Author's Note: This is a rather lame and rushed chapter, but that's because it's a filler. I can't say when the next update will be. Probably next week. I'll bring sexy times. And an old Kurt we all remember.
I want to say thank you to everyone who's alerted/favorited/reviewed. I had a major fear that this would just go unnoticed and I'd be very, very sad. But I've gotten nothing but a positive response so I thank you all for that. Don't be scared to ask questions or praise...or hell, even knock me down a few peggs, though that would suck very much so and I'd go sit in the bath and cry. And no one wants that. Especially my bath.
I feared going back to work, but all of that was put to rest when I received a phone call just as I stepped off the bus. David and Wes had taken Wes' car back to work, which I hadn't even thought of being a problem until after I left the strip club. I was forced to take the bus, which wasn't that big of a deal—it just made me late to work. I roamed my pockets until I found the one that was buzzing and I answered it, hearing my father's voice on the other end.
"I need you to do something for me," he said.
"What?" I asked, spotting the building that I had to go into. I crossed the busy street, checking for cars.
"Go home."
I paused mid-step, a car honking as I blocked the path and jogged the rest of the way. "What? But I'm here. I know I'm late and stuff…"
"I need you to take a few days off. This bad air between us isn't good for anyone."
"Me taking time off of work isn't going to change that," I stated.
"Yeah, I know, but your mom's been telling me that you've been stressed. I don't need my son having a heart attack before I do. Take a week or two off, with pay, and then we'll talk about things. All right?"
I had my hand on the handle of the large glass door. I could have ignored him and opened it, returning to my work that I loathed. But I didn't open the doors. Instead I agreed that I'd take some time off, some much needed time off.
I hung up with my father and turned on a heel, heading to the parking lot. I got into my car and drove off, trying to decide what to do with the rest of my day. I had nearly five more hours of work until I would be forced to go to my mother's and Tom's, but now it was just five hours of nothing. I could go home, but once there I wouldn't want to leave again.
I decided to run some errands. My fridge and cupboards were rather empty, and I had a few socks that were starting to sport some holes.
Though, to my luck I wasn't slow at shopping. I never stared at two similar products, trying to decipher which one was better or worthy of paying more. It was just a habit to put the most familiar objects into the hand basket and be done with it.
Self-checkout was a Godsend. I didn't have to deal with the slow ass cashiers or the stupid bag-boys who always put my bread with my shampoo. If I wanted cheese and turkey on crackers then I would have bought crackers, not fucking whole wheat bread. Plus self-checkout didn't make me feel self-conscious about the things I purchased, like socks. I mean, what must cashiers think when I put a package of socks next to my milk? Especially when I'm doing this every month. They're probably thinking, "Why does he go through so many socks? What on Earth could he be doing with them?" That's when things get awkward. Why else would socks go fast for a male? And I don't even use them for masturbation! I just don't wear shoes all the time, and I hate having bare feet against my kitchen and bathroom tiles.
Like I said, self-checkout equals a miracle for men who live on their own.
Against my will I was at my apartment, only to put things away. I would have stayed and got out of my suit, but I knew that as soon as I was naked thoughts of Kurt would be back and I'd probably be tempted to kill a sock or two…which I don't do. I left again, driving to the only place where I really had an option to go.
My mom lived about twenty minutes away in Westerville. It was nice to be in the familiar town. I passed by an old church - which I never stepped a foot in but I still admired its beauty – and sighed. I was being dramatic with the nostalgia, what with the fact that I was in this town nearly three times a week, but after hours in Columbus you start to miss the small things.
I spotted Tom checking the mail and waved to him as I pulled the car up into the driveway.
"Blaine! What are you doing here so early?" he asked as he walked up to me, a big smile on his face. I got of my car and shut the door, locking it as I met him the rest of the way.
"Hey, aren't you glad to see me?" I teased. He laughed and gave me a quick hug. Tom had been the man my mom remarried me when she and my father divorced when I was five. He was a good man, almost better than my own father, though I wouldn't admit that to anyone in this family.
We both walked into the house, the sounds of dogs barking. Two black labs came up to me and started to sniff me, their heads ramming into my legs and forcing me to nearly fall over. Tom laughed at me and eventually we both made it through and into the living room, where my mother was dusting. She was a bit of a clean freak, which was ironic because she owned probably two of the messiest dogs on the planet.
"What in the world are you doing here so early?" Clearly I'm a work slut.
"Dad told me to take a vacation. I obliged." She opened her mouth to speak. I would not let that happen. "Where's Lucy?"
My mom sighed and pulled her curly hair into a clip, flicking her wrist to the direction of the stairs. I grinned and bowed my head, prancing up the stairs.
I could hear the sound of a piano and the soft voice of Lucy from her bedroom. I tapped on the door but didn't get a response. I opened it and spotted her in front of her laptop, her electric piano I had gotten her for Christmas in front of her. She was singing a song I wasn't familiar with, but she still sang it beautifully.
She looked at herself on the computer and stopped playing, snapping her head back to me.
"Don't you know how to knock?" she hissed, standing up and pushing the stop button on her laptop and turning to face me, her hands on her hips.
"I did. You didn't hear me," I said as I walked farther into her room, picking up a picture frame of her and a boy with a Justin Bieber hair cut. Her sparkly pink nails came flying at me and she pulled the picture away, glaring at me.
"Stop touching my stuff! Mom! Go away, Blaine. Mom! Blaine's touching my stuff!" Lucy ran out into the hallway and started to yell down the stairs. "Mom! Mother! Blaine's being a dick! Mom!"
Sometimes I wish that my mom and Tom only had dogs instead of a teenage girl.
"Lucy, don't swear! And Blaine, leave your sister's stuff alone!" my mom shouted back, the dogs starting to bark as the yelling continued. I sighed and rolled my eyes, taking a seat on Lucy's bed and falling back into her girly pillows. Why is she so girly?
Lucy walked back into her room, her blonde hair resting on her shoulders as she stared down at me.
"You're stupid," she said. I only laughed.
"I can't say hello to my little sister? I thought she loved me."
"She thinks you're stupid," she said once again.
"So, you've got a new boyfriend?"
She sighed and sat beside me, her blue eyes suddenly glazing over.
"Yes!" she squealed. "And he's perfect! His name is Josh. He's a freshman. We've been going out for a week now. I'm in love."
Lucy was always in love. I didn't know how I had such a promiscuous little sister. She was only thirteen and I prayed to God she wasn't having sex. But even if she was no one could stop her. She was an unstoppable force of female hormones and she won't rest until she finds a guy who's willing to say "I love you" even if they don't mean it.
"What happened to Charlie?"
She scoffed. "Do not even bring him up. He's such a dick. Casey said she saw him making out with some skank from McKinley. Ugg. I want to kill them both. I hope they die."
I sighed and got up, realizing how comfortable her bed was. I slid down until my feet touched the floor.
"Where are you going?" she asked, nearly freaking out.
"Downstairs. Is that okay with you?" I asked back.
She looked down and pulled at a loose thread on her jeans. "I was sort of hoping you'd teach me to play a song. The talent show is next week and I want to audition."
"Of course I'll help!"
Sure she may hate me, but I'm probably Lucy's favorite person in the entire universe. I just sometimes wished I could live up to that more.
Happily she hopped over to her backpack and pulled out sheet music, explaining to me how I needed to teach her how to play it with proper piano hands. Just as happy I walked over to the piano and began to teach her.
A few hours later we were all sitting in the dining room, the sounds of dogs scratching at the glass doors as they watched hopelessly as we ate our dinner. Tom and my mom were talking about getting a cat for Lucy, saying how she needed to get her grades up if she wanted the one she'd seen at the shelter. Lucy promised she would, but we all knew that was a lie. Lucy was lazy.
"What about you, Blaine?" my mom asked as she shook some ranch on her salad. "Are you going to do anything special with this time off you're taking?" She obviously wasn't thrilled about this. Her hazel eyes narrowed at me, as if she was telling me that she knew exactly what had happened hours before.
"I'm going to Vegas," I muttered between my bite of spaghetti and a sip of wine.
"Whatever for?" my mother asked, nonchalantly.
I shrugged. "Just need a break. It's no big deal or anything."
"Are you going with your father?" asked Tom. I shook my head and he put his fork down.
"Who are you going with then?"
This was one thing that I sort of liked about my step-father. He cared. Sometimes too much, but he cared nonetheless. It was a lot more I could say for my actual father. Or mother for that matter.
"Just a friend. Well, I may be going alone if he says no…"
Tom raised an eyebrow. "He?"
That caught my mom's attention. "You've got a boyfriend?"
For a woman who had dreams of having a daughter-in-law, she sure got overly excited whenever a boy was brought up by me.
Lucy started to sing then, "Blaine's got a boyfriend. Ooh ooh. Blaine's got a boyfriend. Ooh la la."
I kicked her under the table. Not hard enough for my liking.
"I don't have a boyfriend."
"Oh, then are you going with Wes or David?" Tom buzzed.
Lucy smirked. "David, most definitely."
I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to defend my friend's sexuality but decided not to get into it with her.
"Who with, then?" my mom asked.
"Just a friend. But like I said, I'll probably just end up going alone."
"Can I come?" Lucy asked.
"No," Tom and my mom said together loudly, glaring at her. She sunk in her seat and looked down at her food, looking like she had been told that she could have the kitten and then was told she couldn't.
I elbowed her. "When you turn twenty-one I'll take you, kay? We'll go see the strippers together." A large, impossible smile appeared on Lucy's face.
"Blaine!" my mom hissed.
"Really?" the teen asked.
"Really."
Tom was laughing and my mom was huffing. She and my dad had that in common. I wonder if Lucy and I will end up doing that at some infuriating moment in our lives. I sure as fuck hope we don't; it's really unattractive.
To save us all from the fire that was about to burst out of my mother's flesh Tom changed the subject. For the rest of the meal we all talked about weather and some sports' teams. Lucy and my mom gossiped about things on E, both trying to get me to join in and share my opinions. My mother insinuated that because I'm gay I had to be really into fashion and the Kardashians. I'm not, really. I'm a pretty horrible gay.
Eventually it was time for me to leave. Lucy asked if I'd be back in time to see her at the talent show if she made it. I told her I would because I knew she'd be taking home the gold. She smiled and hugged me, and then said something about taking protection with me. Those words shouldn't be coming out of a thirteen year old's mouth.
My mom kissed me on the cheek and Tom shook my hand. The dogs sniffed my crotch and I felt mortified. I left that house faster than possible and headed back to Columbus.
I arrived home just as the clocks turned nine. I dropped the objects from my pockets into the bowl on the coffee table and threw my jacket absentmindedly on the sofa. I used my toes to kick off my shoes and undid my tie, all the while walking to my computer.
I took a seat and unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt as my email started to load. I was trying to make myself comfortable for the mean time before I stripped down to my boxers and passed out in my bed. Most of the email was spam, along with a few forwarded emails from some of my less computer savvy co-workers. Wes had multiple emails sent, all of which were scenes from a book he was working on. I'd agreed to read them and give him my thoughts on them, but honestly all I wanted to do was watch some TV and go to bed.
I was about to click on one of them when a familiar yet unfamiliar name appeared. I clicked on it, suddenly leaning into my monitor.
from: Kurt Hummel
to: Blaine Anderson
subject: Viva Las Vegas
I've thought about your offer for a few hours now. A sane person would have immediately said no or thought it over for a couple of days, but I am neither sane nor do I have the time to dwell on simple matters. $10,000 is a lot, and I'm still unsure if you're the actual crazy one or not, but for that amount I am willing to take my chances. But under my terms.
You will pay for all my expenses: plane ride to and from, hotel room, meals, etc.
Any of the sexual activities will between 10:00 PM and 2:00 AM. Never before or after. If this deal is breeched than you will send me back to home.
I would also like the cash up front.
When, where, and what time?
- K
I smiled to myself, not hesitating to hit the reply button. I was surprised to find my fingers trembling as the tips touched the keys. I honestly wanted this to not be a big deal, but it was. I was thrilled that he said yes, but a bit hesitant. I would comply with his terms, but I had a few of my own.
-:-
Four days later I was in Wes' car, getting a lift to the Barnes & Noble where Kurt and I had agreed to meet. He had said that he wanted to pick up some reading material for the plane ride.
"I still feel bad for making you go alone," Wes said to me as he pulled into the parking lot.
"Don't. I need some time alone." Yeah, so at this point no one knows me and Kurt are going to Vegas together. I told my mom that "my friend" had said no. She opposed of me going alone, as did David and now Wes. Even my dad didn't like the idea. But I was determined to go. More so I was determined to go with Kurt.
Wes pulled up to the doors and I climbed out, grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulder as I waved a goodbye and walked into the building. I took in the smell of coffee and books and sighed, wondering where in the world Kurt could be. Was he even here?
I found myself in front of a magazine rack, not really wanting anything or carrying about the not so juicy celebrity gossip. I spotted Lady Gaga on a cover of Rolling Stone and went for it, but somebody had beaten me to it.
"Sorry," a soft voice rang out. I recognized it, almost as if I had heard it every day of my life.
Kurt held the magazine to his chest. I smiled and he frowned. "Oh, it's you."
"And here I thought you'd be dying to see me! I am taking you to Vegas after all," I joked.
His eyes appraised me. "Mm, yes."
Biting my lip I asked, "Are you ready? Got everything you need?"
"Sure. Let me just…" He lifted up the magazine and waved it, rushing off to the check-out. I followed him, unable to keep up with his fast pace because of random people who got in my way.
By the time I was by his side he was handing a credit card to the cashier. Part of me wanted to pay the five bucks for the damn thing but I had a deep down feeling that he wouldn't like that very much. I noticed him glancing at me through the corner of his eye and sort of got paranoid.
"You haven't shaved," he noted as he walked away. I followed him once again and ran a hand over my chin, feeling the soft pin-pricks of stubble against my skin.
"Yeah, I thought I'd take this time to be a bit of a lazy bum and not shave."
He clucked his tongue and stepped out the doors.
"Are we walking? I took the bus so…" he asked, looking back at me for an answer.
I nodded and smiled, he only blinked and headed for the crosswalk. I fell in sync with his step, noticing how he was taller than me. By like an inch. We didn't speak and I took in that moment to look him over. I would have loved to say that he dressed opposite of his stripper look, but that would have been a lie. He wore knee high leather boots and dark purple pants. He topped that with red fringed leather biker jacket and a black shirt underneath that. He carried a rather large vanity case by a strap on his shoulder, holding it with two hands instead of one like me.
I think it was supposed to be fashionable, but like I said, I'm not that kind of gay.
I ran a hand over my chin again, smiling once more.
"Don't you like it?" I asked.
He sighed. "Like what?"
"The beard I'm growing."
He stopped walking and snapped his head to me.
"The money," he said, holding a palm out. I rolled my eyes and pulled my bag up, getting out the check I had put on the inside pocket. I handed it to him and he looked it over.
"There's only five thousand here."
"Correct," I said in a patronizing tone.
"We agreed on ten thousand."
"Yes, we did." I started to zip my bag. "You'll get the rest later."
He opened his mouth and his eyes were wide with rage, but instead of yelling his jaw shut and he continued to walk. It took us almost ten minutes to get to the airport, and once again Kurt was taking lead and pushing his way through the crowds.
He waited for me to get our tickets, and I could feel the questions burning in his brain as we went through security.
"Company air mileages," I said as we made it to our gate. "We often go out of town or to different states for business shit. I almost went to Australia but my dad, who is my boss might I add, thought that a son like his didn't deserve to leave the damn country."
We took our seat as we waited for a plane to board. I thought that Kurt would take the seat next to me but he skipped it and sat one chair away. He put his bag at his feet and turned his body to me.
"Your company…Corporate Offices, right?" he asked. I nodded my head and he continued. "I noticed that it was on your card and email…even the check. Should all of that be so involved with what we're doing?"
He was worried about getting caught, clearly. Worried about getting in trouble or ending up in a court room. "Well, my family owns the company. I can basically do whatever. If anyone found out about this my father would be trying to drown everything in money. We're fine, Kurt."
We sat there for a nearly twenty minutes, neither of us speaking to each other or making eye contact. Kurt settled by reading his magazine and I sent texts to Wes and David, who were still down in guilt city. Over the intercom it was announced that our plane was ready to board and we stood up, making our way to the plane.
The doors leading to the short path that led to the plane seemed almost as if it led to Hell rather than Vegas. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself, but there was something that had been bothering me.
"Kurt, wait," I said breathlessly, closing my eyes.
"What?" he asked. I heard him step closer to me and felt his bag land on my feet. I opened my eyes, surprised to see him so close. "Oh, you're not looking so good."
"I'll be fine. I just…"
I took another deep breath and stiffened my shoulders.
"Before we do this. Before anything happens. I must know…"
He leaned in, his eyes locked on mine. "Yes?"
"How old are you, Kurt?"
"Nineteen," he spat out. I felt my eyes go wide. "Is that a problem?"
"Uh, yeah. You're barely legal!"
He rolled his eyes and picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. "I am legal, Mr. Anderson. I can take care of myself. I make my own decisions. Now, I want to get this over and done with. Our plane is boarding."
I watched him as he walked over to the woman and handed her his ticket, giving a thanks and walking onto the plane. Clearly he was determined to go, even if he didn't want to be there.
The thought made me smile. And like I had been doing for the past hour, I followed Kurt onto the plane. In a few hours, both he and I would be doing things we probably never would have before.
Obviously we both needed to be put in a nut house for greedy nuts…no pun intended.
Ending Note: The whole Wes gives Blaine his words in an email was inspired by me and the very lovely Jenny (whom will probably be mentioned a lot). We do this more than we breathe. Honestly. Also my ego was the size of the sun whilst writing this. Never in my life has this happened, so I surely enjoyed it. Plus I've formed this new method of writing and it's working really well. Not sure how long this will last, but we can only hope for the best, right? Right.