"Hey, kid. I got a client for ya." Kurt glanced despondently up at Jimbo who was now hovering over him, watching him with scrutinizing eyes, "What's with you, Porcelain?"

Kurt took a drag of his cigarette, "Nothing, Jim." He puffed out a breath of smoke, watching as it wafted through the dark city street, "Who's it this time?"

He was startled when he felt a hand grab his collar, pulling him to face level with Jimbo, "Listen, boy," The large man spat, "You need to get your fucking attitude in check before you go. I don't need you shitting on my business by being a bitch."

"I understand." Kurt replied, keeping his eyes off Jimbo's face. It took all of his strength not to vomit from the putrid stench coming from the man's mouth.

Jimbo looked him up and down before backing away, releasing his hold on Kurt, "I just got a call from my number one customer for his friend Blaine again." Kurt's eyes widened, "So you best be on your top behavior."

"J-Jim, I can't-" Kurt sputtered before being cut off by Jimbo.

"There's no 'I can't' in this business. You either go to him…" He didn't even have to finish his statement. Kurt knew what sort of punishment he'd endure should he not follow his orders.

"W-what about someone else? Can't I get you more money from someone else to make up for it?" He pleaded.

Jimbo raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his thick midsection, "I'm listening."

Kurt had all but forgotten the cigarette in his hand, letting the tobacco fall from his fingers as he thought of other ways to get the same or more money. None of the ideas were all that pleasant, but if he went back to where Finn was… He knew that he'd never be able to get out. They'd keep him on lockdown. "I'll get you your moneys worth, Jimbo. Just- please don't make me go back there. I can't."

He scowled, "They've offered me twice the usual rate for an all nighter. I don't think you'd be able to make me six hundred dollars in one night."

"I'll do it." Kurt nodded frantically, "I can do it. Please, Jimbo."

"You don't get my money and so help me-," He warned, but Kurt was already bolting down the rain-dampened sidewalks in search of willing customers.

This is what his life had become. The heels of his hands were scraped raw from being ground into the cement, strange men behind him. His insides were churning as the tears burned in his eyes as he let yet another man take advantage of him… Though he couldn't really call it taking advantage of him seeing as though he'd practically posted an 'open for service' sign on his ass. This was all his doing, and he was paying the price of letting someone into his heart so easily. He normally felt bad after each fuck… But thinking of Blaine made everything that much worse. And the fact that now Finn and Puck know what he's become… He shook himself out of those thoughts. After Joe number three was done, he threw a wad of cash at him before zipping up and retreating the scene. He scraped up the money, counting the bills before stowing it away in his sock.

"Hey, sweet cheeks." An all too familiar voice purred from behind him, "You 'on the clock' now?" Kurt groaned inwardly as he felt a hand cup his ass.

Kurt sucked in a deep breath, holding it before turning to face Bill, "I am now, Billy." Kurt tossed an arm onto Bill's shoulder, "You know my rates. What do you want?"

"I think a blowjob will do just fine tonight." Bill reached into his pocket, making to pull out some cash.

"Wait-" Kurt knew that he wouldn't get the rest of the money by just giving him head. He needed to convince Bill he wanted more so that he could make up the money sooner rather than later, "Are you sure that's all you want?" Kurt moved in closer, letting his hand travel down Bill's thick chest before palming at his already hard erection. He moved so that he was at his ear so that Bill couldn't see the disgust plastered on his face, "Are you sure you don't want… more?" He felt Bill shudder and he knew that he'd succeeded. Bill nodded vigorously, pulling out several large bills and shoving them into Kurt's chest. Kurt pulled away, fixing his face with a smirk as he sank to his knees in front of the disgusting man, adding the cash to his sock. He worked his zipper down, pulling Bill's thick length out and going straight to business. He wrapped his lips around his dick, sucking and twirling his tongue with practiced ease.

"Of, fuck yes. God, Porcelain. Your mouth should be i-illegal!" Bill moaned. After a few more minutes, Kurt was tugged up by his hair and turned to face the dumpster. His pants and underwear were pulled down swiftly and he heard the ripping of a condom wrapper. Kurt turned his head just to check and he saw the man rolling the latex on his dick. "Face forward, slut." Kurt immediately whipped his head back around. He felt cold, wetness when Bill spat on his entrance as makeshift lube before he pushed in. Kurt hissed silently as the tears threatened to fall. Luckily, Kurt had gotten him close with the blowjob, so Bill came only after a few thrusts. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when Bill pulled out. "Good boy." He gave his twisted compliment and left. Kurt pulled his garments back up to rest on his thin hips, pulling out all the money he'd made. With that last fuck, Kurt had made just enough to pay Jimbo. A small, sad smile graced his face as he stuck the bundled cash into his pants pocket. Now he just had to go find Jimbo. He assumed he'd be back at the main house, so he started his way there.

A sharp knock to the back of his head brought him to his knees. "Get his money, quick!" He heard a faded voice say.

Kurt struggled against the hands that seemed to be all over him, "N-no!" He slurred. His head was pounding and it was hard to stay coherent. The one thing on his mind was getting away from the grabbing hands and protecting his money. Kurt used all his strength to roll onto his front and pull himself to his feet. He stumbled maybe a few feet before he was slammed into an unforgiving brick wall.

Those same hands were groping along his body, dipping into all of his pockets. Kurt smacked at the offending hands before he heard those damn words, "Jackpot. Damn! He's got a lot for a little whore!"

"P-please-" Kurt begged. He couldn't go back to Jimbo empty handed. Not after… Not after all he'd done for that money.

"Fuck you, faggot." An indistinct male's voice growled before punching him in the stomach. Kurt wrapped his arms around his tender stomach, slumping to the ground in an aura of pain, both emotional and physical.

Kurt was dizzy. The blow to the head must have given him a concussion. He stumbled around for a bit before gaining his bearings. Eventually, he made it to where Jimbo was standing. He hadn't moved far from where he'd last seen him. "J-Jimmy?" Kurt questioned. He knew it was him, but his face was blurred to all hell.

"Porcelain? What the fuck happened to you?" He was staring at Kurt's no doubt disheveled appearance.

"Got- got money. Bastards took it." He panted, falling forward onto Jimbo's chest. Kurt was unceremoniously thrown off him and onto the frigid sidewalk.

"That means you don't have my money, Porcelain." He scolded as if talking to a small child. "Well, you know what that means…"

"N-no. Please!" Kurt implored.

"Either I sell you to another pimp, maybe one not as nice as me… Or you go to the appointment I set up for you." Jimbo explained, not an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

"Fine!" He cried, "F-fine. I'll go."

"That's what I thought." Jimbo pulled him up by the elbow, dragging him across the near vacant back street to the apartment holding Blaine, Finn, and Puck. "Now get up there and do your god damn job." He shoved him to the steps before walking away. "Get a move on, Porcelain!" He called back over his shoulder.

Kurt crawled up the stairs, opening the door and going inside. He leaned against the wall, pulling his knees to his chest. Luckily, the robbers that jumped him spared his cell phone. Kurt pulled the device out of his pocket He dialed the number he'd memorized from the second he'd gotten it and waited.

"Kurt!" Blaine's voice boomed through the receiver, "Kurt, where are y-"

"Call it off." Kurt rasped into the phone, staying awake was becoming hard.

There was a pause and then a beep, "Call what off?" Finn's voice broke through, teetering between relieved and angry at the same time.

"Tell J-Jimbo… Y-you don' want me and don't n-need me."

"Are you fucking kidding?" That was Puck, clearly more angry than relieved, "We'll never see you again if we do!"

Kurt coughed, wiping at the blood pooling in the dip of his chin, "Y-you'll nev'r see me again if you don't…"

"What?" Blaine's voice was slightly panicked, "What do you mean?"

"Please- Jus' call it off… Tell 'em it wasn't my fault. You just changed your minds." Kurt pleaded.

There was some whispering before Finn finally spoke, "Kurt… We'll call him and tell him we don't need you anymore. Just- Please… You have to stay in some sort of contact. I can't lose you again." His voice was close to tears, Kurt could tell. That caused his own tears to stream down his face. "Dad misses you, Kurt. We all do."

Kurt suddenly became more alert, "That's low… Even for you, Finn." He growled. Who the hell was he to use his dead father against him?

"What- What are you talking about, Kurt?"

"Dad's dead you ass!" He cried, "I can't bel'eve you'd use him to get to me like that."

"Kurt? Dad's n-" Kurt hung up the phone, clutching it to his chest as his body was wracked with sobs. He just needed to get home. Kurt stood, using the wall for support, and made his way out onto the street. Still not in his right mind, Kurt stopped a random woman walking down the street, "Ma'am? Could I use your phone for a sec'?" He asked, trying to sound polite though his head was throbbing and his was sure he looked awful. To his surprise the woman nodded, a sympathetic smile gracing his face as she handed him her phone. "Thank you." He dialed a number and held the sleek phone to his ear.

"Hello?" A tired voice asked.

Kurt took in a deep breath before he recited his address, "If you love me, you'll come alone." He spoke before hanging up and giving the phone back to the tall brunette, "Thanks."

"No problem." She took the phone and slipped something into his hand before going on her way. Kurt glanced into his palm to see a rolled up ten dollar bill. He turned to thank the woman for her generosity, but she'd vanished. Score one for humanity, now they just had to get about one hundred more points before they were out of the negatives.

Kurt dragged his feet as he made his way to his room, unlocking the door with bleary eyes and shutting it behind him. He didn't bother with the lock as he went to the shower, stripping off his clothes as he went. Kurt turned the water on hot and stepped into the near claustrophobic cubical and sat on the tile. He watched as the filth and blood mingled together before swirling down the drain in a sickly color. Resting his head against the tile next to him, he heard the apartment door open and a voice calling his name. It sounded so far away, but he knew who it was and his heart clenched in anticipation. He thought he had more time to shower, but he must have passed out for a bit. Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, revealing none other than Blaine. His onyx curls were wild and his wide, hazel eyes were fixed on him. Blaine opened the shower door, turning the knob off and cutting the water flow. "Kurt." He breathed, carefully reaching in and pulling Kurt to his chest and carrying him into the main room. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief to see that Finn and Puck weren't there too. Blaine set Kurt down on his bed, "God, Kurt. What happened to-"

"Shh," Kurt cut him off, "Stay with me…" Blaine nodded, his sad eyes filling with tears as he gazed at Kurt. He felt Blaine pulling a pair of pants up his legs before moving over to the other side of the bed. Kurt turned his aching body towards Blaine once he laid down and pulled him close, "'m sorry, Blaine."

He felt Blaine's fingers carding through his damp hair and moaned in content at the touch, "Don't be sorry, Kurt. We'll talk more in the morning seeing as though you can't really skip out on my since I'm assuming this is your place." He had a slight teasing note to his voice, but it was overshadowed by the thick sound of sadness.

"Didn't think'of that…" Kurt mused, snuggling his throbbing head into the crook of Blaine's neck, "It's worth it though to have you 'ere." He smiled slightly as he let the darkness consume him. He'd deal with the aftermath of his decision the next day. Like Blaine had said, there really was no way around it then.

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