Between Two Points - Puckurt - MA - 01/?
Title: Between Two Points
Author: youaredriving aka Scarletsptember
Characters: Kurt, Puck, Santana, Other Originals
Warnings: Slash, Escort!fic, Language
Rating: MA
Summary: At twenty-six Kurt Hummel is one of the most successful club owners in LA. He has drive, a knack for business and keeps his personal life to himself. Not that he has much of a personal life seeing as he’s constantly on the move and making sure everything runs smoothly. So upon the opening of his second club, an event not to be missed, Kurt takes the advice of one of his favorite bar tenders. He hires an escort for the event to settle rumors of a damaged heart and the soulless business owner. It is either the biggest mistake he has ever made or the best.
Kurt wiped the sweat dotting his brow and handed over another brew and grinned at the woman who tipped him generously. If only she knew she tipped the owner to Spellbound she probably would have kept the ten bucks and made her way out to the dance floor sooner.
“Boss,” Santana swayed her hips with exaggeration getting a whistle from the gentlemen customers. She draped her self across his shoulders and pressed a noisy kiss to his cheek, “I love you but you’re stealing my customers.”
“Let him stay ‘Tana!” A tipsy brunette leaned over the counter, “He’s candy for the eyes.”
Santana shared a look with Kurt before she started laughing. Pressing a hand to Kurt’s shoulder and nudging him out from behind the bar she handed him the suit jacket he discard in favor of working with his crisp lavender shirt rolled up to his elbows, “I’ve got it from here. You go ahead and do your business stuff.”
Kurt rolled his eyes at her, “My business stuff makes sure you get a paycheck Santana”
As soon as he was out from behind the bar smoothed out his sleeves as much as he could manage before he pulled on his suit jacket and ran his hands over invisible wrinkles. He moved through the crowd and minutely bobbed his head in time with the music.
His bar was fully stocked and his customers were happy. It was looking to be a pleasant Wednesday night at Spellbound. At least for the employees and customer. For him, he would be up in his office finalizing the opening night of Illumination. He spoke to his security crew as he made his way through a hidden alcove and up towards his office. “I’m off the floor. Any problems you guys know how to take care of them. If I’m required you know how to find me.”
The deep voices of his security team echoed in his ear piece as he climbed the stairs and punched in the pass code to his office. As soon as he shut the door the heavy bass and music quieted. Sound proofing made it possible to actually get any work done during operating hours.
He had a few phone calls that would have to wait during daylight hours but otherwise the contractors had informed him their work was done. The electrical engineers had the lighting system up and running. He even had his employees hired, a regular DJ lined up who actually worked for him a few times at Spellbound in a pinch. Everything was going well until the press got interested in Illumination’s grand opening and decided he was the center of attention.
He didn’t have the time to deal with the press, even though it would be a good thing for the new venue. Somehow it was decided that he was a person of interest in LA within the past few years. It wasn’t something he was fond of either. He liked his private life private. No one else needed to know if he was single or not. They didn’t need to know what he looked like when he was out grocery shopping. They just needed to know the address to Spellbound and Illumination.
“Thinking pretty hard there boss man,” Santana said as she closed the door. Kurt blinked in confusion before he checked his watch. It was close to closing which meant Santana left the stranglers to Janie. She had to put in the booze order so it was better for her to have the last hour to get everything straightened out.
“It’s the new club opening,” Kurt waved her concern off as she settled at the desk Kurt had decided he might as well give in and give her for her own tasks.
“Oh, the club that you didn’t want me to be a bartender at. Instead you wanted me to stay at this old place,” Santana raised a brow and Kurt rolled his eyes at her.
“You know, maybe there is a reason for that. Did you ever stop to think about that?”
“It’s cool,” Santana shrugged, “I’ve got it made here. I don’t mind. I’m just going to miss your rosy cheeks around here.”
“Sure you will,” Kurt tapped out a reminder in his iPhone and set it to alarm later on in the morning after he had gotten some sleep.
“So are you bringing anyone to the opening?” Santana asked even though she was completely focused on the computer in front of her.
Kurt huffed out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair, “No. I don’t think I’ll subject anyone to that circus of paparazzi.”
“I think it might be a good idea to have someone on your arm though,” Santana offered up. She stood up and cracked her back. “We’ve both read what all those trashy mags have been saying about you.”
“That I’m a soulless creature?” Kurt scoffed at that. “They don’t really need to be in my business San.”
“I’m just saying it’ll stop them from making up shitty rumors.” Santana moved to lean a hip against his desk. She fingered a business card in her hand and bit her lip as if she were completely unsure of what she was about to offer up. “I just know that you get stressed out when there’s a picture of you just chilling at the check out line with your face on it with stupid ass shit about you on it. Maybe having someone go with you would put a stop to it all.”
“Say I did bring someone and it put an end to having love slaves in my basement,” Kurt rolled his eyes, “Who would I ask to go with me last minute? I’ve got three days to find a date and there aren’t many guys who want anything to do with me.”
“It’s because you can stand on your own two feet honey,” Santana tapped the card against her lips before handing it over to Kurt. “They’re good. I’ve seen some of their people in the club with the high to dos who want to impress someone. They’re legit.”
Kurt looked down at the card in his hands and his jaw dropped, “Oh I am not calling up an escort service.”
“Are you sure about that?” Santana pulled open the latest trash and set it on Kurt’s desk. It had a picture of he and Santana from last weekend’s event. They were laughing at something and the headline ran, Cheating on lover with woman, How could he? Kurt just about swallowed his tongue. The entire populace of Los Angeles knew he was gay but to suggest he would cheat on his lover, if he even had one pissed him off.
“So if I do call and I just want someone to act as arm candy for the night that wouldn’t be a problem?” Kurt asked. “I don’t want sex or anything like that. I don’t need to be caught up in scandal.”
“If they believe there is any risk for scandal they’ll stay away from you.” Santana rolled her lips together. “Just give them a call and see if they can help you out.”
Kurt pinched the card in his fingers before he set it in his wallet gesturing for Santana to head out ahead of him, “If I end up regretting this you’ll lose your job.”
“Please, how could you regret hiring an escort for one night? Wham, bam, thank you ma’am, without any actual sex. It’ll all work out."
To Part Two
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