Fic: Desperate Endeavor (7/?)
Title: Desperate Endeavor - 7/?
Genre: Angst / AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Brittany/Tina (side pairing)
Summary: AU - Kurt calls an escort service and gets a little more than he bargained for in the boy they send. He may be falling for Blaine but he isn't going to let his life become a "Pretty Woman" type cliche.
Blaine was sitting at the bar when Kurt walked in. A shudder passed through Kurt’s body when he realized just how often Blaine had to come to this seedy establishment to be able to tell Kurt that was where he could find him. He watched for a moment before he approached. Blaine was hunched over the bar; he was holding onto a glass in his hand like it was some kind of crutch.
The bar was dim, but even though it was dim, Kurt could see his face, clearly. Blaine was bruised again, a round circular bruise underneath his left eye. When he got a little closer, he could hear Blaine rambling to the boy next to him. His ramblings became louder as he became more aggravated. He was drunk.
“He fucking hit me,” Blaine said, shaking his head. “I didn’t think he could fucking hit me. He’s torn me to pieces, fucked me into ground and left me limping but he’s never hit me. I’m out of work for three days and I’m pissed off. I can’t take this anymore. My only consolation is the fact that he’s about two weeks from being broke and outed.”
Blaine kept going on and on and Kurt couldn’t believe that nobody in the bar was batting an eye at his obvious references to what he did for a living. Did anyone care that this young man was rambling about being injured by a man while he was whoring himself out?
“I know that bad shit happens to people peddling out there but c’mon, it’s not like I’m a street corner whore picking up guys in vans. The agency’s respectable at least; why the fuck would they let that NHL washout buy? We’ve got celebrities, politicians and goddamned perfect fashion industry icons calling but this guy, he’s a nobody now. Why do they keep letting him do what he does?”
Kurt stilled himself and sat down in the seat on Blaine’s other side.
“Blaine,” he said seriously.
The other man looked over at him, his face froze and the drunken rambling stopped short, instantly.
“Kurt,” he said, breathing deeply. He looked the way that Kurt felt when he was truly on the verge of having a panic attack. His mouth kept opening and closing and he shook his head, as though shaking his head could make Kurt disappear completely from the room. Kurt could not help the pity that washed over him.
“You told me I could find you here,” he reminded Blaine, since he didn’t seem to understand why Kurt was there. He looked him over and his heart started hurting again. God this was the worst feeling in the world. He reached out and brushed his thumb over the bruise that was forming under his beloved’s eye. It was really deep and it looked almost fresh. He wanted to cry but he kept his strength up and spoke clearly. “What happened Blaine?”
Blaine was calm and much less enraged, but at the same time he spoke like someone who had been drinking and didn’t have their sensors up. “One of my clients is a closeted idiot with a violent streak,” he said, rolling his eyes. “He used to be pretty well off. He had a contract with the NHL and everything but his alcohol and prostitute addiction is pretty much cutting into that. He’s married to this girl, right? She knows he’s gay as hell but what can she do? She’d have to be stupid not to know. He’s always been rough and I’ve always ended up with bruises but I never imagined he’d hit me.”
Kurt shuddered. Something about this story was hitting a familiar nerve but he wasn’t sure what that was. It didn’t matter right then, anyway. What really mattered was taking care of Blaine and making sure that the other boy was safe and brought to safety in one piece. He was not going to let Blaine keep living this way. He was so much better than the crappy situation that life had dealt out to him.
“Blaine, sweetheart,” he said, adoringly. “You can’t keep living this life, you can’t. There’s so much more out there for you. These risks you’re taking are eventually going to catch up to you and I can’t stand the idea of something happening to you. Someone’s going to hurt you, or get you killed, or…”
Blaine jerked away from his touch, suddenly angry.
“What the hell can a whore do with his life Kurt?”
Kurt blinked at the sudden surge of anger and put his hand on Blaine’s back. He could feel his muscles tensing spastically there. He was really tense, exhausted. “I’ll hire you,” he said gently, smoothing out the wrinkled fabric on the back of his shirt. He just wanted to touch Blaine, feel his body again and have his soul, his heart, everything.
“Brittany’s the sweetest thing in the universe, but sometimes she’s slow and forgets things and could use an extra pair of hands to help her out. I’m also giving her a couple of months off at least to spend with Tina and the baby when the time comes. We’ll find a way Blaine, working together. You and I can work together and we can bring an end to this.”
Blaine started crying and Kurt realized he was far too drunk to talk right now. His body shook with tiny, little sobs that nobody could hear over the quiet chattering in the bar. “It’s alright Blaine…” he said gently, looking to Blaine’s other side. The boy that Blaine had been talking to before he arrived seemed to have lost interest completely. Blaine was alone here, except for Kurt. “I’m going to take you home, sweetheart and you’re going to sleep this off.”
“No way Kurt,” Blaine said clearly. “I refuse. I will not.”
“I heard you say you were out of work for three days anyway,” he said, keeping the demanding voice he used for work on. He was Kurt Hummel and he had the power to tell people what was what. When you owned a business that was slowly turning into an empire, you learned how to manage people.
“You’re going to get taken advantage of in this state and I’m not going to allow that to happen.”
He put his arm around Blaine and slowly helped him up to his feet. Blaine staggered the slightest bit but with Kurt’s arm around him did not stumble or fall. “What does he owe you?” he asked the bartender. When the man gave him Blaine’s tab, Kurt paid it off quickly, adding a nice little tip for the bartender as well. He knew that whatever money Blaine had on him, he needed it. He was going to get Blaine out of the mess of his life, now.
It didn’t take long for Kurt to get Blaine into his car and drive him home. The poor guy was half asleep by the time they arrived. Kurt put Blaine’s arm around his shoulders and half-walked, half-carried him inside. He was small but he had always been strong. He carried Blaine up to his bedroom and laid him down on the bed. He gave him an oversized shirt and some pajama pants to change into.
He practically had to help the guy get dressed, sliding the shirt over his head and smoothing out his hair, before stumbling with him to get on the pants. Blaine gave him a sheepish, half drunken smile and Kurt returned it. He was a beautiful person and he deserved more.
He put him in bed, covered him up and was only put to ease when he could sit and watch Blaine sleep.
Genre: Angst / AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Brittany/Tina (side pairing)
Summary: AU - Kurt calls an escort service and gets a little more than he bargained for in the boy they send. He may be falling for Blaine but he isn't going to let his life become a "Pretty Woman" type cliche.
Blaine was sitting at the bar when Kurt walked in. A shudder passed through Kurt’s body when he realized just how often Blaine had to come to this seedy establishment to be able to tell Kurt that was where he could find him. He watched for a moment before he approached. Blaine was hunched over the bar; he was holding onto a glass in his hand like it was some kind of crutch.
The bar was dim, but even though it was dim, Kurt could see his face, clearly. Blaine was bruised again, a round circular bruise underneath his left eye. When he got a little closer, he could hear Blaine rambling to the boy next to him. His ramblings became louder as he became more aggravated. He was drunk.
“He fucking hit me,” Blaine said, shaking his head. “I didn’t think he could fucking hit me. He’s torn me to pieces, fucked me into ground and left me limping but he’s never hit me. I’m out of work for three days and I’m pissed off. I can’t take this anymore. My only consolation is the fact that he’s about two weeks from being broke and outed.”
Blaine kept going on and on and Kurt couldn’t believe that nobody in the bar was batting an eye at his obvious references to what he did for a living. Did anyone care that this young man was rambling about being injured by a man while he was whoring himself out?
“I know that bad shit happens to people peddling out there but c’mon, it’s not like I’m a street corner whore picking up guys in vans. The agency’s respectable at least; why the fuck would they let that NHL washout buy? We’ve got celebrities, politicians and goddamned perfect fashion industry icons calling but this guy, he’s a nobody now. Why do they keep letting him do what he does?”
Kurt stilled himself and sat down in the seat on Blaine’s other side.
“Blaine,” he said seriously.
The other man looked over at him, his face froze and the drunken rambling stopped short, instantly.
“Kurt,” he said, breathing deeply. He looked the way that Kurt felt when he was truly on the verge of having a panic attack. His mouth kept opening and closing and he shook his head, as though shaking his head could make Kurt disappear completely from the room. Kurt could not help the pity that washed over him.
“You told me I could find you here,” he reminded Blaine, since he didn’t seem to understand why Kurt was there. He looked him over and his heart started hurting again. God this was the worst feeling in the world. He reached out and brushed his thumb over the bruise that was forming under his beloved’s eye. It was really deep and it looked almost fresh. He wanted to cry but he kept his strength up and spoke clearly. “What happened Blaine?”
Blaine was calm and much less enraged, but at the same time he spoke like someone who had been drinking and didn’t have their sensors up. “One of my clients is a closeted idiot with a violent streak,” he said, rolling his eyes. “He used to be pretty well off. He had a contract with the NHL and everything but his alcohol and prostitute addiction is pretty much cutting into that. He’s married to this girl, right? She knows he’s gay as hell but what can she do? She’d have to be stupid not to know. He’s always been rough and I’ve always ended up with bruises but I never imagined he’d hit me.”
Kurt shuddered. Something about this story was hitting a familiar nerve but he wasn’t sure what that was. It didn’t matter right then, anyway. What really mattered was taking care of Blaine and making sure that the other boy was safe and brought to safety in one piece. He was not going to let Blaine keep living this way. He was so much better than the crappy situation that life had dealt out to him.
“Blaine, sweetheart,” he said, adoringly. “You can’t keep living this life, you can’t. There’s so much more out there for you. These risks you’re taking are eventually going to catch up to you and I can’t stand the idea of something happening to you. Someone’s going to hurt you, or get you killed, or…”
Blaine jerked away from his touch, suddenly angry.
“What the hell can a whore do with his life Kurt?”
Kurt blinked at the sudden surge of anger and put his hand on Blaine’s back. He could feel his muscles tensing spastically there. He was really tense, exhausted. “I’ll hire you,” he said gently, smoothing out the wrinkled fabric on the back of his shirt. He just wanted to touch Blaine, feel his body again and have his soul, his heart, everything.
“Brittany’s the sweetest thing in the universe, but sometimes she’s slow and forgets things and could use an extra pair of hands to help her out. I’m also giving her a couple of months off at least to spend with Tina and the baby when the time comes. We’ll find a way Blaine, working together. You and I can work together and we can bring an end to this.”
Blaine started crying and Kurt realized he was far too drunk to talk right now. His body shook with tiny, little sobs that nobody could hear over the quiet chattering in the bar. “It’s alright Blaine…” he said gently, looking to Blaine’s other side. The boy that Blaine had been talking to before he arrived seemed to have lost interest completely. Blaine was alone here, except for Kurt. “I’m going to take you home, sweetheart and you’re going to sleep this off.”
“No way Kurt,” Blaine said clearly. “I refuse. I will not.”
“I heard you say you were out of work for three days anyway,” he said, keeping the demanding voice he used for work on. He was Kurt Hummel and he had the power to tell people what was what. When you owned a business that was slowly turning into an empire, you learned how to manage people.
“You’re going to get taken advantage of in this state and I’m not going to allow that to happen.”
He put his arm around Blaine and slowly helped him up to his feet. Blaine staggered the slightest bit but with Kurt’s arm around him did not stumble or fall. “What does he owe you?” he asked the bartender. When the man gave him Blaine’s tab, Kurt paid it off quickly, adding a nice little tip for the bartender as well. He knew that whatever money Blaine had on him, he needed it. He was going to get Blaine out of the mess of his life, now.
It didn’t take long for Kurt to get Blaine into his car and drive him home. The poor guy was half asleep by the time they arrived. Kurt put Blaine’s arm around his shoulders and half-walked, half-carried him inside. He was small but he had always been strong. He carried Blaine up to his bedroom and laid him down on the bed. He gave him an oversized shirt and some pajama pants to change into.
He practically had to help the guy get dressed, sliding the shirt over his head and smoothing out his hair, before stumbling with him to get on the pants. Blaine gave him a sheepish, half drunken smile and Kurt returned it. He was a beautiful person and he deserved more.
He put him in bed, covered him up and was only put to ease when he could sit and watch Blaine sleep.