Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
This story is inspired by the movie The Wedding Date (which I don't own). If you've seen it then you'll see lots of similarities.
Anyways I hope you guys like it.
Love Reviews ;]
"Kurt, you need to calm down," Blaine says in a tone that indicates his higher level of maturity.
Kurt gives him an angry glare.
"Look, it was fun right? But now, things are different," Blaine continues, "I love Wes. Me and him, we just click. I'm sorry but its over."
"YOU STUPID CURLY HEADED BITCH!" Kurt yells as he launches at Blaine.
"Now Kurt…this is really…trashy of you…" Blaine utters as he tries to get a hold of the smaller man. Blaine finally manages to back away from Kurt.
"Look I think you should leave now," Blaine says rearranging his clothes.
"Oh don't you worry, I'm leaving but not before doing…" Kurt swings his leg, hitting Blaine straight in the crotch, "that."
He reaches the door but stops to look back at a Blaine who's wriggling in pain on the floor, "By the way, I hate your stupid chia-pet eyebrows!"
Kurt wipes away angry tears as he reaches the elevator. He takes out his cell phone and speed dials Mercedes.
"That h..ho…" Kurt's tears return as he tries to explain to his best friend, " He chaid…that…cgodb…love me….no m..more…stupid …y…yeah eye br…ows…."
Kurt fidgets with his keys as he waits for the interview to begin. Oh my god, what the hell am I doing? This is crazy. This was a very bad idea. Can I really spare $3,000? No…I'm so poor. I should sell something…it's ok, this is worth it. It better be. I should say something, she's gonna think I'm stupid. I'm such a loser.
"So Mr. Roberts, tell me a little about yourself," says the petite but incredibly voluptuous woman sitting across from him before he can get a word out.
"Well, my name's Joey," Kurt gives a little nervous laugh, "I'm 28. I am an actor and singer. I work in small plays and I sing in hotels sometimes."
"Really? That's great. To be honest, I was a little worried. Mr. D.K. is in high demand and I didn't know if he would be able to take you on but between us, he has a soft spot for singers," Amanda says with a flirty laugh, God knows why. Despite her D-cup breasts, he is not in the least bit tempted to switch teams.
"Oh, well that's good," Kurt says.
"Yes, it is. So what else can you tell me? Likes? Dislikes?"
"I like roses, ice cream, dogs, bubble wrap…"
Amanda laughs a little, "You're so cute. I meant in a guy. What do you like in a guy?"
"Oh," Kurt says, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, "Well, I like a guy that's attentive, you know, to details. And sensitive and romantic and…well, uh is this really necessary?"
"Of course, this is about you Joey," Amanda says, "We are here to give you what you want, Mr. D.K.'s goal is to make you feel good and happy and satisfied."
Once again, Kurt felt the hot blush run up to his cheeks, "Well…I mean I'm not looking for…you know…that."
"Oh my god Joey, you kill me, you're so adorable," Amanda laughs, " That, is not what I meant either. I just want you to know that you have nothing be scared of and there's no need to be nervous. He will be everything you need and he is nothing, if not respectful."
Kurt nods, feeling a little better. Oh God, Mercedes. This better be worth it or you are so dead.
"By the way if you did want that, there's an extra charge but from what I hear, it's worth it," she says with a wink, "Oh God, he's gonna have so much fun with you."
Kurt tries to giggle but instead gives a nervous chuckle.
"Well, I will give all of your information to Mr. D.K. and call you back by the end of the day but don't you worry, it's most likely a sure thing. I will personally put in a good word for you," Amanda says gathering her stuff.
"Uh no, wait. That's it?" Kurt says a little confused.
"Well yes…why? Did you think I was going to take a blood sample or something?"
"No, no, it's just that… I am paying a lot of money here and I don't even know what he looks like or his name…"
"I see. Well don't worry, you and Mr. D.K. will settle the money issue in a way that's convenient for you. As for the name, I'm sorry but he is really careful and am not allowed to tell you."
"Well…what does he look like?" Kurt asks.
"He prefers that the clients first impression of him be in person. But I can tell you he is tall, broad muscular shoulders, brown-green eyes, short brown curly hair…well, he's quite yummy to tell you the truth. He is definitely more on the manly side just in case you were hoping for a cute little twink."
"Well, I do tend to prefer them but really, as long as he plays the part, I don't mind him being manly. Uh…just to be sure, he's gay right? I mean, he's not some straight guy pretending to be gay for money or at least bi?"
Amanda gives him a smile before replying, "Joey, I don't think there's a guy out there, gay or straight, who could resist you. You will hear from me soon."
With that she says her goodbyes and leaves Kurt sitting by himself in the middle of the busy café.
Dave steps into his small but elegant office and sees his lovely assistant already sitting there, her mouth stuffed with cheeseburger.
"Good afternoon, Amanda," Dave says with a smile as he walks up to her desk, "any messages?"
"Godmf afgfkdnoom…" she manages to say as she tries to swallow.
Dave chuckles as he takes the messages from her.
"When did you get so cute huh?" he flirts giving her a grin.
"You are a horrible tease," Amanda replies, her mouth finally empty.
"How's the boyfriend?" Dave asks looking through the messages.
"Well, it happens," Dave says as he turns to walk into his private office, Amanda following closely behind.
"So I met with a possible client today," she says as she takes a seat in one of the leather chairs in front of Dave's desk. She watches as he walks around the desk and unbuttons his suit, taking it off and draping it on the back of the chair before taking a seat. For a moment, she loses her concentration. She never gets tired of admiring her boss's physique and he looks damn good in a suit. Too bad he can't appreciate the soft curves of the female body. She shrugs and looks down at her notebook.
Dave leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head.
"Alright, tell me all about 'em," Dave says with a sigh. This was all starting to get old. It's not like he doesn't like his job, he does. What could be better than getting paid to go out on dates? To some people it's a shameless business but to him it's more than that. It's about giving people confidence and self-esteem and sometimes comfort. All of his clients have something in common, they all just want to find a part of themselves that's missing and he helps. People can call him whatever they want, an escort, a prostitute etc. But they're all just labels and none of it really matters to him anymore because he knows it's not sex he's selling but the comfort of feeling rescued, of feeling like someone gives a damn and he does. It's never just business, if it were then he wouldn't be so successful at it.
But as much as he enjoys his job, there was something missing for him that no client could ever give him. Something he lost in high school and tried to find before finally giving up. Its that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you like someone so much that you can hardly stand it, the anxiety of debating with yourself on whether that person could like you back or not. Those stupid school crushes. The rush of that first kiss in the middle of a locker room…
It's all gone because how can he do his job and have a relationship? It's impossible. Most of the time, all these thoughts remain locked away in the back of his mind but every once in while they come out and taunt him, creating a sense of nostalgia that he can't shake away.
"Well I know you are practically overbooked but this guy," Amanda's eyes lit up, "this guy is so…gorgeous. And he's so…innocent and I don't even know. His name is Joey Roberts. Well, that's what he said but I get the feeling that he was lying, I don't know. He has brown hair and green eyes and the cutest lips ever, seriously, all the good ones are gay. Anyways, you should have seen him blushing like a school girl, he was so nervous."
Dave smiles, "Am I gonna have to change his diapers? I mean c'mon Amanda."
"Dave, no! He's 28 and he's amazing, trust me. You're gonna have a lot of fun with this one. He sings you know and acts in plays, probably not very successful ones yet. I almost felt bad when I gave him your going rate but he assured me he could pay."
Dave gives a deep sigh, "I don't know….did he give a reason?"
"On the phone he did. Apparently he'd been dating this guy Blaine, for like eight years and the guy dumped him for one of their mutual friends. Joey was heartbroken but it gets worst. Joey's best friend is getting married to Blaine's best friend. Blaine's the best man and Joey's the man of honor. It's one of those traditional five day weddings and he wants to hire you for all five days so that he doesn't show up alone."
"Rough." Dave says thinking about it for a moment.
"C'mon Dave, now's not the time to be heartless, I really like this guy," Amanda begged.
"You know he's gay right?" Dave chuckles.
"I know that. But I think you'll like him…a lot," she continues.
"Alright, I'll meet him tomorrow then, at his place. You really need to get over this notion you have in your head that I'm gonna fall in love with a client and live happily ever after. It's not healthy Amanda," he says with a grin.
"You're gonna thank me for this one," she replies winking at him.
"Yeah, I bet."
"Oh God Mercedes. Let's cancel this whole thing," Kurt says, nervously pacing around the living room of his small apartment.
"Hell no, boy. I am not letting you walk out on my wedding with Terry because of that useless piece of crap," Mercedes says in all her diva-ness, "You are gonna meet this hunk and he's gonna rock your world and you're gonna like it."
Kurt stops in front of the mirror and takes in his appearance.
"I look ok right?" he asks fidgeting with his clothes. He's wearing his favorite black skinny jeans, knee length boots, a white v-neck t-shirt and a gray tight cardigan. His hair is neatly in place and his skin flawless.
"You look gorgeous, stop fidgeting," Mercedes says taking a seat in the beautiful beige couch.
"Yes, well that's kind of steep…but he'll be worth it, I can sense it…"
Just then, there's a sudden knock on the door and they both jump up startled and wide-eyed.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…" Kurt begins to panic and before he can tell what's happening Mercedes' hand is making contact with his cheek.
"Snap out of it, white boy," she hisses, "there is a sexy hunk waiting for you. Now go open that door."
Kurt nods, "Thanks."
Kurt walks over to the door and takes a deep breath.
Here it goes…oh god… his heart is beating a million miles a minute and he's so nervous that he can almost feel the precipitation on his palms which slightly grosses him out since sweating is against everything he believes in.
He places his hand on the handle and swing the door open.
His eyes go wide as he takes in the man standing in front of him.