Sebastian had thought that he was going to sneak on the guy taking his shower totally naked. That he was going to need to watch him silently while he was changing clothes to take a glimpse of his wonderful pale skin to jerk of. But in the end, he noticed he didn't have to. The graceful way the dancer was eating even when he thought he was alone, his wonderful ass cupped in these tight jeans when he was searching through cupboards in the kitchen, his laugh when something funny happened on TV or in his book were enough to turn Sebastian on.

Just watching his guest reading that book, his long fingers running over the tiny bumps on the paper was the most arousing thing he had ever seen in his entire life. There was no way he could watch that without jerking off, fantasizing about those fingers wrapped around his hard cock instead of his own fingers. Every time, he felt guilty right after but he couldn't help it.

At first, it was only when the dancer didn't know he was around and slowly, just the fact that the guy wasn't going to know what he was doing anyway was enough to get him hard.

He didn't know what was that book that the guy was reading but it was probably some porn or something because he wasn't the only one to get a hard on in these moments. Which was good for him because getting his guest off soothed his guilt feelings a little. He couldn't admit it to the man, but for him it was pleasurable to know he was the one giving pleasure to someone. He'd dream sometime that he could have a boyfriend, just like any other gay man and have sex with him, real full penetrative sex. He had been told it was good, wonderful even. But he'd never get to give that to someone, so he used his hands, his fingers, his mouth and he truly enjoyed it. His cock was staying incredibly soft when he did, but that didn't mean he didn't like it.

But it wasn't enough for the others; he knew it, thanks to Blaine. That was why he could never have a boyfriend, ever. He wasn't enough. So he'd have to pay for poor men who sold their bodies to pay their bills all his life. It hurt more than he could admit, but it wasn't exactly like he had a choice.

It was the fourth day that the dancer was there, Sebastian was in the kitchen preparing some food for them, thinking how domestic it felt when he had so few days left of this life before the guy was going to go home, when his guest appeared at the door.

"Kurt." He simply said in his soft voice.

"What?" Sebastian asked, stopping his knife mid-way.

"My name, it's Kurt." The guy… Kurt said.

"Sebastian." He replied, caught off guard.

"I know."

"How…"

"Your agent just called. The phone didn't ring but he left a message. I'm sorry I heard it, I didn't mean to, I swear."

"No, it's fine. What did he say?"

"Well, he seemed to be mad at you… or me, I'm not totally sure. It seems that someone knows I'm here and told it to the Medias. Now, they all wanna know why you have to pay a prostitute to have sex since all your fans are willing to do the job for free. And they all wanna know who the whore you're hiring is. I suppose I am said whore."

"Those shitty bastards, they have no right to talk about you like that. They don't know you, they can't…"

"Well, that's their main problem at the moment, they want to. Know who I am. Your agent, Nick right? He says he wants to talk with you about what you should say at your next interview. Maybe even schedule an interview earlier. Says he knows what happened since he's married to your driver but that it'd be better if you told a better story. He said he doesn't judge you… or me, waits to know the all true story to decide if he should, but your fans might not be that open minded."

"Okay, I'll call him back."

"I think it's too late. He said that if he didn't hear from you in the next five minutes, he'd be at your door to talk about it face to face. That… is probably him." Kurt said when the doorbell rang. "I should probably go in my room."

"Only if it makes you uncomfortable to meet him. He's a cool guy you know."

"Sebastian, I know you're here, you didn't call Jeff to pick you up. Open the door. Don't force me to use my spare key." Nick screamed.

"He's under pressure, but I swear he's nice usually. He should hear the true story from you. And… the true story from me. So should you, actually."

"I don't need to hear it, I know it, I live it, remember?"

"Trust me, you don't know it all. Stay. Please. I owe it to you and I'm not sure I can do it twice."

"Sebastian." Nick warned from across the door.

"Oh for God's sake, stop yelling like that." Kurt shot, going straight to the door and opening it. "Did you never come to that house before? It's freaking huge, leave us time to get to the door." He said to a much taken aback Nick and a laughing Jeff.

"I… uh, gorgeous." Nick stammered.

"See babe, I told ya." Jeff said.

"Oh gosh, will you just come in already? Before paparazzi snaps pictures of Kurt."

"Oh, so your name's Kurt?" Jeff asked excitedly, pushing Nick inside and closing the door behind them. "Nice to meet you, I'm Jeff."

"I know you already Jeffrey."

"Nah, you didn't, we hadn't been properly introduced. And call me Jeff, that's how everyone calls me. And this is my beloved husband Nick. Come on, say hi Nick."

"Hi. I'm sorry; I didn't expect you to open the door. Nice to meet you Kurt."

"I'd say nice to meet you too, but I heard your last message…"

"Sorry about that. I wouldn't call you a whore before I know how you've gotten to the point to be paid to be here. That's just… You know, what the press says."

"Yeah, OK, just come in the living room, we'll seat and talk, okay?" Sebastian intervened.

They all went to the living room and sat, Kurt and Sebastian side by side in the couch while Nick sat in a chair with Jeff on his lap.

"So, I don't know yet what story we should tell for the fans, but I'm here to hear the true story first. So, I'm listening to you." Nick finally said softly.

"It's quite short. I'm working as a stripper in a sex shop. Sebastian saw one of my shows, decided I should be the only one he sees strip for him until his next flavor of the week I guess. So he offered an awfully big amount of money to make sure I'd always strip for him. And when he offered an even bigger amount of money to have me here for one week, my boss forced me to accept and here I am."

"I'm sorry if I'm blunt with you Kurt. But from you, what I wanna hear is your side of the story, not Sebastian's, I think that's his story to tell." Nick said kindly but firmly. "I wanna know what happened to you, from the start, which got you here now."

"Okay. I guess it started when I had my accident. When I woke up from a coma after being hit by a drunk driver, Blaine, my… fiancé, was there. But then, when he discovered I was blind and had my legs paralyzed, he started to freak out. And well, at first, I couldn't… That's embarrassing… I couldn't be turned on. I mean, I got excited but uh, little Kurt wouldn't, you know, grow anymore. So Blaine dumped me, said he couldn't be with a guy that couldn't get hard for him."

"That bastard!" Jeff shot.

"Yeah, he reminds me someone actually." Sebastian muttered.

"So I was left alone, blind and paralyzed with basically no money. I couldn't ask help from my father because his tire shop isn't working that well and he's already tight on money. Fortunately, my friend Sam made me live with him and encouraged me for my physical therapy. He was by my side all along. I finally got my legs back thanks to him. But I couldn't find a job anyway, because of my eyes. So I asked Sam about his job. He didn't want me to at first, said me I should have a better future than that with my talent. Maybe that was true before, when I still could sing, but now… Anyway, I ended up in that sex shop, stripping behind a glass for men and women's pleasure, not knowing who was on the other side."

"That's when I saw him first." Sebastian cut.

"My first day was… rough. It's degrading. I know Sam likes doing it, feels flattered to know that people are turned on by his naked body, but I'm not like him. I didn't like that. At the end of the day, my boss asked me in her office, told me that the first client who had seen my show wanted a private show with no glass between us. He had offered lot of money for that, so she didn't left me with a choice, it was either I accepted or she wouldn't have paid me at all for the day I had already worked."

"I'm sorry…" Sebastian started.

"No. Don't, please, just don't. Obviously, I accepted. It went… way differently than what I expected I have to say. But he must have liked it since apparently he offered so much money this time that my boss threatened me again into coming here for a week. So here I am."

"Claire's a total bitch! I'm gonna destroy her business. The money I offered should have gone to you."

"Well, Bastian, not that I judge you, but maybe you're not better. I mean, you offered money to turn a stripper into a personal prostitute against his will. Are you really better than her?" Jeff asked.

"I'm not a prostitute. It doesn't feel like that." Kurt protested

"He pays to have sex with you, excuse me to break it to you sweetheart, but that's called prostitution. You still have all my respect but it's prostitution."

"It's more complicated than that Nick." Kurt said in a little voice.

"No, he's right Kurt. I'm probably worse than her actually."

"Oh, stop the pity party Bastian. Explain us. And Nick, please, listen." Jeff stated.

"Okay. So… I guess my story starts earlier, back in Westerville."

"Wait, you come from Westerville? Like in Westerville Ohio?" Kurt asked.

"Yes we do, all went together in high school why?"

"My… ex fiancé… we met in high school in Lima. He had just transferred from Dalton Academy."

"Then my story might start earlier but it probably started with the same guy. What I'm going to tell you guys is a secret I hide since years. So, back in high school, all the boys were talking about sex, most of them had already had sex and I hadn't even jerked off. I knew that my dick was supposed to fill with blood, get hard and bigger, because of what the guys told and biology classes. But it never happened to me. I tried watching porn. Straight porn, gay porn. Nothing was working. I met Blaine. I fell in love with him. But when he discovered my secret, he didn't believe that was not because I didn't love him. He said that if I loved him enough, I'd get hard for him and he dumped me. I was devastated."

"He was my friend back then but I swear if I see him again, it won't be pretty at all." Jeff got mad.

"So you've never have an erection?" Nick asked softly.

"After Blaine, I went to Scandals. A lot. Ended wasted most of the time because I was never going to have a boyfriend and satisfy him. One night, I went to the restroom. A guy came in the stall beside mine to jerk off. I saw him by a hole in the wall. He wasn't aware I was there, watching him. And well, I started to feel tighter and tighter in my pants. I didn't realize straight away but then… I took my cock out and was given my very first orgasm. I thought it was like Blaine had told, that I didn't really love him and that that guy was it for me. I asked him out and he accepted."

"Was it David? I never understood what went wrong between you two. Did he cheat on you with that British guy he's dating now?" Jeff asked.

"Yes, David Karofsky. I really did love the guy, sincerely."

"Wait? You dated David Karofsky? How much your story is linked to mine exactly? How many time could have we met before that entire story got that creepy?"

"You know him?"

"We went in high school together. He was bullying me…"

"David? No way, the guy's a softy." Jeff said.

"Yes, he is. Now that he has accepted he's gay. Back then, I was what he was afraid to be. He apologized though. We're friends now. And I'm sorry Sebastian because… I dated Adam for a while after I first broke up with Blaine and before we got back together. That's how he met Dave."

"Not your fault. David was perfect, he never cheated. I'm the one who's just a fucked up. You'd think that after that night in the restroom, I'd have… like… fucked as a rabbit to make up for the nineteen years before but… well, it didn't happen quite like that. I really loved him but I never got an erection with him again. So, when I got it, understood that I was never going to be enough for him, I…" Sebastian started crying, tried to take a deep breath to keep going. "I set him free. He deserved it."

"You… you stayed together a little more than a year…" Jeff wondered. "And all that time, you've never have sex together."

"It's not exactly… Oh damn. Unlike me, he has a normally functioning body if that's your question, so obviously he had very normal reactions. We've have sex. Kind of at least. I mean, you know hand-jobs, blow-jobs, fingering. You know, what you can do when one is hard and the other isn't. No, I'm stupid, you couldn't know."

"We do. I mean… Yeah, since you've both shared some very intimate things with us… It happens sometimes." Nick said flushing red. "Not most of the time but… yes."

"I obviously know too, right after the accident, before he… before he left me."

"Can we at least stop talking about that asshole? Because I'm so close to want to track him down and let him know how much I despise him now." Jeff shot.

"And so… didn't he like it? Were you so bad at that?" Nick asked. "I mean, why leave him otherwise?"

"He never complained about it. But he was going to want more and I was never going to be able to give him more."

"Did he tell you that? Did you talk with him about that?" Kurt asked softly.

"There was nothing that could be told that would change the situation."

"You say he deserved you to set him free, I say he deserved a chance to maybe let you know that he was totally fine with what was going on between you." Kurt said a little more firmly.

"Maybe, but, it's too late. He's got Adam now and they're doing a perfect couple."

"You were broken Sebastian. I remember it. You were so depressed after your break up. I had never seen you like that, even after… well, you know, back in high school." Nick said, carefully avoiding saying Blaine's name. "You were a mess; the only thing that was a little better than your first break up was that instead of drinking your ass off, you drenched yourself in work. Why would you do that to yourself?"

"Because I loved him and sometimes, all you want for people you love is to be happy, even if it's not with you. And anyway, the truth is I'm a pervert and I'm so sorry Kurt for how much you paid my perversion. Turns out that… I'm a… I'm a voyeur. That day at Scandals… could have been anyone else than Dave. It wasn't him that turned me on that much, it was to watch him when he didn't know I was there. I figured out when a colleague first made me go to that sex shop. I've tried sometimes to ask for one of them to be… you know, there, with me, see if I could… but it never happened."

"Until me." Kurt said quietly.

"Yes, until you. I'm so, so sorry Kurt. I used you. You're right; I'm the worst man on earth. I'm worse than Claire in the end."

"No. I don't think you are. You're struggling with a different kind of sexuality. Like generations of gays before us did."

"I've fucking jerked off watching you eating a sandwich or reading because you didn't know I was there. How can you compare…"

"I knew, Sebastian." Kurt cut him. "Look, I'm blind, right, but I have ears, I have a nose. Because I don't see any more, all my other senses have improved. I heard you. You know what; we should probably never have had this conversation. Now that you know I know… How is it going to work? You know what? If you're a pervert, I am too. If you didn't notice, every single time you've been jerking a few feet from me, thinking I didn't know… it fucking got me as hard as a rock. Every. Single. Time. And sincerely, did I ever wonder why you did that? Why you never asked me to… do it for you even though you had paid so much? Yes, sure, I did. But never once, with what you did to me then I've thought you were not enough."

"You'd have. After a while. I mean, if we had been in a true relationship, eventually you'd have…"

"Fuck, Sebastian, will you shut up?" Kurt cut him, standing. "I am not Blaine. Neither was Dave. Because one guy, one fucked up guy decided you weren't enough for him, doesn't mean you're not enough for anyone. It's been only three days. Already three days. As little as you let me see of you, made me wish we could have met on another way. I wish I could have more time to get to know you, the real you that is still underneath. And yes, as fucked up as you think it is, more time for sex. Not regular boring missionary penetrative sex. Sex with you, just like the past three days. I feel bad right after, not because you're not enough, because I know after that week, I won't have it any more. I'm sorry guys, I just basically thrown my sex life to you but…. Uch, I'm getting so frustrated. I'll be in my room. Door unlocked. If you ever stop being stupid and want to talk about it."

With these words, Kurt ran off to his room, closing the door behind him.

"Oh, wow, that was…" Jeff started.

"I swear Sebastian Oliver Smythe, you better fix this. I don't know what you did to him, or do I know too much? Anyway, whatever you did in three days made him want you. All of you. And if I know you, which I like to think I do, you want him too. You have literally hearts in your eyes when you look at him."

"It's been only three days."

"So what? You intend to let happiness pass a second time because it came to you too fast. Are you totally out of your mind?"

"But…"

"Ya know what babe? You two have to talk about that interview. Just do that. Maybe… time to try and take a bold move for once. I'll go talk to Kurt, okay?" Jeff said.

"What will you tell him?" Sebastian asked worriedly.

"Don't sweat lover boy. I'll say nothing about you. The guy just unfolded his heart to you, handed it to you and you just stayed there, not even moving. I just won't let him deal with that alone, okay?"

"Did I tell you I love you today?" Nick asked.

"Probably about a hundred times, but don't ever stop." Jeff said kissing Nick. "And by the way, I love you too." He said over his shoulder before going to Kurt.

"Okay, so, about work now… You could deny the all thing, tell it's just a rumor. But you know how rumors are, true or not, the more you deny, the more it spreads so I don't think you should. We could try and find a cover story, you know, try and cover what people could find creepy or whatever, like, you know, just giving them a 'cleaner' story for you. That, it's a charity or whatever."

"No way. I can't do that to him, it'd seem cleaner for me but he'd still be a whore I saved. No. Don't make me Nick. I won't."

"Which is good since I hoped that reaction from you. Well, leaves us two choices. Letting scandal go, it did good to more careers than we all think. But yet again, still not what we'll do, right?"

"Not even in your wildest dreams."

"Nightmares you mean."

"So, what is our last option? You'd better have something in your bag that I can actually use."

"I think I have. As my love said, time to take a bald move in your career. It's called the truth. Well, part of the truth. I feel really honored that you felt comfortable enough with us to share all of this, but I don't think you want to share so many details publicly. Hell, I don't wanna hear so many details again."

"So… what part of the truth should I tell exactly?"

"Hopefully, that love can be found in many different places. Which means you have to talk with Kurt like right when this conversation is finished. I managed to get you a spot in Ellen's show tomorrow night."

"You what?"

"Yes, I'm that awesome. Don't mention it. Whatever we were going to do, we had to do it fast. But you have to know what he'll let you tell about him."

"Yeah. You're right. As always. Hiring you was the best idea of my life, wasn't it?"

"It was. Until Kurt. Now go get him. Trust a guy who's deeply in love with his best friend since second year of college, love isn't easy, some days, you'll just want to tell him to leave you alone. But most of the time, it's just wonderful. Don't be afraid of rollercoaster Sebastian, they never get you lower than the ground and they can get you much higher than the strongest of drugs. Let him in, that's all he asks from you."