AN: A new chapter! Finally! I'm such a shame and I'm sorry, my computer recently contracted a virus and I'm saving for a new one and all this other stupid personal stuff, but I won't bore you! You probably want to get to the fic ; )

Warning: This certain drabble features fantasy dub/con! Or dream dub/con? Either way, explicit frottage and sexual engaging shall happen. This particualr drabble also features slightly if you squint Dom!Kurt and Sub!Blaine as well as an age!gap! Cause those are my favourites ; ) Enjoy!

The Night Shift

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Late shifts go by way too slow. They drag on forever and their only purpose in existence was to weaken and crush the spirit of any poor soul suckered (or scheduled) to work them.

Sadly, Kurt Hummel, Lima Ohio's resident retailing bad boy was forced to work Mon-Fri night shifts for the past eight months without break.

NYADA almost appeared like a far off dream, out of reach and out of financial stability for the tattooed brunette, but it was still there. Kurt could see it, money was tight, but his ambitions were going to get him somewhere. And if that meant helping little old ladies carry heavy bags to their mini coopers and reaching up for canned goods the shorter customers couldn't reach, so be it.

He was sick and tired of this job three months in. He was downright finished with it two months in. But money was money, yadda yadda yadda, and if Kurt had one more sickeningly sweet couple give him weird looks when the usually leather-jacket clad boy said his dream was to sing and dance, he would throw himself into the pop fridge.

'Mike's' was a well-known dirty rip-off of 7-eleven in Lima. It was incredibly small and had the tiniest parking lot in existence, so tiny in fact Kurt had to park his bike across the street, because if he were to park in front of the store, customer's (and Mike) would come tearing in saying there was nowhere to leave their vehicle and they could forget their business.

Kurt really wouldn't want that.

So he endured. He parked across the street, and since there was no crosswalk, jay-ran to get through the traffic. He dealt with the ladies who tried to throw expired coupons at him, even though he couldn't explain to Mrs. Giovani that her coupon for milk was up two years ago. And he didn't make a peep of protest when Mike came in with a set of impossible tasks that had to be handled every night.

Tonight's really took the cake.

Kurt. Take down the knick knacks from the top shelf of all aisles and wipe them down with all-purpose cleaner and water.

Did he expect Kurt to piss in a bucket and clean it with that? What else was he going to fucking clean it with?

A ringing by the front desk pounded into Kurt's head.

The door had a small wind chime at the top, that when moved made an incredibly loud sound as if someone were banging together pots and pans with steak knives.

It warned Kurt of anyone coming in; human or not. When dogs heard it they went crazy running in and out, and when Kurt plead with Mike to take it down, Mike refused because his Nana gave it to him.

So Kurt was fucked.

He walked up to put Mike's note on the desk and greet the customer but froze. A man in his forties, clear cut and shaved to an impeccable standard was standing at the door. He was reading over a shopping list in red scribble and peering around the store every so often. He was dressed in a suit almost too fancy to be living in Ohio and every now and then he would rub his face in thought.

Kurt was not licking his lips at the sight of the dark stubble. He simply wasn't.

Making sure his disgustingly bright red work shirt was straight and that he didn't smell of all-purpose cleanser and water, Kurt pasted on a seemingly charming smile and approached the dark-dressed man.

"Welcome to Mike's, anything I can help you find?"

The man looked up from his shopping list, took in Kurt's heavily tattooed appearance and work attire and sneered.

The smile on Kurt's face was gone in a split second.

His pose went from slightly welcoming to full on attack mode. He brought up defenses he didn't even know he had.

"No thanks. I'll manage."

And with that the older man was off in the direction of the chips aisle and Kurt could feel his nostrils flare.

"Whatever asshole, you'll be dead before I'm 30, so go fuck yourself."

Kurt took off in the direction of his cleaning products and step ladder and began to take down the ornaments and knick knacks from the top shelf.

About halfway into cleaning and swearing under his breath, a non-too polite cough interrupted him.

Seeing as the door had yet to chime, Kurt automatically knew who was waiting for him at the bottom of his ladder.

He peered down from the shelf to see the same older man; this time with one of Mike's poorly put together plastic wire baskets, already half-filled with chips and salsa.

"Excuse me" came the pestering voice and Kurt had to keep himself from repeating the same words in a slightly higher and more mocking tone of voice.

"Yes?" Kurt replied. His eyes took in the sight of the man gazing up at him.

"You work here don't you? Can you help me find the sour cream and guacamole?"

"I thought you said you could manage." Kurt smirked as the man gave him a slightly withering glare.

"Well I can't find any in the places where I'm looking and my party starts in an hour. Are you going to help me or not?"

Kurt reluctantly set down the towel paper and spray and began the small trek down the ladder.

When at face with the man, Kurt was a couple heads taller and he had to hold back a grin at the thought of the older man on his knees choking filthily around his cock.

"This way" Kurt replied and they made their way down the canned goods aisle to the produce fridge beside the pop coolers.

"I already looked here" the man snarked and Kurt blew air through his mouth to stop him turning around and decking the guy.

He took one look at the empty spot of sour cream and reached behind the mayonnaise which he was truly disgusted they carried.

When he pulled back his hand was clutching a container of sour cream.

The man looked slightly startled.

Kurt grinned. "You know how shoppers put what they want behind other items so they can get it later without anyone else getting to it? I hate when they do that, but anyway, same thing happens here." Kurt handed the man the container "But in this case it's just little old ladies doing it."

The man took the sour cream and placed it in his basket, before Kurt could leave the man called for him again.

"Excuse me" the man had a hand on his hip, "guacamole?"

The attitude of this guy was giving Kurt a good work's week headache and he turned with his lips pursed.

He went looking through the fridge again and grabbed another container, this one with 'guacamole' written on the front.

He handed it to the man, and with a sigh of grief that made Kurt's eye twitch the man left down the aisle without so much as a 'thank you.'

Kurt went back down to his aisle and started up the ladder again. Dark thoughts were crossing his mind about the man in his store.

"Someone needs to teach that spoiled little rich boy some good manners." He grabbed the spray bottle and went to work cleaning the top aisle. Kurt couldn't help but let his mind wander while he worked. He could teach the guy a few manners….

"Excuse me" the man had a hand on his hip, "guacamole?"

Kurt turned with an angry stance, his eyes dark and the man backed up in surprise at the sight, but Kurt was already stalking forward.

He grabbed the older man by the throat, causing him to drop his basket and spilling chips and salsa everywhere, but neither man gave it a second glance as Kurt pressed the man against the glass of the fridge.

He pushed himself against the man who gasped and grabbed at Kurt's hand, trying to frantically make him let go, but Kurt held tight.

He sneered at his captive, one of his hands making their way down to the bulge against his thigh. "You talk a lot of shit for a man whose dick can't even fill out my hand."

The man began angrily thrashing, shouting at him to let him go, but Kurt merely ignored him, getting to work at unzipping his pants, and at that the man became almost still.

"Please he gasped, "you can't, I-"

"No…." Kurt purred, letting himself drop before the man and getting to work at pulling his cock through his jeans. The sound of a moan made him smirk with pride, "I can do anything I want with you, can't I? You'd let me" Kurt sneered, his pierced tongue peeking out to lick the small hole at the top of the man's cock.

The shudder it produced hit Kurt to his very core. "Someone likes getting head" Kurt grinned as the dick in front of him was already leaking pre-come at an alarming rate. Kurt moved forward with a groan and sucked the head into his mouth.

The man ran his fingers through Kurt's hair, grasping tightly as he leaned back with a groan. The fridge was cold at his back, the hot mouth on his cock more than made up for it.

Kurt pulled off with a wicked grin, enjoying the way the man whined, trying to get Kurt's mouth back where it was.

"I think" Kurt tapped the head of the man's cock with a cheeky grin, "someone owes an apology to someone else for being very, very rude when they talked to him."

With that he slid back up the older man's body and pressed their chests together, moving his lips behind the man's ear to whisper "I'm waiting" and bite at the man's earlobe.

When he didn't do anything but moan and try to pull Kurt closer, Kurt grabbed for his cock and gave it a tight squeeze. The man cried out in pain as Kurt raked his fingernails down it.

"Sorry" he blathered, arching into Kurt's touch, "I'm sorry, please excuse me sir, excuse me, excuse –"

"Excuse me?"

Kurt blinked into the open sight of the top aisle shelves and looked down in surprise at the man beneath his ladder.

The look of annoyed anger was back on the man's face and Kurt had a nasty thought of smacking it off of him.

"What." No point in being polite now.

"Is there anyone working the front till?" the sassy remark followed his hand on his hip once more and a look that would make any other employee cower and run.

Kurt merely slapped the wet paper towel down and made his down the ladder and down the aisle to the cash register, the older man hot on his heels.

"Sorry to keep you waiting" Kurt smiled tersely, scanning the man's items and bagging them without a second look.

"13.45 please" Kurt drawled as the man double checked the computer screen for error.

"You can take these off" the man slapped a bag of whole wheat nacho chips back on the counter, "and I'll only take one of the 2L Pepsi's."

The older man peered through the bag again and nodded satisfied as Kurt voided the items.

"A crime" Kurt murmured under his breath, but the man heard and glowered as he handed over the money.

"Thanks" Kurt purred, "Have a great time at your party."

The man sniffed and grabbed his bag; and with a turn of his heel, was out the door before Kurt could blink.

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Kurt didn't see the man again until about three weeks later into his third night shift of the month. Mike had set him up with another meaningless task of changing food items throughout the store, which was pretty easy in itself when the store was really half the size of any other regular store.

And though cleaning the store was Kurt's least favourite task, sorting and moving items in the store got Kurt's creative juices flowing, and since Mike usually gave him free range he happily got to re-arrange the store to his liking.

He was halfway done moving the small arrangement of spices when the door chimed and Kurt made his way up to see and greet the customer.

The halt in his movements this time was purely out of annoyance.

The same dark-haired man was at the front of the store. A small weekly store flyer lay in his hands, his eyes scouring it like it was his purpose in life.

"Welcome to Mike's" Kurt repeated with a tight lip, "Can I help you find anything tonight?"

The man looked up once and then back to his flyer. He seemed just as annoyed when he responded with a cool "no" and headed off to the right of the store.

Kurt shook his head and made his way back to the spice aisle and began to sort and re-arrange paprika with French fry seasoning.

He couldn't help it when his thoughts wandered this time.

"Can I help you with anything tonight?" His eyes darkened as the man blushed a soft pink, his fingers white from gripping the store flyer so tightly.

His pools of hazel looked up from under a thick coating of lashes and with a small swipe of his tongue set Kurt off like a firecracker.

He was on the man in three long strides, pressing him to the counter. The flyer rustled from the man's hands and spread across the floor as the two slammed against the cash counter. Kurt grasped the man's face tightly between his hands as he rubbed their lower half's together.

Their mouths slanted together roughly as Kurt kissed him, mouths popping occasionally from open gasps for air. The man gasped and groaned angrily as Kurt pushed him down.

"Only one of us can top baby" Kurt purred as his hands pushed up the man's shirt, exploring smooth skin that led to darker chest hair that Kurt couldn't help running his fingers through.

"You come back for me?" he grinned as the man threw his head back to give Kurt better access to his throat.

Kurt eagerly layered it with rough, bruising kisses, pushing his fingers over the dark mane of the man's hair and gripping painfully tight. He began slamming his lower body against the man's, not bothering with the man's pleasure, eager to get some frottage going before the man came anywhere close to his senses.

The older man made weak grabs for Kurt's arms, scratching dark lines up and down his arms, making a weak attempt at trying to stop him, but moaning loudly when Kurt re-attached their mouths.

"You want more? You gotta use your manners" Kurt sneered, his hand moving to play with the man's nipple, giving it a small tweak and leaning down to reward the man with his hot mouth.

"Please, please" the man gasped, "more, pleaseeeee" he drawled, drunk from Kurt's advances. Kurt grinned at his helpless lover, taking to his navel and licking strips up and down his stomach.

"Manners, begging; almost the same thing when you think about it" Kurt laughed as he pinned the older man's hands above his head, "beg for me sweet stuff ,beg like the good little whore I know you are come on come on and beg for me, are you-

"Are you even aware of what the word work means anymore" a snooty voice sprung out of nowhere.

Kurt blinked openly as he stared at the black pepper in his hand. He had gone so deep into his mind, he had lost track of his surroundings and ended up staring into space. Great work Kurt.

"Sorry?" he blinked again and turned to the older man above where he was crouching, staring at the bottle of black pepper.

"I've been calling for you for a while now" the man huffed, his right hand still clutching the store flyer and his other rose in a questioning manner.

Kurt couldn't help the smirk that made its way onto his face. "You missed me" he grinned as the man looked taken aback.

"Hardly" he hissed, "Show me this" and he pointed to the Lysol on sale for $2.99.

Kurt stood on slightly shaky limbs, the blood flowing back slowly. He stretched long, his hand spreading to the top, fingers lacing and a small peeking of skin where his shirt rode up.

He pretended not to notice when the man's gaze lowered and he licked his lips.

"This way" Kurt responded, heading down a familiar aisle with toilet paper and tissue boxes. On the second shelf a bunch of sales items had been clustered together.

Kurt went to grab one for the man, but a hand halted him.

"I can get it" the man sniped, snatching one that smelled of lemons and walking back down the same aisle. He snapped his fingers aggressively and shouted over his shoulder for Kurt to hurry up as he stormed down the aisle.

It took everything in Kurt not to hurl himself after the man, grab him by the ass and slam his face against the nearest shelf until his face was battered and bruised.

It had to wait as the man was already at the till counter and Kurt really didn't feel like dragging him back down to apologize. So he rung up the purchases, bagged his items, and gave the man a small, what he thought was a polite, but tense smile, and wished him a good night as he walked out of the store in an irritated huff.

Kurt wouldn't see him for another month.

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It was Superbowl night and one of 'Mike's' busiest nights of the year.

As such, Kurt was always scheduled with someone else; to help lessen store theft and increase customer service and potential shopping overhaul with some patrons. Tonight Kurt was working with Rebecca.

A blonde high school student who was trying to get into Stanford and was saving as much as possible, but only working three nights a week as opposed to Kurt's five.

Which meant she didn't handle as much and had lots of questions that relied on Kurt to answer and take care of, like handling store theft, customer service and helping out patrons.

Kurt was in the middle of explaining to an elderly customer how their driver's license couldn't work as a bank card, when the door chimed and the man walked through the door.

He was dressed delicious. In a tight black t-shirt and yoga pants that accentuated his assets to a T; for a snobby guy who Kurt kept seeing in rich expensive clothes, the man made casual look good.

Trying to ignore the man openly staring at him, Kurt continued to point out to the customer that his bank card was still in his wallet and he really couldn't use the licence.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Kurt could see the man going to the front of the aisles, staying near the front display cases, checking things out, but sticking his back to Kurt.

The. Little. Fucking. Brat. He knew how he looked tonight. Quite purposely he was in Kurt's line of sight with his back turned, giving Kurt a fantastic view of his well-rounded ass. It was big, almost to the point it jiggled when he moved, and Kurt was glad he was behind the counter right now, because anyone in a five foot radius would see the boner tenting his pants.

He grit his teeth, blood rushing everywhere but his head, he gripped the counter as he looked down in feigned interest of the elderly man pointing out how Kurt was confused that both cards were green and he really needed to get out of here.

Kurt pretended to swipe the card, and while the man was distracted grabbed the right card and rung that up instead, quickly placing it back in his wallet and then handing the man his receipt and purchases.

After wishing the man a good night Kurt hurried from around the corner and dashed off to the back room, shouting to Rebecca to manage the front as he went on break, never noticing the large smirk the older man carried as he exited the store on his way out.

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Kurt's almost done his night shift. He's just about to finish locking up when the door chimes and he feels irritation spread through his body.

Making his way to the front to tell the current customer that they're closing he's stopped in his tracks when the older man is standing in the doorway, a large coat is hanging off his shoulders.

It's not the man that startles Kurt to a halt, but what he's wearing underneath.

Lingerie.

Dark pink and lacey.

Kurt nearly has a heart attack.

The older man has a lustful look on his face; he's fingering the coat gently, like he's going to drop it at any second, but only Kurt can tell him when.

Kurt swallows thickly and the man steps closer. "I've got a thing for retail boys" the man whispers in Kurt's ear when he's close enough.

Kurt doesn't stop his hands an inch as they move down and grasp a hold of the man's ass cheeks.

The man nuzzles into Kurt's neck and moans.

"I've got a thing for older guys" Kurt breathes into his hair, giving the cheeks a good squeeze and lifting the man to the counter.

The man gives a surprised squeal, but then eagerly wraps his arms around Kurt's neck, lacing his fingers behind his head and tangling his legs behind Kurt's back.

"Fuck me" the man groans, throwing his head back as though a moment more without Kurt inside him will leave him in anguish, "please" he stresses and runs his fingers up Kurt's back.

"You learned your lesson?" Kurt mutters as he pushes the coat from the man's shoulders, biting at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, pulling back with a wicked grin.

The man lets out a breathy gasp, "yes, I'm sorry for being so rude before, I needed you to punish me" he nuzzles pleadingly against Kurt's neck, "I need you" he gasps again, "I need you to fuck me so badlyyyy" he hisses out as Kurt fingers at the lingerie.

"I will" Kurt promises and lays the man down on the counter, crawling over him and unlooping his belt from his work stationed pants. He binds the man's hands and sits with all his weight on the man's crotch, "when you earn it."

He ignores the desperate sob and pushes up the sleeves of his work shirt to show more sleeves of tattoos lying beneath it. He rests the man's bound hands above his head and begins bending the man's legs and peeking through the see through underwear.

Then he wakes up from his dream. And he's pissed.

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Its two minutes to the beginning of his last night shift.

Kurt's sent in his notice two weeks in advance, and Mike nearly loses his shit because the fat tub of lard has none else to cover for the rest of the week, but that's not nearly close to Kurt's problem.

He's had enough. He's got a life, and enough money to get him to New York and pay off the first two years of NYADA. He'll get a better, less shitty job in New York when the time calls for it; nowhere close to a convenience store, and not a minute past the end of an evening.

He's had enough of night shifts.

His thoughts keep moving to the older man and he wants to strangle himself for thinking about him.

He stocks the new magazines and re-organizes the liquor fridge. He hears the front door chime and he makes his way to the front of the store to tell the customer to "fuck off" because he's off in less than an hour and he plans to drink himself stupid and take home a boy that screams like he's dying.

When he comes to the front he stops. The man is standing at the counter. He's shaved, tussled his curls and smells of a sweet fruity flavour that Kurt wishes he hated.

His mouth opens to tell the man to "fuck off" and they pounce on each other.

He grabs the older man and slams him across the cash counter; he wrestles him down and holds him down by his throat as he rips off the man's jeans.

"You little slut" Kurt sneers as he rips into the man's clothing, "you planned this" he growls out as he tugs off the belt holding him back.

"Please" the man gasps, and the bastard spreads his legs and throws his head back to give Kurt easy access to his neck and jaw.

Kurt layers it all with his mouth, tongue, teeth; he kisses all the way down the man's body and grabs a hold of his cock through his jeans. He all but tears them off and begins pumping and tugging at his cock until he hardens.

He moves the man up to his cock, and watches in satisfaction as the mouth falls open without hesitation.

He's leaking and the man is so eager for it. He licks his lips and lets Kurt drag him towards it. He grips the man by his hair and forces his cock down his throat. Chokes him with it. Listens to him gagging and forces more down. The man doesn't do anything but move his hands and grab Kurt by the ass.

He helps Kurt pump into his mouth, trying to gain some control, but Kurt leans his head back down and moves the man's hands out of reach and continues to shove in harder and harder. The warm mouth tries to do its job desperately, the man tonguing hard and swallowing as much as he can around the hard cock.

Kurt gives a shout and slams in one last time, filling the man's mouth with his release. His cum leaks out of the man's mouth, and even positively wrecked, the man brings his hand up and stares Kurt in the eyes as he pushes the drooling cum back into his mouth and swallows and cleans up what he hopes is every inch.

Kurt moves down and licks clean the bit the man couldn't get to. He moves to the man's mouth and pushes the rest into it, they battle their tongues together and the man slackens as Kurt shoves his tongue in forcefully.

He moves around and pulls the older man into his lap. They're panting when Kurt leans back and the man rests his head against Kurt's chest.

"You gonna be a good boy for the rest of the night?" Kurt questions as he runs his hand through the man's hair.

The older man nuzzles into Kurt's neck and whines softly, curling against the hard chest and pressing kisses to Kurt's neck.

Kurt grips him by the back of his hair and tugs him back forcefully.

"Are you." Kurt hisses, "Going to be a good boy."

The man looks him in the eyes and starts to slide them closed as he goes for a kiss.

Kurt slams him against the counter and the man cries out, pain and pleasure mixing together. Kurt grins as he moves down, "I'll take that as a no. Silly slut, you've made a death wish."

The older man grins up at him and spreads his legs once more, he's hard and aching and Kurt can't help leaning down to slant their mouth together in a brutal kiss.

"You were quite rude every time you came in here. What was it…..three times? For each time you have to be punished" Kurt smirks as the man looks up in eager delight, "I'm going to punish you" Kurt purred, "and it's gonna take a while."

The older man tugged him down impossibly close.

"Hey," he licked his lips sensually and gave a small thrust that had Kurt moaning, "We have all night."