"Well, I'm twenty one. I'm currently working as a model in any show that'll hire me." Kurt chuckled. "Umm but I really want to be on the other side of fashion. Ya know? I really-"
"Kurt, what are you doing?" Rachel Berry walked in their makeshift living room wearing a large collared shirt that obviously wasn't hers.
Kurt put his hand on his hip. "I'm practicing for my interview."
"For what?" Rachel asked. "You already have a job." She walked over to the fridge to get a bottle of water.
"Modeling is not a legitimate job." Kurt explained. "It doesn't require any skill or knowledge. Just beauty, that of which I am lucky enough to be blessed with, but that's the thing. Only the lucky can do it. I actually want to have a steady job."
"Oh." Rachel understood why Kurt would want this. He had always been an over achiever in high school. "Then what do you want to be?"
"I want to start with internship at ." He said with that giddy smile of his.
"That's great, Kurt." Rachel said reluctantly. "But what qualifications do you have to work in fashion? You go to a performing arts school."
"Your lack of faith is disdaining." Kurt said. "I directed the costume design in that student film last year. Oh! And when the Adam's Apples did their musical tribute to Oklahoma. Yeah, I did that."
"Student film? Show choir?" Rachel said it like Kurt was crazy. "Kurt Hummel, you can do better than that." She knew that he could.
"I know that, Rachel, but there haven't exactly been alot of opportunities." Kurt plopped down on the couch. Rachel was killing his optimism. He sighed. "I just need this, okay? If this works out, I can do better things."
"Well, then we will do whatever we can to make sure you get that internship." Rachel smiled.
Knock Knock Knock.
"Oh, I think that's Brody." Rachel raised her voice on the last syllable of her boyfriend's name. She put on her giddy little smile and pranced her way to the door but her lips went back to the normal position when she saw who was standing in her doorway. "Oh."
Kurt, on the couch, shifted his body to adjust his view of the door.
"He's not available." Rachel said blandly. Rachel never approved of Kurt and Blaine being each other's sex bunnies. Kurt would always talk about Blaine like he was some kind a god. He was was obviously in love with him and Blaine was obviously not. Rachel didn't want Kurt throwing his heart away on someone who wouldn't do the same for him.
"Very funny." Blaine sneered. "I can see him on the couch." He moved Rachel out of the way and let himself in. "Kurt." He looked at him and kept walking until he arrived at the part of their apartment that was designated as Kurt's and Kurt followed like a puppy. Rachel gave him a disapproving look.
"Blaine, as much as I love unscheduled sex, isn't it a little early?" Kurt opened the window to show that the sun was still brightly shining.
"I want you." He breathed inching closer to Kurt.
"Holy crap, your sober." Kurt took a whiff of his breath. He backed away scared of what this meant. Blaine was never sober when they hooked up. It was their agreement- to keep love out of the equation.
"I just woke up." Blaine closed the door. Kurt glanced at the clock. "I had the craziest dream though." Blaine knelt down to the floor and started talking directly to Kurt's crotch. "I hooked up with a guy from the show I'm doing this weekend." He slowly unzipped his his pants and continued. "He tied me up and you blew me off for some chick named Isabelle. It was weird." He quietly laughed and pushed Kurt's pants down into a puddle around his feet.
"Wait, were w-" Blaine grabbed his bulge and he sorta lost focus. "Blaine- Blaine. That was yesterday, in real life."
"Really?" He pulled his underwear to the ground to join his pants. He wasn't so much invested in the conversation as he was in Kurt's body parts. He just knew that Kurt liked to talk and that was the only way till lure him in when they were having sober sex. "Hmm." He shrugged then stuffed Kurt's cock in his mouth.
"Blaine, st-stop stop it. Blaine." Kurt had never refused a blowjob, because Blaine better than anyone- even himself-, but he felt threatened by Sebastian. He knew Blaine would sleep with anyone, even a chick if he was buzzed enough, but never when he was one of the options. He backed away to leave Blaine on the floor and his dick hanging out. He zipped himself back up, still unrelieved, and sat on his bed. "You slept with him?"
"Why do you care?" Blaine spat, still a little bitter about him pulling away.
"Why don't you have a boyfriend?" After thinking for a second about what would be an appropriate answer, Kurt decided to avoid his question.
"I have no desire for one." He said simply. "And why the hell would I need one?"
"Ya know." Kurt thought. "Someone to love you when you're not underneath them."
"I've topped plenty of times." He joined him on the bed.
"Blaine." Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine sneaked another sliver of sexual innuendo into yet another could've-been meaningful conversation. "I'm serious. Why can't-" He paused and took a deep breath. "- Why can't we be together?"
"This is why we don't do this sober." Blaine realized. He could feel Kurt's eyes locked onto him. He could feel all the hurt and neglect he so generously showered him with. He just couldn't look at him straight. "You start asking questions that don't have to do with my dick and I don't have answers."
"Is sex all you want from me?" Kurt started to speak a bit louder. Blaine's face was still directed at the floor. "Cause if it is then you're a fucking coward, Blaine Anderson!"
Blaine still didn't look at him. He could hear the shaking in Kurt's voice that meant he was on the verge of crying and he hated seeing tears stream out of those beautiful blues he had, especially if he was the cause of them.
"Well you can't just come over here demanding it like I'm gonna fucking give it to you every time you feel your dick twitch!"
Then Blaine just walked out. Kurt's light tenor voice got all raspy when he yelled and he hated it. He didn't say a word to him he just left.
"Where the fuck were you?" Ally spat when she saw Blaine walk into the dressing room. "You have a show in two hours, babe."
Sebastian was just sitting there making creepy sexy eye contact with Blaine.
"I was at Kurt's." He said softly as he closed the door.
Sebastian's smile faded. "Who's Kurt?"
Ignoring Sebastian's question, she walked over to Blaine, placed a finger under his chin, and pushed it up. "What'd he say?"
She knew that Kurt was the only who could ever make him feel bad about anything. "Nothing." he shook his head and lightly moved Ally out of the way. "I'm gonna take a shower and then you can dress me up and whatever." He picked up a towel and walked into the adjacent bathroom.
"Who's Kurt?" Sebastian repeated.
Ally rummaged through the vanity drawers for a foundation that matched his slightly-paler-than-Blaine's complexion. "None of your business."
"None of my business?" Sebastian jeered. "Ihad my dick up his ass. How is it none of my business? I mean, if he has a boyfriend, I don't care."
Ally kept holding bottles of makeup up to his face, still trying to find a match. "Shut up."
After the show Sebastian, Ally and Blaine both went their separate ways. Sebastian constantly tried to get in Blaine's pants but he couldn't think about anything but Kurt. The question kept on ringing in his ears. Why don't you have a boyfriend? Why don't I have a boyfriend?, he thought.
"I hate Kurt." He said while taking his shoes off when they stepped into their apartment. "He's so fucking ungrateful." He went to the kitchen and Ally followed. "I told him that when we first started doing this. That I was never gonna love him and he would just have to get the fuck over it."
Ally was confused. "Did I miss something?"
"Should I get a boyfriend?" Blaine looked down. He had asked this question three times before. When he first met Kurt, when he got gonorrhea, and when he went to his lesbian friend's fake wedding. Everytime he asked the question it was usually followed by tears and hugs and Blaine remaining single.
"Yes." She said. "You should get a boyfriend." She walked across the room, picked up a box of tissues, and held it for him knowing full and well that tears would come.
"Why?" He whispered.
"Because you're very capable of loving one and you deserve someone to love you back. You've got two boys who'd fight over you if they ever met. All you have to do is pick one, babe."
"Who should it be?" He looked up at her.
"Don't ask me, hun."
