“Get a grip on yourself, Kurt.” Kurt thought to himself as he was working at his fashion line. Kurt was lucky at 23 to be able to design his own clothing line at his job. It’s the only way he can afford his New York lifestyle. But Kurt kept making rookie mistakes, thinking about Blaine’s hazel eyes. “He just woke up in 2017, if that’s even true. I can’t believe I believe him! Maybe he’s crazy. Although Penny did like hi-“

“Mr. Hummel?” His secretary knocked on Kurt’s office door, which startled Kurt and made him drop his pencil. “Mrs. Cavicchio wants to speak with you.”

Kurt nodded and stood up to go to her office. Meredith Cavicchio was his boss of three years, and she was always there for Kurt. She was like an aunt to Kurt. Except when he did something wrong, which wasn’t often.

He walked down the hall to her big office and knocked on Meredith’s door. “Enter!”

 Kurt heard her say and opened the door.

            Meredith was seated at her desk, glasses resting on her nose and papers in hand. She looked up to Kurt and smiled, “Kurt! I’m glad you came right away. Can you shut the door?”

            Kurt nodded and shut her door, and took a seat at the chair in front of her desk.

            Meredith sighed and took her glasses off, “Kurt somebody said that you came in late to work. Is there a reason?”

            Kurt thought back to Blaine having difficulty wearing Kurt’s smallest hoodie and jeans, neither one fit Blaine quite right. Kurt laughed as he remembered the jeans being held up by Blaine as Kurt searched for a belt in his large bedroom closet.

            Meredith cocked her head at Kurt’s laughing. “So you had a funny morning? What happened? Penny tried to insist that she could wear her tutu to daycare damned anyone else who says otherwise?”

            Kurt almost didn’t hear her, but at damned he snapped back to the conversation, “What? No, actually I have…a family member staying at our apartment, and his luggage didn’t arrive with him, so he had to borrow mine this morning.” Kurt thanked his lucky stars that he could still come up with quick lies, “I was just thinking about that.”

            “I didn’t know you had family in town? From Ohio?” She said with a little smirk, “Then why aren’t you staying home with them now? How long are they going to be here?”

            Kurt thought about the last question. How long was Blaine going to be in his apartment, eating his food and watching Dora with Penny? If Kurt had it his way, forever, but he had to remind himself that Blaine had a ‘female fiancé’ two days ago, so it’s unlikely that Blaine would be interested in Kurt. But he didn’t have an answer on what Blaine was going to do now. Kurt was still convinced that Blaine was some sort of crazy person, and he still couldn’t believe he allowed Blaine to stay in his apartment. Kurt saw the look in Blaine’s eyes when he said what happened to his apartment and Quinn, it was real emotion. No one could fake sadness like Blaine had.

            “I’m not sure how long he’s staying. Probably until he figures out how to live alone in New York,” Kurt says after a pause, “And I didn’t want to take the day off because it would’ve been short noti-“

            “Nonsense Kurt!” Meredith said with a wave of her hand, “It’s not everyday that you get to see your family. Take the rest of the day off. This line isn’t due for another few months anyways; you’re ahead of the game. Take as much time as you need!”

            Kurt gaped at Meredith, “But Meredith-“

            “No buts, Kurt, you never take time off, you have plenty of sick days and vacation days to use up. Now go!” Meredith winked at Kurt and put her glasses back on. Kurt sighed, and got up and left her office. He walked to his desk and pulled out his iPhone. It’s only been two hours since he’s been at work, and the only thing he had been able to focus on was Blaine’s hazel eyes and black curls.

            “Like that man in your dreams,” His brain reminded him.

            Kurt groaned and decided that maybe some sick days could come in handy. He could maybe take this opportunity to get Blaine some new clothes.

            Yeah, Kurt could really enjoy this.

            When Kurt got home, he noticed there were a few things amiss. For one, all the blinds were closed and the lights off. For another, Blaine was sprawled in the middle of the floor, and it seemed like he was sleeping. Laughing silently, Kurt walked over to Blaine and kneeled down. “Blaine, Blaine dear, wake up.”

            All Blaine did was roll onto his side in a fetal position and sniffle. It appeared that Blaine wasn’t getting up anytime soon. Sighing, Kurt walked to the kitchen to make themselves lunch for when Blaine finally woke up. He decided on peanut butter and jelly, thinking you could never go wrong with it.

            Just then Kurt heard groaning coming from the living room. Startled, Kurt ran into the living room to see if Blaine was ok. One quick look and Kurt could tell Blaine was definitely ok. Blaine was now on his stomach and he seemed to be rutting very slowly into the carpet. Blaine also was moaning and sighing.

            If it weren’t for the fact Blaine was wearing Kurt’s pants, he would’ve let Blaine continue having his lovely dream. But seeing as Kurt didn’t want to wash his pants because of Blaine’s happy dream, Kurt went back to Blaine, kneeled down again, and started shaking him awake. “Blaine, sweetheart, you need to wake up.”

            Blaine’s eyes shot open at that, and he jumped up to his knees, “Oh, Kurt! I, uh, I did not see you come in. I was, ah, checking out this rug because it looked so comfortable, and the next thing I knew I was asleep. I am more sleepy than I realized.” Blaine, blushing with every new word, looked down at his problem growing in his lap, “If, ah, you excuse me, I think I’m going to go take another shower.” Blaine scrambled to his feet and ran to Penny’s bathroom.

            Kurt would have laughed at the sight of Blaine blushing over his dream, but Kurt was distracted by the thought of Blaine making those noises in his sleep, and wondering if he could make Blaine make those noises and-

            “Kurt knock it off he’s straight. Don’t want another Finn do we?”

            Sighing, Kurt returned to the kitchen to finish those sandwiches. He can wait to take Blaine out until he’s had his shower and food.

            Kurt was very happy that he decided to take Blaine clothes shopping.

            He always had to take Penny shopping because she was a growing girl, but there was something nice about having someone his age to dress up in the latest fashions and judge. Although Kurt was having a hard time judging, this Blaine looked hot in anything Kurt put him in. They settled on clothes that Blaine was comfortable with, getting some fun bowties and suspenders. Kurt did win, though, in the pants department and Blaine was now the proud owner of five pairs of jeans.

            “If only my dad could see me now, wearing jeans of all things. He would throw a fit about not being a proper Anderson,” Blaine scoffed at the checkout line, “It was always, ‘Wear a suit young man!’ and ‘You must keep up image!’ It’s nice to not have to worry anymore about those things.”

            Kurt laughed, “Well if you expect to be seen with me Mr. Anderson, then you still have to worry about your image!”

            Blaine’s response was to simply smile and say, “It would be worth it for you.”

            Kurt swore he could feel his ears blushing too.

            “So Blaine, what are you going to do now that you aren’t in 1917?” Kurt asked while strolling through Central Park, shopping bags long gone in his apartment.

            “I have no clue what to think of this year quite yet,” Blaine said in return, “Nothing is the same, yet everything is.” Kurt and Blaine walked by a fountain, and saw a bunch of kids playing around it. Blaine looked at them with a sad look in his eyes, “I wanted to have kids someday, you know? I would have done the noble thing, had them with Quinn. What I would give to be able to spoil a child.” He sighed, “But alas, my one shot of having kids has long passed.”

            Kurt looked at Blaine, “Blaine, just because you’re no longer in 1917 doesn’t mean you can’t have a life.”

            But Blaine shook his head, “According to our tradition, we have one fiancé, one shot. After that, you are unattached.”

            Kurt’s heart went out to him for that. Kurt couldn’t imagine not being a father, and he didn’t want to imagine not thinking that he could, “Blaine, this is 2017, I think that tradition has been dropped. I think you can find another person.”

            “Who though, Kurt? Who?” Blaine stopped walking and looked at Kurt, his look having a hint of accusation, “Who would want to marry me? A man who still thinks of the world like it is 1917, and holds to the values of chastity and respect like I do? I already do not believe in love, do you know of anyone that could deal with that?”

            “Me.” Kurt thought before dismissing his idea, “I’m sorry Blaine, but I don’t think you can just give up on life because you’re in a different time.”

            Blaine’s frustration melted into something Kurt couldn’t recognize. Affection? Relief? “As long as you are here to help me, I am sure I cannot go wrong.” And then Blaine smiled.

            Kurt knew he was in trouble. Kurt also knew that he would do anything to make Blaine smile like that every day that he could.