Title: Trust
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters/Pairing: Eventual Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: Prologue/?
Word Count: 746
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Summary: Kurt Hummel needs money for student loans, and if getting paid to be tied up and used online is the best way to do it, he'll take it. Blaine Anderson tells himself not to get attached to clients but this innocent young man could change everything for him.

Warnings: some BDSM elements, but this is a love story at its heart.

Trust

Prologue

"So what's your name?" Blaine Anderson asks, setting up the camera and stepping back, arms crossed over his chest and wearing the most unflattering pair of coveralls ever but it's necessary.

Wouldn't want the viewers to see if he's aroused, and honestly he's been doing this long enough that he doesn't get aroused much anymore. Yes, some of the people that come through here are extremely attractive…case in point, the young man currently sitting in front of him, wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans that he looks uncomfortable in (Blaine doesn't know how, but okay) and fidgeting, eyes darting around the darkened room.

"Kurt. Hummel," he finally replies, his voice high and melodic and oh, it's going to be fun to make him scream.

"And how old are you, Kurt?" Blaine presses, adjusting camera a bit.

"21," Kurt replies instantly, sitting up straighter, hands gripping the fabric over his knees as he swallows heavily.

"21? You're a young one," Blaine smirks and Kurt gives a very quick nod, looking around again. "Why are you here?"

"Poor college student?" Kurt supplies with a shrug, biting his lip in a way that's horribly arousing without him probably meaning it to be and Blaine thinks that the kid's got potential. They always agree on boundaries and such before the shoot and it's very clinical, not nearly the spontaneous almost-torture that the viewers see, but Kurt's kept everything very tame and Blaine's guessing he's never done anything like this before.

"Well, I'm sure you could get a job at Starbucks. Why are you letting us tie you up and abuse you?" he clarifies and Kurt lets out a little breathy laugh at that, shaking his head before lowering it, eyes down to the ground.

"I…come from a very conservative place," his voice gets quiet, reflective, and Blaine finds himself leaning forward to take it in. "There was never…never anybody there to…you know," he shrugs, "and I've been so busy with school here there's just been no time. I'm completely…new to this, everything, and I thought that this would be a way to just…see what it's like, without the hassle of finding the 'right one' first," he quirks and smile and yes, Blaine's heard this story before, but something about Kurt's innocence and the wideness of his eyes has Blaine feeling something and he can't.

It's not part of his job to care. Kurt's a client, he gets paid so that other people can watch him and touch themselves, and Blaine's job is just to get him into the most interesting apparatuses possible and make him work for every ounce of pleasure he gains from it.

He doesn't love his job, but just like Kurt, it pays the bills.

Or student loans, as the case may be, he thinks with a smile.

"So, Kurt, why bondage?"

"I've always been…curious about the…the feeling, the knowledge that you're not in control and the trust that's involved," Kurt replies and Blaine instantly sees that not only is Kurt heart-breakingly pretty, he's also fiercely intelligent and oh, God, that's a deadly combination to the young man. "And I know that…that it's safe here, that I'll only be pushed the way I want to, and that's…a comfort," he admits and Blaine vows to himself to make this as painless as possible for him.

"Okay," Blaine turns off the camera, stepping across the floor and holding out a hand. "Kurt, I'm Blaine. I'm going to be your master today. You only address me as 'sir' and you don't ejaculate until I give you permission. We'll take time before each shot to make sure you're comfortable and not in any pain, and if at any time you feel threatened or pushed too far you're not obligated to continue. Is that clear?"

He tries to keep it impersonal, tries not to let it show how much he already feels for this young man, and Kurt nods stiffly as Blaine rests a hand on his shoulder.

"And relax. Have some fun. Many of our performers come back because they enjoy this immensely, and I'll try to make sure you leave satisfied. Okay?"

"Okay," Kurt whispers, Blaine breaking character for a moment to swipe the boy's hair back as Kurt's eyes flutter closed at the gentle touch, and then he's stepping away to direct his cameramen to move the camera and leaving to get some supplies.

Kurt Hummel, he thinks with a shake of his head.

This boy could be dangerous.

Notes:

1. Those of you who know me know I've suffered from immense 'writer's apathy' lately and when this plot bunny jumped into my head I grabbed hold with both hands and just let it run where it would. That being said, I have no first-hand knowledge of how these sites work so please take that with a grain of salt.

2. This is *so* the polar opposite of anything I've ever written, so feedback is immensely, immensely appreciated. This is also my first chaptered Klaine-only fic, so again, please let me know if this is worth continuing.