A/N: Chapter 2! :D Hope you all enjoy, I' love to hear your feedback! Also apologies that these chapters aren't very long, writing monster chapters is hard for me. Enjoy!
"Vocal Fantasies Phone Sex Services, how can I make your dreams come true?"
Blaine choked. Oh god, what am I doing?! I should've done this, I'm so out of my depth here, why did I ever think this was a good idea-
"Got any preferences, sweetheart? For 6.99 every 15 minutes, I'll show you a steaming good time~" The voiced purred again, seemingly unfazed by the spluttering death-sounds that preceded it.
"I- Uh... Um, talk to me?" Really Blaine? You're on the freaking phone, what else do you expect them to do? "I mean uh, t-talk... Dirty. To me." The voice chuckled in response, high-pitched and smooth as silk, strange for a man but incredibly intriguing.
It was probably the only reason Blaine hadn't hung up the phone and thrown it across the room yet.
"First time isn't it sweet cheeks? I'm afraid I can tell." His tone wasn't harsh, more amused. Great, now some random phone sex guy knows he's a complete loser. He's thankful the man can't see his beet-red blush as he continues, "But that's completely ok, because baby I can show you the world..." Ok, this was getting very uncomfortable.
Blaine cleared his throat awkwardly. "Um, actually, can I tell you something?" he knew he wouldn't be able to actually have phone sex good lord.
The reply was still in that thick, seductive tone that sounded practice-perfected. "Anything you want honey, you're paying me afterall."
"I didn't actually call for... Phone sex. I just- needed to talk to somebody." Blaine was gripping the phone with a clammy grip as he walks out of the kitchen to settle into the couch. By this point he fully expects to be hung up on, or laughed at.
But the man just continues on with the sexual tone and innuendos with "Oh? Well I'll have you know I've got a lot of things we could talk about, cutie, naughty things-"
"Do you ever feel like it's all hopeless? Like if you disappeared no one would really miss you?" Blaine just couldn't take it anymore, he had to get it out there. That is why he called in the first place, afterall.
Now even more than before, he expected to get hung up on. Maybe let down gently, "I think you've got the wrong hotline, kid" click.
"...yes." the reply was soft, lacking the falsity of before. Raw, honest.
what? "You... You have? To be honest, I wasn't expecting that."
"Story of my life," the voice had completely abandoned the sexual tone and sounded real now, even a bit sad. "Tell me stranger, why'd you call a place like this to ask a question like that?"
Blaine chewed his bottoms lip some more and wondered if he should tell the truth. "I just... Needed to talk to someone. Anyone. About... Things." he could not believe what he was setting himself up to share with a complete stranger, let alone a stranger with that particular profession. But Blaine wasn't one to judge, so he stopped himself from hanging up out of sheer anxiety.
"... What do you want to talk about? Sounds like you could use a good long talk, by the sound of it. That always helped me, talking out my issues with someone, anyone really." Blaine wondered what kind of issues this beautifully voiced person ever had to endure.
"Well, I've just been feeling... Really alone lately. All the time, actually. I've never felt wanted by anyone, for any reason other than mild company. And I am just tired of seeing everyone I know find their one person who completes them and sitting here waiting for mine." Whether it was the fact that this man was a complete stranger or that his voice was so soft and sincere now, Blaine couldn't figure out why he was suddenly an open book to this person. It startled him, but more than that, it felt really good finally voicing his emotions instead of burying them, and he couldn't stop now.
There was a barely-audible hitch of breath on the other end of the line before the man continued. "What's your name?"
Confused, he answered him. "Blaine, Blaine Anderson."
"Well Blaine Anderson, whatever anyone tells you or whatever you may think... You're not alone. Understand?"
"I... Yes. Ok. Um, thank you." he didn't really know what to say, but all thoughts of ending the call were gone from his mind, and he was irrationally intent on keeping this conversation going as long as possible, listening to that lovely voice.
"What do you do, Blaine?"
"Er- I work at a music store. I don't own it or anything, I just organize the CDs."
The other man's tone was significantly lighter at that as he replied, "Oh! So you have an appreciation for music, I see? Either that or you have an unholy love of organizing things."
The quip caught him off guard and he laughed, easily falling into conversation with this stranger. "Both, actually, if you can believe it. I sing too. Mostly just when I'm emotional, but man am I a rock star in the shower."
The other man laughed now, the sound bright and tinkling, like a small waterfall of cerulean liquid. Blaine could hear the smile in his voice. "I bet you are. I... Actually sing, myself. Countertenor."
Blaine gaped. "Countertenor? Really? What I wouldn't give to hear you sing." Wow, ok. So he's flirting now. Where did that come from?
The man just laughed again and said "Maybe next time, tiger."
Blaine smiled, and he asked another question, wanting, needing to know more about this beautiful stranger. "What's your name?"
The man hesitated before answering,"...I-I don't want to say."
Blaine's brow wrinkled in confusion, and despite the pang of hurt he felt in his chest he pressed on. "Well, since you won't tell me, I'll have to guess," he had to admit, it hurt that this man really didn't want anything to do with him, that he was only talking to him because he was getting paid. "Elliot?"
The man sighed. "No."
"Christophe?"
"No, just stop-"
"Geoffrey? With a "g" and two "f"s?"
"Stop!" he snapped, his voice loud and desperate.
Blaine cringed slightly and pulled the phone away from his ear, confused as to what exactly he did wrong. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pressed, it's just I gave you my name and I figured we were getting along so-" he's cut off again by the other man, this time he sounds pleading, desperate.
"I don't want you to know me as that phone sex guy... That's not who I am. You're different and that's- I'm not that guy, ok?"
Blaine really didn't know what to say to that. For a moment he didn't say anything. He broke the silence with a tentative "...Then, who do you want me to know you as?" for some reason, some reflex in his brain, he couldn't just let whatever bond they'd formed stop there.
The man didn't answer him. Blaine continued.
"So far, I've gathered that you're a one-of-a-kind countertenor who's considerate, supportive, witty, all to a complete stranger who needed you, and could have very well been a creep, and not at all what I expected. What else should I add?" Blaine smiled sadly, hoping the man really heard him, and wishing for the umpteenth time for the ability to stop people from hanging up on him.
Just when he thought all hope was lost, the man answered.
"...Kurt. I'm Kurt Hummel."
The line went dead.
Well, that was undoubtedly the strangest first attempt at phone sex he'd ever had.
