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Enzymes - Ch. 1: Desiderate

Welcome to my new AU.  There is no canon involvement other than Kurt living in Lima and having Burt as a father and Carole as a step-mother.  Blaine and Kurt have never, ever met...and this Blaine is a tad....different.  I am writing and posting but I did the same thing with Save Yourself and that worked out so...comments are like chocolate.  This story will end up being NC-17 but this chapter is barely PG-13 and even then it's only for sexual references.  I want to tell you more but just come...shhh.


1 black tape dispenser.  

4 black filing cabinets.

1 black stapler.

2 black paper trays

1 black touchscreen.

14 black Armani suits of 10 different cuts (all gifts from his father).

Blaine Anderson was surrounded by a color that most people find morbid.  He just sees it as the color of normality and perfection.

He sits in his (black) office chair behind the deep mahogany desk he had purchased four months ago when his third six-digit paycheck had come in so many months.  What good was money if you didn’t use it for something? he figured.

In this case it was for the appointment he had just had.

His eyes flicker to the touchscreen in front of him, google calendar open, packed with appointments until 7pm.

It was now 7:09.

Blaine felt like it may have been the longest period of time that his father had gone without inadvertently dehumanizing him.  Thank god for small favors, Blaine thought as he straightened the binder clips that were already impeccably neat and pawed through the small pile of binders for the next day.  

8 black one-inch binders.  Each with a white label announcing the person who needed his financial prowess.  At 24 he was the youngest executive in his company.  He had earned it, had a reputation at Princeton in the Mathematics department when he transferred over to finance for his Masters and had been hired out of college to earn a six-figure salary - per month.  He had settled in, nervous and wondering if he could do all they had hoped he could...and had come out on top three months later with a reputation earned by both his brains and his charismatic air.

He is jittery; nervous.  Blaine is usually so in control of everything he is and does but today he has done what he set out to do when he was 12 - impress his father.  Now that this one goal - this solitary goal that he had doggedly been driving himself toward for 12 years - is complete he doesn’t know where to focus his energies.

Well.  There is one thing he has been worrying over but he keeps telling himself that it isn’t for him.

One small, little, minute thing that he wants to try out...that he had never really done in college.  He had had one long-term relationship then and had broken it off two weeks before graduation, cleanly, so that the connection would not “impede his social and professional progress” (his father’s words) and he had enjoyed it while it had lasted.  He may have even been in love but...well he wasn’t sure about that.  Relationships were so damn messy, you know.

Blaine reaches into the top drawer of his desk, eyes raking over its contents.

15 black Bic fine point pens; caps all in a line.

4 bottles of white-out, laying on their backs.

2 boxes of extra staples, corners crisp.

3 rolls of spare tape, stacked.

1 business card; white with red roman lettering.

He removes the card and traces the edges with his fingers, mouthing the word and turning it over in his mind.


He knows the address is on the back of the card as much as he knows he won’t need it.  He has read it hundreds of times since obtaining the card - secretly and quite by accident - at his office welcome party three months ago.

The “men” of the office had taken him out after the party to their “local bar”, which turned out to be a swanky gentleman’s-only club down the street from their 35th story office.  Blaine had inspected his surroundings and breathed a sigh of relief.  Every encounter with any of his father’s friends had prepared him for this setting.  He would be fine; even if it wasn’t even close to the kind of place he be caught dead in.

They had had quite a few drinks, asking him question after question ranging from his breeding to his girlfriends.  Blaine had skirted this question by answering, “Oh, boys.  My longest relationship was 16 months in college - but that’s over now.”  

They had guffawed and answered with choruses of “She wasn’t worth it,” and “All of ‘em just want your money, man!”  

Blaine simply smiled knowingly at them.

It was when they were leaving that Brad - that guy from the 33rd floor - slipped him the card.  He had whispered, “Hey, in case it’s been awhile...try it out,” before sweeping away with the other men, cigarette case out, smile plastered on.

“Wha- what is it?” he had tried to ask but Brad was already out the door.

Blaine pulled himself from the memory, making up his mind.
He gathered his briefcase, coat, and keys and, glancing around to be sure things were just so, made his way out of the office in search of an address.


Upper West Side.

Blaine glances up and down the block.  Red brick buildings, turrets, and black trimmed windows.  There is nothing special about the door he is looking at.  It is black trimmed as well, and made of multiple panes of glass that has black script numbers lacquered on the uppermost edge.


Blaine looks down at the card, inhales the city air, and moves to the door, reaching for the handle.  Before he can pull, however, a man is there, pushing it open, eyeing him questioningly.  He is tall - at least a foot taller than Blaine - and is wearing a dark blue tailored suit.  He could obviously make short work of Blaine if he chose to pick a fight...but that isn’t why Blaine’s here so he waits.

“May I help you, sir?” asks the Blue Man (this is what Blaine is calling him, having no point of reference).

Blaine considers for a moment before offering the Blue Man the card with scarlet letters.

“I received this a few months ago and I...I’m curious.” Blaine offered, voice betraying nothing of the nerves fluttering through his bones.

The Blue Man took the card, examined it, and then returned it to Blaine’s waiting hand before opening the glass door wide and extending his arm.  “By all means, come in.  Please, make yourself at home.  Clara will see you in a few moments and,” he finished, “Please.  Call me Andrew.”

Blaine faltered but a moment before entering the red brick building, changing his life forever.


Please answer the following questions completely as we want to be sure to meet your every need.

1. Please describe, in as much detail as you can, the exact kind of sexual activity you are looking for.
2. Please describe, in as much detail as you can, the exact kind of sexual partner you would want in said activity.

3. Choose one:     Public      Semi-Public     Private

4.  Please describe, in as much detail as you can, what you DO NOT LIKE OR WANT in a sexual encounter.

5. Will this be a one-time engagement?

6. Are you willing to have your blood tracked for 3-6 months (depending on the timeline of your experience)?

7. Why are you here?

That last one made Blaine pause.  He knew about all the others - Brad had been most forthcoming the next time they had gotten drunk (“The best sex you’ll ever have, man, and no strings!  Everything you want and no worries...just..try it one time.”) and had told Blaine everything he needed to know.  He thought about it for a moment, the pen cap at his lower lip, then leaned down to respond.


Clara sat in the high-backed leather chair opposite Blaine, her eyes focused and forehead creased in concentration as she read over Blaine’s application.  Despite the war raging within his chest Blaine appeared calm, waiting patiently as she picked through his deepest fantasies, answering her occasional questions.

“Hmm...someone stronger than you but doesn’t look the part?  So - can he be taller?”

Blaine’s stomach coiled and skin prickled at the pronoun.  None of the men at his office had asked; not for months.  But Clara, having known him all of 45 minutes, knew.  And with that knowledge she could make or break him.

He couldn’t find it within himself to care.  Blaine knew the risks.  He knew that he was laying himself bare here before this beautiful woman (with whom, Blaine knew, many of the men he worked with would love to spend time with).  For some reason, though, he believed she could do it.  Perhaps it was her demeanor or the fact sheet she had produced upon his arrival (“98.538% success rate as reported by clients”, “110% money back guarantee”, “Your privacy is our Livelihood”).  It might even be that Blaine simply wanted to believe that this could happen.  Whatever the reason he was committed to doing this...to finding out if what he desired was as much of a want as it seemed.

“Yes, that’s fine.” he replied, voice heavy with thought.

Clara studied him.  “And the blood monitor?  That will be fine?  It is not only for your safety but the safety of our matches.  If at any time you are responsible for compromising one of them your privacy clause will be forfeit.”

Blaine considered this for a moment before replying, “Yes.  I am aware of the implications and I am willing and able to submit to these procedures.”

“And you do realize that your experience can happen at any time within the next 1-5 months, correct?”

Blaine replied in the affirmative.  He had read the paperwork thoroughly and knew that this particular piece of the contract was non-negotiable and part of the “experience”.  He would never know when it was coming or what exactly was to happen.

Clara nodded, her eyes skimming the page.  She seemed to be at the end when her eyes narrowed and she gazed up at Blaine.

“Mr. Anderson, number 7?” she questioned, slight smile on her full lips.

“Desiderate.  Want.”

Ch. 2 - Club Hexx



( 53 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 21st, 2011 02:55 am (UTC)
fuck me running sideways on a goat. You minx, you posted! I had no idea you were going to....sly. You are a sly one, you sexy sexy thing.

my love for you is a fearsome thing. my love for this story might be illegal in 17 states. But most of those are southern and they don't really count anyway.


Oct. 21st, 2011 02:58 am (UTC)
LOL...illegal in 17 states, huh? NICE.
Oct. 21st, 2011 03:06 am (UTC)
ok, I'm hooked!
Oct. 21st, 2011 03:18 am (UTC)
WHOA! You're FAST, too! :D Thanks...it's hopping around in my head and this Blaine is sooooooo controlled. He needs some help.
Oct. 21st, 2011 03:07 am (UTC)
Blaine, you dog!!! GOOD FOR YOU!!!!!
Oct. 21st, 2011 03:18 am (UTC)
He's so CURIOUS, you know.
Oct. 21st, 2011 03:42 am (UTC)
colour me intrigued...

(your writing is like heroin.)
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:34 am (UTC)
:) Addicting for the win? ;)
Oct. 21st, 2011 03:54 am (UTC)
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:34 am (UTC)
Oct. 21st, 2011 03:54 am (UTC)
Oooh...I am intrigued...mysterious Blaine is mysterious...

I am strapping myself in for the ride!
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:34 am (UTC)
YES!!!!! SUCCESS! *goes to write*
(no subject) - amyryd - Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:49 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - stut_ter - Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:50 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - amyryd - Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:57 am (UTC) - Expand
Ohhh trust me. - stut_ter - Oct. 22nd, 2011 01:00 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: Ohhh trust me. - amyryd - Oct. 22nd, 2011 02:09 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: Ohhh trust me. - stut_ter - Oct. 22nd, 2011 01:08 pm (UTC) - Expand
Oct. 21st, 2011 04:27 am (UTC)
Your SN pops up and, without fail, EVERYTIME, it's "stutter, I love you. You're a literary genius" and then, like...eight innappropriate things. ><.

I love this already. Can't wait for so much more. :)
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:35 am (UTC)
Oh. My. God. "literary genius" WHAT?! Oh dear, you are TOO KIND. I like the eight inappropriate things, though. Maybe someday I will write something appropriate. Today is not that day. ;) Thank you for the love, it is SO appreciated. *hughug*
Oct. 21st, 2011 04:49 am (UTC)
Oooh. I'm intrigued.
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:39 am (UTC)
Oct. 21st, 2011 06:48 am (UTC)
I like it! Looking forward to more!

The process kind of reminds me of Total Recall. Sign up for an adventure, go home, and BAM YOU'RE HAVING AN ADVENTURE! And this adventure will be sexy and will involve Kurt. DO WANT.
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:47 am (UTC)
LOL...yes, well...it's a sexual adventure, that's for sure.
Oct. 21st, 2011 08:58 am (UTC)
I love this so far! Amazing! You really are one of my favorite Klaine authors. I'll be adding this to my list of stories I'm tracking!
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
Ohhh...THANK YOU! *hug* I'm all flaily about comments like this.
Oct. 21st, 2011 09:51 am (UTC)
Mysterious beginning is mysterious. I don't usually play in the NC-17 sandbox, but the total lack of explanation intrigued me and now I'm going to be hooked... :)
Oct. 21st, 2011 02:32 pm (UTC)
hey you! How are you doing? How are you feeling :D
(no subject) - stut_ter - Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:52 am (UTC) - Expand
Oct. 21st, 2011 10:27 am (UTC)
Color me hooked. I see your name come up and I kow I am gonna be in trouble. Beautiful.

So we have a slightly OCD Blaine, in the closet, signing up for a completely unknown adventure ... with "someone stronger than you who doesn't look the part"

You have me hook, line and sinker dear
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:52 am (UTC)
Annnnnd now I get to start your story since I have no freaking patience. LOL...
(no subject) - windrider1967 - Oct. 22nd, 2011 01:32 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - stut_ter - Oct. 22nd, 2011 01:08 pm (UTC) - Expand
Oct. 21st, 2011 12:27 pm (UTC)
Oh. My. Good. I love it already. And the fact that I KNOW what it's gonna be makes me all jittery for MOARRRRRRRRRRRRR. It will be SO worth waiting for, I know, but... Can I kidnap you, lock you in a quiet room with whatever you need and make you wriiiiiite? :D
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:53 am (UTC)
I will take that. Or maybe convince someone to let me write this fic for my job? Can that happen, or...
Oct. 21st, 2011 01:06 pm (UTC)
This is so intriguing and Desiderate's premise for the encounter is definitely intriguing. Looking forward to reading more. :D
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:54 am (UTC)
:) I like your icon! :D Thanks!
Oct. 21st, 2011 01:06 pm (UTC)
I'm as curious and anxious as your Blaine is with what will happen next!! (That's an awkward sentence. lol)
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:57 am (UTC)
I like your awkward sentence and love your icon. ;)
Oct. 21st, 2011 09:53 pm (UTC)
Damn Blaine! Yeah, count me in as hooked too. Brilliant and intriguing set up.
Oct. 22nd, 2011 01:02 am (UTC)
Thanks a lot! :D
Oct. 22nd, 2011 12:26 am (UTC)
Color me intrigued. . .
Oct. 22nd, 2011 01:03 am (UTC)
What color is that? ;)
(no subject) - rhythmatista - Oct. 22nd, 2011 11:56 am (UTC) - Expand
Oct. 22nd, 2011 02:46 am (UTC)
What an awesome start! Can't wait for more.
Oct. 22nd, 2011 01:10 pm (UTC)
Oct. 24th, 2011 01:51 am (UTC)
So intrigued by this! Moving on to the next part!!
Oct. 24th, 2011 02:01 am (UTC)
Ohhhhhhhhh have FUN with that one...
Oct. 24th, 2011 01:54 am (UTC)
This is fabulous. I cannot WAIT to see where this goes. I'm off to read part two. :)
Oct. 24th, 2011 02:02 am (UTC)
Well HI there! Umm...I hope you like that part? ;)
Nov. 5th, 2011 10:05 am (UTC)
HI I LIKE THIS. :D *part two*
Nov. 8th, 2011 10:32 am (UTC)
Very curious to see how Klaine will meet and what Kurt is doing at the club!
Dec. 8th, 2011 08:19 am (UTC)
Okay, once again....you have sucked me into another one of your fantastic fics.
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So this is Me.

Hi. My name's Stut_ter. I like to write...

You may know some of my stories. I have written two that some people know about: Save Yourself (Klaine AU where Blaine is a 30-year old Virgin) and Enzymes (AU where Blaine meets Kurt at a club called Desiderate).

You may also know me because I work with anxioussquirrel and judearaya as part of the Unholy Triad.

I love Klaine. I love writing about Klaine...and so this journal was born.

Thanks for checking me out. ;)

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