XIV

I Love The Way You Lie.

Favorite Film? – Blaine Anderson

Avatar, yours? – Samuel Evans

Are series included? – Blaine Anderson

Pleece don't say Twilight – Samuel Evans

Harry Potter, actually. I'm a sucker for magic, good beating evil and the will-they-wont-they romance between Ron and Hermione – Blaine Anderson

Never wotched it. Never understud the hipe – Samuel Evans

We are no longer friends – Blaine Anderson

Mayb you can introdoos it to me. I'm pretty open minded – Samuel Evans

For sure. You should try everything twice – Blaine Anderson

Twice? – Samuel Evans

Yep, because the first time could just be crap. – Blaine Anderson

"Why are you so smiley?" Kurt asked as he walked along side Blaine. Although he had nothing to be ashamed of, Blaine blushed and quickly pocketed his cell phone. Kurt frowned for a second before rolling his eyes.

"I've already told you to get to know Sam better. Actually I've encouraged it. Why would you need to hide it from me? Oh my god, that is Sam you're talking to right?"

"Yes, it's Sam." Blaine said affronted. "Stop smiling. That smile shows that you are making something out of nothing."

"Am I? Kurt asked with a smug smile as they both crossed the street over to the entrance of Sylvester's. "There is absolutely nothing there what so ever?"

"Nothing."

"Stop pretending not to be gay Blaine." Kurt sighed and shook his head. "Be free, appreciate your feelings and embrace them actually. You like him and that's allowed, you know."

"Can we not talk about this right now?" Blaine whispered as he spotted Santana walking towards them, looking beautiful and dangerous as ever. She was linking arms with a man with whom Blaine had never seen before. He was pale, slender with a mop of black hair.

"Blaine, Kurt." Santana greeted with a smile. "This is Mason, the replacement straight boy." She introduced casually, flurrying her hands between the three of them.

"You're the new bar boy?" Kurt asked Mason, who nodded shyly. Kurt smiled and held his hand out in front of the newbie. "Welcome to Sylvester's. I work on the…" the words died on his lips, his face paled and before anyone could blink, Kurt had ran through the glass door of the restaurant and disappeared down the stairs.

"Is he Ok?" Mason asked.

"Who?" asked a voice from behind them. Spinning around, all three of them saw Noah Puckerman with a cigarette dangling between his lips. Kurt must of seen him, he was the only one facing that direction. Blaine didn't understand the reaction the chef caused though, usually Kurt would never pass up the opportunity to insult him. "Who the fuck is this?"

"This is Mason, he is Blaine's toy for the evening." Santana answered and that was enough to snap Blaine back to reality. "You're training him up, Sue's orders."

Blaine smiled brightly at Mason and only a half-smile was returned. First day nerves, Blaine thought with a smile, he remembered them well. As Santana, Noah and Mason walked through the door of the restaurant, Blaine pulled his phone out of his pocket to check his messages. Sam hadn't responded. It had only been a couple of minutes since Blaine's text sure, but they had been texting each other all weekend after swapping numbers at Finn's party and Sam was an incredibly speedy replier. At first, Blaine thought that was the reason for the reoccurring spelling mistakes until Sam revealed he had dyslexia and a few girls split up with him in school because of his failing grades. It was weird, but after Sam revealed his secret, each spelling mistake Blaine read made him smile a bit. It just made Sam more endearing. But Blaine refused to think too deep on those thoughts, they were dangerous and wrong. It wasn't healthy to crush on a straight man, no matter how many times Kurt encouraged him to embrace his homosexual feelings. This wasn't the case of Blaine being gay; this was about Sam being straight. And a prostitute. But if Blaine was being honest with himself, it took him a while to remember the escorting part of Sam's life when Blaine thought of the blonde. It just wasn't as important as it once was. Kurt said he was educating himself, but when Blaine thought of Sebastian all he still saw was a whore. It was a messed up thing to think about as a whole and Blaine found talking to Sam about mundane things helped distract him from thinking deeper.

Mason turned out to be pretty easy to train, especially since Sue had scouted him from a bar across town, and all he really needed to know was the recipe for The Hudson, the names and faces on the 'Do Not Serve' list and of course, the deal with Sam and Sebastian. Of course, Mason had to go and make Blaine look like even more of a douche when he simply shrugged at the information and said nothing of it. Santana had given him a pointed look at that, which made Blaine feel small. All in all, it took until roughly three hours into their shift for Mason to blend in comfortably and feel part of the team. Which was more or less the same time Sam came to the bar looking slightly too drunk for someone flying solo at 7pm.

"Sammy, are you alright?" Brittany asked uneasily as she slid a bottle of water across the bar to the blonde. Sam looked at it like it had personally offended him until Brittany gave him such a dangerous look that he gulped and unscrewed the cap. "Only one reason someone would drink this early on their own." Brittany sighed, looking at Sam with morose eyes.

"You have something you don't want." Santana said as she walked passed them. "Or you want something you can't have."

"The latter." Sam mumbled, his glum voice carrying easily across the bar due to the quietness on the floor. Blaine was pretending to look busy with the cash register and he was under the impression that Sam hadn't even noticed him yet. He hoped that was the case, rather than Sam blatantly ignoring him. "But I'm not actually drinking on my own. I was with Sebastian but he is still outside trying his luck with a man who appears to be with his wife."

"No work tonight, then?" Brittany asked, plonking a straw into a tall glass of soda and passing it to a young teenage girl.

It was then that Sam's eyes flickered to Blaine for the first time since his arrival. It was brief and had Blaine blinked, he would have surely missed it. "No." Sam answered curtly and then gave a long, heavy sigh before turning to Blaine completely. "You alright?"

"Fine." Blaine brusquely, agitated about Sam's stupid attitude and long suffering sigh. "What can I get you?"

"A minute to talk?" Sam asked hopefully and the goofy smile spread across his face dousing Blaine's irritation immediately.

"I'm working, Sam."

"I'll hold the fort." Santana interrupted with that all too annoying face. Blaine supposed she was right though, Kurt and Noah hadn't uttered a word to each other the entire shift and several customers had left out of boredom.

"What's up?" Blaine asked as he put the cloth down that he had been using to clean the bar surface. He walked to the end of the bar and leaned his elbows on the crystal worktop and gave Sam a bright genuine smile. He didn't mean to smile so much around Sam or when thinking of him and he had tried several times to rid himself of it, but something about Sam's energy just flooded Blaine's body and left it feeling light and happy. It was addictive.

"Who's the new kid?" Sam asked nodding his head towards Mason as he too laid his elbows on the glass counter, making both their hands nudge each other now and then.

"Mason, Finn's replacement." Blaine informed. "Once upon a time that was my name." he reminded the blonde. "New Kid."

"Still is. I just say it behind your back now." Sam teased and shoved Blaine's hand playfully. "I didn't know Sue was hiring. I mean, it makes sense but I completely forgot."

"Why, would you have applied?" Blaine asked curiously, the thought of Sam swapping serving himself to serving drink seeming very appealing indeed. Sam shrugged nonchalantly. "Noah is leaving soon, maybe you can apply then. I'll even put in a good word with Sue."

"I'm not exactly Head Chef material."

"No Dummy, Mercedes will take over in his place but that means the fish section in the kitchen will be open." Blaine said excitedly, the idea becoming more and more alluring.

"I don't think I'll look good covered in fish guts." Sam laughed.

"You look good whatever you do and you know it." Blaine assured honestly and Sam rolled his eyes. He always got slightly weird and responded non-verbally whenever Blaine praised him and Blaine had the suspicion that being complimented by a gay man made Sam uncomfortable. Blaine seriously needed to work on that. "But you'll definitely think about it right?"

"I suppose I could juggle jobs if I move some clients around." Sam answered with a smile but the smile on Blaine's face fell away instantly. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing." Blaine replied bluntly, feeling annoyed and feeling further irritated for getting annoyed. "I need to get back to work."

And he did, he kept himself busy for the rest of his shift, trying to distract himself from his thoughts, but his attempts were futile. Of course Sam would continue prostituting regardless of a mainstream job; Blaine would be foolish to think otherwise. Sam obviously enjoyed what he did and why shouldn't he? He had no responsibilities, he wasn't hurting anyone. Well, knowingly. It hurt Blaine. Hurt to think Sam thought him only useful for that one thing, that he felt he was helping people regardless of how it made him feel and it made Blaine sick thinking of all those women taking what they wanted and then throwing him away until next time. Like a sex toy void of emotions. And it pissed Blaine off that Sam seemed to be OK with that. Blaine cared for Sam without sleeping with him or paying for him. Blaine enjoyed his company and misspelt texts and humor and geeky attitude. Sam didn't know he was hurting Blaine and Blaine had no right to feel hurt and telling Sam could jeopardize their friendship and Blaine would rather laugh and smile and then feel sad rather than feel sad but with none of the perks.

Sam stayed for a while as well, drinking beer and water in the corner. Sebastian came in around 8pm with a fresh looking bruise on his neck and a smug smile on his face and as usual, flirted relentlessly with Blaine. Blaine kind of admired his determination and even entertained his advances a couple of times by flirting back. Sam watched the interaction closely for a while until he abruptly got up, slammed his glass on the counter and stormed out of the building.

"What the hell?" Blaine asked, watching the blonde march away.

"He's probably in love with you." Sebastian mused with absolutely no humor in his voice. "Wouldn't blame him."

Kurt knew he was fucking up, knew he was creating suspicion, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't look Noah in the eye, let alone communicate with him through insults or otherwise. Noah was no better, he'd taken Kurt's order lists without so much as a word and handed his dishes over while looking anywhere but at him. Kurt couldn't blame him, how could he. But he still kind of did because Noah was the cause of this awkward silent tension.

Friday night had been… interesting. Noah had been as aggressive as ever, flinging insults and being his usual narcissistic self but instead of it ending in a couple of slaps or storming away from each other, Noah had taken it into his hands to switch everything up. He crossed that barrier, that invisible wall that Kurt could silently admit had always been there, and acted on his attraction. And it was hot and wrong and damn right confusing. Kurt shouldn't have gotten as riled up as he did by their heated arguments, but he did. He shouldn't crave the attention, no matter how negative it was, but when it came to Noah, he did. And now it had been confirmed that Kurt wanted him, desired him on a physical level and that thought aroused him and terrified him.

Blaine had asked about the hand print around his throat the next day, with had come up in a deep purple bruise and Kurt had been somewhat honest; he said that Noah did it. Obviously he lied about most of the situation saying it was just an argument that got out of hand and Noah came out of it just as badly. Which might not actually be incorrect because the way Noah had been acting during this shift, he seemed to be affected someway about it as well. That kind of annoyed Kurt, because it was Noah's fault, but he couldn't bring himself to confront him because he himself was guilty of reciprocating. But it had been so good, Noah's lips, his skin, the heat from his crotch was intoxicating and drove Kurt crazy in a completely different yet just as exciting way as their arguments. He was so embarrassed by his reaction and knew it was affecting his work and he saw no way of sorting the situation out without entering a situation he was dubious about.

But whether he wanted to or not was taken out of his hands when a furious looking Quinn stormed up to him and rather rudely dragged him away from a table he had been serving.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Quinn snapped in a harsh whisper that had Kurt's heart racing with fear. The innocent looking blonde looked semi crazed and extremely displeased. "We have lost like 20% of clientele tonight because of you."

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked affronted. "What have I done?"

"What haven't you done would be the correct question." Quinn hissed, poking Kurt hard in the chest. "Sue is going to kill me when she sees the figures tomorrow. Noah!" she screeched like a banshee causing Kurt to wince. Noah snapped his head up from whatever he was doing at the glass barrier and looked straight over at them. He looked nervous and almost frightened as he walked over towards them, his eyes never landing on Kurt. "Both of you, follow me." She commanded and walked brusquely over to the staff room. Kurt didn't even look over at the chef as he followed nervously.

"What's going on? What has he said?" Noah asked, sounding a lot more angry than the fearful image he projected.

"Nothing. And neither have you." Quinn squealed frantically, her hands flapping around manically. "I swear to god, you two best pull something out of your ass's to turn this night around. Stay in here and scream at each other, fight, insult each other's childhood, fuck, I don't care. Just don't leave this room until the passion between you is back in full force." She demanded and then stomped out the room like a melodramatic teenager.

And then the door was shut and the only two occupants of the staff room were an awkward Kurt and a frustrated looking Noah. The silence filled the room and it felt thick and heavy and Kurt felt an atmosphere that was stifling and suffocating and he didn't know how to defuse it. Noah looked no better; he had begun pacing around with his hands on the back on his head. It was silly to notice it such an awkward situation, but Noah's biceps bulged through his chef whites and looked criminally sexy. That heat began simmering inside Kurt's abdomen and he groaned aloud at his pathetic bodily reactions.

"Fuck. Fine!" Noah randomly growled and stopped pacing a couple of steps away from Kurt. He was facing the wall, his shoulders tense and although Kurt couldn't see, he expected the chef had his signature scowl on his face. "We fucked up on Friday."

"We?" Kurt scoffed at the absurd accusation. "You bastard, you instigated it."

"But you enjoyed it." Noah stated, spinning around and finally, finally looking into Kurt's eyes. "You can try deny it all you want, but you can't fucking lie to me." He went on angrily. Kurt gulped in anticipation and arousal; it seemed arguing about sex with Noah was just as much as an aphrodisiac as either individually. "You wanted me as much as I wanted you that night."

"I…" Kurt coughed awkwardly and shuffled on his feet momentarily, drawing him slightly closer to Noah. It was half intentional, Noah was becoming rather loud in his frustrated state and Kurt didn't want to risk anybody overhearing them for a multitude of reasons. "Of course I did. I was drunk."

"You're not drunk now." Noah affirmed darkly and quietly. "And you still want me now. I can practically smell it on you." His eyes were dark and deep and seemed to hold many too questions and so few answers. "You're distracting." And then he huffed and turned back around to face the wall again, angering Kurt in the process.

"Distracting? I'm a distraction to you?" Kurt hissed venomously, grabbing Noah's shoulder and spinning the taller man back around with surprising ease. Noah's jaw was set, his brows drawn and his pupils dilated. An involuntary shiver ran violently through Kurt, so strong that Noah must have seen it.

"Yes. No. I don't know." Noah replied sounding confused and annoyed. On that Kurt could sympathize with him. "This is wrong. We'll lose our jobs." His breath was warm against Kurt's face and the waiter felt his head move slightly towards the heat.

"No we won't, because what happened won't ever happen again." Kurt reassured, squeezing his hand that seemed to still be stuck on Noah's broad shoulder. "Our emotions just got blurred from alcohol and it made us think we wanted something we didn't."

"Yeah." Noah sighed, gulped and then licked his lips, his face so close that their noses were practically touching. "I don't want this."

"I don't either." Kurt barely got out before warm, rough lips were pressed against his own.

This was wrong, it was dirty, it was forbidden and yet, it just all contributed into making it so perfect and irresistible. Noah was like heroin and Kurt was an addict. The chef was destruction and detrimental to his health, offering disaster following a temporary high but Kurt couldn't quit it. Couldn't resist another fix because the high was incredible and knowing somewhere deep in the back of his mind that this was damaging yet being so caught up in the euphoria that nothing else mattered and paled in comparison. Noah was like alcohol to an alcoholic, consuming it because the need and desire was too strong for the body and mind to fight, yet left nothing but headache and regret come morning. Kurt shouldn't like Noah, shouldn't want him any which way the way he did, but he did, so strongly, stronger than any yearning he had ever felt in his life. When his mouth connected with Noah's and moving passionately slowly the way it was, he felt powerful, untouchable, invincible and that feeling was addictive in itself and nothing nor no one but Noah made him feel like that.

That startled Kurt enough to pull sharply out of the kiss and push Noah as far away from him as possible. The realization that Noah Puckerman had somehow gone from his worst nightmare to his fucked-up-feel-good-fix hit Kurt like a wrecking ball. He desired Noah Puckerman. He hungered for him on more than was one level. He craved his attention and longed for his touch and Kurt wasn't sure what that meant. Was he falling in love? Kurt didn't think so, at least the thought of Noah being with someone else didn't fill him with jealousy, and people in love should feel that, right?

"What the fuck are we doing?" Kurt growled to himself and ran his hands roughly through his hair. "This is so fucked up. You can't keep kissing me Noah."

"Me?" Noah laughed bitterly, his eyes still dark, his lips swollen. "You would have kissed me first if you had the balls."

"You're mistaking courage for stupidity, you swine." Kurt snapped loudly and slightly hysterically.

"Keep your fucking voice down. This could cost us our jobs." Noah hissed, clenching his fists by his side.

"Like you give a fuck, you'll be gone in a few months either way. What you going to do, hit me?" Kurt scoffed hearings Noah's knuckles crack under the tight pressure.

"Don't fucking tempt me, you little bitch."

"Don't fucking touch me, ever. In any way, you low life piece of shit." Kurt warned before turning around and storming out of the staff room back into the restaurant floor.

"I wouldn't fucking want to touch a prissy princess like you anyway." Noah roared behind him, following him out for everyone to see. "Get yourself off that pedestal you're on, because you are no way near as important as you make out to be."

"Drop dead Noah, your contribution to this world is abysmal and quite frankly, I'm bored of your superior shit." Kurt snarled, snatching up empty dishes from a table near the middle of the floor. Noah was back behind his barrier in the kitchen looking venomous and dangerous.

And their arguments went on from there. Vicious words were traded, a couple of plates broken and a threat or two was passed. But all throughout, Noah never touched Kurt, no matter how anger he got, not even a push or tap of the hand, nothing. He had respected Kurt's wish and it made the waiter feel a multitude of things from appreciation to guilt to longing.

Quinn approached him saying he was doing an amazing job. Kurt felt like he was fucking everything up.