The Masquerade

Author: GleekShip

Spoilers: Season 4

Summary: The opportunity from Vogue leads Kurt to a party for opportunity, but finds the chance for love. However, after a brief departure, Kurt's love is left to find Kurt with only a single clue.

Pairings: Kurt/Adam

The Masquerade

"Wake up!"

Adam peaks an eye open to witness his roommate Joey flopping down on the living room table with a grin. "Why?"

"Because I have got us work for the night." Adam opens both of his eyes and nods for the smirking boy to continue. "Mr. Geyerson is a little short staffed and offered to let us fill in since he knows we're a bit shirt on the funds."

Adam's back pops as he sits up, blinking the sleep away before looking to the excited boy. "So what are we today? Dog walkers again? Movers?"

"Even better." Joey leans forward and holds his hands out. "Catering."

Adam groans before flopping back on the couch, his arms quickly covering his face. "Tell Geyerson no. I'm not going to wait on another rich snobs football party or whatever when they'll treat me like crap."

"But this is the good place." Joey insists as he reaches forward and forcibly removes Adam's hands. "We're working the Vogue gala. Their biggest event this fall. A great place for good tips and quality food to bring home."

Adam eyes him for a second before breaking into a smile. "Really? Vogue?"

"Yes!" Joey lets to of Adam's arm and stands up. "And Geyerson said he'll pay twice our rate to pay for the tux rentals and a bonus for dealing with the more or less snobbish people that we'll be dealing with."

Adam watches as Joey goes to their single bedroom making plans for the night. He's not ecstatic, but he needs the money from these various jobs to pay rent and his tuition for Nyada. He sighs before sitting up again, his mind trying to figure out which tux rental place will let him pay for the renting after he's worn the suit.

Adam mutters to himself as he smooths down the front of the old tux that he had managed to sneak from the theater department. It wasn't jet black like it should be, but the slightly gray tint should go unnoticed as long as he stays moving and doesn't draw attention to himself.

"Nice, boy." Joey chuckles as he twirls past Adam as he smooths out his own suit. "But mine is better."

"I've seen you naked and I know it's not." Adam retorts with a cheeky grin, making Joey roll his eyes before he turns to stop in front of Adam, his eyes glancing at the boys' old tux. "What?"

"This doesn't suit you." Joey mutters. "You need something a bit more . . . stylish."

"Well this may be for Vogue, but it's still suitable since I'm just a waiter for the night." Adam mumbles before looking down the hallway to the busy kitchen. "We should get going. I want to make sure that we're seen so we get paid instead of jipped."

"I doubt that will happen again." Joey states slowly as he slides his arm over Adam's shoulders and starts guiding him away from the busy kitchen. "Because you, my friend, will not be dining with us fine helpers tonight. You will be a bit higher up."

"What are you talking about?" Adam asks as he brings them to a stop. "Whatever you're planning, I don't want any part of-"

"It's nothing bad." Joey stresses as he starts moving them forward again. "Just-"

"Here!" They both look up at a loud voice in time to see one of their regular working acquaintances rush past them, but not before shoving a big white box into Joey's free arm. "You owe me."

"I'll text you later." Joey mock-shouts after the retreating figure before looking back to a confused Adam and shoving the box into the chest. "This is for you."

Adam hesitates before lifting up the edge of the box, his eyes widening. "What is this for?"

"Like I said." Joey chuckles as he drops his arm from Adam's shoulders and gives the boy a gentle shove. "You're going to be a bit of the upper class society tonight."

"Not that I don't like this." Adam comments as he steps out of the bathroom, his eyes admiring the high quality fabric of the new suit. "But why do I need to where this and where did it come from?"

"Well we all chipped in together to get you this." Joey starts explaining as he starts moving them across the hallway. "We need you to play pretty boy tonight. You're job is to charm your way into the dresses or pants of our lovely occupants tonight."

"I'm not sleeping with anyone." Adam quickly says. "Now why am I doing this?"

"Look, Adam." Joey lets out a shaky breath before he reluctantly admits. "You are the . . . pretty much the hottest guy I know, and everyone that we typically work with agrees." Joey looks to Adam with a serious face that Adam seldom sees. "So we need you to go up there and get us a leg in. The chances that a company like ours working a high fashion gig like this is nigh impossible. So you need to find your way into some modeling office and willing to show some skin and nip for some money. This will help you have your foot in and hopefully make a better life for yourself, and in turn the people that came together to buy a fancy tux that will wow your audience. So you're all set to go, yes?"

Adam slowly nods, his mind racing as he thinks this over. "I think . . . that you're mind is in the right place, but this really isn't a good idea. You know that I don't like feeling used like this."

"I know." Joey quickly reassures him. "But I'm thinking of the bigger picture. For once, your looks will get us to big places instead of appearing in front of our show choir."

Adam groans softly before taking in a deep breath. "Fine. I'll work the party and try to make some connections. I'm sure I can recognize some people from magazines that I see on the stands."

"Yeah, about that . . . you're going to need this." Joey holds out a small black mask.

So another small chapter, but I decided that I'd let Adam have an introduction chapter as well. So it's short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer, include another vital character to the story, and love at first sight. :) Let me know your thoughts.