Chapter Four

For the first time since Blaine had moved to the Big Apple – no, before that even – he found himself with a night off. Blaine hated that it was due to the whole mess with Hummel and their subsequent banishment from the club, but he wasnt about to let the free time go to waste. He had no desire to spend it with some hot young man, either, since Angelo might know how to please a man physically but he didnt bother with much else. As soon as Blaines pants were back on Angelo had made it very clear that he wasnt even remotely interested in dating or anything along those lines. While Blaine hadnt gone into their hook-up expecting any sort of obligation, hed allowed himself to remain a little hopeful. Was Blaine fooling himself in thinking he could ever find anyone who wanted something more than sex alone? Were there no romantics left in the city, or was it all the good ones were already taken (or still in the closet)?

With no other dates lined up, Blaine had graciously accepted Tinas invite to join her for an early dinner before her work shift, proving how not all social interactions needed to end with sex to have a good time.

“So Blaine, how come I havent heard from this cute friend of yours? You seemed so excited about setting us up at first,” Tina asked.

In the craziness of the last few days Blaine had forgotten all about his promise to set Sam and Tina up on a blind date. In fact Blaine hadnt so much as mentioned Tina to Sam at all. “Oh, geez, Im sorry, Tina! Ive been... occupied,” he quickly apologized.

“Uh huh,” Tina teased lightly.

The fact that Tina wasnt demanding a better explanation made Blaines mind up for him; hed snap into action the next time he saw Sam. “But fear not, I will quickly reconcile the delay post haste,” Blaine promised, trying to sound more like a medieval knight in shining armour and less like a lonely man in an acid-wash jean jacket.

Tina was now satisfied enough let the subject drop, but she stole the rest of Blaines brownie sundae for penance. “Okay good, youre forgiven then,” she said sweetly.

Blaine chuckled. He thought (and not for the first time) how his life would be so much easier if he were interested in girls; he could just date Tina and that was that, problem solved. But Blaine was gay and hed gone through his whole struggling-with-his-sexual-orientation phase. His love life might be lacking but Blaine was bound to catch a break at some point.

“So what about me? Meet any potential guys to set me up with?” Blaine questioned playfully.

“No, not yet. It turns out living in New York doesnt mean you meet a bunch of eligible gay men,” Tina admitted with a sigh.

“Honey, youre preaching to the choir here,” Blaine joked.

“But Im not giving up so neither should you, Blaine. Im surprised you havent found anyone at work.”

Blaine knew she meant at the club, since his other job at a local diner wasnt all that exciting and hardly a place to meet anyone. “Oh Dare to Flare has every type of guy, stereotypical or otherwise. But so far, none Ive encountered have shown any interest outside of...” Blaine began, pausing to look around to confirm they were far from alone. “... you know, showing me a good time...” Blaine continued, making air quotations. “Which, so far anyway, has never gone past a one-time thing,” Blaine ended bitterly.

Tina knew a thing or two about feeling lonely and she saw all the signs on her friend's normally cheerful face. “So youve never taken up any of those offers then?” she asked, hoping she wasnt crossing a line.

Blaine rolled his eyes playfully at her; he was hardly offended. Normally Blaine didnt have anyone he could swap any juicy stories with, be they sexual or more romantic in nature. “No I have, I mean... its kind of hard not to. Guys sure know what theyre doing here, lemme tell you. But on the whole, I havent had a lot of sexual experiences since moving. Though I did just sleep with this guy yesterday night...” he explained.

“Im listening,” Tina urged.

But Tina wasnt the only one listening and Blaine suddenly noticed his little spiel had caught the attention of people aside from her. A middle aged couple were both eyeing Blaine judgmentally and another group of teens was giggling at him with cruel looks. Blaine sighed, this seemed about right and he ignored their reactions. He quickly promised her that hed continue the tales of his sexual exploits at a later time.

Blaine grabbed onto Tinas hand as they walked down the street. Hed naturally insisted on personally escorting her to the dance studio that she worked at.

“So tell me Blaine, what do you see in a man? Like, whats your type?” Tina prompted.

No one had ever asked Blaine that question before, including the men hed dated, so he hardly knew where to begin. “Oh, um, let me see...” Blaine muttered as he tried to think of good words to describe his dream guy. “Passionate...”

“Isnt that what we all want in a man?” Tina teased.

Blaine rolled his eyes. “I dont mean passion during sex... not that that's a bad thing either. My type of guy is passionate about life and the things he loves. Hes also compassionate, full of empathy and exuberance. Hes someone who is comfortable in his own shoes and not afraid to express his feelings, which means hed be out. Unable to act like he needed to hide who he was from the world... just to fit in,” Blaine went on to list. “Hes also creative, loves music, and... is the most interesting person I will have ever met...” Blaine continued. “But most of all; hes a romantic at heart, just like me.”

“Is he cute?” Tina asked cheerfully.

Blaine nodded. “Yes of course, but his dashing film-star looks arent his most striking feature, though still eye catching. What will matter the most is the instant connection felt between us when we first meet, that spark... where Ill know Id just met the love of my life...”

The dreamy look upon Blaines face would have made even the most sceptical person believe in the idea of love at first sight.

“Whoever he is, can he have a straight twin brother too please?” Tina said wishfully.

Tinas giggles made Blaine snap out of his little drift off into fantasy, and he gave her a sheepish grin.

He knew his answer wasnt exactly correct, since Blaine had described a person rather than his over-all type. But he couldnt help it. Blaine had been dreaming up his perfect guy for years, only now he was growing a bit impatient. Where was he? Surely he had to be in New York, so what was taking him so long?

“Well, Im not sure if I can find him for you...” Tina began.

Blaine smirked in reply. “Oh Tina, honey, please, theres no pressure on you at all. Its not like Im expecting you to find my soulmate for me. Just if you encounter any single and attractive gay men who are looking to be in an actual relationship be sure to talk me up. With the two of us both searching, that will double my chances of finding someone even remotely close to my ideal guy.”

“Youre such a sweetheart, Blaine. I hope I can find a man thats half as good as you. I can see it now, us being all cute and cuddly. Best of all, Id finally get to show off a hot boyfriend at work. Its not bad or anything but everyone I work with is either married or in a relationship and sometimes their looks of sympathy get really old,” Tina grumbled.

“Have any of them offered to set you up on blind dates?” Blaine asked.

“Yes, only a lot of good that did. I swear Im not picky...”

“But theres been no connection so far?” Blaine offered, totally relating.

“Yes exactly! Some of them were nice, but none were future husband material... if that makes any sense,” Tina rambled.

It made perfect sense to him, even when Blaine wouldnt be able to legally marry any future boyfriend in his case. Blaine knew it was just a piece of paper, but was it so wrong to want to get married? Blaine was getting ahead of himself though, because he hadnt even met his perfect match yet. Switching back to Tina, because Blaine never wanted everything to be about him, he suddenly got a fun idea. “Wanna see what thats like now? Showing off a cute guy I mean?” he began with a wicked grin.

“Are you offering to be my arm candy, Blaine?”

“Why yes indeed I am. Just for a bit of fun and not to actually fool your co-workers for long. Because you know everyone will just assume were dating by how close were acting right now,” he said while holding out his arm to Tina, who took it and the pair strolled down the sidewalk like a happy couple.

Tina smiled, but on the inside she felt a little sorry for Blaine because he couldnt be this affectionate with a guy. Not without the fear of possible retribution anyway. “Im in, Ill give you a tour of the dance studio, though its nothing special...”

“Nonsense, Im sure it will be very entertaining,” Blaine tutted.

For most people the dance studio where Tina worked was hardly anything to look at, just like Tina had said. But by the way Blaine was gazing at it, one would think he was standing before the Met. Tina led Blaine inside and sure enough, right from the start, the mock-couples presence was instantly noticed.

“Oh Tina, hey!” a high pitched voice called from the other end of the room.

“Hey there!” Tina called back. “Thats the top instructor at the studio,” Tina whispered in Blaines ear.

Whoever she was, she sure had an impressive set of windpipes to make her voice travel from such a distance. Blaine kept himself close to Tina, who was still holding onto his arm, beaming away as they stood there and waited for Tinas co-worker to make her way over to them. Blaine had every intention of acting like a complete gentleman, but when he recognized the woman all bets were off. “You... youre Rachel Berry!” Blaine shouted in amazement.

Recognizing Rachel was the best thing Blaine could do to instantly win the woman over. She hid her inner delight to ensure she acted poised and professional. “Why yes I am,” she said.

Meanwhile Blaine was unable to hide his own excitement. Rachel Berry was an up and coming Broadway star whod gotten her first big break during her freshman year of college. Since then shed been in numerous productions, both on and off of Broadway. Her rise to stardom (or nearly so, since she wasnt a household name just yet) was a story Blaine knew very well. “Oh my god, I love your work! I mean, I havent had the pleasure to see any of your Broadway shows but now that I live in New York, Ive been counting the days until I can see you in one!”

“Well, I hope meeting me in the flesh will hold you off until my next production,” Rachel replied.

“Oh I can wait, it will be well worth it!” Blaine assured bashfully.

Tina cleared her throat loudly to remind Blaine and Rachel she was still there.

Blaine realized his error and was quick to reconcile. “Oh, Im so sorry Tina, look at me, acting like a crazed fan!” he stuttered.

“Even though you clearly know about her already, this is Rachel Berry,” Tina began.

Rachel smiled at Blaine but allowed Tina to finish the introduction herself.

“Rachel, this is Blaine...” she continued, gesturing to the man at her side.

“Blaine Anderson, its a pleasure to meet you,” Blaine finished as he took Rachels hand and kissed it lightly.

“Its nice to meet you too. Have you known our Tina for long?” Rachel chimed.

Blaine shook his head. “For a little over a week now. I recently moved to New York...” he answered, turning to Tina so she could take over the story of their meeting.

“We met at a Laundromat. Blaine was singing out loud to Hall & Oates,” Tina explained.

After the story of their meeting was finished, Blaine shared countless stories from his first week of living in New York, which made both ladies giggle like teenage girls. Blaine soaked up the attention and kept on going, pulling out all the stops.

“Well I hate to break this wonderful conversation, but duty calls, Tina. Youre more than welcome to visit the studio again, Blaine. Do you dance?” Rachel said.

“Im not a total loss when it comes to dancing, so Ill be sure to drop by,” Blaine replied.

Blaine leaned forward to give Tina quick kiss on the cheek. “Ill call you okay? Bye babe,” he said, loud enough for Rachel to hear. “Well, ladies, parting is such sweet sorrow, but I must depart. It was wonderful meeting you Rachel!” he said.

“Bye Blaine!” Tina called as she watched the dapper young man dash out the door.

Rachel waved back at Blaine through the window, turning to give her friend an approving nod when he was gone. “Nicely done, Tina, Blaine is a total dream-boat. Im so happy that youve found such a catch!” she urged excitedly.

Tina knew actually stating that Blaine was her boyfriend would cross a line since Rachel had always been kind to her. “Actually... Blaines just a friend... were not a couple,” Tina quickly corrected.

Rachel frowned at hearing that. “Really? Whats the deal with that? Hes totally into you!” she exclaimed.

“We were just having a bit of fun... Blaines gay,” Tina explained, since she already knew Blaine would be fine with her admitting that.

Amazingly Rachels eyes widened with surprise and her smile got even larger. “Really? Thats perfect!” she shouted. But when Rachel noticed Tinas confusion, she quickly brought her reaction down a peg or two.“Sorry! I mean, that sucks that you two cant date but... please tell me hes single!”

Tina hadnt expected Rachels interest in Blaine to increase when his true sexual orientation was revealed. “He is... but why are you asking exactly?”

“Ive been trying to find someone to set my gay brother up with for ages! But Ive had no luck so far and Blaines totally his type!” Rachel explained, barely able to contain her excitement

This was the first time Tina had ever heard about a gay brother, though Rachel usually kept quiet when it came to her family (aside from her husband Finn, who visited her at the studio almost daily). But the prospect of fulfilling her side of her and Blaines blind date promise quickly made Tina join Rachel in her excitement. “Oh my god, this is crazy, Rachel! Im looking for someone to set Blaine up with too!” she exclaimed.

Rachel clutched her hands to her chest; like she was trying to stop an emotional explosion. “Its destiny! It has to be! Just think, because of us, our boys could find their soulmate!”

“Um.. maybe we should calm down a bit and not put too large of an expectation on what could happen,” Tina suggested.

Rachel took the advice right to heart and without any protest, which was a rare occurrence indeed but she loved Kurt that much. “Youre right, sorry, I just really want my brother to find someone he can be happy with and love. Heres what well do then; on our break well swap details about them both, to confirm theyre compatible...” Rachel began.

“... and if they are, which I hope they will be, we can bring up the supposed date to each of them. Im so in!” Tina finished.

Rachel let out a high pitched squeal, “One more thing... I need to get to know Blaine better before Ill let him go on a date with Kurt,” she explained.

“Hes that special then?” Tina asked.

Rachel linked arms with Tina, skipping towards the work area as they went. “Tina, you have no idea.”
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Special or not, when Kurt was faced with a night free of any work obligations he made no attempts to go out and experience Manhattans beckoning night life. He worked at a night club to begin with so excitement of that calibre was ordinary for him. Going to other clubs or social establishments when he was off the clock seemed rather arbitrary as well. Besides, when was the last time Kurt had a chance to sit home and just be himself? He was comfortably dressed in a soft cashmere sweater, loose jeans and his hair was still damp from having just taken a blissfully warm bath. Now armed with a cup of rich hot chocolate in hand, Kurt was content just to nest in his beautiful apartment. Never in his wildest dreams had Kurt ever thought he would own (or even rent) such a place. Hed grown up on the less fortunate side of New York, but even then his old neighbourhood wasnt that shabby.

From the first time Kurt had set foot in Chelsea it had been love at first sight. The fated encounter had happened shortly after hed been taken in by Rachel and her dads. Right when Kurt had nearly hit rock bottom, he found himself whisked off to a swanky party -- against his will, since he was content to brood alone. Kurt was charmed by the city, from its historic district, to its art community and he instantly wished he could live there some day.

For the longest time such a hope seemed liked a far off dream, but his relocation and subsequent purchase of the two bedroom apartment that no normal twenty-eight-year-old could afford were not due to happy circumstances.

Today of all days was one time when Kurt couldnt keep the memories of what had led to his unexpected fortune from resurfacing, because it had happened exactly two years ago.
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~ September, 1983 ~

“... making it an event to remember... for years to come,” Kurt finished.

The applause that followed wasnt from a theatre full of adoring Broadway enthusiasts, but the warm reception Kurt received still meant the world to him. Seated on a hospital bed was a man grinning from ear to ear. Considering how he was clearly very sick and deathly pale, the young man obviously thought the world of his storyteller. “That was splendid, Kurt, you have outdone yourself yet again,” he gushed.

Kurts face scrunched up with affection and he reached over to pat the hand of the man he was sitting beside on the edge of the bed. “Adam, as always, youre too kind,” he cooed.

It was a typical scene for the pair, one they both treasured. Ever since Adams health had taken a turn for the worse, Kurt had never left his side. How could he, when they both knew their days together were numbered? Yet throughout Adams swift deterioration, never once did Kurts attentive nature falter. He was always there when his boyfriend needed him, whether to see to his comfort, or in this instance, to read him recent news.

Adams warm smile always picked Kurt back up whenever he was about to give in to the grief that was building in the pit of his stomach. It wouldnt be long now and while the doctor had done his best to break the tragic news as delicately as he could, it was impossible to ignore for long. But Kurt was a very stubborn individual and he wouldnt let death win, at least not yet. Every day left was another treasured memory he could make and hold dear.

“You dont have to stay, Kurt, you should get some rest,” Adam offered.

Kurt rolled his eyes, like he always did whenever Adam put his boyfriends well-being above his own. “Look whos talking, I can rest here... with you. So we can look after each other like we always do,” he tutted.

Adam willingly gave in and let Kurt remain because he honestly didnt want him to go and Kurt knew this as well. Having Kurt at his side was the only reason he could put on a brave face when he was so close to end of his life. The pain hardly mattered anymore; at this point he nearly wanted it to end but not if it meant that Kurt would have to grieve on his own. “Fine, have it your way,” he said affectionately.

Kurt smirked at his boyfriend and leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Hed always known starting a relationship with a man who had contracted AIDS was risky, not only for Kurts health but his emotional well-being. Adam himself had warned Kurt countless times and had tried just as hard to keep him at arm's length, but when Kurt had finally learned why Adam had tried to push him away so suddenly, he hadnt quit. The past year had taught them both how truly to appreciate life. Adam had given Kurt so much that learning how to let go felt unimaginable. “Is there anything you need, love?” he asked softly.

Before he could answer Adam broke out into a strained fit of coughing and Kurt stroked his back gently. Sweat beaded upon his brow and Kurt instantly wiped it away with his colourful handkerchief from his breast pocket. The moment eventually passed and both men acted like it never happened, when in reality it was becoming more frequent.

“Actually... if you could fetch me the yellow envelope off the table there...” Adam said, pointing towards it.

Once Kurt was sure Adam was settled again, he nodded and slid off the bed to retrieve the item in question. Bringing it back to Adam, who for some odd reason didnt bother to take it from Kurts outstretched hand.

“Now would you be a dear and open it for me?” Adam requested.

Kurt had no idea what Adam was up to but hed never find out if he didnt grant the request. Inside the envelope was a professional looking written document. Kurt looked back at Adam, who gave him a consenting nod for Kurt to read it. “I, Adam Crawford, hereby.... upon my death...” Kurt murmured quietly as he read the words, “... leave the sum of...” Kurt continued, only to stop when he saw the sheer amount of zeroes that seemingly went on forever. Even more shocking was that next to the amount of wealth was his own name. “Adam, this is...” he stammered.

“Its my will. Im leaving everything to you, Kurt, my entire inheritance,” Adam explained, even when he knew Kurt had just read the same facts.

It was too overwhelming to register; Kurt was dumbstruck. “Why?” he breathed

“Because its mine to give, Kurt, I want you to have it,” Adam answered.

Kurt threw the document on the floor. “This isnt why I chose to date you or why Ive stayed by your side! I dont want your money!” he shouted in protest.

“You dont think I know that?” Adam snapped back, only to start coughing again.

Guilt instantly washed over Kurt, but then hed been so caught off guard by the gift. He put the whole issue aside for the moment so he could see to Adams health, making sure not to coddle him like a child. His breathing sounded so raspy that it was painful for Kurt to hear and it reminded him what truly mattered in the world.

“Im alright... or as well as I can be,” Adam assured.

Kurt wasnt so sure but he knew better than to argue about it, since all that would do was lead to an unwanted fight. “Adam, I cant take the money... its way too much, what about your family?”

“You know money has never been an issue with them and Im also an only child. I already checked with my parents about leaving my inheritance to you and theyve agreed to it. You have never left my side Kurt, even when I gave you plenty of chances to.”

“How could I, if Id left when you needed me most, what kind of person would that make me?”

“It isnt your job to look after me Kurt, which is something Ive told you right from the start.”

At first Adam and Kurts tale showed every sign of becoming a romantic love story. Their chance meeting in the front of Adams apartment building had started off so well. Adam had flirted with Kurt, catching his interest and after a few more run-ins a first date soon followed. Every sign led Kurt to believe that Adam was obviously smitten with him but then without any warning, he suddenly backed off. Kurt was totally clueless to why Adam was so bent on pushing him away. It had taken stubborn perseverance but Kurt eventually tracked the Brit down three weeks later and when he got really demanding, Adam finally gave his reason. He was sick and his illness, AIDS, or as it was still commonly known, GRID (Gay-related Immune Deficiency) was incurable. Not only that, but having any sort of sexual contact with Adam would put Kurt in real danger himself.

It was at that point when Kurt had seriously considered giving up on their budding romantic relationship for good. But in the end, he couldnt. When would he ever have the chance to be with someone so wonderful and kind? Such things were rare when you were a gay man and so Kurt had thrown caution to the wind and while it had taken some time, Adam finally gave into his own feelings. Soon after that things quickly turned serious for the new couple, who both wanted the same things in a relationship. But for the longest time and no matter how hard hed tried to overcome it, Kurt had been too afraid to consummate their relationship in any physical sense. Though Adam assured Kurt he never expected him to, it was still a constant reminder of what they couldnt share.

“Adam, that isnt what this is about. You dont need to repay me, my love cant be bought,” Kurt said.

Adam held his hand out to Kurt, who took it and they remained like that for a while. “Im going to die, Kurt, and soon. We can pretend I wont... but its too late for that anymore. This is my way to make sure that when I do go, Ill die knowing you shall be looked after,” Adam began.

Tears were now streaming down Kurts grief-stricken face. “Adam...” he breathed, only for his boyfriend to hold up his finger to silence him again.

“I want you to take the money and buy yourself a home... in Chelsea.”

“But..”

“No buts Kurt, if you cannot do this for yourself, then do it for me. I need you to be safe, comfortable, happy. I know it will take time to recover and heal from my passing, but as you do... it will be in a place that is your own.”

“I dont want to live in an apartment, no matter how beautiful, if you arent there to share it with me!” Kurt snapped in a half cry.

“Kurt, take the money, please,” Adam begged.

Even when he was nearing death, Adam knew how to coax his boyfriend into acting more reasonable, though he felt no pride in doing so. Nor did he confess how much he wanted to live with Kurt too, in a charming little Chelsea apartment. Hed had plenty of time, months, to accept his passing and there was so little he could do to ease Kurts pain. So here was one way and he wasnt going to take no for an answer.

Kurt couldnt deny Adams request, because if the tables were turned and he was the one facing his final days then he would have wanted the same thing. So hed take Adams gift, allowing them both a sense of security even if bittersweet irony came along with it. Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes and finally nodded. Kurt could barely keep from choking up with emotion as he bent over to pick up the document. He wanted to collapse to the ground but he didnt. Kurt took the pen on the nearby desk and signed the will.

“Thank you, Kurt,” Adam said softly.

Kurt bit his bottom lip; how could he be facing this again and for the third time in his young life? “Youre welcome...” he said, because it was all he could manage.
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Kurt broke away from the memory before he ended up spending the whole night sobbing into one of his expensive silk couch cushions. It had taken him longer than he would have liked but nearly five months after Adams death, Kurt had managed to keep his promise. He still remembered the day the money had transferred and the total shock when hed looked at his bank statement afterwards. It was more money than he could ever imagine earning in his lifetime and Kurt wished he didnt have to take it. Hed give away every penny if meant it he could see Adams smiling face again.

Instead Kurt had started his search to find his perfect home, one he could turn into his own slice of paradise. It didnt take long for Kurt to find it, thanks to his adoptive dads pro realtor, and as soon as Kurt had set foot into the apartment, he knew hed found it. He was home. The remainder of Adams inheritance, aside from the portion hed put away for an emergency savings account, was spent on furnishing his new home. While tempted, Kurt hadnt splurged on too many expensive impulse buys and even without breaking the bank, hed transformed the two bedroom apartment into a sight to behold.

Kurt's initial vision was pure and simple comfort, but there was also a lot of Adam in the apartment even if he hadnt lived to see it. From the paintings and sketches which Adam had done himself, to choosing his late boyfriends aesthetic tastes and an giving the space an overall British feel in many of the rooms. Of course there were other things Kurt had taken his inspiration from, the soft colour palette of golds and creams were modelled after the Plazas impressive interiors. The apartment was still unquestionably Kurts though; combining his many passions to create a Broadway musical lovers dream.

At first Kurt had only allowed a rare few, like his family and Stephan, to set foot in his humble abode. But, over years, the list had grown and now, even a few of his casual sex partners were granted access.

There was no point in feeling guilty about that, Adam had talked (lectured more like) at lengths about how Kurt shouldnt resist connecting, even on the smallest level, meaning: sex, with men once he was gone. One year ago Kurt had finally admitted his grieving period needed to be over and it was time for him to move on.

Having a comfortable home to live in was all nice and good, but Kurt had reached a point in his life where he wanted someone to share it with. “I guess its time to actually try to find my perfect match,” Kurt said with a wishful sigh. Kurt found himself staring at the photo of Adam he had placed on his mantel last year, smiling at his warm face. “Can anybody find me somebody to love?”
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Finding potential boyfriends would have to wait though, because before Kurt could fully dive into the dating pool, there was a meeting to attend. After he was no longer banished from the club, Kurt returned to his place of work the following night. To Kurts surprise the episode between himself and Oates was already old news (so much for it being a 10), thanks to a scandalous affair between the DJ and the head of a major corporation.

So when Kurt stepped into the conference room his normal air of authority was still firmly in place. Not even when he took notice of the curly-haired man sitting to Stephans left did he react. Kurt even chose the open chair directly across from Oates, not willing to shy away off in the corner. He wanted his nemesis right where he could see him.

Stephan and Sam, the other two men in the room, were completely ignored by the pair, much to their amusement.

“Oh god, this is gonna be a blood bath isnt it?” Sam whispered to the club owner.

But Stephans expression was one of amusement, not fear. In fact, he looked downright excited about the scene before him. “Relax, theyre both too professional for that. Think of this as a peace negotiation... youll see,” he assured.

“Hummel,” Blaine said politely, to the point of coldness.

“Oates,” Kurt dished back, equally formal with his tone.

“Gentlemen,” Stephan said in a loud voice. “Now that were all here...” he began. “Our meeting today is for us to decide what songs Sam and... Oates,” Stephan finally said after he caught Kurts threatening glare. “... should perform next to keep things fresh.”

Kurt put his dislike of Oates aside so he could turn his attention to the job at hand. Ever the professional, Kurt reached into his briefcase and pulled out a small collection of papers. “Right, so... your rendition of Hall & Oates was very well received...” Kurt began, pausing when he saw Oates' cocky look. “But the last thing we need is for you two to become predictable, or boring. So Ive collected a list of song possibilities, as well as ones made from my own personal knowledge and favourites, then I also got feedback from our regulars and researching the Billboard charts. Needless to say the list I ended up with is very long... so our job will be to narrow the selections down,” Kurt explained. “I trust the two of you have brought your own lists like I requested?”

Sam simply nodded and handed his own list to Blaine, so he wouldnt have to get any closer to Hummel. Blaine rolled his eyes at his duet partners hesitance but he still stood up and bent forward to hand off said papers to Hummel.

Kurt in turn handed back two copies of his own list, finally noticing Oates' look of surprised confusion. “To cross-reference,” he explained. “What? Did you think I was just going to decide all the songs by myself? If that were the case then why bother with this meeting at all?” he scoffed.

“But before we focus on the song portion... there are other details we need to discuss. Are there any comments either of you boys wish to make? Suggestions perhaps?” Kurt prompted.

Blaine was yet again surprised by Hummel giving so many opportunities to voice their opinions. It went against nearly everything Blaine had pegged the bossy co-manager as so far. “Well... honestly, I think for our Hall & Oates stint we focused too much on the cover band aspect. I mean, we dont need to copy any band's entire look. Theres already the real deal for that and Flare isnt a Vegas show house...” Blaine said.

“Thank you! Ive been telling Stephan the exact same thing!” Kurt replied.

The room fell silent, save for Sams quiet gasp. Had the would-be enemies actually agreed on something?

“What do the both of you suggest then?” Stephan urged, moving the meeting along.

Kurt was happy to take over the conversation when Oates made no attempts to go first. “No more replicated costumes and wigs. From now on the focus should be on their voices and ability to sing their own take on the songs.”

“I dunno if remixes would be wise to attempt...” Blaine warned.

The snark was back and out to play, as was Kurts usual dislike of anything Oates said. “You misunderstand me, Oates. I dont mean we should alter the songs completely and lose the original feel of the numbers. I simply meant that of course you wouldnt need to completely recreate the whole atmosphere. So without the get-ups this time... but you still will be expected to dress accordingly,” Kurt explained.

“Um, I dunno about Oates but my own clothing allowance is pretty low,” Sam said, finally speaking up.

Kurts stern expression softened. “Dont worry, Sam, leave the wardrobes to me. I have a very keen eye when it comes to fashion and Im a pro bargain hunter. You wont have to pay for your stage clothes. I already know who can help me with the hair and makeup part too.”

“Makeup?” Blaine asked warily.

“The glam look is in. Its all about blending gender lines. But dont freak out; I have no plans to turn you into drag queens. If I wanted that sort of show then Id ask the real pros,” Kurt assured.

“Just checking,” Blaine said in defence, because he didnt have a prejudiced bone in his body.

“I also think we shouldnt focus on one band this time around. You should do a whole range of groups and songs,” Kurt added and that suggestion was also met with no resistance from anyone.

“I think youre all onto something here and everything has my support. Im very glad I have three employees who are so invested in their work,” Stephan praised.

The compliment humbled Blaine and Kurt enough to put their differences aside to keep the meeting peaceful.

For once Kurt chose to start with the positive and how a number of the songs on both Oates and Sams lists were on his own as well. “Alright, Im liking a lot of what I see here... you both have good music taste...” Kurt muttered. “Take on Me, good, thats a given of course... ‘You Spin Me Right Round', another must for sure,” Kurt mumbled.

“'Too Shy' by Kajagoogoo, Im glad you have it,” Blaine commented.

“I love that song! Sweet, we all have ‘Working for the Weekend' by Loverboy on our lists!” Sam nearly shouted.

“Thats four songs then, so far so good,” Stephan said with an amused laugh.

“'Obsession' by Animotion, really, Hummel?” Blaine asked in surprise.

Little did Oates know that the song one was one of Kurts all-time favourites. “Try to tell me you could resist dancing to it,” Kurt scoffed.

Blaine held his tongue. He was unwilling to admit he loved the song too and was just surprised that Hummel knew it at all.

Kurt let the confrontation drop, confident that the song would end up on the final list and he moved onwards.“How is it that neither of you bothered to put on any songs from Wham! on your lists? Dont tell me youre not fans, youd have to be tone deaf not to be!” Kurt grumbled.

One of Blaines new favourite pastimes was to contradict Hummel and prove that even he could be wrong. “Actually, the reason theyre not on the list is because we both love the band too much to do just one song,” Blaine spoke up.

“Nearly everyone I asked around the club named a Wham! song, so I dont think we can afford to leave them off,” Kurt countered.

“Then just think how much theyll love us doing a whole set list dedicated to them in the future,” Blaine said, ready to dish back any resistance Hummel threw his way. “And you did ask for our opinion, remember?” Blaine added in a sassy tone.

“Do we even need to be here?” Sam whispered to Stephan.

“Shh, its just getting to the good part,” Stephan hissed.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Oates. Who knew there was so much sass inside his tiny body. Normally Kurt wouldnt hold back his superior wit and show just how good he was at getting his way. But then, if he were to stoop to Oates level, Kurt was the one who had more to lose. What Kurt needed was something to barter with and as he looked back at Oates list, such an opportunity arose. “Big talk from a man who put Walk like an Egyptian on his list,” Kurt taunted.

If there was one thing Blaine wasnt about to take, it was someone dissing the Bangles, and now he was finally willing to let his anger out. “Do you have something against the song? Or the group?” Blaine demanded.

The room went cold from the icy stare Oates projected; only Kurt remained impervious to it. “Not exactly, but I do have something against you singing that song in my club. I can already picture the corny dance moves youd pull...” Kurt said with a horrified shudder.

“Why are you so against having any sort of fun?” Blaine snapped.

“When are you planning to grow up and act like an adult?” Kurt barked in reply.

“Neither of you sound very mature right now. Dont make me have to ground you both again,” Stephan threatened with a smile on his face.

While Stephans words of warning were clearly empty threats, the pair quickly realized how petty they were acting. Theyd never get anything done, or stop the gossip from flowing if they couldnt learn to live with each other.

“I have a compromise,” Kurt said.

Blaine eyed Hummel suspiciously. “Im listening...”

“I wont insist on adding any Wham! songs to the set list if you agree to take Walk like an Egyptian off,” Kurt said.

“What about us doing a whole tribute performance to Wham?” Blaine reminded him.

“I wont rule it out yet if you do well with this set,” Kurt chimed.

Blaine paused to look at Sam, who nodded in support and he extended his hand in offering. “Okay, deal,” he declared.

They shook on it. Neither man was very sure if the former would hold to their agreement but for now theyd give each other the benefit of the doubt. By the end of the meeting seven more songs were added and amazingly, everyone present for the meeting was happy with the resulting set list.

Blaine was the first to leave; going back to his original plan to steer clear of Hummel until absolutely necessary now that the meeting was over.

Stephan went next but not before he whispered something to Kurt, who nodded and didnt follow his boss out of the room.

Sam was about to go himself until Kurt glided over to block his path. “So Sam, Stephan told me what you told him...” Kurt began.

Intimidated and downright scared, Sam winced in anticipation but the angry lecture never came. To his surprise Hummels normally stoic face softened to a warm smile. “Uh... about what?” Sam stuttered.

“About you hiding your heterosexuality,” Kurt said.

Relief washed over Sam, who already felt relaxed by the calming air Hummel was now giving off. So it wasnt about how hed been the one to accidentally start the rumour that Hummel and Blaine had slept together. “Oh yeah... right... that...” he said sheepishly. “Look, I never meant to lie like that... I just didnt know if...”

Kurt placed his hands on Sams shoulders. “Its okay, I get why you did and I just wanted to let you know that this changes nothing. We hired you for your talent and youve kept your job because of that and your hard work ethic. So who youre attracted to doesnt apply here. If anything it shows how much you wanted the job,” Kurt told him.

What could have been an awkward situation wasnt, all because Sam instantly accepted this new side of Hummel. “I applied for the job cause I really needed the money and I was willing to pretend I was gay to get it. I honestly had no idea what to expect but I seriously didnt know places like this even existed. I dont mean gay bars either... I know those have been around for ages. When I come to Flare I just get to rock it out with guys who love music like I do. I dunno, it makes me feel less pressured I guess. I was always getting harassed in school because I was in band class,” Sam rambled.

Kurt grinned at Sam and patted his shoulder lightly before dropping his hands. “Im glad you told Stephan the truth but Id stop there. As much as I hate to admit, not everyone will react well to the news. Some will judge you for it and others... will probably try to turn you,” he explained.

Sam quickly decided that Blaine had passed judgement way too quickly on Hummel but he wasnt about to tell his friend that opinion. Because he had no desire to involve himself in that mess, they could deal with it on their own. “I figured that, its okay. Im managing so far,” Sam said.

No matter what anyone thought of Kurt, there was no denying how stubborn he could be when those he felt responsible for were involved. “We take care of our own here, Sam. I dont want any of the staff to feel reluctant about bringing any issue to our attention. So this is whats going to happen: well keep your sexual orientation a well-guarded secret as long as you promise to come to me if anyone gives you a hard time. While I try to keep things safe, I can only do so much. So if any guy gets too forward with their sexual advances... then I want names, Sam,” Kurt instructed.

“Sure, but I dont have any to give... at least not yet,” Sam assured.

“Not even the guy you made out with?” Kurt asked with an amused grin.

“Naw, I was drunk and just went with it, so no issues to report on that end,” Sam said with a chuckle.

Kurt joined in on the laughter, which was something he really needed right now. “Alright then, just remember that I have a talent for making pushy men rethink their life choices,” he stated, his voice dropping to a lower register.

Sam couldnt help but shiver and he was extremely grateful he would never be one to find out how Hummel did it. Unlike his duet partner, Sam was more than willing to accept Hummel as an alley rather than stubbornly keep him on enemy lines. “Thanks Hummel, this means a lot to me. Youre a good guy,” he said.

Kurt took the compliment into account and chose to reward Sam for it. “My first name is Kurt, but please keep that to yourself okay,” he whispered.

Even after only working at Flare for a week and a half, Sam knew what a valuable gift had just been bestowed upon him. Along with learning Kurts elusive first name came the reward of earning his favour and thus his complete support in everything. Only he was still new enough not to realize just how deep Kurts loyalties ran. Sam chose to quit while he was ahead and took his leave. Making a silent vow never to tell Blaine what he had just learned. It turned out that Hard-Ball-Hummel wasnt so bad after all and hidden beneath his rigid exterior was a kindhearted man. In fact, as Sam thought about it a bit more, Kurt actually reminded him of someone he knew and that someone was Blaine.