-LATE SATURDAY NIGHT-

An hour later, Alexi was standing beside Kurt, holding his hand, his heart pounding. They were both in costume. Dave was standing nearby, his eyes on Kurt.

Kurt nodded, and Dave knocked on a door once before entering.

"He explains the rules. Scares them a bit," Kurt explained, in a quiet tone.

Dave opened the door, and Kurt walked forward, dragging Alexi with him, his grip tight.

The door clicked behind them, seeming extremely loud. Alexi jumped a little. Kurt squeezed his hand to comfort him.

Cooper Anderson was sprawled out on the black leather sofa, a spread of champagne and a cheese tray on the table nearby. He was wearing a baseball cap and glasses, and he pulled them off, grinning at the way Kurt's eyes lit up with recognition.

"Oh, Mr. Anderson, this is so great to meet you. I've been a fan since those commercials started," Kurt gushed, his voice higher than normal with his excitement.

Alexi ground his teeth together, hating every moment.

Cooper grinned widely, his teeth almost sparkling. "Oh, please call me Cooper. I'll just call you Bond, James Bond." He winked at Kurt, obviously thinking his joke hilarious. His motions were exaggerated, even for him, showing he was already a bit drunk.

Kurt seemed to agree, flushing a bit and giggling too much. "I sure hope you get the part. You'd be the sexiest Bond ever, Mr -, I mean Cooper."

Alexi scoffed lightly to himself. Was this a typical private session? Fawning all over the client, saying how fantastic they were? It probably would get an egomaniac like Cooper Anderson off, come to think of it.

His little noise seemed to have drawn the big movie star's attention from his adoring fanboy. "And who are you? Dr. No?"

Dr. No Fucking Way in a Million Years. Alexi touched a hand to his eye mask, making sure it was still firmly in place.

Alexi's thoughts must have still been apparent to Kurt, even though he chuckled politely at the joke. "He's my trainee. He's just going to watch. Maybe dance a little if he feels inclined."

Kurt clicked a remote control, and a song he had loaded earlier started playing. An old classic.

"Just relax, Cooper, and enjoy the show." Kurt purred, starting to move to the beat. "Remember the rules and we'll all have a good time."

Dave was facing towards the door, just like Kurt had promised, bopping his head slightly to the music.

Tentatively, Alexi started swaying, moving closer to Kurt, trying to mirror his sexy moves. Cooper loved it, hooting and cheering whenever he did something raunchy.

All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names
You don't think of them as human
You don't think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

Kurt was moving closer to Cooper now, being a bit of a tease. Bending over, dipping down like he was going to kiss Cooper, and then giving a flirtatious smile and moving away. Doing body rolls that practically had Cooper drooling. Turning around and shaking his ass in his face.

Looking at Alexi, Kurt winked, and beckoned him closer. Trying to get him to follow his moves on the other side of Cooper.

It just felt uncomfortable. Cooper was a good-looking man, but he did absolutely nothing for Alexi. He could see Cooper checking him out, liking what he saw, and it just made him feel dirty. He turned away, still dancing, but not watching Cooper or Kurt anymore.

I want to make a million dollars
I want to live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children
Yeah, I guess I want a family
All the men come in these places...

The no touching rule didn't seem to apply to dancers. Kurt squatted in front of Cooper, bracing himself with a hand on each knee, leaning in like he was about to go down on the older man. Stopping only a couple inches away to grin up teasingly at Cooper. Climbing over the man, straddling him on the sofa, and dancing to the song from that position.

The song ended, and Alexi wanted the session to be over. But another song started up, and Kurt was getting right into it.

Cooper bent down to pour out champagne into three glasses, and waved for them to drink. Kurt took one, so Alexi followed his lead.

As he bent down to pick up the glass, half-drunk Cooper reached out and pulled on the ribbon on Alexi's mask. "You are far too gorgeous to hide behind this. Let's see your whole face."

Things happened quickly then. It was almost instantaneous. Alexi gasped, grabbing for his mask as it slipped off his face, the mask soon in Cooper's hand. Kurt turned to see what Cooper was talking about and swore loudly. Dave spun around and saw the two performers glaring at the customer. He had superstar Cooper Anderson in a headlock within seconds. Alexi was quite impressed. The best thing that had happened all night.

"We told you the rules, Mr. Anderson. No touching the performers. No taking clothes off them." Dave explained, his voice surprisingly calm, as he dragged the handsome man towards the door.

"It was just a mask," Cooper whined, struggling to get free. He blinked his big blue eyes at Kurt, looking for leniency, and turning the beseeching gaze towards Alexi.

Right away, his expression sobered. "Blaine? Is that you?"

"What?!" Alexi said, but already his head was starting to pound, and he dropped on to the sofa, covering his face with his hands. Cooper's words seemed to be echoing loudly, again and again.

"Did you hurt him?" Kurt asked, looking confused and outraged. He rushed to Alexi's side, putting a comforting arm around him.

Dave was trying to open the door, but Cooper was really struggling now. "Blaine! Blaine! Let me go, you oaf! He's my brother!"

"Brother? Blaine?" Kurt repeated, waving to Dave to let Cooper go.

...

It took another hour to talk it all out. Kurt turned off the music, and the private room just seemed depressing with the lights all turned on and the champagne cleared away.

Angela has been summoned when Cooper started yelling at Kurt and Dave, accusing them of sexual slavery. "My little brother disappears for a week, and by pure fluke I find him here? Forced to prostitute himself just to eat? Or do you already have him addicted to heroine, doing your bidding for his daily fix?"

"Calm down, Mr. Anderson. Nothing like that is happening here," Angela said in her most soothing tone.

"How the hell did he even end up here? He lives in San Francisco!" Cooper continued to rant, pointing and gesturing at each one of them in turn. "Do your sex slavers troll around the Castro theatre, plucking up naive virgins?"

Kurt seemed quite taken by this passionate display of outrage, but was also sitting curled up around Alexi, protecting him. Often whispering soothing words in his ear, and rubbing his back. Trying not to chuckle at the term 'naive virgins'. That certainly didn't apply to Alexi.

"Mr. Anderson!" Angela bellowed, stopping his tirade. "Shut the fuck up and sit down. Let's figure this out." She was small but mighty.

Kurt was shocked when the big movie star did as he was directed.

"Now," said Angela in a calmer tone. "You claim this man is your brother. Do you have any proof?"

Cooper frowned at her for a minute and then pulled out his phone. A few swipes later, he was showing them all pictures of the two of them together, going back years, posted on his private Instagram and Facebook.

"Really, he disappeared last weekend. I wasn't notified until he didn't show up at work in Monday. I'm listed as 'next of kin' in his file, since our parents are assholes. I've been going crazy all week, talking to all of his friends, his ex-boyfriend, his co-workers."

Kurt nodded, clearly believing him now. "Did he work a full day on Friday? He was attacked here late Friday night."

Dave nodded, following his logic. "It's a six hour drive."

"Wait," Cooper held up his hands. "Blaine was attacked?" He sounded distressed at the this, on the verge of tears.

Blaine lifted his head, finally looking at his brother. Cooper made a little motion and Blaine ran straight to him, cuddling against his chest.

"Blainey, Blainey, what happened? What did they do to you?" Cooper murmured, kissing against Blaine's temple, holding him tight. Every inch a big brother.

"We didn't do anything but help him. Kurt found him almost unconscious outside the club's back door. Who hurt him?" Angela said, looking tired.

Blaine lifted a tear-stained face from his brother's shirt. He looked like he had been to hell and back. "My memories are back now. I know what happened." His voice was hardly a shaky whisper.

He grabbed a tissue to wipe his face, and blow his nose. "I drove down here after work on Friday, leaving the office around four pm. I made pretty good time. I figured I'd be able to sneak into the man's apartment and find what I needed. He probably would be working until 2 am or later. Plenty of time."

"You broke into someone's apartment. Why?" Cooper asked, holding his hand.

"For you, Coop. Some lowlife piece of shit recorded you getting frisky with a man, and contacted me for blackmail. Threatening to expose that you are gay, and ruining your whole career."

"Oh Blaine. You should have told me. I could have paid someone to handle it. Kept you out of danger," Cooper said softly. "My career isn't worth your safety."

"So, did you find the recording?" Kurt asked, knowing Blaine had nothing on him except clothes when he found him.

Blaine shook his head. "No, because the wonder twins arrived, and they thought I was one of the baddies."

"They weren't baddies?" Dave interjected.

"Apparently not. I tried to explain, but they thought I was lying, and one of them got over-enthusiastic in trying to coerce me to tell the truth. I think I passed out for a while," Blaine said, absentmindedly rubbing that sore spot. "When I came to, they were taking everything out of my pockets and talking about where to throw my body."

"Sounds like baddies to me," Dave grumbled to himself.

"What happened then?" Kurt asked, glaring at Dave to be quiet.

"The blackmailer came back to the apartment and found us all there. He ran off and they chased after him. In the meantime, I got the hell out of there," Blaine said, his big eyes seeming even larger than normal.

Kurt nodded. "That makes sense. You got part way down the alley before you passed out. That's why you didn't have a wallet or anything."

Angela chuckled. "No wonder those thugs kept looking for you! Imagine how freaked out they would have been, coming back and finding their 'body' gone."

"They must have figured out that Blaine he escaped. They wouldn't have been showing his picture around if they thought he was dead," Dave pointed out.

"Well, Blaine and I can sort all that out with the LAPD, once my little brother has twelve hours of sleep, a meal and a hair appointment," Cooper stated, ruffling Blaine's blue curls. "You look like a Muppet like this."

Blaine seemed to revert to a younger version of himself around Cooper. He simply stuck his tongue out at him defiantly.

"Um, wait," Kurt spoke up, as Cooper was guiding Blaine towards the door. "We'd like to say our goodbyes. Can you wait outside?"

Cooper looked at Angela, Dave and Kurt, and then nodded. "Thank you for taking care of him, for keeping him safe. We are each other's family, you know?" He seemed about to cry, and he ducked out of the room.

Dave held his hand out to Blaine. "Well, it's been interesting getting to know you a little, the last couple days. We should all go out for dinner sometime, when things calm down, OK?"

They shook hands, and Blaine thanked him for his help. Dave nodded at Angela and Kurt in goodbye, and slipped out of the room.

Angela stepped forward next, giving Blaine a long hug. "It will be strange calling you Blaine, but I guess it suits you better than Alexi. Take care of yourself, dear."

"Thank you, Angela. You did so much for me. You are really incredible," Blaine snuffed, reaching for another tissue.

Grabbing some tissues herself, Angela waved as she walked out.

Instantly, Kurt and Blaine were holding each other tight, both crying. The whole week had been an emotional roller coaster, and it was a big relief to have the imminent danger gone.

"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt..." Blaine whispered, his voice rough, sounding lost.

"I know, I know," Kurt said back, digging his hands into those blue curls and pulling this man closer, kissing him. So happy for him, but desperately sad too.

Pulling back, Kurt stared at the man he had been living with all week. He had the same slim, muscular body, olive skin and full lips. Same crazy curly blue hair. Same triangular dark eyebrows and thick eyelashes surrounding his large eyes. He gazed into his eyes last, afraid of what he would see there.

It was just as he feared. It was like looking at Alexi's twin. A different man was looking out from those beautiful amber eyes. A man formed by his past, decades of experiences, things Kurt knew nothing about. Kurt's eyes filled with tears, and he sank down on to the sofa, overcome with grief. Alexi was gone forever.

Blaine sat next to him, stroking his back, holding his hand. Doing all the right things. It just made Kurt cry harder.

When he finally looked back at Blaine, he could see how wretched he was feeling too. "I'm so, so sorry, Bl-Blaine." The name felt strange and awkward. "This is for the best. You know it is. You know now, all those things you wondered about all week. Go back to your life with fresh eyes, and be thankful for every part of it."

"Come with me, Kurt. You'd love San Francisco. There's room in my apartment for you, for everything," Blaine said quickly.

Kurt shook his head. "I'll be going back to New York soon. It's where I belong now."

Blaine took his hand. "Stay with me until you go there, then. Live rent free with me."

Tears were still streaming down Kurt's face. "This is hard now. It will even be harder if we put it off," he said firmly, brushing the tears away with impatient fingers. "Think of this week as a mini vacation from your regular life. Some adventure, seeing new things, a fling with a mysterious stranger. But it's time to go home now. Vacation's over."

"You are truly an amazing man, Kurt- Oh fuck! I don't even know your real name," Blaine gave a sound that was a half-sob, half-laugh.

Swallowing hard, Kurt stuck out his hand. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."

Nodding, Blaine shook his hand. "Blaine Devon Anderson."

Hands still clasped tight, they leaned in for a final, lingering kiss. Saying goodbye.

...

-A/N: Oh my... (please don't murder me)...

-Private Dancer: Tina Turner's classic 1984 hit. "The song was originally intended for Dire Straits' album Love over Gold. The instrumental track was recorded, but Mark Knopfler considered the lyrics unsuitable for a male singer, so the track was cut." Tina Turner was quoted as saying, "Someone said, 'Why did you select "Private Dancer"? It's a song about a hooker. Is it because you've been a hooker?' And I was shocked... I didn't see her as a hooker... I can be naive about some of these things. But actually the answer is no. I took it because it was an unusual song. I'd never sung a song like it." (Wikipedia)