Kurt spent the night thinking about the phone call he had from Blaine Anderson. Why did he call Kurt himself and does Blaine call all his interns to inform them that they got a job at his company? How weird, Kurt thought to himself. He wanted to know more about Blaine.

Then his thoughts went to Blaine's voice and how sultry it is, his dark hazels, which Kurt wanted nothing but forget himself in them. He thought about the way Blaine said his name and he felt himself harden under the towel. This was shocking to Kurt as he never thought about himself as a sexual person; he only masturbated a handful of times a year. This always made Rachel laugh and wonder on how wrong this sounded to her.

“Just how, Kurt?” Rachel laughed at Kurt as she took another sip of her red wine.

“Well not all of us are sex addicts like you, Rachel.” Kurt laughed as he tossed his wine in the glass.

“I am not a sex addict!” Rachel said offended.

“You keep telling yourself that. These walls are not soundproof, sweetie.” Kurt laughed again.

“Whatever. I still can't believe you only masturbate a few times a year! A fucking year, Kurt!”

Kurt wasn't lying though. He just didn't feel the deep urge to masturbate, he wasn't into it. He'd had sex with only one guy and that was Chandler his ex-boyfriend back in Ohio. The sex though never was good, or bad but just nothing he'd go and parade about or anything, just forgettable.

However, sitting on his bed with only his towel on listening to his new boss's voice in the phone made him half hard already and he wanted nothing but to take the towel off him and free his hardening cock, which he just did.

Tracing his index up and down his hardening cock slowly, collecting the precum already spilling off his cock to spread it over his sensitive cock as he thought of Blaine's voice.

Kurt.

“Uhm…ah…” Kurt moaned as he fisted his hard cock and started moving up and down, thinking of Blaine. The way checked Kurt out in his office, the way his smooth and soft lips moved as he talked to Kurt. It took Kurt a few more strokes to come hard on his hand and stomach.

“Oh god! What the hell did I just do?” Kurt moaned as he got up and grabed his discarded towel to clean himself up.

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“Oh Kurt, Good to see you again,” Sam said the next morning when Kurt arrived to the Anderbros International at nine am, “please make sure to come earlier tomorrow though, by eight or seven thirty if you could.”

“Yes. Yeah sure! I'm sorry, Mister Anderson didn't tell me when should I come yesterday when he called,” Kurt said apologising.

“Mister Anderson called you yesterday?” Sam seemed surprised by what Kurt has said.

“Yes, he called me to tell me that I got the job. Doesn't he do this for the rest of the employees?” Kurt asked shifting from one foot to the other nervously.

“Well normally someone from the HR would've phoned you. But Mister Anderson must've had his reasons,” Sam shrugged, “he always does. Come let me show you your desk.”

His desk was in a cubicle far in the room with a computer and phone on it.

“So is there any work for me to do?” Kurt asked.

“Before you start on with the work, I'll get you a binder that has basic information about the company. After you read it you can come and see me. Excuse me while I go and get you the binder,” Sam left for a moment and came back with an enormous binder, which was placed on Kurt's desk with a thud.

“Want to grab a bite?”

Kurt looked up to find Mercedes Jones standing in front of him with a smirk on her face.

“Oh, is it lunch already?” Kurt asked looking at the clock on the computer screen.

“Well it's just eleven o'clock, I like to get a something now before the cafeteria gets crowded at lunch time. So, what you say?” Mercedes asked.

“Yeah. Yes, sure I'll come. I don't even know where the cafeteria is,” Kurt laughed awkwardly.

“I'll be giving you a grand tour then,” Mercedes winked at him.

When they got to the cafeteria, Kurt couldn't help but be stunned over how big this cafeteria is. It took a whole floor and had every variety of food from every place in this world.

“Well, stay away from the Chinese food here cause it tastes bad, really really bad,” Mercedes said as they walked to the table that had plates on.

Mercedes got herself some fish and ships while Kurt got himself a bowl of Greek salad. They got their trays and sat on one of the tables near the window. They were eating silently until Mercedes spoke.

“Well, I'm still trying to figure out if you'd be eaten and spit out by Anderson in a month, or whether you'd be promoted to head of the division next year,” Mercedes said nonchalantly.

“I guess we'll see. I just know that I'll work as hard as I can and do a good job,” Kurt said as he poked into his salad.

“Isn't this cute?” Mercedes smiled as she took a chip in her mouth. She suddenly chocked on the chip and said, “Holy cow he's here!”

“Who's here?” Kurt looked behind him.

“Blaine Anderson, dummy!”

Blaine was walking with a tall Asian guy with coal black hair and long face. They were talking lightly and laughing as they walked right past Kurt and Mercedes.

“Just keep you head down,” Mercedes whispered to him and Kurt did as he was told, he kept his head down as he took a piece of cheese into his mouth.

Blaine suddenly stopped walking, turned back and came to stop in front of Kurt and Mercedes's table, “I thought I recognised you!”

Kurt thought he was talking to Mercedes, but when he looked at her he found her looking at her plate silently.

“Me?” He hesitantly asked.

“Yes you. I see you've come to your first day here in one piece.” Blaine laughed lightly.

“Mhm,” Kurt replied dumbly, mhm, Kurt! Of all the things you can say you choose this incoherent sound to make? Now he'll think you're dumb. Kurt almost face palmed himself in front of his boss.

“So, people are being nice to you?” Blaine asked.

“Yes. Yes, Mercedes and Sam have been great!” Kurt replied with a small smile.

“That's great,” Blaine smiled back, “I want you to swing by my office today before heading home to tell me what you've been working on.”

“Yeah, sure I will,” Kurt replied nervously to Blaine who gave him a nod and left.

“Go up to his office, again?? You ought to be kidding me!” Mercedes almost shouted after Blaine was out of earshot.

“Is there something wrong with that?” Kurt asked nonchalantly before his face got paler than usual and he questioned fearfully, “is this bad?”

“How can I know? I mean, I've been working here for about seven years and only been up there with Tina once and it was about some big client who was making a fuss.”

Kurt starts to sweat and his throat feels dry, “what should I do?”

“Whatever you did to grab his attention in the first place.”

“But I didn't do anything!”

“Yeah, just keep doing that,” Mercedes said as she sliced up a piece of the fillet and took it in her mouth.