Im back, Bitches!

Sorry for the deliberate late update guys. I really wanted to finish BTSTL before continuing WBDBY. So I wont be confused on the characters personality development.. hehehe.

Podfic for Beginning to See the Light is available on my YouTube Channel.

This Chapter is dedicated to my beta, Lory! Celebrating her 34th anniversary with her husband, Randy, Congrats, guys! I wish you for many more to come. (sorry, this is the only gift I could think of)

Warning: Mentions of Character Death

"Be my boyfriend," Blaine demanded.

"What!?" Kurt and Santana both exclaimed at the same time, surprised at Blaines words.

Santana strode between the two men and poked hard at Blaines chest. "Hold up Hobbit! What the hell are you thinking?"

"Youre the one who thought of it," Blaine argued, while rubbing the part of his chest where Santana poked him. "And that hurts, Satan," he whined.

"Spoiled brat!" Santana spat at him, "But seriously Hobbit, what the hell are you getting into?" Santana demanded, totally forgetting Kurt who was still frozen on the side ever since Blaine demanded that he become his boyfriend.

"You said I need to get a fake girlfriend to pose for my grandparents... so here he is," Blaine said like it had been obvious all along and pointed at Kurt.

"No," Santana emphasized. "I said that you cannot be in a relationship where your girlfriend will let you fuck other sluts every night," she said slowly so Blaine would get her meaning. "How did not being in a relationship equal to having a fake girlfriend? Explain."

"Well, I just needed someone to show to my grandparents that I can be serious with my personal decisions and they will leave me alone eventually, so for now I just needed a cover up so I can be a proper boyfriend at day and fuck someone else at night," Blaine told them his plan, walked to his couch and sat on it. "Its simple and effective."

"And how am I in the middle of this?" Kurt spoke for the first time. "Are you blind?" Kurt asked incredulously. "If you needed a fake girlfriend, then you should find a GIRL, as you can see Im all man here," he gestured to the lower part of his body. "I mean, the voice might deceive you but I have a cock to prove it," he said finally and crossed his arms.

"Have you seen this?" Blaine gestured to his face. "This will complicate everything. Once youve seen this face, you wont want to lose it."

"Hitting it would be better," Kurt mumbled only to himself so no one could hear him, because as arrogant Blaine was, he was still the boss, and Kurt liked his job; he got to help in designing the car and hopefully that one day hed be the senior auto designer in this company, so no he cant curse his boss out in front of him.

"Okay, Hobbit. You lost me again when youre alter ego Narcissus showed up," Santana snarled and sat in her previous seat. "Tell me again what that little head of yours is thinking," she commanded her best friend.

"Basically, I just have to pretend that Im in a happy, loving relationship to my grandparents and I needed someone who will pretend to be my fake girlfriend, and as you said, Satan, it needs to be someone who I cannot be tempted to fuck at all, because it will get in the way of my plan."

"Okay... I didnt really say that, but go on," Santana interrupted Blaines explanation.

"And I knew that all of the girls will fall for me when the act started, so I needed someone safe, someone who I knew wont get feelings and all that crap that affects the act..."

"Someone like me," Kurt finished for him.

"Yeah someone like you," Blaine agreed. "So come here, babe," Blaine patted the seat next to him. "Lets practice."

But instead of Kurt walking towards Blaine, the pale man laughed hard at him, "Okay, so you just assume that I will agree to your plan?"

"Pretty much... Yeah..." Blaine said arrogantly, he was used to having the things he wanted so it never occurred to him that Kurt might disagree with him.

"Are you insane?" Kurt shouted, startling Blaine and Santana. "Give me one reason why should I act as your boyfriend," Kurt challenged him, and when Blaine couldnt think of anything, he smirked.

"Whoa... uhmm... your rejection wasnt part of my plan," Blaine whined. "Come on, uhmm... Ill uhh... I can give you anything you want," Blaine promised.

Kurt thought for a fleeting moment that he could ask Blaine for a promotion, but immediately decided against it because he wanted to climb the ladder with his own skills and abilities, and not because of Blaine.

When Kurt fervently shook his head, Blaine shouted desperately, "ILL FIRE YOU IF YOU WONT!" Blaine shouted that last sentence thinking that he had Kurt cornered, but again he was rejected by his assistant.

"Still a no, sir," Kurt emphasized the title. "You cant fire me unless I have done a serious misconduct in the company," Kurt stated smugly.

"I cant?" Blaine whispered to Santana, totally ignorant of the labor law implemented in their country, and he sighed tiredly when Santana mouthed that he really cant. "Ill.. uhmm... Ill pay you! Name your price." Blaine still tried to negotiate.

"My answer is still the same, sir. Dont you have other friend who will help you with your dilemma?" Kurt asked. "Or like... uhmm... or Chandler!" He shouted the name of his colleague. "I know Chandler will agree to your plan, why dont you ask him?" Kurt bargained; he was kind of scared that his rejection might affect his work, and he would be treated unjustly just because he rejected him multiple times, but still, he couldnt stomach to agree to his boss plan, it was just so ridiculous.

"Chandler? Blabbermouth, Chandler?" Blaine asked incredulously, even though he didnt interact with his subordinates, he still knew who was who in his department. "Yeah... my grandparents will find out my plan first even before we hold each other hands, so that is a no."

"How about Li-" Santana was supposed to suggest about their other friend but he was cut off by Blaine.

"I know who you are going to say Satan, but he isnt even here. He is still doing some kind of shit thing on the other side of the world, so I doubt hell come here just to help me," Blaine then turned to Kurt. "Why cant you just agree with me?" he pleaded again.

Kurt only smiled and glanced at his watch; lunch time was already over and he just wasted it to hear his boss stupid plan. He wouldve complained about it, but he didnt want to annoy his boss right now after his continuous rejection. So for now, he needed to lay low. "Sorry sir, I need to get back to my post," Kurt politely excused himself and exited the room.

"Im also out, Hobbit." Santana swiftly stood up and headed towards the door, but before she could close the door behind her, she turned around and looked at her best friend. "And by the way Blaine, your plan doesnt make any sense at all. So have fun with your right hand tonight," she chuckled when she heard Blaine groan loudly from the room.

Thursday... Thursday night was special to Kurt.

It was the day that no matter what he was doing or wherever he was, he would have to call home and talk with his brother. You could say that it could be the substitute for the Friday Night dinners that his family had when he was still in high school.

Actually, the Thursday night phone calls didnt happen, not after Burts death. Kurt was in his second year of college when Burt had a second heart attack, but this time Burt didnt survive the attack. Kurt was so lonely and depressed for the following months and Finn, who decided to stay in Lima, was worried about his step-brother, so he constantly called him. And when Kurts emotional state was improving, the calls got less. But they still make it a point that whatever they do, they have to check each other every week. Thus, the Thursday night calls became a tradition between the brothers.

So when Kurt arrived at his loft in Bushwick, he immediately put the Chinese take-out on the kitchen counter and ate it alone, since Britanny was still in the dance studio and Rachel was still in the theatre for rehearsal. He was still not used to eating alone because if Rachel or Britanny was unavailable, he would just invite Dave over to eat dinner with him, but he cant do that anymore since they have already broken up. A rather tragic ending, he might say.

After his lonesome dinner, he went straight to the bathroom to cleanse the dirt he accumulated that day. He then proceeded to his bedroom, which was only separated by curtain walls, to start with his rigorous moisturizing routine while dialing his phone and putting Finn on speakers.

"Hi Little Brother..." Finn greeted distractedly, but Kurt didnt notice the difference in the tone of his voice since he was excited to tell how his day had been.

"Oh my god Finn!" Kurt started giddily. "You wont believe what happened to me today? My boss propositioned me to be his fake boyfriend today. He is really insane, isnt he?" Kurt laughed before spraying moisturizer on his face.

The enthusiasm died in Kurts lips when his brother didnt respond to his story. "Finn? Finn are you there?"

"Oh! Oh sorry bro, what did you say again?" Finn snapped away from what he is thinking and tried to give Kurt his full attention.

"Nothing important," Kurt said dismissively. "Whats the matter? Can you please tell me? Youve been like this for the past few months, dont say that I havent noticed, because I do, Im just not saying anything because Im waiting for you to tell me. But this whole depressing stage of yours had been going on for so long that I think I should step in."

"No nothing really, Im just tired and all." Finn still tried lying, but he wasnt successful since he and Kurt was so close that they knew when one is lying or not.

"No more secrets, remember?" Kurt reminded his brother. It was a pact they promised to each other when Kurt entered into a depressing stage after Burts death where he almost unconsciously killed himself by not eating, but still saying he was fine whenever Finn called. Fortunately, Rachel decided to go to Kurts old dorm room and saw Kurt passed out on the bathroom floor. After that incident, Finn had forced Kurt to live with Rachel, so he wouldnt be worried about his brother anymore. And both swore that there would be no more lies or secrets between them.

"Kurt... I... Im sorry!" Finn started to cry over the phone. "Im sorry, I really tried... I tried everything, but it wasnt really enough."

"Finn... Finn..." Kurt tried getting his brothers attention back; he took the phone from the nightstand and held the phone beside his ear. "Finn... come on... Tell me whats wrong," Kurt commanded gently.

"The garage Kurt... theyre taking it," Finn sobbed on the other phone, feeling guilty that he shouldve taken care of Burts garage well. "Im really sorry, I really tried everything, but the debts become so huge we cannot repay it."

Kurt knew that Finn wasnt at fault here. Americas economy had a drastic downfall last year, and it had only been recently that they found their footing again in the international market. Kurt was actually surprised that the garage had still made it, but then again, Finn was just trying to hide that fact away from him.

"I didnt lie to you, I swear," Finn said, like he was reading Kurts mind. "I really thought that I could take the garage back before it was repossessed... Im sorry Kurt, Im really sorry for disappointing you, for disappointing Dad."

"No no no Finn!" Kurt needed to shout so his brother will stop blaming himself. "Finn, you are not any fault at here, I understand everything okay? Just please promise me that you wont keep any secret or problem from me okay? Please Finn promise me... " Kurt begged and continued comforting Finn. "And you didnt disappoint Dad, hes so proud of you... not just for managing the garage by yourself, but by being him when he passed away; taking care of our family. He is so proud of you like me and Mom, okay?"

"I love you little bro," Finn sniffed.

"I love you too," Kurt smiled. "So whatever problem we are having, well both solve it together okay? Its just what? How much does the debt cost?" Kurt asked like he was fucking rich.

"$50,000..." Finn mumbled.

"You see, its only $50,000, and I thought it was $1,000,000. We can surely save the garage by the end of the month, so dont worry okay?"

Kurt had always been grateful that Finn wasnt the brightest crayon in the box that he could easily fool his brother. 50 fucking thousand dollars, where would he even get that? FUCK! Kurt kept his thoughts to himself, so that his brother wouldnt be worried anymore.

"Yeah you are right, thanks Bro," Finn finally smiled, and they proceeded to talk other things until they were tired and went to bed.

That night, Kurt went to bed sleepless and restless, two voices keeping him awake; Finns and Blaines.

Fifty grand to save the garage

Name any price you want

"Fuck my life!" Kurts shout was muffled by the pillow he pressed to his face, so he wouldnt wake up his roommates.

Kurt didnt get much sleep that night, so he just decided to go to work early. For most days, it would actually take 1 hour to get to his office, but since he didnt leave the apartment in Bushwick in rush hour, he arrived there much earlier than he expected, so he just decided to walk along the Central Park to occupy his mind with something other than the money problem for the garage.

Kurt found an empty bench and decided to just sit there and enjoy the quietness of the park, it was almost empty besides the early joggers running around the sidewalks and the birds flying around the park.

He took a sip of his coffee, which he bought on the way, and took a look at his wrist watch. It read half past six, so he still had more than an hour before his work started. His comfortable alone time was disrupted when a man about his age approached him.

"Excuse me?" The man asked confidently. "Can you do me a favor?"

The man didnt even give Kurt the chance to respond, he just continued explaining what he wanted from Kurt.

"Could you feed the birds with this?" The man asked and gave Kurt a loaf of bread. "I just wanted to take pictures of them on the ground and they wont stay still unless there are bread crumbs there... uhmm.. please," the stranger added the last word when Kurt only stared at him.

"Uhmm.. yeah yeah.. okay.. sure.." Kurt scrambled to get the bread from the stranger and then broke the bread into little pieces and threw it on the ground. It wasnt even a minute after that the pigeons started flocking down to Kurts location and started eating the crumbs on the ground.

Kurt momentarily watched the stranger took pictures of the birds with his DSLR, hanging from his neck. The stranger moves from one point to another, taking different angles of the bird. And when Kurt thought the stranger had enough pictures for his camera, he asked him a question.

"So is this a new way of picking guys up?" Kurt asked with a smirk before taking a sip from his warm coffee.

The stranger stopped scanning the pictures he had just taken and snapped his neck towards Kurt. "What? What made you say that?"

"Well... I dont know... maybe from the fact that you can feed the bird on your own and take pictures of them at the same time?" Kurt challenged him playfully and crossed his leg over another.

The stranger laughed unbelievingly at him; he then turned off his camera and sat next to Kurt. "Okay, you caught me there... I can actually just put the bread on the ground and let the birds feed on them..."

Kurt gave a triumph smirk at that.

"But..." the stranger amended. " BUT.. I wasnt hitting on you... I promise," he added when Kurt raised his eyebrow at him. "I mean, you are really hot and all, I wont deny that, but I just thought that you needed a companion."

"So my loneliness is what turns you on?" Kurt jested his question.

"What? NO! no no!" The man shook his head frantically. "Im not that creepy."

"Calm down, I was only joking," Kurt took mercy on the man and smiled sincerely at him.. "Thank you for letting me feed the birds, it helped me take my mind off something.

"Anytime," the stranger responded, smiling.

They let the comfortable silence overcome their atmosphere as Kurt enjoyed his coffee and the stranger continued scanning the pictures he had taken, but then a continuous sound of snap broke the silence.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked incredulously when he caught the stranger taking pictures of the side of his face.

"Distracting you..." the stranger answered truthfully.

It was Kurts turn to laugh and grabbed the camera to look at his pictures, "Yeah.. Not creepy at all," Kurt said while looking at his own pictures, but when he stumbled to the pictures of different wild animals and sceneries, he gasped as to how the pictures were beautifully taken. "Wow! This is so awesome! You took all of this?" Kurt returned his gazed at the man.

"Yeah...." he answered, a little bit distracted by the pale mans twinkling blue eyes. "Glasz," he whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"Your eyes... glasz is the color of your eyes, a mixture of blue, green and gray..." the stranger responded automatically, still looking at Kurt straightly.

"Yeah... not really a creep, arent you?" Kurt asked, but he wasnt really creeped out by what the stranger had said, he was flattered actually.

"Oh... Im sorry... Im just.. uhh.. Im..." the stranger was lost for excuses.

"Nah.. its okay..." Kurt said and returned the camera to the man.

The stranger bit his lip and immediately turned his body to Kurt when he thought of something. "Okay ask me," he demanded and continued when Kurt only stared at him dumbfounded. "Ask me any question that you think is weird, so Im not the only one who is being creepy here."

Kurt laughed at the mans thinking, but he actually asked him the question that had been bothering him since the phone call with Finn last night. "Okay? Are you sure?" When the other man nodded, Kurt asked. "What are you willing to do for money?"

The question was supposed to be serious but the gravity of the question was lost when the stranger opened his mouth. "Wait! Are you trying to get into prostitution? Because if you are, then can I be your first customer? Ill even hire you every night."

Kurt almost spilled his coffee on his shirt because he was laughing so hard at the man. "Oh my god! Im so glad I met you today!" Kurt said without meaning to.

"Me too," the stranger added and held his right hand to Kurt. "Elliot Gilbert," he introduced himself, "the man who is lucky to meet you."

Kurt wiped the joyful tears from his eyes and shook Elliots hand. "Kurt Hummel, the man who almost peed himself," and then they both laughed.

Kurt looked at his watch by habit and saw that time had flown so fast that he might be late for work if he didnt go now. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Im late for work!" He scrambled to stand up and grabbed his shoulder bag he had put on the side of the bench. "It was nice really meeting you, but I need to go. Bye!"

Kurt jogged towards his office, but he turned around when he heard Elliot call his name. There had been a ten foot gap between them, but Elliot didnt come towards him and started shouting.

"Anything!" the man shouted with his palms circling his mouth to emphasize the sounds.

"Huh?" Kurt frowned at vagueness of Elliots words.

"My answer to your question. Ill do anything for money if it means I can protect the people who are important to me!"

Kurt smiled at Elliots answer. "Why were you shouting? Why didnt you just run here?" he shouted too, even though he just reprimanded Elliot for yelling.

"Its more romantic this way!" Elliot shouted giddily. "Ill find you again, Kurt Hummel!" and then he quickly turned around to run off the other direction, leaving a blushing Kurt on the spot.

Kurt silently squealed and walked to his office with a smile plastered on his face. He now knew what he should do; thanks to his new found friend.

Blaine was late today, well actually, he was always late, he was just extra late today. He came to the office three hours past 8. He had spent last night thinking of ways so he could get out of the situation that his grandparents had forced him into, but he came up with nothing. But then, he didnt need to think anymore when his answer had been waiting in his office for the past few hours.

He went straight to his office desk and sat on his chair, put the tips of his fingers to his temples; trying to massage the tension away.

"Fuck..." he grumbled to himself, not noticing that his assistant had followed him inside his office.

Kurt then placed a cup of coffee to his desk. "Your coffee sir," the high pitch voice had added to Blaines headache.

"Thank you Kirk," Blaine said dismissively, wanting to be alone, so he could attend to his migraine.

"You know our cover will probably be blown if you still dont know your boyfriends name," Kurt said annoyed that Blaine still didnt know his real name.

That sentence made Blaine snap his head towards his assistant. "Are you fucking serious?" Blaine then jumped from his seat and walked around his desk towards Kurt. He grabbed the brunette by the shoulder and shook him a little. "Are you really willing to be my boyfriend?"

"Fake boyfriend," Kurt reminded him.

Blaine shrugged, "Semantics."

"And yes, but for one condition," Kurt nodded.

"Name anything you want," Blaine said happily, he was so happy that he could even give Kurt a private jet if thats what he wanted.

"$50,000," Kurt said shyly. "Our garage in-"

Blaine didnt even let Kurt finish his explanation, he immediately agreed with him. "Deal," he shouted and hugged Kurt fiercely.

"Wait! Could you calm down first?" Kurt reprimanded him, he wasnt going to deny that he likes the authority that he had in his tone, but he knew he could not do it again, Blaine was still his boss. "The $50,000 is a loan... I wont take that money just for acting like your boyfriend."

"But isnt that the purpose of it? Youre going to pretend and Im going to pay you?" Blaine asked perplexed about Kurts condition.

"I know, but Im still going to pay you little by little. I dont know how, but I will. Even if I cant finish paying until I retire," Kurt said. Even if he agreed to Blaines plan, he still could not just take that big amount of money just because he would play his lover. He felt like a whore if he did that, so he promised himself that hell pay Blaine back in the future.

"Okay fine. Suit yourself," Blaine said not really caring what Kurt wanted to do. He let go of Kurt and walked to his desk and opened his drawer-protected by a 4-number digit-and took his check book. He wrote Kurts name, this time he got it correctly, and gave Kurt the $50,000 check.

"This is it?" Kurt asked incredulously. "You hand me the check and Im your boyfriend?"

"Yeah..." Blaine nodded.

"We need rules or something, time limit, those kinds of things," Kurt demanded, annoyed by Blaines lack of knowledge and initiative.

"Okay... so how do we propose to do this?" Blaine asked his boyfriend with a smile, he was actually just focused on starting his plan now, and having a boyfriend who could help him plan this smoothly is just an added bonus.

"A contract!" Kurt clapped once when he thought of it. "Scoot," he ordered Blaine. He didnt know when Blaine would snap at him because he kept on bossing him around, but he just couldnt help the feeling of superiority when he was around Blaine.

Blaine gave Kurt some space so he could sit on the office chair and opened the Microsoft Word from his desktop. When Kurt started writing LOVE CONTRACT on the heading, Blaine got intrigued and sat on his desk next to Kurt, watching as the man typed furiously on the computer.

"Okay, so how long will this thing.." Kurt gestured between their bodies, looking up at Blaine from his position on the office chair. "this pseudo-relationship last?"

"I dunno.." Blaine shrugged. "Maybe a month or so... I just need Nana to get off my back and see that Im not whoring myself around..." Blaine quoted his Nanas words. "After that, I could just use your name or give an excuse that we have a date or something to get out of some kind of boring events."

"Okay... one month," Kurt nodded and continued typing, internally rolling his eyeballs because of his boss reasoning.

"Oh! Wait!" Blaine exclaimed. "No one can know about this. Well... Except Tana, since she was here when I asked you to be my boyfriend."

"Obviously," Kurt responded with a roll of his eyes.

"Im serious. Your boyfriend cant even know about this. Its too risky."

"Not really a problem for me, sir. As of today, Youre my only boyfriend," Kurt responded without looking at Blaine, missing the smile plastered on Blaines face.

"Good. And you should drop the sir, just call me Blaine. It will be suspicious if you still call me that."

"Okay, Blaine..." Kurt practiced rolling his name on his tongue. "Blaine... its the same goes for you. We cannot blow our cover when you pick up girls, so no girls for one month..."

"But I will be really discrete..." Blaine whined, he thought that Kurt would help him with his cover up when he wanted to fuck around.

Kurt then wheeled his chair to face Blaine, his was face leveled with Blaines chest, so he glanced up to look him straight in the eye. "Look, Blaine. Can I be brutally honest?" When Blaine nodded, Kurt continued. "Your plan has so many loopholes in it. How can the LADIES MAN become attracted to a guy instantly? Its just preposterous. I even doubt that your grandparents will believe us, and when they catch you with a woman instead of me during this whole act, you are dead for sure."

Blaine gulped at that, he was going to agree with Kurts condition, but the pale man was not yet finished with his reason.

"And just imagine that you wont be having sex for one month is better than being with one woman for your entire life," Kurt emphasized the last word.

"Fine! Fine! No sex for a month..." Blaine agreed reluctantly and forced a smile for Kurt.

Kurt gave a fake smile back and continued typing the other conditions for the contract. It took them almost one hour to discuss and argue the contents of the contract and after they had agreed on everything they printed the contract and signed the copies for both parties.

"Keep that contract where no one can see," Kurt reminded Blaine and folded his copy, he was about to exit when Blaine grabbed his elbow.

"Wait! Thats it? Dont we have to seal it or something?" Blaine asked innocently.

"Uhmm... okay..." Kurt said slowly and held his palms out for Blaine to shake.

"What? Shaking hands? Were boyfriends now, we dont shake hands," Blaine laughed at him.

"Then what do you-" the lips of the other man made Kurt unable to continue his question.

The kiss was short and chaste, but it didnt mean that both men didnt feel the spark when their lips touched, but of course they were still in denial. One thought because of the adrenaline rush that his plan would go smoothly, while the other thought because he was caught in a surprise.

Their lips parted, the spark was there, but they didnt let the other notice it.

"I still have work." Kurt said breathlessly, evading Blaines eyes. He then exited the room, leaving Blaine in his office to continue his work.

"So thats what boys taste like..." Blaine whispered to himself, while still touching his tingling lips.

"LOVE CONTRACT"

This Contract of Relationship made and executed this 19thday of

March in Manhattan, NYC, NY byand between:

Blaine Devon Anderson an individual and hereinafter referred to as the

"FIRST PARTY."

-and-

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel an individual and hereinafter referred to as the

"SECOND PARTY."

WHEREAS, the FIRST PARTY, which is engaged to his predecessors commandment to be in a long lasting relationship

WHEREAS, the SECOND PARTY represents himself as the first partys significant other

1.)Both parties are at all timesunder this Contract of Relationship, hence cannot engage in any kind of physical contact from other parties.

2.)This Contract of Relationship shall continue to be effective withinone month from its effectivity thereof.

3.)The SECOND PARTY shall always attend any gathering that requires him to pose as the first partys partner.

4.)The SECOND PARTY shall receive a fee of Fifty Thousand ($50,000.00) dollars to compensate for the service he renders for the first party.

5.)The SECOND PARTY shall also pay the first party back in any amount for every month until he is finished reimbursing the Fifty Thousand ($50,000.00) dollars.

6.)Both Parties shallnot disclose any information pertaining to this contract to outside parties.

7.)The FIRST PARTY cannot held the SECOND PARTY liable for any actions that will cause the latter to be dismissed.

8.)The SECOND PARTY agrees that it does not and shall not hold any interest for FIRST PARTY; and vice versa.

Kurt read the article again before he slept. He laughed a little when he remembered Blaines complaint about the first condition, but he eventually agreed when Kurt persuaded him that one month of celibacy is better than being forever tied up with a woman.

Blaine had many complaints about the conditions, but Kurt was actually surprised when Blaine complimented him about the structure of the contract, it wasnt supposed to be that formal, with all the parties and statement shit in there, it was just really fun to put it; Blaine even thought of some formal words that was used in the contract.

Kurt took a last glance at the contact, scoffing at the last condition. "As if I would fall for you," Kurt said to himself and placed the piece of paper to his secret stash, and went back to bed.

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Of course, no Romance is thrilling without a love triangle.. If Ryan Murphy doesnt want to have KELLIOT, then Ill make my own.. hehehe... Im sorry, I know the bird thing is a KLAINE thing, but I dont know how to approach Kelliots meeting but with a bird... hehehe.

The characters in here is a complete contrast of their personality in BTSTL. Where BTSTL Blaine is serious and dedicated, WBDBY Blaine is reckless and well, straight. While BTSTL Kurt is insecure and shy, WBDBY Kurt is confident and a Bitch.

Title Reference: Love Contract - Blaine and Kurts contract of their fake relationship

Story Outline:

-Kurts refuses Blaines offer

-Finns Dilemma

-Kurt and Elliot meeting

-Kurts acceptance

Scenes Included:

-contracts contents

-Blaine hired Kurt as a boyfriend

-tire shop falling and in debt

-Kurt and Elliot meet in a bar (modified)

Chapter Reference:

-sorry guys I dont really know how the business operates in another country so I just assume that its also the same in my country, wherein they cannot be fired unless they did something wrong in the company

-Satan is what Kurt nicknamed Santana on the Prom Queen Episode in Season 2

-Friday night Tradition of the HUDMELS

-"Brutally honest" If you do not know this line, then youre not a Klainer!

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