AN: Hello all! Off topic and I seem to talk a lot about our boys here BUT I was so proud of Darren for the HP premiere. Three years ago this week I watched him on AVPM and never thought anything would come from it, now he's invited to the premiere of the actual movie. :'(

ANYWAY

This is my longest chapter to date, and it jumps around a little, I apologize. But we get to see Blaine at his other job finally. Also, there's some smut at the end, if you don't want to read that, you'll realize where it starts. I promise it's nothing too graphic. I don't know why so many of you don't like Bryce, he's such a nice boy. :) A

Chapter 7

"I just don't quite understand why you won't tell Kurt. It's literally killing me to keep something from him, you do realize that? I literally tell him everything, every small little thing, and this is big, huge, amazing, and I can't tell him," Blaine said as he gazed at Hayden and Santana over a cup of coffee.

"Look, Hobbit, she says she doesn't want him to know yet, so let it be." It was seven in the morning, and Santana was obviously not a morning person.

Hayden looked startled at Santana's outburst, but whispered a "thank you" to her before turning to Blaine. "It's complicated. At first, it was just because I didn't want to make a big deal about it. I should be comfortable with who I am by now. I didn't think Kurt would appreciate that I'm living practically in the closet."

Blaine looked at the girl sitting across from him, she had no reason to be afraid of Kurt's reaction, "Kurt is a completely understanding person, Hayden. He would support you and help you feel comfortable."

"I know that now, but it's changed." She looked away uncomfortably, not meeting Blaine or Santana's eyes.

Blaine looked confused, and Santana looked like she'd rather be sleeping. "Can you explain?" Blaine said as gently as he could, seeing as his patience was waning.

"I could. But I'm not going to." Hayden had put up all of her walls again.

Santana stood up quickly, "I'm going to get more coffee. If I need to be awake, I need to actually feel awake."

Blaine glanced at the line, and saw that it was almost to the door. He'd have some time to talk to Hayden. Leaning forward, he took her hand, "Do you want to tell me what's going on? Because I don't understand and I can't keep doing this. It's only been five days and I'm dying."

Hayden realized that she shouldn't make Blaine keep something like this from Kurt. Kurt was her employee and her friend, and this was potentially hurtful. "Blaine, I'm scared."

A crease appeared between Blaine's eyebrows, "Of what? Kurt of all people will accept you!"

She shook her head, "No, no. That's not what I'm afraid of now. I'm afraid of what could happen. What if Santana and I don't work out? What if you both have to pick sides? What if you don't pick mine? I've never really had close friends like I do with the both of you. I'm afraid I'd lose Kurt if something happened."

Blaine leaned back, thinking about what Hayden said, "But you aren't afraid of losing me?" A hurt look passed over his face.

"No! I mean, of course I'm afraid of losing you. Like I said before, you're the best friend I've had in my life. But Kurt had a deeper friendship with Santana than you do. I kind of assumed you'd pick me anyway." Hayden smiled hopefully at Blaine, "God, I'm already fucking this up."

"You're not. It's cute, but you have to have more faith in Kurt. He won't drop you for Santana if things go badly. I'm not even sure he and Santana were that close. She did this weird bully whips thing for him at one point, but that ended when she didn't win prom queen." Blaine's heart both hurt and leapt at the memory of that fateful prom night. "She's actually the reason he got to go back to his high school."

Hayden peered at Santana who was now ordering another coffee, "Did she? I really like her," Hayden blushed, "Oh my god. Is that completely middle school to say?"

"Yes, but it's cute. So you pass." Blaine glanced at his watch, "Shit. I've got to get to work. Plus I work tonight too, so if you come visit you won't see me."

Hayden perked up, "Do you start bartending tonight?"

Blaine nodded, "Yup. Paparazzi. You two should drop by." He smiled at Santana who just looked confused.

"Uhm. Not to be rude, but how did you get a job there considering you're only 19?" Hayden mirrored Santana's confused expression.

"You can bartend here at 18, you just can't drink," Blaine said offhandedly, "and I guess Santana can't go because she's only 19 too. Bummer. Kurt can't go either."

"Hobbit are you crazy? I have a fake ID and I can get in. I'll get Porcelain one too, do you have a picture of his head on your phone?" She appraised Blaine for a moment, "and I mean the one with his face on it. Although I wouldn't say no to the other just for future reference."

Hayden shot a glare at Santana, "You better be kidding."

Blaine blushed, "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, I don't want people to find out my boyfriend snuck in the club…Plus can you get it done in under a day?"

"Send me one, hobs. You'll regret it if you don't. And yes, I can get it made that quickly. Don't you worry."

Blaine stood and grabbed his bag, "All right, all right. I will. I'll see you too later!"

"WAIT!" Hayden yelled, "If Santana gets him a fake, he's going to know about me."

Santana looked like this had already dawned on her, "And?"

Hayden sighed, "Fine."

Santana leaned over and kissed Hayden on the cheek, "It'll be fine."

Blaine hugged Hayden close, "We'll never choose sides."

Hayden knew she had to face her fears with this, even if it was going to be difficult.

Blaine was nervous about his first day of work, and Kurt could see that. "Baby, why don't you sit for awhile instead of pacing?"

Blaine started doing jumping jacks in the middle of the living room, "Because. What if I don't remember how to make a drink or what if I spill?"

Kurt watched Blaine, "First of all, stop doing that. You can't get to ridiculously good looking or you might leave me behind. Second, you will be fine. Stop worrying. I only wish I could be there."

Blaine jumped up, "Oh shit. I forgot. You can be! This was dropped off at work for you today. I had a friend make it." Blaine ran back to the bedroom and brings his wallet out, "We got this made for you."

Kurt looked at the card Blaine handed him, "You got me a fake ID? Blaine, I can't. That's against the law. Plus, I'm not quite sure I like you being friends with people who have access to fake IDs."

A smirk appeared on Blaine's face, "Well, you're going to see the person who gave you the ID. You'll want to see who it's from." He proceeded to do sit ups on the floor.

"Okay, okay. I'll be there." Kurt grinned, "But I'm not drinking. We don't have that money to spend."

"Fine with me. And can you try not to look too good? I don't want you being stolen from me!" Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt sweetly, "Or better yet, why don't you invite Bryce? Maybe he can find a man while he's there." Blaine also secretly hoped he'd keep the poachers off of Kurt. He yelled over his shoulder on his way out, "Call Hayden to find out what's going on."

Kurt sat there confused, what did Hayden want to do at Paparazzi? The typical clientele were gay men and lesbians. Kurt started connecting the dots in his head right away.

Blaine took the subway down to Paparazzi and when he walked in, he wanted to turn around again. Standing against the bar were two guys in low slung jeans and no shirts, and a girl in a low cut top and short skirt. Blaine's heart sank, he had completely forgotten that part of the reason the pay for working here was so high was because he needed to be shirtless. It's not that he was afraid he would look bad, because they were struggling for money, he hadn't been eating quite as much usual. But he hadn't warned Kurt, and he wasn't sure Kurt would be too happy about the fact that he was going to have men staring at his chest the whole night.

"Hi! You must be Blaine!" the girl said, "Welcome to the crew at Paparazzi! I'm Lisa and this Jimmy and Marco. You're only working with me tonight, but they're here for waxing day."

Blaine looked at the girl, "Waxing day?"

"Of course. Shirt off. We need to wax your chest hair. And since this is your first day, I'm gong to assume we have a forest." She walked back towards the bar.

Blaine staggered forward, "Um. Is it necessary that I have no chest hair?"

Marco laughed, "Yes. We can't have any of it getting in the drinks."

Lisa led all three boys into the back room where Blaine also dropped off his bag.

Blaine watched as Marco had the hot wax poured over his chest and then Lisa pulled it off. The boy's smile didn't even flinch.

"You're done, Marco. The Italian in you may give you thick hair, but I think it's finally starting to subside. Thank god." Lisa turned to Blaine, "Trust me, you can't be any worse off than he was. You literally couldn't see skin through his hair."

Marco put his shirt back on and winked at Blaine, "Have a good first night. Since it's a Thursday it shouldn't be so bad. Hopefully we get to work together sometime soon." With that, he walked out of the club.

"He's a bit of a lover boy. Don't listen to him," Jimmy grinned at Blaine, "And he really doesn't have much to give, if you ask me."

Lisa gave the strip on Johnny's chest a particularly hard tug, "Now don't get him involved in our drama," she turned to Blaine, "they used to date. Now they don't. So every time we get a new person here they chicken fight over him until he either leaves or they both sleep with him."

"Well, I have a boyfriend, so that's not gonna happen." He smiled at Jimmy, "I'm flattered though, really."

Jimmy too finished rather quickly, "Well, seeya around then. If something with the boyfriend changes, let me know."

Lisa watched him walk out, "Seriously. Don't every try to work with them. Most of the time you'll probably work with me because I requested not to work with either of them. So I guess you should get to know me, but first, shirt off."

Blaine liked the way she was all business, so he took his shirt off, "Well. How much is this going to hurt?"

She appraised him, "Well, probably a little bit of pain. Okay, well a lot. But I think what we uncover is going to be amazing. You're boyfriend is a lucky man." Her eyes stayed on Blaine's abs a little too long.

"Are you a lesbian?" He knew it was rude, but he had to ask.

"Strictly speaking, no. But my dads own the bar so they gave me the job. But seriously, we don't talk about that. She looks at the wax in her hand, "I'm going to have to warm this up again." She looked down at Blaine's jeans, "You might want to take those off."

"Excuse me?" Blaine was about to walk out of the club. He didn't need money this badly.

"Do you want wax dripping on your jeans?" Lisa looked impatient.

"No. I guess not." Blaine was still uncomfortable.

"I'm not going to look at your junk."

Blaine quickly took his jeans off, they were expensive and Kurt bought them for him so he knew they needed to stay in excellent condition. Kurt went through the laundry with a fine tooth comb before he does it. Blaine hears about every single stain.

"Now we're talking. And I did look. Just a little." Lisa stepped forward with the wax, "This is going to hurt, just so you know. But I'm a certified waxer, so I know what to do."

Blaine watched the gooey liquid go on his chest and the paper go over it. Lisa smoothed it down, "There's no turning back, is there?"

"Nope," Lisa smiled at him before screaming, "AHHH" and pulling the strip off.

Blaine jumped when she screams and then jumps at the pain. "What the hell was that?" He clutches his chest in pain, and looks up at the girl.

"It distracted you at first," she said.

Blaine's skin stung and there was a little blood pooling in certain places. "You aren't doing that again."

"So you're going to have a patch of no hair?" Lisa laughed, "You'll look stupid."

"I don't care! That hurt! It'll grow back!" Blaine blinked back the tears in his eyes, "It hurt," he whimpered again.

"You are a man. Take it like one." She moves for the wax again.

"Please, no." Blaine whimpers like an actual dog at this point, "I don't even know you and I don't like you."

"You better be talking to the wax and not me. Seriously. Get over here." Lisa really looked like she was becoming irritated, so Blaine marched over and stuck his chest out.

"Please be gentle," Blaine whispered as she poured more wax on the hairiest part of his chest, and quickly ripped it off again. Blaine thought that perhaps she'd been more gentle the first time and that this was his punishment.

Twenty minutes and fifteen papers full of hair later, Blaine had a very red chest, and he dabbed at several places where blood came to the surface.

Lisa dug through her bag and pulled out a bottle, "Okay, let me see your chest." She winced when she saw the redness. She poured some oil in her hands and rubbed it all over his chest, dulling the pain. "It should be free of most of the redness in about twenty minutes. Plus, the club is dark so people probably won't even see it."

Blaine looked down at his body, and he had to admit that it did look better. He looked sweaty now, and his abs were much more visible than usual. He couldn't wait for Kurt to see them. "So, am I ready?" He looked in the mirror and thought he actually looked decent. He was still pink, but his jeans hung low on his hips and were tight in all of the right places.

Why did so many of his jobs involve selling himself?

Lisa appraised Blaine, "Stick this in your pants, and you'll be good to go. You'll know where everything is from orientation, of course." She handed Blaine a pair of socks.

He looked at the socks, "You're kidding."

"Why must you be so difficult about every single little thing? It's annoying." Lisa grabbed the socks and shoved them down Blaine's pants, "Honestly, do you want tips or not?"

Blaine and Lisa walked into the main part of the club. It was bigger than Blaine remembered. There was a small stage area where a DJ was setting up, and a few platforms where people could get up and dance. The bar was on the right side and was made of glass. Before Blaine could look around anymore, the lights went off and there were strobe lights everywhere.

Lisa danced to the music and encouraged Blaine to do the same thing. They started dancing together, moving to the same beat but at opposite ends of the bar. It was quite silly, because no one was there yet, but Blaine figured he'd need to loosen up.

As soon as the doors opened a flood of people came in. There were more men, and to Blaine's delight, most of them had their shirts off as well. Perhaps Kurt would be distracted and not notice he didn't have his shirt on.

Outside of the club, Kurt stood by the corner waiting for Hayden and the mystery guest. Kurt wasn't stupid, and he's already figured out that whoever Hayden was bringing as a date was definitely a woman.

Why Hayden hadn't told him, he didn't quite understand. He figured it was just another one of her idiosyncrasies.

"So when are they supposed to get here?" Bryce asked, looking bored.

"Kurt!" Hayden yelled, sounding somewhat like a muffled baboon. Or maybe like she was uncomfortable.

Kurt turned and saw Hayden walking hand in hand with Santana. Santana Lopez. He felt his mouth fall open, "Hayden? SANTANA!"

He leapt for the girl and wrapped her into a hug. "Woah there Porcelain. Don't squish the girls." She laughed, "Surprised?"

Kurt stepped back and hugged Hayden too. "But what? I mean. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't Blaine tell me?" The last part was really a rhetorical question.

"He should have told you. It's not cool when someone lies to you," Bryce remarked.

Santana's bitch face returned, "Who's he?"

Kurt glared at Bryce, "He's my friend. Who shouldn't be commenting on my relationship. That's uncalled for." He turned back to Santana and Hayden, "I should have known when I figured out Hayden's girlfriend got me the fake ID."

"I'm handy," Santana remarked.

"We'd better get in line," Bruce said lazily, "or we'll never get to see Wonder Blaine in all his glory."

"All his glory?" Kurt's patience was starting to run thin with Bryce, he had been making comments about everyone.

"Don't you know? The men here are shirtless, and usually hot. That's why the lines are always so long. Though I suppose the nights Blaine works there won't be as many people." He laughed, "He looks somewhat doughy if you ask me."

Kurt turned on his heel, "He's not doughy. At all. Any part of him. What is up your ass today?"

Bryce rolled his eyes and walked toward the line.

"Not you," Hayden whispered, linking arms with him.

"Excuse me?"

Hayden and Santana laughed, "He wants you. He's jealous of Blaine. You're not up his ass so he's pissed."

Kurt actually felt like he might throw up, "That's repulsive."

But the group could say no more now that they joined Bryce in line.

"I'm really excited to see this place, actually. I've heard a lot about it," Hayden did a little jump, "the guys are supposed to be really hot."

Kurt knew she was saying this for his benefit, and not her own. He appreciated that even though he was still a little miffed about her secret. Kurt started to panic, "What if they know it's a fake?"

"If you said it any louder they won't even have to look at it," Santana drawled, checking her nails.

They inched towards the front of the line and to Kurt's horror and relief they didn't even card the group. "I'm going to work on my moisturizing routine. If I look at least 21 now, when I'm 40 I'll look 87," Kurt whispered to Bryce. He figured he'd forgive him for now.

"You look fine," Bryce said in a gentle voice. "You always looks good."

Kurt's eyes immediately swept the room to find the bar and to find Blaine. "Dear god," he said to no one in particular, then turned to the group, "He looks amazing."

"Wanky."

"That's my boy."

"He should do some more sit ups."

Kurt ignored all of them and watched Blaine interact with a man in front of him. The man was wearing a leather vest and not much else. Blaine winked at the man, and to Kurt's surprise, he felt no jealousy. Kurt knew Blaine wouldn't cheat on him with a man that wore a leather vest. His skin looked oily and so smooth. And oh my god, there wasn't any hair on his chest.

Kurt thought he'd miss that, but now he couldn't wait to get his hands on Blaine's chest and feel how smooth it was. Kurt watched as a younger, much fitter man came and did just that – touched Blaine's chest. Blaine grinned and winked at the man, who gave a big tip and promised to come back. Kurt's feet took him to the bar and pushed through the men vying for his boyfriend and just stood at the bar looking at Blaine.

"Hello handsome, what can I get you?" Blaine grinned at Kurt.

Two could play that game.

"I'll have a sex on the beach?" Kurt tried to sound as sultry as he could.

Blaine bit his lip but didn't crack, "And for the rest of you?"

Kurt hadn't noticed, but Hayden, Santana, and Bryce had joined him at the bar.

"Just open a tab, Blaine. I'll pay for everyone." Hayden grinned, "and I'll have a slippery bald beaver?"

Santana stepped up to the bar, "Hey hobs, I'll have a red headed slut?"

Blaine was trying so hard not to laugh, because obviously they'd planned this.

Bryce was next, he didn't look at Blaine when he ordered, but Kurt, who was busy looking at Blaine's abs, "I'll have a blow job."

Kurt's eyes focused back on Bryce, "Not from him, you won't. Mine."

"Shh! Kurt! I'm single when I work here." Blaine made sure none of men behind them heard. "But I'll get you all your drinks."

Kurt pursed his lips but didn't say anything.

An hour later, and several drinks for all of them, everyone was getting along much better.

Santana was dancing low on Hayden, her face was near Hayden's bellybutton and Hayden had her hands in Santana's hair.

Bryce kept trying to dance with Kurt who just sat and watched Blaine flirt, but not touch, man after man at the bar. "You know, you're not having a good time. You need to dance or something." Bryce was bored, and he just wanted to touch Kurt. Dancing seemed like a good way to do that and not be too obvious.

Kurt stood, feeling slightly woozy and grabbed Bryce, "Take me to the bar! I want another drink."

Bryce didn't need to take him, because Kurt drug him there by the elbow.

"I want a blowjob!" Kurt announced, "A blowjob from my boyfriend!" He turned to the rest of the crowd, "A blowjob from my boyfriend!"

Blaine panicked and made the shot quickly. "Here you go, sir."

Kurt leaned forward, "Don't I get a kisssssssssss? Or an actual blow job?" Kurt winked, "Come on Blaine, please?"

"Sir if you don't get on your side of the bar, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Lisa said as she pushed Kurt's shoulder, "Blaine here is single and not your boyfriend."

Kurt stood and down the shot, "Fine." He grabbed Bryce's hand and led him to a platform, "Let's dance."

Bryce grabbed Kurt's hips and they danced together, getting closer as the alcohol went deeper into Kurt's system.

Some fifteen minutes later in a lull at the bar, Blaine looked up to see Kurt and Bryce dancing together, Kurt grinding into Bryce while Bryce's hands slipped towards the front of Kurt's hips.

Blaine felt the hatred well up in his stomach. His hand tightened around the shot glass he was holding, breaking it in his hand. "Fuck!" he yelled, immediately sucking at the cut on his fingers.

"What's wrong, handsome? Other than the fact that you're taking all of my tips?" Lisa leaned against the back wall, looking around. Then she saw what caused Blaine to be pissed, "That is actually your boyfriend, right?"

"Yes, mine." Blaine growled.

Lisa looked down the bar and saw most people were dancing to the music, "Go get him."

"What?" Blaine looked around, "I have a job to do."

"And in lulls like this your job means going and showing off your hot body. Now go dance with your boyfriend. Unless you want that boy to kiss your man." Lisa gave Blaine a meaningful look.

"I'm going to get more oil," Blaine disappeared into the back room.

Meanwhile, Kurt felt a little more of Bryce than he really wanted to fell. He'd only wanted to dance with Bryce to irritate Blaine. He didn't want to actually have sex with him. Kurt turned around in Bryce's grasp and met his eyes.

Kurt got lost for a moment. Bryce's eyes were swimming and blown wide. The blue-green that Kurt found so pretty were now mostly black. Somehow in the dancing Bryce's shirt was discarded and Kurt ran his hands over Bryce's lithe chest.

It wasn't toned like Blaine's, but it was attractive in a different way.

Kurt felt like his hands burned when he touched Bryce, and he knew he should stop. He pulled his arms away from the boy, who groaned at the loss of contact.

"Kurt, let's leave," Bryce breathed into his ear, "We can go to my place."

"Bryce, it's just dancing." Kurt said plainly, looking around for Santana and Hayden who were nowhere to be found. He saw Blaine making his way through the crowd to the platform, pushing people off of him as we went.

Bryce saw him too, and wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, pushing his shirt up and feeling at Kurt's belt, "Come on. If he's single right now, so are you."

Kurt broke away from Bryce, hopping towards Blaine, "Dance with me!"

Blaine and Kurt went up on the platform, pushing Bryce off it.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips and pressed his against them, moving slowly. Kurt's hands are everywhere on Blaine, tracing up and down his abs. Bryce watched them the entire time, Blaine met his gaze and smirked.

If he wanted to watch, he could.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's ass picking him up slightly, slipping a leg in between Kurt's, and moved it against the hardness he finds there, "Look at you," Blaine whispered, and Kurt moaned at the throaty sound of Blaine's voice. "You were dancing like that just for attention from me."

Kurt felt Blaine thigh on him and he moves into it, too drunk to comprehend that he is in a very public place, "Please baby."

"I don't like it when you dance like that with other men," Blaine whispered dangerously in Kurt's ear, "You're mine."

Kurt raked his nails down Blaine's back, "Is there somewhere we can go?" His voice was thick with lust.

Blaine moved his thigh sharply against Kurt, eliciting a moan loud enough for those closest to the people closest to the platform to hear, including Bryce.

"Please Blaine," Kurt's weight rested mostly in Blaine's arms, and Blaine realized he hadn't completely thought this through. He glanced over at the bar to see if Lisa needed him back. Leaving Kurt like this sounded like a fair punishment for what he did. Lisa pointed towards the backroom. Blaine understood.

"Follow me," Blaine hissed into Kurt's ear, dragging him towards the back room. Catcalls filled the air as Blaine drug him through the door.

"GET IT HUMMEL!" Santana cried, pulling Hayden towards the restroom.

Blaine found Kurt's lip, sucking his bottom lip in and biting it, "Do you like putting on shows?" Blaine pushed Kurt against the far wall, "Do you love that everyone knows what we're doing in here?" Blaine opened Kurt's belt and pants, and reached his hand down into his boxer briefs.

"Please," Kurt whined, slamming his head back against the wall as Blaine's hand found him, jerking hard, hand already slick with oil and pre-come. Kurt's hips shifted, rocking down on top of Blaine, his stomach going tight when Blaine's thumb rubs up under the head of his cock. "Please, Blaine…"

Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt, moving his hand quickly, sucking the sensitive skin of Kurt's neck, leaving mark after mark. He quickened his speed when he felt Kurt's stomach muscles tense. "Who's your boyfriend?" Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, breathing deeply.

"Yours, Blaine, I'm yours. Please, I can't…"

Blaine tilted his head and started to kiss Kurt's ear, making Kurt shudder and whine because he's so close, and Blaine knows all the spots where Kurt is most sensitive.

"He wants you, you know that don't you? He wants to get you off, but I'm the only one who gets to see you like this," Blaine whispered hotly, right next to Kurt's ear, his voice dangerous and throaty, and Kurt tried to thrust his hips down faster with Blaine's hand, his mouth open over Blaine's neck. "I'm the only one who gets to touch you like this.

"Please, Blaine, please. I can't..you're the only one who makes me feel this way." Kurt was mewling against the wall, completely gone.

"Mine, Kurt. All mine." Blaine growled, his teeth grazing Kurt's ear. Kurt gasped out and started to come, his hips jerking forward into Blaine's hand while Blaine strokes him through it, still biting at Kurt's neck.

Kurt slid down the wall, "oh my god."

Blaine cleaned his hand using a tissue then joined Kurt on the floor, immediately capturing his lips. "Did you learn you lesson?" he laughed.

Kurt nodded, "Yeah. I think I did." He moved his hand to Blaine's pants.

"No, honey. Not now. I've got to get back to work. Lisa covered for me for now, but I really shouldn't do this on my first night of work." Blaine looked at Kurt's neck and saw the bruises that were forming there, half proud of himself and half worried. "Does your neck hurt?"

Kurt got the spins and wasn't paying attention. "Huh?"

Blaine stood, "Never mind."

The boys walked out and everyone turned and started clapping. "Oh shit," Kurt mumbled, "I think it's time to go."

"I agree. Go find Hayden and Santana and go," Blaine turned to Lisa, "I'm so sorry."

She laughed, "Honey. That happens all the time. It is good for business; it makes people think it could actually happen to them, so they keep coming back. Marco does it all the time with his boyfriends." She slapped Blaine's ass, "Just get back to work. And you're cleaning the bathrooms."

Blaine watched Kurt leave with Hayden and Santana. Forty minutes later he saw Bryce leave with the guy wearing a vest.

Even though he hoped the job wouldn't last too long, he would at least have fun.

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