RIght now though he had a thoroughly busy day ahead, orders were piling up, and whilst he enjoyed being busy, this was just a step further than he had ever seen before. Luckily, Santana was back after her brief illness, although, judging by her healthy glow, Kurt had the feeling she had more likely headed to the lake for a couple of days with her new beau, not that he was brave enough to suggest that to her face.

Kurt had recently acquired a massive contract for Weight Watchers, supplying their flowers for their annual event in Cincinnati, it was a contract worth thousands of dollars, and although he was going to be stretched to pull it off, he was excited too. Right now though, he was making his way through his usual orders, a number of businesses in the local area ordered flowers to decorate their reception area or offices, these were his bread and butter, so to speak, they kept the bills being paid and food on his table.

"Right, Santana, I'm going to take this lot out on my rounds, I'll be back in about half an hour, are you sure you're going to be okay to cover for me?" He had left Santana a few times in the shop on her own, but he was always a bit nervous, she was, after all, a bit of a fiery character, and he didn't want her upsetting his regular customers.

"I'll be fine, Lady, I'm gonna get on this Weight Watchers" Without missing a beat, Kurt responded to her comment.

"Yeah, you could do with losing a few pounds, looking a bit puffy since you started dating that Barista" This earned him a balled up piece of paper to the head, making him laugh out loud as he carried the orders through the front door.

Making his rounds was the easiest part of his week by far, he had gotten to know the people in the businesses he delivered to. One business in particular he loved visiting, the receptionist there was a beautiful blonde headed young girl, she was so friendly and never failed to put a smile on his face. At first he was concerned she was actually hitting on him when she was being so nice, bit when she asked if he had a boyfriend, he knew she was more clued in than he gave her credit for. Yes, Quinn Fabray and he had very quickly become good friends, texting occasionally, and once or twice meeting up for drinks.

"Quinn! Hi! How you doing this fine Monday morning?" Quinn looked at him like he had grown two heads overnight.

"Uh? What's up with you? You are FAR too cheery for it to be a Monday morning, what's got up your ass? Ooo, actually what HAS got up your ass, is he cute?"

Kurt blushed a nice deep red at that comment, looking around the reception area to see who exactly was watching. He noticed a smartly dressed older guy sat on the couch, waiting to be seen, he looked like he was engrossed in his newspaper, but the red tinge to his ears gave away that he had indeed heard Quinn's very inappropriate comment. Lowering his voice, Kurt whispered his answer back to Quinn.

"Quinn! Nothing or nobody has 'got up my ass' as you so politely put it, I am just happy, can I not be happy without a guy being involved?" She didn't look convinced, that was the thing about Quinn, she had been through enough in her life to not take any crap from Kurt and his avoidance techniques.

"Yeah, you're not convincing anybody there, sweetie, now fess up, who is he?"

"Urgh, fine, you're too intelligent for your own good! His name is Blaine, and he owns the shop next to mine, we're not dating or anything, just really good friends, we have spent a lot of time talking, and he is such a sweetheart, plus we have a whole lot in common, like for example.." He then spent the next five minutes telling Quinn exactly what they had in common, trying his best to ignore the knowing smile on her face.

"Why, Mr Hummel, I do think you have a massive crush on this neighbour-friend-future boyfriend- father of your babies"

"Quinnnn" He couldn't help but whine at her, after all, he did not have a crush, yes Blaine was cute, sweet, they had loads in common, okay, yes he did have a crush, so sue him, he was a young, sort of attractive single guy, he was allowed to get crushes every once in awhile.

"Kurrrrt, listen, I had better at least do some work today, I'll call you later, yeah? I want all the juicy details, nothing left out, mister, understand? Now go!" He laughed as she practically shoved him out of the lobby, she was right though, if they got going they would easily be there all day putting the world to right.

"I'll speak to you later Quinn" Quinn had already picked her phone up, talking animatedly into it, so he was only rewarded with a thumbs up and a kiss blown in his direction. Climbing back into his car and making his way back to the shop, he felt light as a feather, that was until he turned the corner onto the street his shop was located on, only to notice the gaggle of people stood in front of his shop, mostly all men, hmm, odd.

Pulling his car up, he walked swiftly to the front of the shop, looking in through the window, now he understood what all the people were gathered for. Santana had decided to re-do the window display, leaning over to reposition the flowers so they looking perfect. This would be fine if she wasn't wearing a short tight dress that moved further up the more she leant over. He rolled his eyes, it looked like he was some sort of sex shop as opposed to a florist.

"Okay, guys, you've seen enough, don't you all have wives or mothers or something to be getting back to?" The guys all looked a bit put out, but as Kurt had been sure to wear his 'I wouldn't mess with me if I were you' expression, they soon made their way along the street again.

He stepped into the shop, turning to see Santana still trying to sort out the window display.

"Santana? really? You have no idea what you doing that is doing to the people on the street?"

He saw the smirk come onto her face, she knew! She knew exactly what she was doing.

"I gots to get my kicks somewhere, it's good to know, all this, still works for men too"

He was truly lost for words, who had he employed? Rolling his eyes he just turned around and went to find the next order, once he had found the skill of speech he would speak to Santana, and gently inform her that exposing herself like that was not appropriate Florist type behaviour.

The rest of the day went by relatively smoothly, he was able to get all the orders out he had promised, even starting on the following days' work, which always made him happy as he liked to be prepared for whatever was coming his way. Which was ironic in a way, as there was always one person that made him feel like he could never be prepared enough. Said person decided at 5pm, to come in and see both him and Santana.

"Hey guys! Just thought I would stop by and invite you to my opening this evening, I know I mentioned it to you before, but I'm not sure if I actually told you the details, so, it's tonight at 7.30, we're going to be having some food, music, wine, the works, would be great if you could come"

Kurt noticed Blaine's eyes seemed to be attached to Kurt, hardly noticing that Santana was in the room at all. Kurt couldn't exactly say much though, his own eyes fixed on Blaine the whole time he was talking. Kurt was vaguely aware of Santana's smug smile in his peripheral vision.

"Sooo, seen as you too clearly have a lot of unresolved sexual tension, I will be the one to break this awkwardness and say that yes, I'm coming, and I'm bringing my girl, that's not a problem is it?"

Kurt blushed at the sexual tension remark, this was becoming a far too often occurrence nowadays, but winced at the slightly challenging question about her girlfriend coming with her to the opening, luckily for him though Blaine didn't miss a beat.

"Of course! The more the merrier! Just making my way down this row of shops, inviting all the owners to come."

Kurt's heart sank, maybe he was only inviting him because he thought he had to, being the shop next to him and all. His fears however were quickly squashed when he reminded himself of their frequent coffee/wine drinking together, Blaine clearly didn't mind spending time with him. Kurt realised that Blaine seemed to be looking for some sort of response from him, seen as he was yet to actually say anything.

"That sounds amazing Blaine, would you like any more flowers for your opening or anything?"

"Nah, we should be good, thank you though, just bring your fine selves, and I will see you at 7.30"

He watched as Blaine made his way out of the shop.

"Ooooo, Hummel so wants to tap that! What would you be top or bottom? He strikes me more of a bottom to be honest, although either could work, you could so--"

He had tuned Santana out, he was too used to her sexual remarks to respond to them every time. He was so excited for tonight that he just wanted the next two and a half hours to hurry the hell up.