fifty-two dollars in his wallet. This was perfect.

"DAMN IT!" This could not have gotten any worse.

He remembered that he had a friend now. He had Blaine. He remembered Blaine's address, je could go there. Maybe Blaine would let him stay the night.

He packed up the belongings he had left and walked out.

He had been sitting on Blaine's doorstep for about seventeen minutes before Blaine pulled up on his motorcycle. He would save this image for later because Blaine looked really hot on a motorcycle.

He had been crying and just kind of looked at Blaine. He nodded in understanding and let Kurt in the house.

"I swear I'll only be here for one night, and then out of your hair. But thank you for letting me stay." Blaine didn't think he would be, but whatever made Kurt happy. He noticed he was starting to be a attracted to Kurt. He just looked beautiful all the time. He was sexy too. Especially in his uniform from the club.

"Okay, you can call anyone if you need to, there's food in the kitchen. But I really should be getting bed. You too."

So they pulled out the couch and made it up for Kurt. He really did appreciate Blaine doing this for ho,. So he voiced that out loud.

"Really, Blaine. I don't think I could ever thank you enough for this. It means a lot."

"It's no problem, Kurt. I like to have someone keep me company while my fiance is in New York on Broadway. It's always been his dream...anyways, goodnight."

Blaine left the room with a smile. Kurt had a small sad smile on his own face.

Blaine was gay. But he had a fiance. He was getting married. It broke Kurt's heart a little, but he had to get over it. Not every guy he met would be single.

But it would have been awesome if Blaine was.

He laid on his made up bed and finally realized just how tired he was. He could figure his next move tomorrow. For now he had a great friend letting him have a place to stay for the night.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.