Not a prompt tonight, unfortunately- sometimes things just come in the way, and I apologize.
Anyway, this is a prostitute!Blaine AU- I've seen a few people talk about it on tumblr and the idea is just fascinating to me.
In the Morning
Blaine wakes up but doesn't open his eyes. It's warm under the blanket and he doesn't want to leave; it's been a while since he lived on the street, but he never forgot how it felt to wake up freezing, with his back sore, on a hard and uncomfortable bench.
He had two clients last night, nicer than the usual. One was a regular, that guy that always asked how was he doing and offered him a cigarette afterwards, and a new one, young and handsome, with a fancy home and gentle touch.
While the first fucked him in the car, the second insisted on going to his apartment, apparently feeling uncomfortable about fucking in the street. Blaine knew it was dangerous, but he also had a pretty good sense of who wanted to harm him, and this man wasn't looking for trouble with his gentle blush and stammer.
He blinks slowly, and startles suddenly when he realizes he's in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by an unfamiliar room. He shifts, and finds an arm wrapped around his waist. There's a body attacked to it, a warm, masculine figure that's presumably asleep.
Blaine Anderson does not fall asleep in a stranger's home. That's disrespectful to himself and very, very risky.
Why did he fall asleep here?
Then, the man behind him- Kurt, he remembers- shuffles and clings to him tighter, and Blaine knows. Kurt's attraction is like a magnet, so strong he can feel it in every portion of his body. It's pulling him in and refusing to let him go, and he doesn't understand it. Not understanding, though, does not stop the urge to stay in this bed as long as he can.
"Mmm, stay," Kurt murmurs, fast asleep and warm and inviting. "Don' go."
And Blaine stays.