Chapter 4:
Summer was ending, and the leaves were turning golden when Blaine finally began Sam's upgrade from "boyfriend" to "worker."
Kurt had been instructed to stay in his bedroom, but after Blaine told Sam what he wanted from him, he had no trouble hearing.
"You're kidding—tell me you're kidding!" Sam screamed. He sounded like he was about to cry. "Oh god Blaine I can't—"
Kurt could hear Blaine trying to reassure him, calm him down—quiet him down. The customer would hear.
Kurt felt something stir in his gut, something very 'd been looking forward to this for the longest time now, the moment when precious and innocent Sam would finally get what's coming to him...but it wasn't anything like he imagined. In fact, he felt a bit sick.
"Why don't you make him do it!" Sam shouted. "He's the big slut."
Kurt's head snapped up, and his mouth fell open a bit. Besides the incident with Sam's "singing," he hadn't given too much thought to what Sam thought of him, or the men he saw every day. Of course that was how it would look to him. He ground his teeth, feeling a little less sympathetic then he had a moment ago. We'll see who's the big slut now, he thought bitterly.
"Please, Blaine— I—please." Sam begged.
God, just shut up and do it already, Kurt thought, running his fingers through his hair. He couldn't take listening to this.
There was a long, drawn out silence and Kurt held his breath. He strained his ears, and tried to hear what was happening. Blaine must be talking, murmuring the sweet little lies that would move Sam into the bedroom and onto his knees, barely ready and only semi-willing to let a stranger fuck him for money.
Kurt jumped as a quiet rapping on his door startled him out of his thoughts. "You can come out now," Blaine said quietly.
Kurt pulled open the door, and found Blaine leaning against the frame, a tired look on his face. "So, that went well."
Blaine groaned and turned away. "God he was difficult..."
"Well what did you expect? He thinks he's your boyfriend." Kurt said, rolling his eyes. He glanced towards the bedroom, where inside Sam was probably scared out of his mind. He had been.
"You weren't that difficult." Blaine reminded him. He put a hand Kurt's shoulder, and ran his thumb along his smooth neck. "You were perfect."
"Well, I knew you loved me." Kurt whispered. "I knew you wouldn't let anything bad ever happen to me..." Kurt closed his eyes and let the feeling of Blaine's hands on him take him away from thoughts of Sam's wide, blue-green eyes and the way they were probably brimming with tears at that very moment. It felt so good, to have Blaine's hands back on him.
"I've missed you, Kurt." Blaine whispered, brushing his lips over his neck. Kurt shivered, his mouth opening a bit. "I've missed this..."
"So come back to me." Kurt said, his voice low and quiet. He opened his eyes. "Sam's done now. He's right where he should be and so are you." He said, squeezing his arms around him.
Blaine shook his head, pulling away. "No, not yet. You remember how you were right after. It's delicate. I need to be with Sam more then ever now." He folded his arms across his chest, shaking his head.
Kurt sighed. "You think he might leave?"
Blaine shook his head again. "Nah, he needs me."
"I tried," Kurt said, shrugging.
"Didn't get very far." Blaine pointed out. He took his hands, and look him in the eye. "Kurt, when I found Sam he was like a lost little puppy dog. No where to go, no idea about the world he was living in or how to survive. Another week, and I guarantee he would have gotten picked up by some low-life sleazy pimp, who'd make him turn tricks on a street corner for a hundred bucks an hour. He is lucky that I found him. Lucky that he's got someone who's going to take care of him, and make sure he's safe."
Kurt smiled, and leaned in to kiss him. "I know," He said, hugging himself close his boyfriend. "But I don't want to be here the next few times... ok?"
He felt Blaine nod. "I'll make sure you're scheduled elsewhere."
Kurt smiled, and glanced back at the door to the bedroom. He could hear the bed creaking now, and a low moaning he knew was from the customer...
Sam didn't make a sound.
Blaine made good on his promise. When Sam was introduced to his second customer, Kurt was across town in a swanky apartment, letting Shane Kelly, the owner of a very prominent night club in downtown New York called Clamour, tell him what a perfectly exquisite creature he was. Kurt had to admit, he loved it when the customers flirted with him like this, treating him like he was a beautiful prize.
"I mean, good lord," Shane said in a clipped Irish accent, circling his hand around Kurt's waist. He kissed along the back of Kurt's neck, his fingers pulling his shirt out from his pants. "You are truly magnificent."
Kurt tilted his head back and let his eyes fall shut as Shane ran his fingers under his shirt, tracing the contours of his body. "Mmm, do go on..." He murmured.
Shane pressed his mouth against his ear, and spoke in a rough voice. "I cannot wait to see how you look on your back, while I'm fucking you..."
The shift was instant, so quick Kurt never had to think about it. Kurt just let himself fall away and was replaced with a different Kurt, who found comments like that just as enjoyable as the real Kurt had found the praise. At this point, switching into character was second nature.
This Kurt pulled away, and fixed Shane with a seductive grin. He trailed his finger down Shane's chest and tilted his head to the side. "Talk," He said, his lips not even half an inch from his customers. "Is cheap." Shane was breathing heavily, and when Kurt moved his hand between Shane's legs, an aching moan rumbled from the back of his throat. "But since I'm not...why don't we get to it?" He bit down on Shane's lip as his kissed him, grinning at Shane's reaction.
"Don't worry, love." Shane replied, backing up towards his bed. "I've got enough money to keep you here all night long..."
Kurt grinned. "Promises, promises..." He said, pushing Shane back on the bed and climbing on top of him.
Blaine was going to be so pleased.
While he could avoid being there when Sam met his customers, he did still have to live there the rest of the time, and if he thought Sam had been a pain to live with before, it was nothing compared to now...
The change that had taken place in the once sunny blond was almost incredible. He barely spoke anymore. He just sat on the couch all day, leaning against Blaine when he was there and staring off into space. Kurt never saw him reading his comics, or heard him playing his stupid guitar.
Eventually Sam began watching TV again, but that was about the only sign he showed of improvement. Kurt wanted to shake him, and slap him, and then shake him some more.
Blaine was growing annoyed too, because unlike Kurt, Sam didn't seem to be able to snap himself out of it when he had to see a customer. He slumped around in front of them and never made eye-contact. It was wholly unprofessional.
Kurt didn't understand him. Sure, starting out hadn't been fun for him either, but Blaine had gotten him through it in the least painful way possible. And he was doting on Sam every minute of the day, kissing him and holding him and trying to convince him to go out... but Sam just sat there. It was ridiculous. Kurt would have killed to have that time with Blaine back, and Sam was just letting it roll right over him. Well, he wasn't willing to just let Blaine waste his time like that. If Sam didn't care about being with Blaine, there was someone who did.
"It's my turn," Kurt told him one night before dinner, standing with his hands firmly on his hips. Blaine raised his eyebrows. "I'm serious, he's had you for long enough and he doesn't even care anymore. I miss you, and I want you. Now."
Blaine glanced around the apartment, as if he expected to find Sam sitting somewhere and staring at him with his big puppy dog eyes, but Sam was three blocks over, at the apartment of one of Kurt's regular customers (something that bothered him greatly).
To his immense surprise, Blaine nodded. "Alright." He said, walking towards him.
"Really?" Kurt asked, abandoning his firm tone.
Blaine smiled, and put a hand on his cheek. "Yeah. You're right, Sam's had me all to himself for long enough, and I mean he's not doing great now, but it doesn't seem like anything I'm doing is helping so..." He shrugged. "I'll talk to him about spending tonight with you when he gets back."
Four months, two weeks and three days. That was exactly how long it had been since Blaine and Kurt had slept together—spent the night together. But from the moment Blaine lay him back on his bed, it was if none of that time had existed. They'd never been apart, there'd never been a Sam. It was just him and his boyfriend, together forever.
He couldn't believe how good it felt, to have Blaine's mouth back on his body, and Blaine's legs tangled between his, and the taste of Blaine'sskin back on his lips. How good it felt to not have to be someone else during sex, but to just relax and let himself—his real self—enjoy what was happening.
"I love you," Blaine murmured, a kissing a line down his neck the way so many other mouths that weren't his had done. "So much..."
Kurt smiled, pressing his fingers deep into Blaine's back as he clung to him. He wanted to get lost in this, in this moment where it was just him and Blaine, and no one else. He wanted Blaine to be his, forever, and he only wanted to be Blaine's. Blaine's and no one else's. He didn't want anyone else, he didn't want there to have been anyone else.
"I love you too." Kurt whispered.
Kurt didn't understand the tears in his eyes, and he hoped Blaine didn't see them.