Monday May 4th, 5.09pm

Kurt had tried his best to ignore Santanas questions for the last hour or so of his work day.  He had really tried.  But as he closed the door to the store, the questioning began again with no customers around to save him.

"So...Hummel..." she began, slinking into the space behind him as he sat back at his pod to finish his paperwork for the day.

Kurt continued shuffling papers and tried his best to ignore her.

"Wanna talk to me about the callipygous visitor thats been frequenting your desk?"

Kurt stopped filing and looked at Santana like she was speaking a foreign language.

"Santana...have you been buying that "Word of the day" toilet paper again just to freak me out?"

Santana laughed.  "Well, it worked didnt it?  At least now youre listening, instead of pretending to do work..."

"Pretending?" Kurt shot back.  "Ill have you know that I have a lot of filing to do and a million ticket wallets to put together, thank you very much."

"Whatever you say.  Besides, he was." She added.

"Was what?"

"Callipygous".

"Santana - do you even know what that word means, or are you just using it to get my attention?" Kurt asked.

"I know what it means. Do you?"

"Seriously? Of course I know what it..."

"It means he was bootylicious." Santana interrupted with a wink.

"Youre ridiculous. Blaine is my client - hes just a guy that needed a passport form. Thats it."

"Sure thing, Hummel.  Except for the part where you think hes a delicious afternoon treat that you want to sink your teeth into..."

Kurt blushed furiously.  "I have no idea what youre talking about."

"Oh come ON.  I love the ladies but even I can appreciate that butt.  You know it, I know it.  So what are you gonna do about it?".  She perched on the edge of his desk and raised an eyebrow at him.

"You cant be serious. I cant just go up to a client and say ‘Excuse me, I couldnt help but notice how callipygous youre looking today. "

"A-ha! So you DID notice!"

Kurt sighed and realised he probably wasnt going to win this one.  "Yes.  I noticed.  Are you happy now? Besides, how could I not notice?!  When I picked his bag up, I was basically nose to crotch with the guy..."

Santana smiled triumphantly.  "Im willing to bet money on the fact that he will be back for passport photos. Ten bucks says hell be back."

"Thats insane. Im not betting money on that."

"Because you know youre going to lose?  You scared, Kurt?"

"Fine." He conceded. "Ill take that stupid bet. But only because I actually do have paperwork to do and I want to get out of here before 6pm like usual..."

"You know you love your job." Santana pointed out.

Kurt nodded. "I really do."

Santana walked to her own pod, out of arms reach, before adding "And Blaine. You also love Blaine."