The days passed by as usual and soon, and he received a call once again.

He was still trying to get used to the whole going to the client, instead of them coming to him. But he did as he always did ,and brushed it off. He had a small bag with him wrapped around his shoulders. His change of clothes were in it, knowing he was going to need it.

When he arrived at Kurt's apartment he knocked, waiting for Kurt.

He heard footsteps and Kurt open the door smiling,Blaine smiled back weakly. Kurt stepped aside for Blaine to walk in,once he did. Kurt turned, and headed towards the kitchen. "I'm about to make dinner, will you join me?".

"uh-No that's alright", Blaine says.

The sound of water running filling the silence that was left when he spoke.

Blaine watched as Kurt dried his hands on a white cloth turning to look at Blaine.

"It's already served, come join me for dinner". Kurt insisted, looking at Blaine in a way that gave him no choice but to stop, and nod in agreement.

"Good" Kurt smiled happily. And he followed Kurt into the kitchen.

"Sit" Kurt commanded ,tapping on of the dining chairs.

Blaine did as told, hesitantly sitting he removing his bag from his shoulders and laying it on the ground next to his chair suddenly feeling very awkward.

Kurt sat down ,laying a cloth napkin over his lap.

Blaine felt so awkward there, he didn't know what to do with himself. Sitting on someone's chair, the idea of eating in someone's home, a client's home, made him very nervous. He felt like he was crossing a line.

"Eat Blaine," Kurt spoke as he saw Blaine still in his chair.

He looked up at Kurt and down at his plate, swallowing nervously as he picked up his fork ,and began to eat.

They ate in silence, only the sound of the silverware hitting the porcelain plate could be heard. Kurt ate with such manner, his poster , the way he picked up and sat down his knife with such delicacy baffled Blaine. Kurt was so put together all the time, even in his own home, Blaine couldn't help but envy that.

Blaine still had manners, of course, he did, he knew how to use his silverware, he'll never forget the way his father became upset when he did something wrong at dinner.

Kurt watches him, studying the way he maneuvered himself. He smirked, the boy certainly had more to him then some baggy jeans and a worn out sweater like when he first met him.

"So Blaine, do you like music?" Kurt said,taking a bite of his food.

Blaine froze, out of everything, Kurt had to ask that.

" I was just wondering, I see you staring at my piano every time you're over."

What! He hadn't realized he was doing that.

"So" Kurt smiled, "can you play?"

Blaine began to shake a little, " it-it's been awhile" Blaine mumbled, looking at Kurt nervously.

Kurt smiled "Well, I'd have to ask you to play sometime. See if you remember anything"

Blaine nodded shyly, even though Kurt couldn't see him. Since he'd gone back to eating peacefully at his food.

But the thought of playing the piano send a thrill down his spine.

The rest of the dinner they ate in silence. Soon Kurt stood, his plate finished and ready to be washed. "I'll wash " Blaine volunteered,not meaning to sound so desperate.

Kurt looked at the boy, eyebrow raised. He looked at him ,reading the boys need for what it was ,and agreed. Not wanting him to keep hanging on to that feeling. That need to do something in order to not feel as if he was in debt to Kurt.

Blaine thanking Kurt for the meal politely, proceeding to take the plate from Kurt's hand, and going to work on them.

Kurt sighed and chuckled at the boy. But Blaine didn't notice Kurt shaking his head and sighing in disbelief, he wondered how he got like this. Accepting a simple meal and converting it into something he had to repay.

who made him like this.

Blaine was almost finished with the dished when Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist startling him and causing him to drop the plate he was holding into the sink.

Kurt couldn't help but grin against Blaine's ear "relax" he said softly and waited patiently until Blaine relaxed in his hold. Once he did ,he began to slide his hands up Blaine t-shirt slowly. Feeling the soft skin and tight muscles. He found a nipple and tweaked it until it became hard. Blaine's chest began to rise and his breathing soon became shaky.

Kurt moved his hand down to palm against Blaine's crotch, "get hard for me", he whispered in his ear, sucking on the sensitive earlobe.

Blaine whined as he began to rock his hips against Kurt's hand. His length began to harden as Kurt stroke the thick membrane through his jeans.

The tip of his cock poked out of his low jeans as it rose. Kurt began to play with the precum on the head, making Blaine moan.

"Kurt," Blaine said breathless ,as Kurt continued to stroke. "Bedroom" he managed to say.

"mhmm," Kurt hummed in agreement. He licking his lips as he took one last look at Blaine before taking his hand and walking backward towards the bedroom in a knowing way. Blaine hung his head blushing as he bit his lip walking towards Kurt. Kurt smirked, turning around dragging Blaine to the bedroom.

Once inside, Kurt hovered over Blaine. Kissing and biting his skin as he stripped him naked. He sucks on his nipple, loving the reaction from Blaine. He worked lower, licking a long stripe up his length. Blaine moaned,wiggling at the sensitivity.

He sucked on the head,swallowing the whole length, bobbing his head as he sucked. Blaine's back bent as he struggled to suppress a moan. His hand fell on Kurt's hair ,blushing as he looked down at the view. He pushed down slightly on Kurt's head to encourage him, wanting more.

Kurt lifted himself up,releasing Blaine. He grinned at him, wiping the saliva from his mouth that had dripped down his chin with his hand.

Kurt watched Blaine,his mouth was slightly open and his cheeks red and flushed.

Kurt crawled up the bed to catch Blaine in a wanting kiss. Their tongues entwined as saliva dripped down their chins. Blaine moaning as he sucked on Kurt's tongue ,tasting himself. He sucked harder searching for that bitter taste of pre-cum.

Kurt separated them turning his attention to suck on a spot that made Blaine's leg feel like jelly and a small whimper to escape.

"Want you to ride me," Kurt said with a rough voice into Blaine's ear. Making him shivered as the breath of Kurt's voice tickled his ear.

"yes," Blaine said breathlessly at the idea.

Kurt put his hand on Blaine's waist, raising him off the bed and turning them around so Blaine's ass rested on his thighs.

Kurt reached into the nightstand drawer, he grabbed Blaine's hand and smeared some lube on his fingers.

"Prepare yourself, I want to watch," Kurt said as he kissed Blaine's abdomen, nibbling on the skin.

Blaine could have sworn his face couldn't get any redder before he heard those words.

Blaine reached behind ,biting his lip as he circled the rim of his ass with his finger ,smearing the lube.

He moaned as he inserted a finger ,not stopping until he reached the last knuckle. Wanting Kurt inside of him fast.

He started to move his finger in and out ,quickly adding a second. And he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling. Kurt put his hands on Blaine's thighs ,rubbing them in a confirming way. He licked his lips as he took the boys cock in his hand. Stroking it painfully slow.

Blaine whined ,opening his eyes and leaning forward to meet Kurt in a kiss.

Blaine shoved a third finger inside of himself quickly "ok, I'm ready" he said breathlessly against Kurt's lips. He was so eager to have Kurt's cock inside him.

Kurt reached around ,inserting his finger alongside Blaine's making sure he was stretched enough. Blaine jerked, crying out at the intrusion.

Kurt removed his fingers, as Blaine promoted himself up. lining himself up with Kurt. The head of Kurt's cock putting a delicious pressure on his rim. He bit his lip, sliding down onto Kurt's cock, a moan escaping both of them as he felt Kurt's cock stretch him ,making him feel full once again.

Once Kurt's cock had fully disappeared inside Blaine he whined, grinding his hips desperately.

"Move darling," Kurt says, helping Blaine raise his hips.

Blaine nodded ,working his hips and using the muscles on his thighs to slide Kurt's cock in and out. Feeling the intrusion ,hot and heavy. He could feel the pulse of Kurt's cock, and it made his dick twitch excitedly.

Seeing the pleasure on Kurt's face should make him want to vomit. A man using him for pleasure, he should not enjoy this. But the feeling of Kurt's cock inside of him. Made his mind spin,he didn't know what to think anymore. And as Kurt cock hit that wonderful spot inside of him ,all he could do was through his head back and moan at the pleasure that shot through him.

He continued to ride Kurt,pace speeding up. desperately searching for release. he couldn't help it, his cock was so hard and leaking ,he just wanted to cum.

He started to ride Kurt hard, the only thing on his mind was to cum, cum and everything will be alright. He could hear Kurt's soft moans as he whispered sweet goodness into Blaine's ear. Telling him how good he was doing. What a good boy he was.

"Fuck" Blaine cursed,thighs getting tired.

Without missing a beat,Kurt raised them up off the bed. Blaine gasped,shocked at the sudden movement. His back landing,and bouncing off the bed lightly. Bodies still connected even after the sudden change in position.

Kurt hovered over him, wasting no time his hips quickly fucking into Blaine.

Blaine sobbed,His face scrunching up and mouth dropping in pleasure.

Kurt was being a little rough than usual, but he was surprised that he didn't mind too much. All he could think is how good it felt when Kurt pounded into him.

Kurt groaned,he could feel his orgasm close. He mouthed at the boy's skin ,the room smelled of pure sex and sweat and it made him groan.

This boy did things to him whenever he was with him. His body fell weak towards him, Yet so in control at the same time.

"Please" Blaine whined "I'm so close"

Kurt nodded,sweat dripping down his forehead. He brought a hand between them. Jerking Blaine quickly. He could feel it too. The tightness in his balls,and the aching for release. All he wanted was to make Blaine cum ,to see the pleasure on his face as he reached his orgasm. To hear him-

"Kurt"

Fuck

"I-i can't-" Blaine moaned, struggling to keep from crying out. And with a particularly long, solid stroke,he froze,shaking. And keened, throwing his head back as he spilled his cum all over Kurt's hand and his own body.

He felt Kurt's hand grab his hip, the hold tightening as he felt Kurt come inside him.

.::.

Blaine entered the coffee shop, there were a fair amount of people there. An older man sat in the back corner reading the latest issue of vogue, two girls sat in their own table chatting endlessly. While a few others sipped their coffee in peace. There were some empty tall chairs with a small round table in the middle enough for two, one of which was occupied by Sam.

Sam caught his eye ,waving him over. He smiled walking over and sitting in the seat in front of Sam.

"Here, this one's yours," Sam said ,sliding a cup of coffee over to him.

"Thank you," he said,taking a sip and smiling as the medium drip touched his tongue.

"Did you have a lot of trouble finding this place? "Sam asked.

"No, I was close by " he answered,taking another sip of his coffee.

"Blaine,you live like 20 minutes away" Sam huffed.

"Yeah well...I was... with Kurt ,you know...my client"he said biting his lip. He hadn't told Sam Kurt's name or spoken about him since he told him.

Sam smiled "So his name is Kurt? " he teased.

Blaine nodded " yeah… Kurt Hummel" he didn't know why he needed to make it clear ,but he wanted Sam to know, he trusted him.

"So how was it?" Sam asked eyebrows raised.

"What?" Blaine asked confused.

"You know… The sex?" Sam said smiling, showing his teeth in a wicked grin.

"Sam!" He whispered loudly, looking around panicky, hoping he hadn't caught anyone's attention.

Sam laughed at the silliness of him. "Relax, no one heard. And you know I'm only teasing." He smiled drinking his coffee.

Blaine turned to face Sam , leaning back on his chair and pouting his lip mumbling something about Sam always teasing him, and it not being fair.

Sam smiled ,chuckling at Blaine's childishness. He took another sip of his drink, his mind going back to the feeling of Deja Vu feeling he got when he heard Blaine's client's name.

"Why does that name sounds so familiar?...Kurt Hummel" he said slowly, feeling the way the name rolled on his tongue.

Blaine shrugged, "Maybe he went to one of the clubs."

"No….Only nasty old man go to the clubs I work at ". Sam says.

Blame continue to look at them, waiting patiently. Knowing that when Sam had something on his mind. The best he could do is wait there patiently for him to figure it out on his own.

A few minutes past, when Sam suddenly perked up, startling Blaine. There was a glint in his eyes as he looked around the coffee shop. His eyes landed on a vogue magazine that was left behind on the table,that the old man Blaine saw had probably left. Sam snatched it up, searching through the pages.

"I swear I read something about a man with that name,"he said ,eyes fixed on the magazine.

Blaine's eyebrows raised in amusement, "you read vogue ," he chuckled.

Sam stopped to look up at Blaine ,"what? a straight man can't like fashion. The girls dig it, Blaine."

He bites his lip trying to suppress a laugh. He didn't take Sam as the Vogue guy, but it if it had to do anything with the ladies, he wasn't surprised.

Sam looked back at the magazine, searching through the pages and stopping to read one of the pages.

"Look, "he said sliding it over for Blaine to see ,"is this him? ".

Blaine looked down at the magazine , scanning his eyes over the passage that Sam's finger was pointing at. He frowned ,Kurt's face was on it. details about an upcoming winter line and how excited everyone should be.

But all he felt was confusion, Kurt, and fashion, he thought Kurt was more of a businessman. With the suits, he always wore ,so professional all the time. But then again, fashion is a business.

But, Kurt and fashion. Now that was something new.

"I see this guy all the time man. He usually has a page all to himself." sam says nodding.

"What to they say?" Blaine asked.

"I-i'm not really sure, but he has like some history with vague or something"

He was about to ask what kind of history, but he stopped himself. Was he suppose to know this much about his clients? He never bothered to find out about them before. Why should that be different now? Did Kurt even want him to know about him? His face grew serious.

Without even noticing he was getting too close to the man, there had to be a line. His personal life and his work life has always been separate. He needs to stop Now.

"You know what, how's work? Blaine asked.

Sam looked at surprised but chooses not to question the sudden change. Thinking he might've crossed the line and talking about Blaine's client work.

Sam sighed resting his chin on the palm of his hand. "Well,it's been slow, but I'm working on a new dance to bring in new customers."He says smiling, growing excited.

"I was thinking of a little of this". He raises his hands as if holding a guitar and banging his head to a nonexistent beat.

Blaine chuckles "oh god no".

Sam dropped his hands "what? Come on, They'll Love it! "He continues to air guitar "And then I'll give them some of the hips,you know? "He starts to grind his hips forward.

Blaine brings his hands up, attempting to shield his eyes from the embarrassment in front of him. "Oh God please stop "

Sam stops, looking hurt. "You never appreciate my dance moves "he pouts , a grin slipping through.

Blaine laughs "not when there as embarrassing as that, "he says taking his coffee cup and finishing up his drink.

"Whatever, " Sam says taking his drink and chugging the last of it in one gulp. He slams the cup on the table dramatically. "OK, let's go," he says.

Blaine shakes his head smiling as they get up and throw their empty cups in the trash.

As they head out, Sam wraps an arm around Blaine's neck, a goofy smile on his face "you do appreciate my dance moves ,don't you?"

Blaine rolled his eyes "of course" he exaggerated.

"Hey! I sense some sarcasm in there" Sam said. He muttered something but before Blaine could figure out what it was. He was suddenly taken back as Sam tightened his hold on Blaine, rubbing his knuckles on top of his head.

"Ah!" Blaine yelled as they exited the door, tumbling over the stair steps. "That hurts!" He whined ,trying to hit Sam with his small arms.

Sam was having none of it, if someone looked at them they'd probably look like a couple of kids to them. Sam continued to laugh when a sudden force hit his left shoulder ,forcing them both back.

Blaine clutched his shoulder as pain shot through it. He looked up at the men in front of him. The stranger he'd collided with , held a hand over his chest. Face away from Blaine's view, as it was obvious he was trying to mask the pain he was equally having.

Blaine looked at the man worriedly "I'm sorry ,are you alright?"

The man perched at the sound of Blaine's voice. He stood straight ,no longer the pain in his chest a priority as he looked at Blaine.

Blaine locked eyes with the man when suddenly he felt frozen to the spot, sea blue eyes looked straight at him. Memories of soft lips against his and moans of pleasure echoed through his head as he stared at him.

"I'm sorry ,I didn't see you coming," Kurt said casually . As if seeing the man he paid to fuck an hour ago didn't bother him in any way.

"No, it was our fault, "he said, no longer in control of his body, speaking on pure instinct.

He continued to stare as Kurt smiled, and he and his buddy guard walked into the coffee shop.

He stood frozen as sam asked, "dude, you OK?"

"That was him," Blaine spoke.

"Yeah, " Sam agreed. Shuffling on his feet,"you ok?" He asked again.

Sam hadn't said anything in the encounter. So curious, Blaine turned to look at him. An expression of pure concern showed on his face, and suddenly, he was no longer interested.

He walked off, Sam following behind him.