Oh, what a rush. He looks towards them with that victorious look on his face, a smug hunger tugging at his lips, and Kurt just knows they’ll bend and break to his will tonight. They can feel it in their bones, sure as anything, can almost taste his breath on their lips as they wait for him to turn towards them, cradle their face in his hands, take them right here in the elevator car—

And it’s gone. As soon as that look came over him, it disappears. Like they imagined it. A trick of the light. Then, as soon as the doors open, he stalks away.

“Sir?” Their stomach sinks, heart plummeting, a cold flush of shame and regret spilling over their skin, leaving them shivering. He rejected them. No. God, no. How could they have been so stupid? They gambled their home, their livelihood, and they lost. All cause they were thinking with their dick instead of their head.

“Sir, p-please, I’m so sorry,” they hurry to say, panicked as they rush out of the elevator, following him, high heels making them even more unsteady. If they didn’t look pathetic and desperate before, they sure must now. “I don’t know what came over me, I— please, sir, just forget this ever happened. It was stupid, I was being stupid, i-it won’t happen again, I swear! Sir, I’m begging you, please—“