Chapter Two:
"...What?"
Blaine cringed. "He wants you. And he'll pay us for it."
Kurt didn't understand. "What do you mean he wants me? Wants me for what?"
Blaine looked at him, and Kurt couldn't believe it. It felt like he'd been slapped. "Are you freaking kidding me?" He hissed. He crossed his arms. "No, no way. That's—that's insane."
Blaine grabbed his wrist. "Please, Kurt?" He begged. "We need the money, and you said you'd help me—"
"Not like this!" Kurt cried.
"There's no other way." Blaine insisted. "Please?"
"Blaine...I'm your boyfriend. How could you want me to do this? I-I love you." He said quietly.
"I know, and I love you! But this is the only way. And...it's not a huge deal, Kurt. It's just sex. It doesn't mean anything."
Kurt shook his head, still not believing what he was hearing. He snatched his wrist away from Blaine and grabbed his jacket from the closet. "This is insane." He repeated, wrenching open the door. He took a step to leave, but Blaine grabbed his arm.
"Kurt, you've got no where to go." He said, speaking to Kurt's back as he stood in the doorway. "You've got no money. You need me."
His shoulders squared, and he felt tears form in his eyes. He felt Blaine's grip on him loosen, and he shook a bit. "Please, just do this for us. I've done so much for you. I've taken care of you. I love you."
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, sending tears crashing down his cheeks. "There has to be some other way—"
"There isn't." Blaine said softly. "It won't be so bad, I promise. I love you, Kurt. You know I wouldn't ask you to do this if there was any other way."
Kurt swallowed, and bowed his head. This was crazy—insane. It couldn't be happening. Blaine couldn't have been asking him to—to—
It just couldn't be happening.
Kurt looked back at Blaine over his shoulder. "I'm scared." He whispered.
Slowly, Blaine pulled him back into the apartment and turned him around. "Don't be. I'll be here the entire time. You'll be fine. You know I'd never let anyone hurt you. I love you, so much."
Kurt nodded, blinking away the tears in his eyes. "I love you too."
Blaine took his jacket off him, and kissed him on his forehead and Kurt turned towards their bedroom door. Kurt's heart was hammering in his chest, and he felt dizzy, but he let the firmness of Blaine's hands reassure him. He could do this, he could. He would get through it the same way he'd gotten through all those dirty, disgusting dishes at the diner with the greasy, drunken boss who'd stunk of sweat and gin.
He would play the part.
It wouldn't be Kurt Hummel who would do this, just as Kurt Hummel had never scrubbed a single dirty dish, or lived in a rat infested closet, or done any of the other terrible disgusting things he'd told himself he needed to do.
It was just an act, all just an act.
With Blaine's hands on his shoulder, Blaine put his hands on Kurt's shoulders, Kurt allowed himself to be guided into their bedroom."Sorry Jeremy," Blaine said. "He's just nervous. It's his first time."
Jeremy looked surprised. "Oh. Wow."
Kurt nodded, trying to push away the sick feeling in his gut. He tried to get into character, but he could barely admit the kind of character he would have to be playing.
"Alright, you have an hour." Blaine said. He smiled, patted Kurt on the shoulder once more, and left.
Kurt gulped, and looked at the man in front of him. He looked about in his late 20's, early 30's...he had light brown hair and bit of a stubble on his face, which Kurt supposed was pleasant looking enough. But he was a stranger.
Jeremy looked him over apprehensively, and Kurt's eyes darted to the floor, desperate to avoid looking at the man in front of him. "Um, we don't have to do this, if you're scared." Jeremy said quietly.
Kurt's heart leapt for a moment. He wanted to take the out and run. But he knew he couldn't... they needed the money. Blaine was counting on him. He shook his head. "N-no... I... we should." He said, his voice shaking.
Jeremy bit his lip, and took a step closer. He put his hand on Kurt's elbow, and looked him hard in the eye. "Hey, are you alright?" He whispered. "I mean... you're not here against your will are you? You're not being forced?"
Kurt smiled at his concern, and shook his head. "No, I'm not being forced. I—really, I'm just nervous. I've never done this before, and... I'm not really sure what to do." He laughed nervously. "Everything I know about... about this, I learned from movies like Pretty Woman, and Mighty Aphrodite."
Jeremy gave him a kind smile. "Well, I'll do my best to help you then, because I have done this before." He turned and gestured to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. "Most people like to talk a bit first, you know, get comfortable." He said. Kurt nodded, and took a seat next to him.
Kurt was actually a bit surprised to hear that this was something he did regularly. "Why though? I mean, you're nice looking. Why do you need—"
"To pay for sex?" Jeremy finished.
Kurt nodded, and then his face turned red. "Oh god, I shouldn't have asked that, right? That's offensive or something, isn't it?"
To his relief, Jeremy laughed, and lay back on the bed. He propped himself up on his forearms, and smiled at Kurt. "Yeah, most people probably won't want to have to explain themselves to you, but I don't mind. Truthfully, I'm just really awful at relationships. My job keeps me busy, and I don't have the time to put into working at something healthy and stable. And I'm not the type of guy that can just go out to a bar and hook-up, I don't have the finesse or the charisma or whatever." He shrugged.
Kurt nodded, and tentatively lay down across from Jeremy. "That makes sense. So... so how often do you do this?"
Jeremy considered. "Well, it varies. Sometimes I won't do it for months, but there are other times when I'm trying to find someone every other week." He smiled. "I like to change up the person I'm seeing as much as possible, you know? I mean, I don't really think I'm the type of person this would happen to, but you hear horror stories about guys that see the same person for a long time, and they get to start thinking that they're Richard Greer from Pretty Woman."
Kurt tilted his head to the side. "What's wrong with that?" He asked quietly. He thought that sounded romantic.
"What's wrong with it is the person they're seeing isn't Julia Roberts." He said. "I mean, I'm strictly speaking about the higher class of prostitutes here," Kurt's stomach churned at the word. Prostitute. He swallowed, and tried to concentrate on what Jeremy was saying. He needed to listen... that's what his character would do, he thought. He needed to be that character...the one who could handle this. "—But these men and women aren'tlooking to be saved. Usually this is something they've chosen to do, because they can make good money, and to a certain extent they enjoy it. They're not looking for a way out, and they're definitely not looking to fall in love. So where does that leave Richard?"
Kurt frowned. "Standing on a fire escape, with no princess to rescue."
Jeremy smiled. "And no money left, either." He said.
"How could you ever fall in love with someone who would never love you back?" Kurt asked.
Jeremy's eyes ran over Kurt's face, and he smiled again. "Oh, I think it could be easy." He said quietly, leaning in. He brushed his finger over Kurt's cheekbone as he closed the space between their lips and gave Kurt a soft kiss. Kurt hesitated for a moment, the unfamiliar feeling of a strangers lips dazing him. Slowly, he lifted his hand up and let it rest against Jeremy's chest, and began kissing him back.
Afterwards, once Jeremy had left, Kurt lay in their bed and cried. No matter how nice Jeremy had been, and how good he'd been to him, the fact remained that he'd just had sex for money. Kurt Hummel, aspiring broadway star and NYU dropout had just let himself get fucked so he could pay his rent.
Not even the sweaty hands on his fat former boss had been able to make him feel this dirty.
He heard the door open, and Blaine came in and wrapped his arms around him, murmuring that it would be all right. He would take care of him.
Kurt let Blaine comfort him, his tears ceasing as Blaine told him how much he loved him, and how proud he was of him. Kurt kept waiting for Blaine to tell him he'd never have to do it again... but Blaine never said that.
A week later, Blaine brought in another man. He began to introduce him, but Kurt didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to know this guys name, and he didn't want anything to do with him.
"No, no fucking way Blaine!" Kurt screamed. "I will not!"
"Yes, you will." Blaine steeled. "We need to save up some money, and this is the best way to do it."
"Fuck you!"
"Keep it down!" Blaine hissed, his eyes darting to the door to their bedroom where the man was waiting. "He'll hear you."
"SO? So what?" He shouted. "I don't give a—"
Blaine's hand snapped forward, smacking him smartly across his cheek. He gasped, touching his cheek gingerly and staring at Blaine, shocked.
"Kurt, you need to do this." Blaine said quietly. "For us. It wasn't so bad last time, and it won't be so bad this time. Please?"
Kurt ground his teeth, and without saying anything further, stomped into the bedroom. The man had been sitting on the bed, and he stood up when Kurt came in and slammed the door behind him.
"Hi, I'm—" The man began.
"Save it." Kurt muttered, pushing him back on the bed. "You want to f-fuck me or not?"
The man nodded, and Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips against him. It was easier this time, because he was angry. He let the anger push him through the beginning, push him right through undressing and foreplay and stretching. The anger made it easier, made all of it go by as though it was some surreal, out of body experience.
Unfortunately, the anger couldn't last forever. It got him up right to lying on his stomach once again being ploughed by a stranger before it gave way, and Kurt was hit by the familiar feeling of emptiness and disgust.
The emptiness and self hatred lasted even after the man was gone, and Kurt was lying in bed, thinking about getting dressed and going for a walk, just to avoid seeing Blaine.
The door opened, and Blaine came in again. "I'm sorry about hitting you." He said quietly, taking a seat on the end of the bed. "I didn't want to you, I just..."
Kurt swallowed, hearing Blaine break off. He felt a guilty pit in his chest, and he crawled over and wrapped his arms around him. "Hey, it's alright." He whispered, kissing Blaine on the cheek. "I'm sorry I was acting so awfully."
Blaine gave him a small smile. "It's not so bad, right?"
Kurt gave him a shaky smile in return, glad that he'd taken acting lessons in school. "No... it's not."
Blaine leaned in and kissed him, pulling him into his arms. "I love you, Kurt. So much."
Kurt rested his head against Blaine's shoulder, the emptiness and the hate disappearing now that he was back in his boyfriends arms. "I love you too."
Things settled into an uneasy routine after that. With every "customer" he saw, Kurt found it became easier and easier to become the character he needed to be.
When Kurt was with a customer, he wasn't really having sex for money, he was developing his character. He was researching. He was performing his role in a grand production. You didn't always get the parts you wanted to play, but you did what you had to do because in the end it would be worth it. Because in the end, he was going to be a big, big star.
It made it easier, if he thought about it like that. If he didn't, he wasn't sure he would have been able to manage half the things he needed to do. Playing a part allowed him to do things that he, Kurt Hummel, never would have done in a million years. Things that would have disgusted and disturbed him.
At first, Kurt was only seeing one customer a week, but it wasn't long before Blaine increased that number to two or three. Kurt didn't let it bother him, he just told himself it meant he had more opportunities to work on his part. Develop his character, grow comfortable with him, learn who he was. It was important, being able to play the part as best as he could.
He played the part, the part of a character who could get down on his knees and take a strangers plastic-wrapped dick in his mouth and suck on it. His character didn't cry when strangers fingers pushed and poked inside him, preparing him to get fucked. His character was not him, he was someone else completely, someone who knew what they were doing. Someone experienced, and coy, who could flirt with their customers and charm them into coming back for more later.
Kurt could play his part, and when it was over he could be himself again. A separate entity who hadn't experienced anything the character he'd been playing had. After all, it had all just been an act. He wasn't prostitute, he was just playing one.
Unfortunately, when he was through with a customer, it always took Kurt a few moments to separate himself from his character. For those few moments, he found himself in a strange place where he was still half the person he was playing, and half himself. The two were together inside him, and their meeting made the world around him go completely still. Nothing outside existed anymore, there were only the two worlds inside him, and the people that lived in them. These worlds, these two parts of himself—now they existed together, just for a moment.
In that moment, they screamed. The world outside was quiet, but Kurt was deafened by the noise in his head. For those few moments, those two worlds fit together inside him and he couldn't tell which was which and who was who anymore. Kurt Hummel and the Prostitute, they were one in the same.
It was no wonder they screamed like they did.
It always passed quickly, the two halves untangling themselves and going their separate ways; the Prostitute going to rest up for his next customer, and Kurt going to do chores around the apartment, waiting for his boyfriend to come home.
When he wasn't acting, when he was just Kurt again, he spent all his time with his boyfriend. He and Blaine spent every free moment together, going out shopping (something Kurt had almost forgotten he loved to do) or walking around the parks. They didn't spend as much time in bed anymore, which was fine with Kurt. He enjoyed making love with Blaine, of course, but now he just didn't feel like it much of the time, and Blaine seemed to understand that. However, Kurt did miss the hours they'd spent cuddling.
Time passed, and eventually it became so that Kurt was seeing two or three customers a day. Kurt wouldn't have minded, he was used to it now, but as he began to see more customers, he found Blaine was around less and less. It used to be that Blaine would bring in each customer, and instruct him to wait in the bedroom. Afterwards he would deal with the money.
Now Kurt was receiving the customers himself, while Blaine was gone all day. He was instructed to get the money before hand, always.
While he liked that Blaine obviously trusted him enough to handle these things himself, he missed his boyfriend. On days when he didn't have any customers, Kurt was now left to wander around by himself. Blaine gave him money for shopping and such, but it wasn't as much fun by himself.
One night, while they ate dinner together at the island in Blaine's nice little kitchen, Kurt decided to approach the subject. "Blaine, where do you go everyday?"
Blaine looked surprised that he was asking. "Oh...well, different places. I have a few...jobs. Different places in the city...the hours aren't stable though, so I'm never sure when I'll be working or where."
"What kind of jobs?"
Blaine furrowed his brow. "Why are you suddenly so interested?" He asked, smiling in a way that let Kurt know he was about to try and change the subject. "It's boring stuff, nothing you want to hear about. Tell me, what were you doing all day?"
Kurt shrugged. "I went to one of those street markets and looked around a bit, but I don't know–"
"Aw, you love those! Don't tell me you couldn't find anything?" Kurt shrugged again, and Blaine looked concerned. "Kurt, are you alright? I mean... is it because I've been gone so much?"
Kurt opened his mouth to say no, no of course it wasn't. He was fine, really... but then he decided "to heck with it." Blaine was his boyfriend... if he wanted to complain, he was going to. "Well...yes, actually. I miss you." He pouted.
Blaine sighed, and took Kurt's hand in his. "I know, I miss you too. I'm just really trying to get organized here... you know, save up for our future—" Kurt's heart began beating a bit faster at that, and he missed a bit of what Blaine was saying. He was saving up for their future. Their future. Their future together. "—I just want things to be good for you, you know? I love you."
Kurt nodded. "I know, I love you too. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel bad."
Blaine shook his head. "No, no you're right. You're working hard all week, and I should be here more often. And I will, I promise. I just have a few things I need to sort out. Give me a little longer, alright?"
Kurt nodded. "Of course, anything."
They cleaned up their plates, and Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck and kissed him into the bedroom.
After they made love, and long after Blaine had fallen asleep, Kurt stayed awake, enjoying the feeling of his boyfriends arms around him.
Blaine was still very absent over the next few weeks, but at the end of the month Kurt finally found out what he'd been doing all that time he was away... and his name was Sam.
A/N: Both chapters one and two felt like an introduction to me, so I thought it would be good to upload them sort of together.