Blaine woke up the next day at Brody's couch. Brody was already gone. It was 9:00 AM and he was starving. He had headache and he was feeling dizzy. At least I'm not pregnant; he thought and smiled at his own joke. Some minutes after, he heard the mailman bringing Brody's mail while he was preparing scrambled eggs. After breakfast, Blaine prepared some popcorn and sat on the couch to watch Beverly Hills 90210. He was being a couch potato and he hated that. He wanted to help Brody somehow. It was killing him to know that Brody had a lot of bills to pay and a lot of debts and he didn't even have a job.

Blaine was decided to get a job. Brody said it was alright, but he needed some financial help and he wanted to be somehow helpful. He took the newspaper and started to look for a job. He should've known how hard it is to find a job in New York. There were some available jobs, like baby sitter, waiter, gardener, butler, stripper, shopping assistant… Hold on! A stripper? He was out of his mind. His dad didn't invest all that money in education to raise a stripper. On the other hand, this was only temporary. Plus, Sam said they paid very generously.

He thought about this opportunity for some minutes, drinking a cup of exported coffee. Finally, he decided to dial the number and in a couple of minutes he got an audition. He's never felt uncomfortable with his body. Who would feel uncomfortable with it after making love in the middle of Central Park?

"When can I go audition?" Blaine asked in the phone.

"As soon as possible. We don't want skinny boys or fatties, so don't make us waste our time" said the man at the other side of the phone.

"S… sure."

One hour later, Blaine was outside Chicken Strips, one of the most popular Night Clubs in New York City. Of course, it was closed since it was so early. Blaine knocked the door, and waited until a tall muscular man with silver hair, probably in his early fifties, opened the door.

"So, you're the stripper" the man said, smiling, showing some gold teeth.

"I… I guess so" he said confused. Nobody mentioned he needed to have experience. In any case, he was pretty sure Brody would call him a professional stripper if he needed any reference.

"Come in!" The man said and pulled him inside the club. "My name's Shawn Smythe."

"Smythe? Are you related with Sebastian Smythe by any chance?"

"Do you know my nephew?" the man asked surprised.

"Well, he's kind of my friend." I don't need to mention he was in love with me or that he threw a slushie at me, he thought.

"Kind of, huh" the man said, looking at him with a strange smile. "Are you…"

"Gay? Yes, I'm openly gay. I actually have a boyfriend. Sebastian and I are only friends by the way."

"And your name is…?"

"B-Blaine. Anderson."

"Why are you so nervous? Chill out! Show me what you got!"

Shawn showed him the way to the stage where Blaine stood firmly, closing his eyes. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a red tie and black jeans.

"Ready?" Shawn asked.

"Yes."

Blaine started to dance slowly as the song Sex Bomb by Tom Jones played in the background. He started to dance while he untied his tie. Meanwhile, Shawn sat next to a Fat DJ Woman, supervising Blaine.

Now you found the secret code
I use to wash away my lonely blues well
So I can't deny or lie cause you're a
Sex bomb sex bomb you're a sex bomb uh, huh
You can give it to me when I need to come along give it to me
Sex bomb sex bomb you're my sex bomb
And baby you can turn me on baby you can turn me on
You know what you're doing to me don't you. ha ha,
I know you do

Blaine threw his tie to the floor as he started to unbutton his shirt. He turned around and moved his hips and his butt. The DJ screamed with delight. Blaine turned again, facing the empty club, with his shirt opened and he started to unzip his pants, moving swiftly. When he was on that stage, all his fears disappeared and he wasn't unsure of himself. He threw his shirt to an empty table and he removed his pants. Blaine was dancing in his underwear in that stage, while he continued singing Tom Jones' anthem to sexual intercourse.

You can turn me upside down inside out
You can make me feel the real deal uh uh
I can give it to you any time because you're mine
Ouch, sex bomb, aw baby

"That's enough" Shawn said as he stopped the music. "You start working on Friday."

Blaine smiled and picked up his clothes. He was going to make Brody proud.

"I think my ovaries exploded" said the DJ.