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Again, I have no BETA so all mistakes are my own. I am also not from the New York area so all places and such are made up.
*Authors Note: A review was posted regarding something Blaine said in the original version of this chapter. That was an error. One of the downfalls to not having a BETA. The error has been fixed.
It took a solid 10 minutes of staring at all those zeros before it hit him that he wasn't imagining things.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
One, two, three, four five, six.
Over and over again he counted. And each time he came up with the same answer.
FINAL BID: $1,000,000
Someone had paid a million dollars for his virginity.
He sunk back in his chair, his mind racing as he tried to process how he should be feeling. There were no leaps of joy or toasts to no longer being a poor drama student. Instead there was silence.
A silence that was filled with doubt and the nagging feeling that maybe he was in over his head.
What kind of person pays a million dollars for sex?
It was ironic, in a way. Kurt had put himself through all this with the sole purpose of earning enough money to pay for school; and now that he got more than he could have ever hoped for, he found himself feeling worse than he did before.
PING!
Kurt jumped; his nerves on edge as he tried to sort out his emotions.
Congratulations!
Your sale has been successful. The bidder ANDERSON04 has placed the winning bid with 0:02 seconds remaining in the time allowed with the final bid total of $1,000,000.
From here the site may be used for you and ANDERSON04 to communicate further if you so choose. Otherwise, the site is now in no way responsible or liable for any occurrences after final sale.
Withdrawing from the final sale will result in forfeiting the right to future pay.
Now that the site had done its job, it looked like Kurt was on his own on how to deal with Anderson04.
PING!
Anderson04: How about dinner?
Of all the things that Kurt thought Anderson04 would say, that was not one of them. He thought it would be more along the lines of let's do this! or time to fuck.
It was all still a little unreal.
Are you serious?
Anderson04: Very much so.
Kurt was chewing on his lower lip trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation. Did this mean they were going to have sex after dinner? That had to be it. That's what this guy wanted.
It is what he paid for.
At least if they had dinner first Kurt could get a feel for the guy and decide if he wanted to change his mind.
He was holding onto that ability to back out with both hands, refusing to let it go because it gave him the comfort of knowing that he was somehow still in control.
Yes, dinner was a good idea.
Okay then. When and where?
Anderson04: LEX tomorrow night at 8. There will be a table under the name Anderson. And take a cab, I will take care of the toll when you get there.
It didn't sound like a request.
Okay.
Anderson04: Great. Looking forward to meeting you, Kurt.
Kurt's mind was racing as he tried to think if there was any way for this not to turn out badly. What if he is disgusting? Would that be reason enough to turn down a million dollars? How much is your self respect worth?
And what does someone wear to dinner with a man who paid a million dollars for your virginity?
*the next day*
Black.
Kurt figured he should wear black.
It had been in the forefront of his mind all day and he had finally come up with simple black at around noon.
There was something about clothes that always brought Kurt comfort. It was the only way he could truly express himself. Being the only (openly) gay person in a small town was nothing if not character building. Nothing teaches you what kind of person you are until you are being slushied, throw into dumpsters, pushed into lockers and called princess. Being gay was never something he denied because he was who he was. But that kind of openness came with a price and he sought refuge in his closet full of designer clothing. The scarves, jeans and jackets were his only companions and he loved them for both their looks and their ability to let him express the kind of person he really was.
He hadn't slept well the night before. His dreams were filled of meeting Anderson04 in some sketchy restaurant/bar/hepatitis breeding ground where he was going to be forced to lose his virginity in a dark alley somewhere. Every time he woke up in a cold sweat and every time he went back to sleep the dreams only got worse. He eventually gave up on sleep, instead deciding to go for an early morning run to clear his head.
When he got back to the apartment Rachel was gone, leaving a note that said something about rehearsing some song with some girl in some play. Kurt couldn't have cared less. He was just glad that she wasn't around to ask questions.
At five he decided to shower and get ready. He was never one for being late. Especially to a dinner with someone who was willing to give him a million dollars for his virginity. The least he could do was show up on time.
He wore a simple black blazer and a gray v-neck undershirt with his black wash skinny jeans and Prada leather boots that he got during one of those Saks Fifth Avenue sales. His hair was not as neatly done as usual; opting to go for the more disheveled look that Anderson04 saw in his profile picture.
Stepping out of his room he heard no signs that Rachel was home and silently thanked every non-existent god that allowed him to escape without having to pass through Rachel's inquisition like some modern day bridge troll.
He was able to catch a cab fairly quickly considering it was a Saturday night. Kurt gave the man the name of the restaurant and they were on their way. The driver was not the talkative type, leaving Kurt alone to his thoughts.
Not always a good thing.
The further the cab drove into the city, the more Kurt was convinced that they were somehow lost. Although he hadn't looked up the location of the restaurant like he should have, there was no way that it could be in the heart of Manhattan.
His pressed his face toward the window, his breath fogging up the glass. He watched as glamorous and beautiful people handed various valets their keys and walked to the head of lines at packed night clubs. There was no way this was right. Kurt didn't belong in a place like this.
The cab came to a halt and Kurt was informed that they had reached their destination. The driver looked at Kurt through the rearview mirror, obviously waiting to be paid. Kurt looked at the toll and realized that it was almost twice as much as he had in his wallet.
Just as he was about to explain that he didn't have money and that the person he was meeting was supposed to pay, there was a knock on his window.
"Are you Kurt? Here to meet Mr. Anderson?" The woman asked.
Still shocked at the fact that this woman knew who he was, he could only nod. She gave him a small smile and walked over to the passenger window.
"Keep the change." She told the driver, handing him a small bundle of cash. The driver smiled brightly and gave a very enthusiastic thank you.
"Kurt, your table is ready." She said, addressing Kurt through the window once more.
Before he made any more of a fool out of himself, he stepped out of the cab and followed the woman as she led him into the restaurant. They walked right past the group of people who looked like they had been waiting a while and a man demanding to know why his table wasn't ready.
"Your table is here. Mr. Anderson will be here shortly. Would you like anything to drink?"
"Water is fine, thank you." Kurt said, his voice coming out a little higher than usual.
She nodded and walked toward the back of the restaurant.
Kurt sat down and took in his surroundings. This restaurant was by far the nicest place Kurt had ever been. It was a very upscale looking place with tall vaulted ceilings and a long glass bar that took up one side of the room. But behind the bar there were only bottles of wine. Not a single liquor in sight.
Everything on the menu was pricy. Doing the math in his head, he figured that for two people to eat here would cost almost his half of the rent. And that was assuming that they didn't order wine. Those didn't even have prices next to them.
"See anything you like?"
Kurt heard the male voice and looked up.
He might have actually stopped breathing. Actually, he was sure he had stopped breathing.
What is air?
And his mouth might be hanging open.
Taking the chair across from him had to be, hands down, the most beautiful man he had ever seen in person.
He had light brown eyes and long sweeping lashes that brushed across his cheeks. His hair was gelled within an inch of its life as if he were trying very hard to fight off a natural curl. His lips were a soft pink and behind them were a pearly white set of teeth that gleamed when he smiled. He wore a dark blue blazer and a white undershirt. He was positively beautiful.
For a moment, Kurt had forgotten why he was there and who he was supposed to be meeting.
He was gawking.
And he knew it.
The beautiful boy was obviously waiting for an answer and Kurt had no recollection of what he had been asked. He couldn't seem to remember anything before he looked at this man's face.
Amused by Kurt's reaction, the beautiful boy smiled. He licked his lips and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.
"Kurt." The boy said. Hearing his name sent a chill down his spine and his toes curled in his boots.
But then reality hit him.
Who is this person?
"How do you know my name?" Kurt asked, hoping his voice didn't sound as breathy to the boy as it did to his own ears.
"I'm your date." The boy said.
Kurt nodded, thinking he finally understood what was going on. This guy was trying to hit on him. And if this had been any other place, any other day, any other time, Kurt would have been ready and more than willing. But for now, he had to get this guy away from his table before Anderson04 showed up asking questions.
"I'm actually meeting someone." Kurt hated blowing this guy off. He was so pretty.
"I know." The boy seemed amused by Kurt.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, not quite sure if he was not getting through to the guy or if somehow he wasn't being let in on the joke.
The boy smiled again, leaning back in his seat.
"I'm Anderson04."
This time, Kurt didn't even try to hide his shock. He was pretty sure his eyes were open too wide and that his jaw had hit the table.
This was Anderson04?
Kurt gave him a once over another time, still finding nothing less than the perfect specimen he did the first time he looked.
So without thinking and still in shock, his verbal filter was turned off.
"Bull shit." He said.
Anderson04 burst into laughter, throwing his head back as his shoulders shook with laughter. It was a very beautiful sound. Kurt couldn't help but smile in response.
"That wasn't quite the response I was expecting." He finally said.
"I'm serious. I don't believe you."
The boy smiled at Kurt and slowly leaned forward, his face inching toward Kurt. His tongue swept across his lips as his eyes traveled Kurt's face. He wasn't even trying to hide what he was doing. If anything, it seemed that he wanted Kurt to know.
"It's true. I am the man who paid one million dollars for your virginity. And seeing you in person, it seems like I got a steal."
Kurt could feel himself blushing. "Shhh, keep your voice down." He hissed. "Not everyone needs to know about that."
Anderson04 waved him off. "No one will hear us. I arranged it specifically so we could talk without being overheard. "
Looking around, Kurt realized that their table was set further away from neighboring tables then any others were. It did seem that Anderson04 had mapped out the seating arrangement accordingly.
"Do you come here often?" Kurt asked.
Anderson04 laughed again. "Are you hitting on me, Kurt?"
He blushed again, realizing how his question came off. "No, no, I'm… I'm just trying to make conversation."
Just then the woman from earlier showed up with his glass of water.
"Your usual, Mr. Anderson?" She asked.
"Yes. Thank you, Danielle." He spoke but did not look at her, his eyes never leaving the boy across from him. "What would you like, Kurt?"
"Umm.." Kurt grabbed his menu and picked the first thing that sounded good. "I'll have your Fluke"
"And any wine for you tonight?" She asked.
"No, thank you I'm—" Kurt began.
"Yes, I'll have my usual bottle. That will be all, Danielle."
It was obviously a dismissal and she took it as such. Without another word, she nodded he head and went back toward the kitchen.
"I'm not 21. I'm still 20." Kurt explained, slightly embarrassed.
"So you're telling me you've never had wine before?" Anderson04 asked.
"No, I'm—"
"Great. Then we'll have wine."
This guy was obviously used to getting his way.
Well Kurt wasn't interested in being told what to do. If this guy was expecting some submissive little twink that would do everything exactly as he was told, he was in for a rude awakening.
"So what's your name?" Kurt asked.
He was tired of referring to him as Anderson04. He didn't need any more reminding of how this meeting came to be without having to refer to the guy by his user name.
He seemed to hesitate, staring Kurt down as if he were considering answering him or telling him it was none of his fucking business.
"Blaine." He said plainly.
"Blaine." Kurt repeated. He saw the corners of Blaine's mouth turn up.
"That's me. Blaine Anderson." He stuck out his hand for Kurt to shake.
A bit late for first introductions, he was going to get fucked by the guy at any moment. But he decided to play along.
"Kurt Hummel. Nice to meet you."
He reached across the table and took Blaine's hand. There was an undeniable shock and Kurt felt it travel up his arm and run across his chest. His eyes went wide at the feeling and he looked up to see if Blaine had felt the same.
His face was unreadable. He wasn't looking at Kurt, he eyes were focused on their joined hands and he quickly pulled his away, flexing his fingers as he did so.
Something.
Kurt could still feel the current running through his body and the feeling made him blush. It was like he was tingling all over.
"Tell me more about yourself, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt hadn't expected the question. He figured that Blaine would want to know as little about him as possible. He obviously didn't pay him a million dollars for his social skills.
"What do you want to know?"
Blaine pondered the question, staring intently on Kurt as if searching for the answers to all his questions in his eyes. It made him fidget.
"What do you do?"
"I'm a performing arts student at NYADA." He said with pride in his tone.
Much to his surprise, Blaine looked impressed. "You like the theater?"
Kurt nodded, "Musical theater."
This bit of information seemed to peak Blaine's interest.
"You sing?"
He nodded again, "I do."
"Now that you've mentioned it, I can hear the singer in your voice. I'm sure you sound beautiful."
Even though he was flattered, he didn't let on; trying to seem modest. "Thank you."
Blaine continued to ask a series of questions ranging from the generic: favorite color, movie and song; to the personal: where he grew up, what his friends and family was like, what he wanted to do with his life.
And Kurt answered them: blue, Moulin Rough, the soundtrack to Cabaret. The personal ones were harder to answer. He talked about growing up in a small town in Ohio. But he skipped over being bullied and taunted every day. He talked about his dad and Carol. But he left out the whole dead mother thing since it was known to drag down a conversation. He talked about Rachel and their instant bond. But he left out that there were no other friends. He described his hopes of making it to Broadway. But not his insecurities of seeing other actors who he felt were much more gifted then himself and his fear that his lack of masculinity would keep his dream from coming true.
As he spoke of his life, Blaine hung on to every word. Never interrupting and seeming content with all the information that he was given and didn't press for more. Kurt was grateful for it. He even laughed a few times as he told stories about him and Rachel's first few days in the city.
"How about you?" Kurt asked.
All traces of joy were immediately wiped off Blaine's face and Kurt could almost feel him shut down.
"What about me?"
Kurt wasn't sure if he should go on, not wanting to press the issue. "Do I get to know anything about you?"
"Depends on what you want to know."
Kurt couldn't help but wonder what made Blaine feel so guarded.
"What do you do?"
Blaine physically relaxed when he heard the question and the lightness to the mood returned.
"I am a lawyer."
"What kind?"
"The kind that rich people have." He wasn't trying to brag. If anything he seemed ashamed of it.
"What's the name of the firm?"
"Anderson & Anderson." He rolled his eyes as he spoke, taking a sip of water.
"Anderson? Like, you?" Kurt didn't know much about lawyer firms, but he guessed that having your name, twice, in the firm title was a big deal.
"Yup."
"So, does your dad run it or something?"
Blaine shook his head. "No, I do."
Kurt waited for him to say something else or explain, but no additional information came. "Are you serious? Aren't you kind of—"
"Young?"
Kurt nodded.
"I'm a prodigy," He ran his fingers along the rim of his glass. "Everything a father could want."
Feeling left out of the loop, Kurt sat silent. Sensing his confusion, Blaine began to explain himself.
"Graduated high school at the top of my class at the age of 14, got my Bachelors from the College of Law at Brown at 18, President of the Harvard Law Review at 20, and graduated Magna Cum Laud from Harvard Law at 21. Did various internships and passed the bar at 23. Then I took over my father's firm at 25 and now run it with my uncle" He spoke very matter of factly, completely unmoved and dispassionate about every word. As if he were simply going through the motions.
"That's impressive." It was an understatement, but Kurt couldn't think of anything else to say.
Blaine shrugged, "I guess so."
Kurt got the feeling that Blaine didn't much like talking about what he did so he thought it best to move on to something not quite as serious.
"What do you do for fun?" It was lame, but all he could think of.
"You mean other than buying the virginities of hot men on the internet?"
Without fail, a blush crept up Kurt's neck and across his face.
"Do you do that often?"
"Do what?"
"Blush." He leaned back in his chair.
"Oh, that." If anything, he began to blush more. "Usually not so much. But yea, sometimes."
Blaine only nodded, seeming to be storing that small bit of information away in his mind.
Their food arrived then and it gave Kurt enough time to calm down and control the blush that was covering his face and neck.
The waitress, Danielle, poured them each a glass of wine, leaving the bottle at the table. From the old label and the small layer of dust on it, Kurt could only guess how old the wine was. And that meant that it was expensive. If they were planning on splitting this dinner, Kurt sure as hell wasn't helping pay for that.
Originally he wasn't going to drink it, but he knew he would never get an opportunity to have such a fine wine again so he took a sip. It was amazing. It was sweet and the smell of grape and oak filled his senses. He savored the feeling of it on his tongue, licking his lips before taking another drink.
When he opened his eyes and looked across the table, he found Blaine staring at him.
"Are you sure you're a virgin?" He asked, taking a bite of his steak.
The question took him of guard and he felt himself blushing again.
Damn.
"Yes." He hissed.
"Could have fooled me. The way you were licking your lips and moaning just then." He motioned toward him with his fork.
He hadn't even realized he had been moaning.
"Oh, yea, well, it's good wine." He hated that he was fumbling so much. He was usually so much better with words.
"I guessed as much." He gave Kurt a smirk and took another bite of his dinner.
Kurt decided to focus on the food and stay away from the wine for a while. Turns out the food was just as good as the wine. He made sure to keep his facial expressions and noises in check. The last thing he needed was to start blushing again.
They fell into a comfortable silence. It was an odd thing considering the circumstances that brought them together. It all seemed very effortless and easy. The longer it stayed that way the more it began to nag at Kurt. It wasn't right. He had spent the better part of the last 24 hours psyching himself up for this; hours and hours of mentally preparing himself for every situation that he could possibly fathom. But none of them were anything like what he was actually experiencing. And, honestly, it was starting to freak him out.
"So how does this work?" Kurt blurted out.
Blaine didn't answer right away. Instead he seemed to be studying Kurt, chewing the remainder of his steak and throwing his napkin down on the table.
"How do you want it to work?"
Kurt could tell that he was holding back a smirk, obviously amused by his uneasiness.
"You tell me. You're the one who is paying. Wouldn't want you to not get your money's worth." Kurt could be very blunt when he found himself becoming frustrated or flustered.
Blaine shook his head. "Trust me, there is not a doubt in my mind that I will get more than my money's worth. But that doesn't mean that we can't both enjoy this…" He motioned to the air between them. "Arrangement."
Kurt let out an uneasy laugh, hoping it sounded more snarky then nervous while he tried to hide the fact that he had never been so turned on in his life. From the look on Blaine's face, he could read right through it all, his smile growing wider with every passing moment.
"Not likely." Was the best Kurt could get out. He didn't trust himself enough to say more without fearing that he might break down and admit that the idea was tempting as hell.
Blaine sensed his internal struggle. "Why are you fighting this?"
Still unable to trust his words, Kurt raised a curious eyebrow in response.
"Why are you so scared to admit that there is an attraction here?"
"I'm not scared to admit anything." Kurt was impressed at how convincing that sounded.
Although, from the look on his face, Kurt could tell that Blaine wasn't convinced. Instead he leaned in closer to Kurt, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he pondered the right thing to say.
Without realizing what he was doing, Kurt found himself leaning forward with his eyes focused on Blaine's mouth. He hadn't even noticed that he had rested his arms on the table until he heard his fork clink against his glass. By the time his eyes refocused themselves back on Blaine's, it was too late. He had been caught him staring. And they both knew it.
The smirk was back and he had a knowing look on his face.
Kurt gave nothing more away, pretending as if nothing had happened. Although he did not back down from his new sitting position. Sitting so close, he noticed that Blaine had small hints of green in his eyes.
"You see," Blaine began, once again bringing Kurt back to the present. "The difference between us is that I'm not afraid to admit that I am attracted to you. I think you are a very charming and sexy man. Why is it so hard for you to admit that you are attracted to me?"
Much to his embarrassment, Kurt began to feel himself blush once more. He had never heard anyone refer to him as sexy before. He had been called charming before. But it was usually from adults who were complimenting his manners as a nice young man.
But for this beautiful man to compliment him in such a way, it was mind blowing.
As much as Kurt wanted to believe it all, it didn't come naturally to him. He had learned the hard way that people were never what they appeared. Too many times had he let himself get emotionally attached to people and too many times they let him down. He had no interest in letting someone else in just so he could watch them disappoint him.
So Kurt ignored the chill he felt for the umpteenth time that night. "You mean the arrangement where you are paying to take my virginity?"
Blaine seemed to shake off the insult/blunt comment. "I'm not taking anything."
His words gave Kurt pause. "Really?"
Blaine nodded.
"And what makes you say that?" Kurt challenged.
Blaine leaned further forward, as if daring Kurt to back down. He did not. Try as he might but Kurt couldn't seem to bring himself to pull away.
"Because you're going to give it to me."
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