Hi, everyone.

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update but college is crazy right now. Not to mention Glee is killing me. Blaine …seriously? I don't even know what to say.

Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this chapter I swear the next one will have a lot more content.

"All better?" Kurt asks as Dave climbs back into the car and sets it in gear.

Dave gives a small grunt in response.

"Well, that's good," Kurt says softly and then bites his lip to stop himself from babbling.

"I think we should talk about how this is going to work. I mean I thought it was clear but apparently it's not," Dave begins and continues when Kurt doesn't say anything, "We are not friends Kurt. I mean, I don't hate you and I hope you don't hate me but…we're not friends."

"You don't need to explain that to me, I think it's pretty obvious," Kurt says looking out the window.

"I want to help you because you want this guy back and I really do believe you deserve to be happy and I know I owe you big time but let's get one thing clear," Dave says tightening his grip on the steering wheel, "this isn't high school anymore. I'm not looking for anyone's approval and I'm no longer lusting over you or whatever. I just want that to be completely clear. Is it?"

Dave gives him a quick sideways glance and sees him nodding slowly.

"Good," Dave says, mostly to himself.

There's a moment of silence and then Kurt speaks again because really there is no force powerful enough to shut him up.

"So…about high school, why did you kiss me?" Kurt asks.

Dave gives a deep sigh and for a moment Kurt thinks he's not going to answer but he does, eventually.

"Because I wanted to," he replies simply before giving Kurt another quick glance as he changes lanes.

"What? Did you expect some kind of deep meaning behind it or something?" Dave asks suddenly amused by Kurt's silence.

"Well to be honest, yes," Kurt begins, "I did. I mean you tormented me for so long and then you kissed me. I figured you were this poor tortured soul who is miserable because he has to hide his true identity from the world and hurt the person he cares for the most but can only love in secret because he is afraid of the consequences that might result from the cruelty of the harsh world we live in…you know…something like that."

Dave stares straight ahead, his face completely expressionless, and says nothing as Kurt turns to look at him tentatively.

"I mean it made feel better to think of you that way even if I was really angry at you for bullying me," Kurt says quietly.

Dave swallows and then lets his lips turn into a bright smile before chuckling.

"I don't even know where to begin," Dave says.

"What do you mean?" Kurt frowns.

"You. I have never met anyone like you," Dave says laughing to himself.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Kurt says still frowning.

"It's not. You are completely insane. You live in this fantasy world. I wasn't some 'poor tortured soul Kurt, I was a dumbass. First of all, the only excuse I have for kissing you is raging hormones and a deep appreciation for the way your ass looked in skinny jeans. Second of all and I'm really sorry to say this but I wasn't in love with you. You were gay, you were cute and I was curious, not to mention an asshole."

Kurt feels himself getting angry, "You're lying."

Dave laughs, "I'm not lying Kurt, I'm sorry my whole world didn't revolve around you."

"You liked me! I know you did otherwise you wouldn't have kissed me the way you did," Kurt says indignantly.

"And how was that?"

"Like you couldn't help yourself no matter how hard you tried, like it didn't matter what anyone said or thought if you could only have that moment. You kissed me like you're whole life depended on those seconds."

Dave's smile fades once again and he clears his throat before bringing it back, "Wow, thought about that kiss a lot eh?"

"It was my first kiss. No one forgets their first kiss," Kurt says softly.

"I'm sorry about that Kurt. You deserved a first kiss packed with emotions and passion," Dave replies.

"Well wasn't it?" Kurt demands looking at him angrily.

"No."

"You're such a liar!"

"I am not, you want this to mean more than it did. You're trying to romanticize the whole thing," Dave retorts.

"Then why did you cry?" Kurt asks.

"What?" Dave huffs nervously.

"You cried Dave."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dave says staring at nothing but the road in front of him.

"Oh you bastard," Kurt says with incredulous amusement, "You do know what I'm talking about. You kissed me an then you stopped and looked at me and you leaned in again and I pushed you away and then you ran off crying."

"That's not how I remember it," Dave adds in calmly.

"What's more emotional than crying?" Kurt continues.

"I did not cry, Kurt. And I'm pretty sure I walked out, I didn't run," Dave says.

"Fine. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, denial has always been your specialty," Kurt says, "I just figured you would be done with that by now."

"Denial?"

"Yes denial, about your feelings, about your anger, about your sexuality…"

"You mean these imaginary feelings you made up in your head? And for your information I am not an angry person. And also, I am very sure about my sexuality. I know what I like and there's no doubt about it," Dave says with a grin.

"And what is that?" Kurt asks curiously.

"Nice try," Dave says with a chuckle.

"Why is this such a secret?"

"Why are you so interested?"

"I'm not," Kurt says rolling his eyes.

"Who's lying now?" Dave taunts.

Kurt turns towards the window suddenly annoyed with the whole thing.

"You know," Dave begins in a sexily husky voice, "for the right price, I could show you what I like."

Kurt turns his head slowly to look at Dave and tries to force a death glare, "You are disgusting."

"You wanted to talk about this," Dave says chuckling as they stop at a red light.

Kurt gives a loud groan, "Just tell me!"

"Why?"

"Because I can hardly seduce a gay man and I find it real hard to be sexy towards a straight man even if it is pretend!" Kurt practically screams.

Dave looks at the light. It's still red. He turns to Kurt and leans in to whisper in his ear, "You are never sexier then when you're not trying."

Dave returns his focus to the lights and begins driving leaving Kurt in a mess of nerves.

Kurt eyelids are extremely heavy as he tries to open them. His forehead is pressed against the cold glass of the window. He finally manages to sit up. He lets out a yawn and stretches his arms before turning to look at Dave who is…not there.

"What the…?" Kurt utters and begins to look around frantically. The car's parked in a lonely 7 Eleven lot. There's one light bulb blinking outside the entrance door. The whole thing is beginning to feel very horror movie-ish when Dave finally walks out of the old and creepy looking convenience store with a couple coffees in his hands.

"Hey," Dave says as he climbs in, "So I have good news and bad news. Which one first? I mean, actually there's like three bad news."

"Bad news…" Kurt replies unsurely.

"Ok so, we've been driving about three hours in the wrong direction and the car won't start," Dave says stopping to take a sip of his coffee, "Oh yeah, the third one…I'm really tired, like so tired. I can't even see straight I'm so tired…"

"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE TIRED? THAT'S TERRIBLE!" Kurt yells sarcastically.

"Yes I know, I mean it wouldn't kill you to drive a little…"

"THREE HOURS? WHAT THE HELL?"

"I'm sorry but I've never been to this place I have no idea how to get there…"

"Then why didn't you ask for directions?" Kurt hisses angrily.

Dave turns to look at Kurt slowly, "Because I am a man, Kurt. I don't need directions."

Kurt raises his eyebrow at him, "Are you serious? What are we going to do Mr. Man? We're in the middle of God-knows-where and your stupid car won't start…Oh God…I knew this was a bad idea…I should have gone with Mercedes, everything is turning into a complete disaster. Oh my god…I can't breathe…"

Dave raises an eyebrow as he watches Kurt freak out, his hands and arms flapping around like crazy.

"…we don't even know where we are…everything here is so dirty and old and dirty and old and its gross and …this is just like that movie where that couple goes on a road trip and they get lost and end up in a crazy town all chopped up and turned into pies….oh my God…we're gonna dieeee… I don't wanna be a pie!"

Dave tries to think of the movie Kurt is talking about as he takes a sip of his coffee, What the hell has Kurt been watching? That movie sounds retarded. But what can I expect from Kurt? I mean really, he probably watches The Notebook or some shit like that…I mean sure I've seen it too but just once because I do like having testicles….

After a good five minutes Kurt finally calms down long enough to allow Dave to speak.

"You wanna hear the good news?" Dave asks calmly.

"Yes, I think I would," Kurt replies mimicking Dave's calm demeanor and taking a sip of his own coffee.

"I just saved a ton of money by switching to Geico."

Kurt turns to give Dave an annoyed and angry death glare and Dave lets out a chuckle.

"Just kidding, I didn't save any money at all. But seriously, there's an auto shop a few blocks down and we have about an hour before it closes so what do you say? I steer, you push?" he asks with a grin that fades when Kurt's face remains angry, "Alright, alright, I'll push."

He climbs out of the car and takes off his blazer as Kurt takes over the drivers seat.

45 Minutes later…

"Hey there, what can I do you for?" a man in greasy overalls asks them with a big smile.

"Well," Dave begins through pants as he wipes some of the sweat off his forehead, "we had a little car trouble. We just pushed it here all the way from the 7-Eleven and well we're kind of in a rush."

"I see," the man says.

"What the hell Karofsky?" Kurt pants as he walks up to them, "I'm dying over here and you're chatting it up with this guy."

Kurt's face is red from exertion and his brown hair clings to the sides of his face from the sweat as he tries to get his breathing back to normal.

"Well? Can he fix it?" Kurt asks Dave.

"I don't know," Dave replies watching him with bright eyes, he's never seen Kurt so…disheveled. He's usually so put together, every hair perfectly in place. Of course it's only natural that after pushing a car for forty five minutes one would look so…sexy. What the hell? Dave shakes the thought out of his head.

"Well, I can fix it," the man in overalls continues.

"Really?" Kurt asks with a bright smile, "That's great."

"But not today," he finishes.

"What?" Kurt lets out in a voice that could cut through glass.

"Well, you see, I'm not open right now," the guy shakes his head sadly, like this the most tragic thing in the world.

"What the hell do you mean you're not open right now?" Kurt continues feeling slightly guilty for raising his voice at the poor guy. He doesn't usually act like such a diva, or at least not anymore but right now he's starting to lose his mind.

"Well I was open earlier but now it's later and I'm not open anymore," the guy explains.

Kurt feels a growl building up in his throat as he makes a motion towards the guy.

"Wow Kurt!" Dave lets out as he grabs him and pushes him in the direction of the car, "Why don't you wait in the car and let me handle this?"

Kurt gives the man a glare before doing what he's told.

"I'm sorry about him. He drinks," Dave says.

"Oh I see, those alcoholics," the man shakes his head in pity, "I got a few friends in AA, good guys but very unpredictable."

"Tell me about it," Dave says glancing at Kurt before turning back to the man, "So is there really nothing you can do?"

"Well let me take a look," the man says walking over to the car and lifting the hood. After a couple minutes of inspection he relates the problem while Dave nods pretending to understand, "I can have it to you by tomorrow, but that's the best I can do."

Dave rubs the back of his neck, "I understand. Listen, is there a place we could stay around here?"

"There's a motel right over there," the man says pointing. Dave follows the direction of his finger and sure enough, there it is. Kurt is definitely going to kill him now.

Dave pants as he drops the suitcase on the floor of the motel room, "Seriously, how much can you possibly need for one night?"

"A lot," Kurt replies simply opening the suitcase and taking out a series of skin care and hair products.

Dave sits on the bed watching him as he slowly places everything on the creaky table. He gets up and walks over to the table to pick up one of the bottles.

"Age renewing moisturizer," Dave reads out loud before giving Kurt a curious look, "If I'm not mistaken you're 28, what the hell do you need this for?"

"I have wrinkles," Kurt replies softly without looking up at Dave. He continues to take stuff out of his bag.

Dave can't tear his eyes away from Kurt's petite frame, "What else is this stuff for?" he asks curiously as he takes a seat in the chair next to the table.

Kurt looks at him a little surprised and then smiles before explaining what everything is for enthusiastically, "Well this right here if for the baggies under my eyes and this one is for my pores, they're huge. This is a facial mask, it refreshes my skin…"

Dave watches him with fascination. Despite the years, Kurt is still the most beautiful man he's ever seen. He doesn't love Kurt and he doesn't want him like he used to but there is no denying how attractive he is. It's not a biased statement from the heart, it's simply a fact. How can he be so insecure?

"…and this makes it all smooth in the mornings because otherwise my skin gets all dry and…seriously you do not want to see what I look like in the mornings straight out of bed," Kurt jokes with a small laugh, "Blaine used to laugh at me because my hair gets all messy and crazy, not sexy at all he says. Anyways, so this I use on my lips because otherwise they get chapped…"

Dave watches and listens for a few more minutes and then he can help it anymore, "What the hell did that guy do to you?"

Kurt looks at him, his smile fading, "Excuse me?"

"This guy," Dave says softly, "I mean what did he say to you to make you think you need all this shit?"

Kurt looks hurt and a little taken aback by the question, "Nothing."

"Why do you want him back so badly?"

He continues going through his stuff without looking Dave in the eye. He doesn't know why he does it but before he can stop himself Dave grabs Kurt's wrist. They look at each other for a minute before Dave finally drops his hand, "I'm sorry, it's none of my business. I shouldn't have asked. Usually I'm more professional than this."

Dave clears his throat before speaking again, "Ok, well since you're settled I'll leave you to it."

He bends down to pick up his small bag as Kurt watches him.

"You're…not staying here?" Kurt asks tentatively.

Dave stops, "Oh uh…no, I got the adjoining room. I figured you might want some you know…privacy."

"Oh," Kurt says nodding, "Yeah, privacy. Ok." He's thoughtful, since when the hell is he thoughtful? Maybe he really has changed. This is so weird…thoughtful, hot, nice, hot…the hell? Snap out of it, he's a harlot for crying out loud! But then again who am I to judge his profession, besides he actually seems like a decent…

Dave stares at him for a moment and then lets his lips turn into somewhat of a grin, "You look a little disappointed there Hummel."

Kurt's brow furrows as he snaps out of his inner dilemma, "I am not."

"You didn't think I was gonna spend the night with you, did ya?" Dave teases walking slowly towards Kurt. He realizes just how good payback feels as he watches Kurt's cheeks get instantly pink.

"No!" Kurt yelps.

"I think you did," Dave taunts, "I think you want me to stay here with you, do you?"

Kurt looks up at him defiantly, "You wish I did."

Dave smiles down at him, "How about it? I could stay if you ask nicely."

Kurt looks at him trying hard to gain control of his nerves.

"No funny business though," Dave continues, still grinning, "I did tell you that if you wanted anything to happen between us you'd have to pay."

"Ugh," Kurt says giving Dave a shove, "Will you just leave already?"

Dave chuckles, "Alright."

As soon as he hears the door shut Kurt lets himself collapse on the creaky bed for a few minutes staring up at the ceiling. "Gross," he whispers as he sees the water stains surrounding the slow-spinning fan. There was no point in complaining of course besides Dave did what he could. Not to mention he was paying for everything, gas, motel, car repairs…and he was pretending to be his boyfriend for free. But why? The question nagged at the back of his mind. Obviously, is not because he's in love with him or even attracted to him. If anything Dave seems to look at him like he's a pathetic, annoying little dweeb. Not that bothers Kurt, he couldn't care less about Dave's opinion. "Guilt," he lets the word fall out of his mouth softly, "that's all it is but to be honest…he did get incredibly…decent looking…" It takes a moment for Kurt to realize he's smiling and then immediately shakes his head and heads to the shower. And then it happens, just like that, Blaine is in his thoughts again. Crying in the shower, how cliché. But what is one suppose to do when you've given over ten years of your life to the same guy and then one day he just wakes and says 'I've met someone else, move on'? Kurt is in the process of shampooing his hair when he feels something soft and fuzzy tingle his foot, he looks down and his eyes widen comically.

Dave steps out of the shower and puts on a clean pair of black brief shorts. He looks in the mirror as he towel dries his hair. Five years and he still can't get used to the scar that runs down the right side of his chest. It's a big scar, red and ugly. It's a surprise that to this day it hasn't been a problem with his clients. In fact they tend to like it, it makes him more real of course the light layer of chest hair does a little to disguise it. He begins running his fingers along it when he hears a blood curdling scream. His head snaps towards the door adjoining his room to Kurt's. His face goes pale as Kurt continues his screams and he runs to his room. The bedroom is empty, he head to the bathroom in a panic.

"Kurt! Open the door!" Dave says struggling with the handle, "What's wrong? Are you ok? Are you hurt? Open the door Kurt!"

Kurt tries to tell him something but all that comes out are more hysterics. Dave quits banging on the door before finally using the side of his body to bust it open.

He opens the door and his eyes double in size. He's completely frozen in place as his eyes take in the sight of Kurt's wet naked body standing in the middle of the tub screaming his head off. Kurt has his eyes shut tight as he wails hysterically.

"What?" Dave yells in panic.

Kurt's eyes snap open, "DON'T LOOK AT ME! TURN AROUND!"

"What the…"

"TURN AROUND!"

Dave turns around, "Kurt what the hell is going on?" he yells over his shoulder.

"Ok..ok…" he hears Kurt pant through his whispers, "Don't freak out Dave but there is an incredibly huge tarantula crawling over my feet…"

Dave's brow furrows, "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Kurt whispers like he's in a horror movie and the killer is within earshot.

"For fuck's sake Hummel," Dave says turning around and grabbing a hand towel from the sink.

"HEY! What are you doing? I'm naked!" Kurt yells trying to cover himself with his hands.

"You have nothing I haven't seen before," Dave says trying to sound like he could care less that Kurt's beautiful naked body is only inches away as he leans into the tub to pick up the spider. What do you know? It is a tarantula, I kind of expected a small spider or something.

He grabs it with the towel and looks at Kurt who grabs the shower curtain for cover while glaring at Dave's. Dave returns after setting the tarantula outside to find Kurt wrapped up in a white robe. Shame, he thinks.

"What the hell was that?" Dave asks his hands on his hips.

"It was a tarantula, Dave," Kurt says crossing his arms protectively over his chest his hair wet and clinging to the sides of his face, "I hate this place."

Dave rolls his eyes, "I know that. I meant the yelling. I thought you…I thought someone was in here killing you or something…are you crazy? I almost lost my mind."

"Well it was very big," Kurt says defensively.

Dave's irritated expression softens slightly and they remain silent for a few minutes. For the first time, Kurt notices that Dave is wearing nothing but underwear. He lets his eyes roam over his strong muscled body. His abs are solid and his arms are strong looking but not overly muscled and his chest…so strong and massive and slightly covered in dark curls that subtlety trails down his torso and disappears at the waist of his briefs. Dave feels his face burn as he watches Kurt's blue eyes roam over his body. He hasn't felt self conscious in years but in this moment he can only think of two things to do. Run and hide or take advantage of the situation. He may not love Kurt or have any sort of feelings for him but Dave is a man. He walks over to Kurt and grabs him by the arms holding him but an inch apart from his own body.

"What are you doing?" Kurt whispers.

Dave lets his eyes roam over Kurt's face, the flushed cheeks, the sensually plump lips, the icy blue eyes…he feels his breathing get agitated.

"The spider could have…bitten you…" Dave mutters.

Kurt swallows, their lips are only a couple inches apart now, "Yes…but…uh… I'm ok now, you could…uh…go back to your room."

Dave's eyes continue to burn into him, "Is that it? No…thank you?"

Kurt meets his gaze unsurely, "Thank you."

"No, I just save your life. I think I need a little more appreciation than that," Dave says in a husky voice.

Kurt clears his throat, "How exactly should I thank you?"

Dave smiles at him. He has no idea what the hell he is doing but he should definitely stop but he doesn't he just leans in closer. His eyes are half shut as he makes the final move.

"What is that?" Kurt asks curiously turning his head down making Dave's lips meet his forehead awkwardly.

Kurt ignores the brief touch of Dave's lips and focuses on his chest instead. Dave gives a deep sigh and alight groan as he pulls away.

"What's what?" Dave asks.

"That," Kurt says pointing to his chest.

"It's a scar," Dave says walking through the door into his own room and grabbing a t-shirt.

"I know it's a scar but how did you get it?" Kurt says following him but stopping at the door.

"Small accident," Dave says turning back to look at Kurt.

"It's a big scar," Kurt says.

"I know."

"Did it hurt?"

"Like hell," Dave replies walking back to the door.

Kurt looks at him for a moment, "What kind of accident was it?"

"Good night Kurt," Dave says attempting to close the door but Kurt stops it.

"This is just business, right?" Kurt asks.

Dave looks at him in the eye, "Yes. Just business."

"Then stop teasing me," Kurt says backing into his room.

"Oh like you teased me? In the car?" Dave says, "Let's not play games here Kurt. If we're gonna talk about this then lets talk about it, but all of it not just me."

"Ok, I'm sorry. I was just curious but you're right your life is none of my business and my life is none of yours. We crossed too many lines today and that needs to stop," Kurt says.

"I agree," Dave replies.

"It shouldn't be a problem. I'm not in the least bit attracted to you," Kurt says hugging himself protectively.

Dave smiles with his eyes before speaking, "I'm not attracted to you either."

"I'm glad that's clear," Kurt replies.

"Me too."

"Good."

"Good," Dave agrees. They look at each other for another minute before Dave finally speaks up.

"Goodnight, Porcelain," he says as he shuts the door in Kurt's face.

Hope you guys liked it. I had more planned for this chapter but I didn't have time to write it all and I definitely wanted to give you guys something for being so patient with me. I also wanted to begin to incorporate some of Dave's past so that we can work up to why he's a male escort. Next chapter will be funnier and more interesting I promise.

Special thanks to the pink-post-it for being my muse, she helped me come up with ideas for this chapter. Also she is now a writer as well, she uploaded her first story a couple days ago and I hope you guys check it out, I can't spoil it but there's some interesting stuff coming up besides it's Kurtofsky, need I say more? Lol ok i'll stop advertising now.

Also i'm starting to get a little nervous. I'm not planning any smut but I don't know if this should be rated M, I feel like it shouldn't but I'd like to hear some opinions if you guys think this stuff is too much for T. I don't think so but I dk...Anyways

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