The Escort

Chapter Two

By Kurtofsky4eva

Summary: Kurt Hummel is the highest-paid escort at Arena, New York's elite agency that provides the very best. He is sought-after by both men and women and no one knows what his real preference is. Story includes cross-dressing, role-play and light BDSM. Rated M for content and language.

Disclaimer: I have no claim on any of the recognizable characters. The OCs belong to me, and they better remember that.

"Kurt?"

He watched as Kurt's back stiffened and he felt his heart stutter. Kurt turned to him and he couldn't help but let his gaze wash over him. Kurt had always been cute in a girly way but now he was simply stunning.

The dominatrix costume was beautiful on him, giving Kurt a mysterious yet regal air. His eyes dropped down Kurt's long legs and he felt a stirring in his groin; surprisingly, he hadn't felt that in a long while. He stepped forward, smiling and reached for Kurt's hand but stopped when Kurt took a step back from him.

Kurt's eyes were wide as they stared at him, his cheeks flushed and his mouth working as if he wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out. Suddenly he spun back around and dashed towards the men's room, his voice coming faintly, "I'm sorry."

Suddenly Brittany was there beside him and as she looked at him with big, confused eyes, he could only shrug and indicate the restroom. "He went in there," he said unnecessarily, hoping that the hurt that clogged his throat wasn't obvious.

He hadn't seen Kurt in years; he'd heard of some of his activities but they hadn't spoken since the post-graduation party at Rachel's home. Now he wondered if, even after all this time, Kurt hadn't forgiven him for his cowardice.

Inside the washroom, Kurt stared at himself and wished he could just disappear and reappear in his apartment. He didn't want to go back outside and face everybody after his melodramatic exit. He wet some paper and held it to his face, careful not to smudge his eye makeup and berated himself softly. "You idiot," he muttered and cringed inwardly at his behavior. "Pull yourself together and stop acting like a 12-year-old!"

The door burst open and Brittany stepped in, concern warping her pretty face. "Kurtie, baby, I'm sorry!"

She surged towards Kurt, wrapping her long arms around him and snuggling her face onto his shoulder. Kurt brought a hand up to pat her, murmuring, "It's okay, I'm the one who's sorry. It's okay, Britt."

"Did something happen between you guys? I didn't know, Kurtie; do you believe me?"

Kurt nodded as he stared at their reflection. Brittany turned her head so that she was watching, too, and then she kissed his cheek softly, apologetically. They stood there for a while and then Kurt stirred, patting her hand and moving away. He dredged up a smile and looked at her.

"Okay, I'm done behaving like a wimp, let's go." He held the door open for her and after she looked at herself quickly to see if everything was in place, she preceded him from the restroom. Outside, the two men waited for them and Kurt took a deep breath.

He looked at Fayed first and said in a calm, clear voice: "Your Highness, may I introduce…"

Flashback – eight years ago

"Come on, let's get inside before Finn eats everything in sight!"

There was laughter all around as everyone headed down to the Berrys' basement where Rachel had inveigled her dads to let her have their post-graduation party.

The room was decorated with mementoes of their past four years in high school. A bar was set up with lots of sodas and other more adult beverages that the parents didn't know about, of course. A table was loaded with lots of platters with finger foods suitable to both vegetarians and non-vegetarians along with the usual calorie-laden snacks that teenagers loved.

The mood was festive, almost bacchanalian and Kurt looked around at the smiling, laughing faces and knew he would miss them. Rachel was hugging Quinn, strangely enough while over on another couch, Brittany and Santana were sucking face. Mike and Tina were slow-dancing and over in one corner, Sam and Mercedes were talking intently.

Kurt looked for a seat after filling a small plate with snacks and, with his cup held gingerly, had found one near to where Artie, Finn, Puck and Dave Karofsky were arguing about, wait for it, video games. Kurt rolled his eyes as he listened. Suddenly, more upbeat music blared from the hidden speakers and Britt grabbed Santana to dance. Kurt would dance later, he knew, as his girls never left him alone for too long, so he continued to nibble.

A small commotion at the top of the stairs a few minutes later and Blaine came down into the room, grinning all over his handsome face. Kurt smiled and beckoned to him and the shorter, curly-haired boy wended his way through the dancers to plop down beside Kurt. He leaned over and nuzzled Kurt's well-coiffed hair, for which he received an elbow and he stole a cookie from Kurt's plate.

"Hey, get your own!" Kurt mock-glared at the other boy but then grinned back at him. He loved Blaine as the dear friend he was but he had realized at the start of senior year that he didn't love him romantically. Now they were such good friends that they often discussed the merits of the various boys they thought were gay but closeted. They often promised each other that when they both were in New York, they would cruise the bars together. For now, though, they were just really close friends.

Kurt felt eyes on him and looked up, only to narrow his as he caught both David and Puck staring at him and Blaine. He lifted one eyebrow sardonically and then turned his attention quite pointedly to the group dancing wildly in the center of the room. He looked up at Blaine who was bouncing his leg and singing along to the music and asked, "Wanna dance?"

Without answering, Blaine grabbed his hand and Kurt quickly put his plate down before the rest of the food could slide off. He laughed aloud as Blaine yanked him towards the middle of the group and they joined in the wild gyrations that passed for dancing.

As Kurt danced, he realized that the two boys were still staring and he smirked at them before turning his back and he refocused on Blaine. Just his luck that the two boys who made his pulse hammer were staring at him as if they hadn't seen him before.

Just then Blaine leaned forward and kissed him and Kurt jerked back in surprise, a little laugh escaping him. Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's hips, pulled him closer and murmured beneath the music, "Wanna make 'em jealous?"

Kurt stared at him, confused, but he kept dancing and then placed his arms loosely – as he was slightly taller – around Blaine's shoulder. They'd danced like this often before when they thought they could be a couple. Now, the way they were pressed closely together, hips swaying, it took on a whole different look and Kurt smirked as he felt Blaine's hands lower to his backside. His very fine backside, if his girls were to be believed.

He still couldn't understand why, even though he was out as a gay kid, the girls still touched him and flirted with him. They were always going on about his banging body and Brittany had risked the wrath of a jealous Santana by going on about how soft and sweet his lips were. He shook his head now as he leaned into Blaine, actually enjoying the close dancing. He could feel Blaine giggle every now and then and he figured it was because of the boys who were watching.

Suddenly he felt someone come up behind him just as Blaine's eyes widened with a mischievous gleam. Kurt glanced up quickly and saw David standing behind him and he let go of Blaine slightly to raise an eyebrow.

"Yes, David, may I help you?"

He and Karofsky had become fairly good friends after the drama of junior and senior year and he'd been glad to know that Rachel had invited him, even though he no longer attended McKinley.

David had once confessed his love to Kurt on a Valentine's Day but Kurt had since convinced him, he hoped, that what he felt for him was really just friendship. Now here he was, looking shy and handsome as all get out as he stared down at his feet before answering Kurt.

"I'm, uh, wondering if, uhm, I could… maybe… cut in?" David's hazel eyes sparkled in the low light and Kurt stepped back with a soft smile.

"Why, of course, he's all yours," and he relinquished his hold on Blaine who was looking a little confused. Even when David had moved to stand before him and slipped his hands onto Blaine's hips, he still looked from Kurt to David wonderingly. Kurt simply chuckled and walked away, heading towards the bar.

He joined Finn, Puck and Artie and it wasn't until after he'd started on his third cup of the night that he realized the punch had been spiked. Three guesses as to who was responsible, he thought as a giggle escaped him while watching an obviously tipsy Sam doing a striptease for Mercedes, Santana and Brittany.

Two hours later, they were all well on the way to hammered and Kurt was glad that he was staying at the Berrys'; they all were except for Artie, Tina and Mike who were going to be picked up by Artie's dad.

Kurt was watching Rachel trying to convince the group to play some stupid, childish party game and eventually told them to choose either Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle or Seven Minutes in Heaven. Kurt wasn't a fan of any of them and he groaned when the obviously horny group decided on Seven Minutes in Heaven. He could only hope he got Brittany or Blaine; any of the others would be dangerous or just plain weird.

As luck would have it, ten minutes in, Kurt found himself in the closet with the jock of his dreams, a tongue down his throat and hot, roving hands fondling him through his skinny jeans.

There were groans, which belonged to whom, he couldn't ever tell but he wondered dazedly at one point if the others outside could hear them. He had his own hand inside the other boy's jeans and was pumping a hot, hefty cock and he groaned as his own was fondled in a deliciously rough manner.

He suddenly got an idea and fell to his knees, his hands yanking the other boy's jeans down just enough so he had room to work. Hands stroked through his hair, fingernails scratching his scalp and he moaned around the turgid flesh he was working wetly.

"Oh, shit, Kurt, unh," and Kurt shuddered at the sound of his name moaned in such a wanton way. He bobbed his head, and braced himself with his hands clasping the other boy's thighs. He'd never given head before but it was making his mouth water and he swallowed convulsively, hearing stifled swearing above him. He felt good on so many levels; he was hard and horny, yes, but he also felt a deep satisfaction that he was bringing this particular boy so much unexpected pleasure.

He worked him instinctively, taking him deep and sliding back so the tip was just in his mouth and then he surged forward again, repeating this series until finally he felt the balls he was fondling tighten. Suddenly his mouth was flooded just as a warning came in the form of his hair being grabbed but Kurt didn't care; he wanted it all.

The sounds they were making were so porny that if he hadn't been flushed already, Kurt knew he'd be blushing. He sucked and licked up every drop that had been given to him and finally he rested his head against his hips. Then he sat back on his heels, licking his lips in an unconsciously seductive manner as he stared at the way the thick, flaccid dark cock hung before him, sated.

A cold, nauseous feeling washed over Kurt though when his partner quickly tucked himself back into his jeans, threw Kurt a vague "thanks" and exited the powder room. With one last apologetic look, he left Kurt there with his own cock rapidly deflating and a feeling of scorching shame replacing every last bit of euphoria.

Kurt hadn't seen him again until now…

End flashback – Present day

"…Noah Puckerman."

There was silence and then Fayed, pulling himself up, nodded and smiled politely at this man whose presence had so upset his Kurt.

Puck nodded in return but it was evident that he only had eyes for Kurt.

Fayed, ever sensitive to Kurt's moods, looked at him, one eyebrow rising in silent inquiry. Kurt shook his head and then, smiling at Brittany, he took Fayed's arm and was led back into the ballroom. There was silence behind him and he felt a little bad for Brittany but there was no way he was going to be able to exchange polite small talk with Puck.

Kurt's mood continued to plummet for the rest of the night but he called on all his considerable skills and was charming and attentive to Fayed for the duration of the ball. When they sat down to dinner, he was relieved to see they were not at the same table as Brittany and Puck. He was able to relax a bit and forget that the boy that had so humiliated all those years ago wasn't in the same room with him, looking devastatingly handsome.

Success obviously sat well on Puck and Kurt's inner eye recalled how he looked earlier that night. As he lifted the fork mechanically to his mouth, totally oblivious to whatever was put in front of him, he thought how unfair it was that Puck was so gorgeous. His tanned skin, the gorgeous coffee-colored eyes with the hint of green, the full lower lip – it was totally unfair. No doubt all those beautiful muscles were still just as firm as ever, if the cut of his tuxedo tonight was any indication.

Fayed watched Kurt throughout the night and longed to ask who Puckerman had been to Kurt but he restrained himself. If Kurt wanted to pretend that everything was fine, he was not going to rock the boat. He planned to enjoy himself the rest of the night with Kurt's beautiful body and sinful mouth; let the phantoms of the past stay in the past.

Across the room, Brittany pouted as all her attempts to get Puck to tell her what was going on was met with failure. She couldn't see what the problem was; Kurt and Puck had been almost-friends when Puck had joined the Glee club and after that they had seemed friendly enough. Now Kurt's reaction tonight indicated to even her sometimes fuzzy brain that something had happened; something that made Kurt feel sick to remember it. She'd recognized that look of impending nausea when she'd said Puck's name earlier and when he'd rushed to restroom, her suspicion had been confirmed.

Yet Puck sat there barely eating, drinking occasionally, and staring across the room at Kurt. Kurtie looked beautiful tonight, she had to admit, and she really wouldn't mind a threesome with his handsome prince. She liked watching men enjoying each other and it turned her on a whole helluva lot imagining Kurt with other guys.

Suddenly, the thought seemed to spawn another and she turned understanding eyes onto Puck who looked down into his glass with a frown.

"Oh, Puck, you didn't sleep with Kurtie, did you?" Her voice held a tinge of censure which he didn't like.

"Why would you think that? Because I'm a man whore, I must have hit on the gay kid, too, right?"

The bitterness in his voice took her aback and she was about to apologize when he continued.

"No, I didn't sleep with your precious 'Kurtie'. I don't roll that way."

He tossed back the last of his drink, slammed the glass down and indicated to a passing waiter that he wanted another. Brittany put a slender hand on his black-clad arm and shook her head.

"Puck, please, no more? I'm sorry if I upset you."

Puck stared at her and then with a sigh he relaxed somewhat. He shook his head and apologized, too. "No, it's okay. I'm just_"

He broke off because he really couldn't explain why he was feeling the way he was. His eye caught Kurt leaning in to listen to his partner and a feeling churned in Noah's gut that he didn't want to recognize. Another feeling was vying for attention too and he knew that that one was shame. He was ashamed, even after all these years. He'd never forgiven himself for leaving that boy on the floor of the Berrys' powder room with come on his face.

Kurt hadn't deserved that; he hadn't deserved for Puck to use him to get off and then flee the room as if some old pervert had cornered him in some skanky men's room somewhere. Kurt had been hot and sweet and so damn sexy but it had scared Puck to know that he could feel this way with another boy. So he'd fled, muttering thanks like a damned idiot while Kurt stared up at him with those big, hurt blue eyes.

Even after all this time, he could still recall the feel of Kurt's mouth beneath his. He'd been the first boy he'd kissed and when it had fallen to the two of them to spend Seven Minutes in Heaven, he'd swaggered into the powder room with Kurt in tow as if it was all in a day's work.

When he'd kissed Kurt on the mouth instead of just pretending and making fake sex sounds, he'd been enthralled. Kurt's lips were smooth, soft and so cushiony that Puck had found himself sliding his hands around Kurt's waist and bringing him in close to him. Kurt had opened to him so sweetly that he'd moaned and deepened the kiss, no doubt overwhelming the kid who'd only ever kissed Bland before.

Now he rubbed his hand through his hair, messing up the style his publicist had said looked good on him but he didn't care. It wasn't as if he would see Kurt again for the rest of the night. No doubt that rich asshole, Prince Whatever, was going to take Kurt home and… and…

Noah's mind stuttered as he refused to imagine what the two men were going to do when they got to Kurt's place. No way was he going to think on that and he grabbed his fresh glass of whiskey and took a huge drink.

Brittany watched him even as she ate and made polite conversation with the other movers and shakers around the table. The charity event was well-supported; it was a cause that she personally supported so she wasn't just there for publicity reasons. When Puck had called to ask if she was going, they decided they would be each other's plus-one.

Now she glanced concernedly at Puck who had hardly touched the obviously expensive dinner their hosts had laid on for them. He was drinking too much and she'd never known him to be a drinker.
Finally she sighed as he pushed his glass away and sat back. There would be dancing later but she knew he wouldn't be in the mood for that.

Boy, was she wrong.

When the music started up in the larger area of the ballroom, Puck had grabbed her hand and moved onto the floor. He spun her around and she laughed happily, hoping it meant that his mood was improving. She glanced around at the other couples enjoying themselves and for some reason her heart dipped when she saw Kurt dancing with his prince. She tried to draw Puck's attention away from that area of the floor but it was too late; Puck had seen them and was steering them in their direction.

When Kurt, during one turn had seen Puck and Brittany moving inexorably in his direction, he'd tried to hint to Fayed that he wanted to leave the floor. Fayed had not understood and was too much enjoying Kurt's body against his to recognize what Kurt was hinting at.

The next thing Fayed knew, his arms were full of the beautiful blonde move star from earlier and Kurt was dancing stiffly in the arms of the stranger from earlier. Fayed didn't know how he felt about that but he knew Kurt wasn't looking too happy.

Kurt and Puck danced in silence for a while before Kurt's natural snark reasserted itself. "There are photographers here; aren't you afraid your picture will be all over the tabloids tomorrow?"

Puck lowered his eyes to stare at Kurt's lips that were pressed tightly together in a firm line. He didn't say anything but he looked up at Kurt's eyes, seeing the lingering traces of anger and humiliation in their cerulean depths. He sighed and then looked off over Kurt's smooth, pale shoulder before speaking.

"This apology has been a long time coming, I know." He felt Kurt stiffen further, if that were even possible, but he wasn't deterred. "Kurt, I'm sorry for being a jerk back in high school. I'm so, so sorry…"

He broke off as he saw the crystalline sparkle of tears on Kurt's long, darkened lashes. He heard Kurt sniff and he looked away to give him time to compose himself. "I-You didn't deserve that, when you'd been nothing but_"

He bit his lip before continuing, wondering if he should say all that had been bubbling within him from the moment he'd seen Kurt tonight. He drew a deep breath and made his decision.

"You'd been so hot, felt so right; what we did was – it blew me away and it… it scared me." He finished in a whisper, his eyes dark with remembered shame. "I never wanted you to feel bad or dirty about any of it. I-I'm just so sorry."

Neither of them had realized they'd stopped moving, the other dancers maneuvering around them unnoticed. Kurt stared up at Noah's dark, beautiful eyes and his heart hammered in his chest. He had wanted an apology all these years and now he had it, he didn't know what to do with it. His lips parted and he took a deep breath but…

Noah lowered his head and pressed his lips against Kurt's. The music, the chatter, everything faded away and he could do nothing but imprint the feel of Kurt's body in his arms and his lips against his.

Suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder and Puck looked up right into the face of a furious prince and Brittany's bewildered face. Fayed and Brittany stared between him and Kurt and he turned back to see Kurt staring as well with his fingers touching his lips. He dropped his hands from Kurt's waist, took a step back and said again, "I'm sorry," and left the dance floor.

Brittany threw Kurt an apologetic look and hurried after Puck, hoping he was alright.

Fayed turned to Kurt who looked stricken and his anger eased somewhat. It was clear that Kurt had not invited the kiss; he needed to get to the bottom of this thing between Kurt and the stranger. He took Kurt's hand and led him off the floor, wound their way through the tables and out the door. He left Kurt standing to retrieve their coats and then he called for his limo.

As they stood waiting, Fayed knew that there would be no sweet lovemaking tonight. For the first time in their acquaintance, Kurt did not look like the sophisticated, dazzling young man about town that he'd first met. This quiet man standing contemplatively beside him wasn't the sparkling, seductive Kurt that they all knew and expected.

Fayed suspected that he was now seeing the real Kurt Hummel, a would-be singer from the small town of Lima, Ohio. Whether he got to see the other Kurt again, that would be left up to the younger man. For right now, he would give him what comfort he could – and hope that when this little storm in a teacup was past, normality would return.

Kurt, lost somewhere in his mind as he waited for the car to arrive, wondered if, after Noah's unexpected apology and that startling kiss, things would ever go back to normal.

Somehow he doubted it.

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TBC