Chapter Four

We're sick like animals we play pretend

Kurt couldn't get that other guy out of his head, he was hot, no one could argue with that. He was also someone who was blonde, both Chandler and Adam had been blonde so maybe it was Kurt's type. Kurt took another deep breath in, Jeremiah had also been blonde…so had Sebastian. God, what was it with all of these blonde guys in their life? Was the fact that they were so similar what made them go after similar guys.

If Kurt didn't have Blaine, didn't have his short, dark, and handsome guy, he might have been interested in Sean as well….and what kind of a job position would lead to both Sean being hired alongside Blaine (Blaine was 'sex on a stick', but he also wasn't the traditional type of beauty. He was a beauty that Kurt adored though, that he craved, that he felt so much guilt trapping in a relationship where they couldn't be intimate), as well as having Blaine do his face in such a way.

Also, was Kurt completely imagining it last night or was Blaine actually sparkling as if he had rolled in glitter and only showered once. Glitter took about three showers to completely get rid of. What was his fiancee doing that he couldn't tell Kurt about?

Kurt looked up, staring at a black trunk that Blaine had put in their living room with a key hole. It was locked, Kurt had originally thought it was a joke, something Blaine had picked up off the street and decided to keep, but then it seemed to raise all kinds of questions in Kurt's mind. Why was it locked? What was in it? Why would Blaine keep it a secret even from him? Blaine usually told him everything.

Kurt took another breath in, Blaine didn't know he was home did he? Blaine didn't know that he had cancelled his plans to get some more rest. Awkwardly, Kurt went into the drawer of Blaine's desk and dug around before finding the key in a little pouch. Should he feel bad about digging through his partner's stuff? Invading his privacy?

As he reached in to get the key he pulled out a small card.

Sexweb

What the fuck was this!? Kurt stared at the card in horror, had Blaine followed Brody's example (not that Blaine had ever spent time with Brody alone) and become some kind of sex worker? Sexweb wasn't even a good name for somewhere like this, what was it supposed to mean, spiderweb? cobweb? website? This didn't seem like Blaine at all and it only made Kurt more nervous as he held to the key and unlocked the trunk.

As he opened it, his eyes widened. There were sparkly briefs and really sexy boxers alongside other more revealing clothes, there was a whip in here, handcuffs, fake flowers, a pair of cat ears and a pair of dog ears, a couple spiked collars and other kinds of accessories. Then right at the bottom of the box were some payment receipts.

Kurt's eyes widened, these were all hospital bills and notes that said that Blaine had been paying for his treatment instead of the hospital settlement. He ran his finger down the list, Blaine didn't have hundreds of dollars to spend on him and all of these bills amounted to about $600, how on earth was Blaine making this kind of money? Knocking a couple of pots of body glitter, Kurt reached out trying to figure out what else was in here.

Kurt placed his hand over two black bags and pressed down. They crinkled and felt soft as if stuffed, he pulled one out…hopefully this wasn't what he thought it was. He opened the bag before finding it to be completely full of $1 and $5 bills, a lot of them coated with glitter.

How on earth did Blaine have these? He was a male prostitute wasn't he? He was trying to have sex to pay for…for medical bills. He was sticking his dick into other men's assholes to pay for the treatment for a sexually transmitted disease. Okay, that was just wrong. Didn't Blaine know that if he was doing this he would be likely to catch something himself, Kurt didn't know whether to be angrier or feel sick to his stomach. It had to be a mixture of both.

Why hadn't Blaine even told him about these medical bills? Why had Blaine kept him in the dark?

If they had openly talked about this, discussed it, they could have found a solution that would fit both of them and Kurt wouldn't be feeling guilty. Blaine was only doing this to help him, in an attempt to save his life, but Blaine was doing this and Kurt had to make sure Blaine knew that doing this wasn't acceptable.

He held tight to the card and then saw the hours that the place was open, he slammed the lid of the trunk down and went into his and Blaine's bedroom. He pulled open the door to the closet and heard the echo against the wall. He pulled out a black vest, brown button up shirt and some grey pants. He quickly showered, worked on his hair and then changed.

If he was going to yell at Blaine and maybe, possibly, break up with him. Kurt wanted to look damn good doing it. He knew he could never look as good as before he got sick, but he was still Kurt Hummel, he could still make Blaine wish that he hadn't been acting so stupid and risking a very important relationship to both of them.

As time managed to move forwards, reaching the time advertised on that card, Kurt made sure that he was all set to go. He slung his bag over his shoulder and, after slipping on some designer boots, hurried downstairs and caught a taxi. Soon he would be facing his fiancee, maybe even ex-fiancee, and figuring out what the hell Blaine thought that he was doing.

One Hour Later
Blaine hated the music, he hated it every time he heard it, but he especially hated it today. Brody was…well he wasn't exactly easy in his exercises and Blaine felt sore all over. He thought that Brody was especially hard on him. Blaine had always been into sports and boxing in particular, but even he had only experienced a workout like that once before. It was when he was visiting Coach Sue…or rather Principal Sylvester whilst she worked on an exercise regime for bored, rich, housewives….trophy wives.

He had felt that he was going to pass out that day, but even though he had been in a room with three other barely dressed guys today, it felt worse. He couldn't look at their bodies, their muscular chests, their thick legs, their tight butts without feeling a sense of shame and guilt coating his insides.

They didn't care about what they were doing and he was pretty sure that both Danny and Sean had been hired elsewhere, hired to have sex.

Danny wanted the money to pay for his expensive lifestyle where he often compared himself to Bruce Wayne and enjoyed his 'Starchild' type looks, he owned a lot of expensive items because he wanted to impress friends and he wanted to impress both girls and guys. Sean thought it was fun, he was in some type of school but Blaine doubted he had planned out more of his life than the next person he could make money sleeping with.

Blaine knew he was the odd one out. He knew he wasn't doing this for himself, he was doing it for his partner. His fiancee who didn't know he was here and would break up with him if he found out…there wasn't a way Blaine could see Kurt understanding. Still, this made a ton of money and as long as Kurt was alive it was okay, as long as Kurt was living Blaine would know that this sacrifice, all of these potential sacrifices was worth it.

Blaine quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the announcer say in his passion filled voice.

"And performing tonight as our favorite singer, Night's Shadow!"

There was the usual round of applause and Blaine made sure to adjust his head mic before going out on the stage.

"You ready for some sex bombs tonight," he growled as he walked out onto the stage, "because seeing all of you," there was again the thump-thump of the music as he started to unbutton his silk shirt. "I'm so excited to see all of you tonight, and I've got just the song to show you all how I feel."

He gave a smoldering look at the crowd as he slid his shirt onto the stage and saw people getting wild about this, the music changed into Avicii's 'Wake Me Up'

Blaine made sure to keep his voice clear as he started to feel the words come out of his mouth, "Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart."

He looked around the club and then something seemed to drown out all the screams, take his attention away from the money people were sticking down his tight pants, sitting at the bar with a very disapproving glance was Kurt. Blaine's Kurt who was seeing exactly who he was.

Blaine couldn't be Blaine right now though, he had already come to understand he might lose Kurt, but as Eric he had to perform. He couldn't lose this job.

"I ca-can't tell where the journey will end, but I know where to st-start."