Fake: a Klaine Fanfiction

Fake: Chapter One

FAKE CH.1

"Fuck off, Hummel." Blaine huffed as he walked out of his New York apartment onto the damp sidewalk. It was a cold night in November, but Kurt was still on the corner of the block. Just like he was every other night of the year. "I'm not in the mood for your failed attempts at flirting."
Kurt laughed softly, rolling his eyes as he blew out the smoke of his cigarette. "You're never in the mood." He said, covering his mouth as he began to cough. "This weather fucking sucks." He groaned, wiping at his nose as he took another puff of his cigarette.
"Maybe you should quit smoking. And go inside. You really think you're going to get a customer tonight? No one wants to have sex in the freezing cold." Blaine said, shivering slightly as he zipped up his puffy jacket.
"Like I have somewhere to go? I have to get a customer, Blaine. I sleep in my customer's beds every night. We've been over this- I don't have my own place." Kurt said between shivers. "You know, I'd /totally/ give you a discount if you finally hired me for a night. Haven't you tormented me with your perfect ass long enough?" He teased with a smirk.
Blaine couldn't help but blush- he always did when Kurt made remarks likes that. "I told  you before, Hummel. I'm not interested in hiring a prostitute."
Kurt rolled his eyes yet again, looking up into Blaine's. "Guess I'll just ask again tomorrow." He smiled, sighing softly as he looked out onto the empty street.
Blaine couldn't help but feel sorry for Kurt- he had been selling his body on the side of the street for years. He had so many questions, and he knew that Kurt would never give him any real answers. The last time Blaine tried to ask anything, the only response he got was 'Why don't you let me fuck you and then we can talk?' Which, even though Blaine would never admit it, was a very tempting offer.