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Chapter 4: Fame, Hooker, Prostitute

As Kurt reached the restroom door, he paused wondering if his clothes were really worth whatever hell was on the other side of the Fuck-Box toilets.

Yes, he reminded himself, all my clothes are worth it.

He pushed the squeaky door open and slowly peaked his head around the corner, half expecting an orgy to fly at his face. Thankfully, out of the three stalls, only one seemed to be occupied. His nose twitched at the smell. It's everything that was in the lounge, only with an intensified sex aura, likely due to the lack of windows.

Kurt raced towards the sink, pulling his arms out of his vest. He looked around, wondering where to place it. Certainly not the floor, and there was something that looked sticky on the sink bench. The best option was the foot bin. Emptying the contents on the floor, he tipped it upside down before delicately resting his folded vest on top.

He heard fumbling coming from the middle stall but ignored it, more focused on wiping the sweat from his face, before starting on his shirt. Why was it so hot in here? He thought, looking at the mirror but unable to see his reflection. God, and why was it so smudgy? He didn't want an answer to that question. Kurt snatched some toilet paper from the vacant cubicle to wipe it down.

He heard a buckle.

A zip.

"Fuck," was next, followed by the door being knocked further shut, clearly by someone pinned against it. It was at this point, that Kurt realised the sounds were actually voices and if he didn't hurry, he would be getting front row seats to something he really wished he weren't.

Kurt hurried to the sink, damping the towels to start wiping.

He heard lewd sounds that would make even the most licentious, Santana included, blush.

"Just… like that… Fuck."

His brain short-circuited, not really knowing what to do. Inside he was screaming, Get out! Forget the top! You don't want to hear this! but his feet seemed to be stuck to the alcohol stained floor. His heart was pounding, trying to ignore the ungodly sounds coming from the stall.

He did his best to scrub his vest, reciting Lady Gaga lyrics over and over again.

And then again.

And once more, louder, in his head. Anything to try and drown out the sounds of what was happening behind him. Seconds, minutes, hours could have gone by for all Kurt knew.

And then he heard.. that, and God, he really shouldn't be in here.

There's panting.

A zip.

Then a buckle.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are sex-on-a-stick?"

They're making conversation now? Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"Why won't you kiss me?" one voice said after a grunt.

"-I don't kiss people who are just fucks." Another voice replied, irritated. That much Kurt can tell. He felt on high alert from the unexpected act he just overheard.

"A guy who gets blow jobs in bathroom stalls, doesn't like intimacy?...Fun. I don't like it either." There's more fumbling. Kurt focuses on scrubbing the alcohol out of his shirt, repeating the same lyrics.

-Fame, hooker, prostitute wench vomits her mind. But in the cultural sense, I just speak in future tense. Judas, kiss me if offenced. Or wear ear condom next-

Suddenly, the stall door was flung open and despite actively avoiding looking up into the mirror, Kurt felt a presence beside him. The guy started washing his hands, thankfully not making any motion to strike up a conversation. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief.

But that breath was short lived. Before he knew what was happening, he felt someone inch closer.

"Fancy seeing you here?"

Kurt recognised that voice but continued to work on his top, not looking up.

"Pretty Boy?" a warm beer infused purr caressed his neck, and Kurt's breath caught at the sensation. A hand stops the movement of his own, turning him around.

And there he was. The sexiest man Kurt has ever laid eyes on. Who turned out isn't straight at all (which is a plus), but just so happens to be the type of guy to have sex in dirty bathrooms in seedy clubs, which was the biggest turn off.

Despite this, Kurt allowed the guy to take his hand. Maybe it was the buzz of alcohol running through his veins, maybe because despite his better judgment, Kurt liked the attention from him.

The two played a staring game while the other guy turned off his sink taps. Kurt really looked at the guy then, blue eyes scanning. The blazing lights above them allowed him to see better than he did outside.

His curls had lost most of their volume now. The heat, sweat and sex no doubt contributed to that. His denim jacket was tied around his waist, letting Kurt see how compact he was, and wow. Where Kurt was tall and lithe, this guy was proportioned…Nicely. With Shoulders that were not too broad, and pecks that you could see even with a top on. Pecks that, if desired, you could brush your fingertips across. Which Kurt didn't want to do. At all.

The strangers eyes burned a warm autumn amber and Kurt felt like he was on fire. If looks could seduce, Kurt could only imagine what would be happening right now.

Then the moment broke as the stranger looked over his shoulder at the other guy.

"Thanks for the blowie." He said to his cubicle sex partner. Kurt sneered in disgust again.

"Sure," the other guy said bitterly, knowing he was nothing more than a piece of meat and an open mouth. Well, it's not like you were going to find romance in a club restroom, was it?

Kurt felt crowded between the two of them. He breathed in. Out. Trying to calm his stomach. He suddenly had flashbacks of high school being surrounded by bullies. Except this time, instead of blood, they were out for other bodily fluids. Kurt tried to ignore them in favor of brushing his fingers across his top.

"You've just made my night, handsome." Came the voice. Before Kurt could say anything, he spoke again. "Nobody knows I'm gay." This time, the curly haired guy was reading the top Kurt was wearing, in the mirror. "Well, I'm glad you've made it known." He chuckled.

"And why is that?" Kurt asked defensively.

"It makes all the difference." He steps even closer then, causing Kurt to step back, bumping into the other guy behind him.

"Oh please, as if he needed a top for that." The other guy scoffed as he left the bathroom, leaving Kurt alone with the stranger.

Asshole.

Kurt felt a hand lightly stroke his flank down to his hip before gripping at his belt loop. "You're heating up already baby, and we haven't even started."

Whatever witchery trance Kurt seemed to have been under, broke at those words as if it were 2014 and he just completed the Ice Bucket Challenge. He couldn't believe this guy! Shamelessly hitting on him right after getting a blow job, while the guy who gave him said blow job barely on the other side of the door.

"Get your crummy hands off me. Whore." Kurt said composing himself against the touch. That hand dropped instantly as if it had just been burnt.

Good, at least he respects some boundaries.

"If I had known there were glory holes in here, I would have gone to the ladies. Its guys like you that give us a bad name, and I'll be damned if I become another bathroom stall conquest."

There was a slight pause.

"Sorry, I thought you were waiting to put your mouth to work," He watched Kurt's eyes, through the mirror, widen in surprise at the retort. "I mean," he continued nonchalantly, placing his hands on the sink in front of him, "You must have heard us in there? Heard me? What was it? My moans that kept you here or the thought of you being the one to make me moan?"

He held Kurt's attention for as long as possible before turning around and picking up the vest. He smiled innocently, as he held it out in front of him.

Kurt ripped his vest out of his hands, finding an adequate explanation somewhere in his brain, "I stayed to remove the alcohol from my top. The last thing I wanted - to - to hear was – that." He fumbled slightly, losing some composure.

The stranger licked his lips teasingly, smiling when he caught Kurt's eye trail the movement. Kurt looked away, unsure of what to do next. Nothing had kept him in the restroom, he could have easily gone to the women's toilets. He clenched his teeth at the man's logic. Why had he stayed?

The stranger tilted his head, his eyes travelling all over Kurt's body. His smile oozed with smugness. "Hmm… You know, if you're a virgin there's no need to be embarrassed if you wanted a little taste. I'm more than willing to supply it, free of charge."

Kurt flushed with anger. A deadly storm inside brewing. Voice cold, backing away from the other guy he says, "I don't associate myself with hookers but let me express this in a way I'm sure you'll understand." He pulls out loose change from his pockets, "Here." He chucked the money at the man. "I don't know your rates, but I'll pay you to leave me the fuck alone. Don't stare at me or smile at me. Nothing!"

And just like that, he was gone. Kurt felt satisfied with himself, unaware of how harsh he sounded. He was asking for it, he reassured himself. Kurt strode through the crowd at high speed getting back to Santana, shaking the remains of the last fifteen minutes out of his system.

Santana flung her arms wide and pulled Kurt back into her bosom. "Pretty boy!"

"Pretty boy!" Tina parrots, "I have someone I want you to meet. You'll love him." Kurt knew exactly who Tina was referring to, remembering who she had been with outside the club. He looked at Santana smiling her overly encouraging smile and great, just great, he thought.

"You have so much in common and he's gorgeous, and -"

"- No thank you." He interrupted. After talking with Santana, Tina probably thought he was just as promiscuous as she was, which he was most certainly not.

"Oh, come on," she insisted, looking around quickly before continuing, "I just have to find him. He's the guy you were talking to outside. I knew I was interrupting something there. He liked what he saw," she wiggled her eyebrows, "Trust me Kurt."

For some reason, hearing her say his actual name made him feel uneasy. "Why would I trust you? I don't even know you."

She looked at him in shock, unsure why he was so ruffled by the suggestion. "Oh no – I'm – I didn't mean anything by – I'm sorry."

Okay, maybe he can admit that he was a bit harsh there and was about to apologize for being such a dick when Tina's eyes shifted to the side of him.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say I have an admirer. Decided to take me up on my offer?"

Kurt spun around to face the not-so-stranger and quipped. "Yeah because all I need is an STD. Was I not clear before?"

"Well, fate seems to have brought us together once again." He smiled, and Kurt didn't miss the mischief behind it.

"No, I believe Tina and Santana brought us 'together'." Kurt replied, turning towards the bar. "Shouldn't you be spraying yourself down with disinfectant or something?"

"Nope, only do that on Mondays." God, he is irritating, Kurt thought, though there was a trace of a smile on his lips.

There's a pause, no one saying anything until the stranger leaned against the bar, tapping Kurt to get his attention. "Are you gonna tell me your name?" He queried once Kurt was looking. But Kurt looked askance, saying nothing.

"Seriously, pretty? Despite your assumptions, I do like to get to know the names of the people I intend to fuck."

"Then I guess you'll never know my name." Kurt folded his arms, face full of revulsion. "Look, isn't there another glory hole you could stick yourself in?"

"As a matter of fact, there is, and I'm staring at it." He fired back, choosing to ignore the look on Kurt's face.

That was enough! Kurt couldn't take it anymore.

"Santana. Please," Kurt whined, "Let's get out of this sex dungeon!" Before he even got an answer, he pulled her from her seat pushing through the crowd, leaving the other two, behind.

"I think he's perfect for you."

"Humph." Was his only response.

Song quoted in this chapter was Lady Gaga - 'Judas'. One of my faves.

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