Author's Note: So this is my first time posting a kurtbastian, and though canonly I ship Klaine, I love Kurtbastian just as much, and I'm trying to get a friend to like Sebastian as well and hopefully she won't be able to resist reading a new fic of mine.

Blaine does play a part in this fic, but keep in mind the ship is Kurtbastian and the closest we're getting to Klaine is a friendship.

Also Kurt works at a strip club in this fic, I have never been to a strip club, at least not when it was opened, so what happens at this fic's club might not resemble a real club, but I'm sure that won't be too big of a deal.

Disclaimer. I don't own glee.

Kurt Hummel woke up at five, dragging himself to the shower, something he never could bring himself to do after getting home from work, regardless he took two showers a day on most days. Today was going to be one of those days. He dressed quickly, hardly bothering with his hair before grabbing his laptop bag, and apron for work.

"Morning Lisa." Kurt said as he entered the store, flipping the sign to open. He's been doing that for three years now. The elderly woman, his boss smiled at him.

"Kurt, how are you? You didn't get near enough sleep last night." She fretted, handing him a cup of coffee, like always.

He smiled at her, her motherly act was endearing, she was the only one that could make him smile a real smile anymore. He sipped on the coffee before tying his apron on. "I never do."

"Kurt, I insist you take a week off work." Lisa began. "You're running yourself ragged and on top of that finals are coming up."

"I know, I know. But if I take a week off then I couldn't afford rent. Then I'll be homeless in New York City during winter. You wouldn't want that would you?"

"No I guess not."

And it was dropped so they could tend to their customers. For an independent coffee shop they got a lot of business and Kurt had a feeling it was because of the nice cozy atmosphere that was so rare in the big apple. He made coffees, all morning long, keeping a smile on his face as he and Lisa talked back and forth, they had a nice dynamic, and always got along nicely. Even when her mothering nature came out on Kurt who wanted nothing to do with it.

"Kurt, its time for you to clock out. Here take a sandwich and coffee to go. Get yourself home and get some rest." She pushed the coffee and small paper bag at him and he shook his head.

"Thanks but no thanks, I needed to get to the library to study. Finals on Monday."

"Two hours. That's it. Afterwords stop by here for your sandwich."

Kurt nodded, giving her a tight smile before venturing out in the cold. He was grateful it was his last year in school, Then he'd actually have time to sleep, maybe, or he'd be pounding the pavement looking for roles to fill and will have even less time, he wasn't sure which was better. At the library he settled with his laptop, his desktop background hasn't changed, it was of him and his dad, taken when he moved to New York. It was the last picture ever taken of them. Even now, two years later it hurt to think about his father. It hurt to think about anyone, which is why he cut off all emotions, he couldn't afford to feel anymore.

Kurt groaned when his cell phone rang, check his alarm, he still had an hour before he had to leave for his night job, who would be calling him. "Hello?"

"Kurt. How do you feel about taking the party room tonight?" His boss, from his second job, asked, Kurt sat up, that meant extra money, which probably meant he'd be able to get a new coat as his was getting holey and worn.

"What about Nathan? I thought he was handling it?" Kurt asked, screw Nathan he didn't care he wanted the room. He wanted that spot.

"Came down with the flu. Come on kid. Tell me."

"Yes please yes J." Kurt said a rush of excitement filling him. If you was to tell the Kurt of four years ago that he'd be excited to strip and dance in front of a room full of aging old man he'd laugh in your face, but this Kurt knew that it was a good thing.

"Be here in thirty minutes then. Oh and kid, make sure you suit up. The party arrives early."

Kurt hung up throwing himself in a frenzy, he had to shower, the soap he used was a strong smelling one and mixed in perfectly with his cologne, and he needed to squeeze into his outfit. Dancing for the party room was a special honor. There were three rooms at Untamed the main one, which held the main bar, that was the one he normally danced in, a room that needed reserving but was just for tiny parties, and the party room, which could hold up to three hundred people and the renters of the room got to choose between one to ten dancers. This party just wanted one, which wasn't too rare, but it meant Kurt normally didn't have a chance in, and the party room always got big, nice tips, sure it meant more dancing, more lap dances, and touching with men that were too grabby, but it was better than not being able to afford the small apartment he lived in and college.

Author's Note, so this is just to set the mood, next chapter is where things start. To answer any questions, Burt is dead, he died when Kurt was 20, Kurt doesn't speak to anyone from Lima anymore and Kurt never went to Dalton Academy.

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