The thing about love is that there is such a thin line. You can know that you love someone but the simple thought of them with someone else makes you hate their guts. But really you don't; you hate that they're not yours. That at the end of the night they are thinking about someone else. That hurts.

But you know what hurts even more? To give your heart to someone and know they will never feel the same, so they trample over it and use you, but you see nothing but perfection, because you love them.

"Keep going." I yelped.

I could feel the smile ripping across his face. "Eager are we, I swear you pretty boys are dirtier than you look." I was fonder on this guy then most of the clients I had. He was younger; 25 tops and he always asked if he was hurting me. Though I don't think he actually cared if he were, I don't think the thought of pulling himself out of me went through his mind once. He felt guilty.

He thrusted harder and much slower than necessary to make sure I felt every movement; and I did. However what he was doing to me was not even half of Blaine's torture on a good day. I bit hard on my lip bracing myself. I will give him this; he had the ability to hold out is orgasm for longer than anyone I had ever had sex with. And you'd be surprised by how many guys in Ohio were willing to fuck a 18 year old male teenager.

"Fuck I'm close." About time. I wanted to leave and we had to have been doing this for the past 45 minutes. "I wanted to show you something." He screamed when he released and pulled my hair so my head flew back.

"Ok?" I breathed out; happy it was over.

He pulled out harshly and began walking over to his desk. He had nice butt cheeks, very nice butt cheeks. "What's your name?"

"Andy." He smiled turning to look at me. "Now quiet kid."

"Well you remember when I called you over late so you spent the night?"

"Yes?"

"Well I kind of took pictures of you."

There was no way I could have not looked confused. "Why?"

"I'm an art major." He shrugs like that explains it all. "And I made you my subject… technically without your permission, but I have always been the one to break rules."

"Well why did you use me?"

He chuckles. "Your body is a walking story…"

More confusion was set and I am guessing he could tell because he effortlessly walked in front of me, sitting down and continuing. "Your body had been worn down by hurt, and used over and over again. But it is still there. A lot like you I think." Moving closer and touching one of the bruises held brightly on my pale skin. "So much… damage." He smiled looking up at me. "That's why I made this." Once again getting up and moving towards his desk.

"You drew me?" I was in front of a large painting of a skinny, pale, broken boy. But it could not have been me, for I saw something I knew I did not have in my self. I saw hope in his eyes. A smirk hung lightly on his face and a bruise I knew could be prepared. "I call it, slut."

It wasn't an insult not really, but it hurt. Because I wanted to be that boy he painted more than anything. "I need to go. Money on the table?"

"Yes, as usual." Another smile.

I rush to put on my clothes and head for the door turning back to mutter a last sentence. "Thank you, but that is not me."

"I think it's more you than you think."

Kurt didn't really remember pulling into Sebastian's parking lot, but before he knew it he was on the other boy's porch. His first instinct was to go to Blaine, but he had just escaped sex and he was not ready to go back in it. So here he stood, with too much going through his mind to make the rational decision and go home.

"Kurt?" A musky voice led me out of thought and I was meant with the oh so familiar emerald irises I had come to find comfort in. So I didn't think.

My lips were connected to his on instinct with passion and unreturned lust and I just couldn't pull away.

"Kurt stop." Sebastian tried to protest. "Kurt, calm down." He was whispering between kisses but I just couldn't listen, I could not stop this because it just felt so… right. So maybe I was broken, and maybe I didn't have the best life to go back to, but right here, right now with him was all I needed, it was all I wanted. "I want to."

"No Kurt." He was so fucking close to my face and I could feel his breath against my lips, it was all him and that was it, and I just wanted that so bad.

"Please Sebastian, please." I was pathetic, and I was pleading and shivering because god damn it just got cold and all I want is just for him to do this one little thing for me please.

Sebastian breathed out quickly before nodding twice and taking my head shoving our lips back together again. I was melting into his touch and I didn't realize us going up stairs and falling on the bed, or losing clothes, or the unsuppressed moans and names, but I know I would do it every day for the rest of my life if I could. I would do whatever Sebastian wanted me to do really. But I was taken by Blaine, he owned me and what I had done was wrong. Andy was it, yes; Andy was right about 2 things in his art. One being the name, slut for obvious reasons I didn't feel the need to repeat, and two the bruise that could be healed. I was not tangible, but I was not breakable. I was repairable. And in time I would repair, but with Blaine by my side, the man who gives me love I could never deserve.

Seb's POV

I wish I had not woken up that morning. I woke up to an empty bed and a note that simply stated.

Dear Seb,

I should not have forced you last night, I shouldn't have made you do that to me,

I should not have wasted your time, but most of all I should not have betrayed the only person

Who really truly loves me, and that is Blaine.

Kurt

Seb? I like that.

You see the thing about love, is its burning red, and sometimes red hurt's like the depths of the worst kind of hell, and sometimes it lives, like the pure ecstasy of heaven.

A/N: for the person who asked, I bottom means Blaine would be taking Kurt (like inside him (embarrassed giggles) and if you didn't know, bottoming hurts especially when you don't do it often. (Well there is lube…. I'm going to stop this conversation.)

Lube, means that blaine would lubricate his thingy ma thang so it would not hurt so much when he you knowed with Kurt.

BOOM FUN.

That is all, reviews and follows are appreciated.

Adios-RadHadder