[Blaine frowned, tugging his robe around himself protectively.] Yes, I have a class later... music theory...
Look, my parents gave me crap about all the money I spent over the summer, they said I'm being irresponsible because I have nothing to show for it. I wasn't going to share my personal fucking life with them after they asked me if blew it at gay strip clubs so I need to pay some of it back or risk getting cut off. How else am I going to make $25,000 in one month? [He said defiantly.] Plus it works around my school schedule.
And yeah, don't get any ideas, you are mine. Only. That's how this deal works.
[More than anything, Boy just wants to cry and cry and not stop. There's a small feeling of betrayal, mixed with a whole lot of jealousy, hurt and empathy. He wants to hate Blaine for this, because he knows what he's most likely done with others, before he felt comfortable enough for them to do it together.
Most of all, he's disgusted with himself - for not knowing and for being the cause of all this.]
[Blaine rushed over to him, pulling him into a hug.] No. Don't. Please. I do not regret anything, not anything, baby. Everything will be fine again, soon, I promise. Just one month, that's all I need to pay them back, and get back my bank access and credit cards. I'll stop, I promise.
God, I didn't want you to know, I didn't want you to ever know... [He blinks back tears.] Please don't leave me...
[Blaine holds him tightly.] I got you away from that horrible place, and that's it. No more. You are free. Completely free. I never want you to do that again. For now, most of... them seem happy to just use me and leave. Nothing... weird.
[He felt himself blushing in shame.] I would take advice, but... that's it.
[Blaine rubbed his hands on his back.] I love you. Everything will be fine again, I swear to you. This is my mess to clean up. Not yours.
Yes, of course I am using protection! Do you think I'd let those... guys touch me without a condom? I'm not stupid! I don't want a fucking STD. But no... I don't know how to spot anything. I just do what I'm told and get paid. [He grimaced.]
I would do it again. And again. You were worth every penny I paid for you. I was not letting you go back to that life. [He wasn't going to say for all the pennies in Heaven that the way he got the idea to make money quick was from his boyfriend's previous profession, he was having enough to deal with as it was.]
If you give it to me, I'll keep it safe. Sometimes a john will get pissed off and try to take your money. At least minimise that.
[Well, he can't make Blaine leave. He has no control here.]
Once a whore, always a whore. You can still get out of here, with your reputation. But it's only a matter of time before an important person who knows your father will come in here. Then what?
$4,000.00. [Blaine nodded, opening a shoe box under the bed with the money inside.] It's all here. [He said, handing it over to him without a second thought.]
[Blaine's shoulders fell as he sat back on the bed.] I... can't. I still need to make money. It's only a few more weeks. It is. I swear.
[He pursed his mouth.] Fine. I'll always be a whore. There's worse things.
[He blanched at the mention of his father, fuck, if he found out... he'd be cut off for good, couldn't finish school... what would happen to him, to them?] I... don't know. Honestly. It would be bad.
[Boy looks down at the wad of cash with thinly veiled disgust. He then takes it. He'll keep it safe, like he promised. Unwritten whore's code from his old workplace.]
A few more weeks. And during that time, I get to stay at home, playing pretend, like I don't know what you're letting flithy men do to you, wondering if you'll come home at all.
[Blaine feels ashamed as he takes the money, it's threatening to eat him up alive at this point, he can barely swallow.]
Of course I'll come home! I'm doing this to be with you! So we can build a life together! I'm not doing this because I like it! Do you think I want to spend my time between classes on my knees for the pigs that pay me to blow them? All I can ever fucking taste anymore is latex! [He shouted, then raised his hands apologetically.] It's not your fault, I shouldn't have raised my voice.
I know... [He lowered his head.] What should I do?
Don't yell at me. You misconstrued my meaning. I don't know whether you're coming home, or whether you're going to end up like my mother... I'm scared for you.
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If I'm not allowed to do it, Blaine, you're not either. What the fuck are you doing here? Don't you have a class or something?
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Look, my parents gave me crap about all the money I spent over the summer, they said I'm being irresponsible because I have nothing to show for it. I wasn't going to share my personal fucking life with them after they asked me if blew it at gay strip clubs so I need to pay some of it back or risk getting cut off. How else am I going to make $25,000 in one month? [He said defiantly.] Plus it works around my school schedule.
And yeah, don't get any ideas, you are mine. Only. That's how this deal works.
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Most of all, he's disgusted with himself - for not knowing and for being the cause of all this.]
T-Too much money...
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God, I didn't want you to know, I didn't want you to ever know... [He blinks back tears.] Please don't leave me...
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I feel sick.
Let me help you. I-I know how to do this better than you.
[And he shakes his head.]
Never leave you.
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[He felt himself blushing in shame.] I would take advice, but... that's it.
[Blaine rubbed his hands on his back.] I love you. Everything will be fine again, I swear to you. This is my mess to clean up. Not yours.
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[Boy shakes his head again, still in severe shock.]
And yet you're cleaning up everyone else's mess.
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I would do it again. And again. You were worth every penny I paid for you. I was not letting you go back to that life. [He wasn't going to say for all the pennies in Heaven that the way he got the idea to make money quick was from his boyfriend's previous profession, he was having enough to deal with as it was.]
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[Yes, he is talking money.]
If you give it to me, I'll keep it safe. Sometimes a john will get pissed off and try to take your money. At least minimise that.
[Well, he can't make Blaine leave. He has no control here.]
Once a whore, always a whore. You can still get out of here, with your reputation. But it's only a matter of time before an important person who knows your father will come in here. Then what?
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[Blaine's shoulders fell as he sat back on the bed.] I... can't. I still need to make money. It's only a few more weeks. It is. I swear.
[He pursed his mouth.] Fine. I'll always be a whore. There's worse things.
[He blanched at the mention of his father, fuck, if he found out... he'd be cut off for good, couldn't finish school... what would happen to him, to them?] I... don't know. Honestly. It would be bad.
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A few more weeks. And during that time, I get to stay at home, playing pretend, like I don't know what you're letting flithy men do to you, wondering if you'll come home at all.
It would be bad. Which is why you need help.
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Of course I'll come home! I'm doing this to be with you! So we can build a life together! I'm not doing this because I like it! Do you think I want to spend my time between classes on my knees for the pigs that pay me to blow them? All I can ever fucking taste anymore is latex! [He shouted, then raised his hands apologetically.] It's not your fault, I shouldn't have raised my voice.
I know... [He lowered his head.] What should I do?
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[He lowers his gaze.]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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I know. But don't be. I had other options. This is what I chose. I'll be okay. We'll be okay.
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