Kurt walked outside to find a stretch limo which was unusual for this part of the city. He began to hail a cab as the chauffeur exited the limo, walking towards him.

"Mr. West?" The man had come and stood in front of Kurt.

"Yes?"

"No need for a cab, I've been sent to fetch you." The chauffeur indicated to the waiting limo.

"Ah and who has sent you?" Kurt was already heading for the ride.

"Mr. Anderson, sir." The man opened the door for Kurt and he slid inside to find wine and caviar.

"Wow. Well, take me away then." Kurt smiled up at him as the driver shut the door.

Kurt found his nerves getting the best of him as the limo pulled up to Blaine's building. What was he doing? Who was Blaine? He had typed Blaine's name into Google on the way over to see what he could come up with, which had turned out to be very little. There were no pictures of Blaine or any personal details, just articles in various business journals about Blaine and his family's financial success in the baking world. Baking? How much money could possibly be in that? Obviously a lot if the man lives right on Park Avenue. Kurt continued to think about this mystery man for the rest of the ride. Finally, the chauffeur opened the door to a gorgeous high rise complete with beautifully trimmed potted hedges and a doorman (of course).

Stepping out of the limo, Kurt swung his messenger bag over his head and smoothed out the resulting wrinkles in his white button-up. OK, you can do this, Kurt thought to himself as he thanked the driver and carefully walked up to the entryway to where the doorman was waiting.

"Evening sir." The doorman gave a slight nod as he opened the door for Kurt. "I assume you're here to see Mr. Anderson? He's expecting you."

Kurt returned the nod with a smile and decided to ignore the fact that Blaine had told the doorman to be on the lookout for him. How exactly had he described him? Kurt pushed the thought from his mind and continued to smile at the man as he led Kurt to the elevator.

"Have a good evening, sir." There was a hint of smugness to the doorman that Kurt decided to overlook as the man entered a code, pressed the "P" button inside the elevator, and stepped back out as the doors closed in front of Kurt.

Kurt concluded that "P" definitely stood for penthouse and a shiver of excitement ran down his back. He found himself becoming giddy as he ascended the building. Floor by floor, Kurt added to the fantasy of actually being able to afford to live in a place like this. He thought about how successful Blaine's flour company was currently. Blaine obviously had the money to drop nearly $20,000 on a watch (Kurt may or may not have looked up the 18k gold watch on his iPhone as well as the articles). Suddenly the giddiness turned into panic as Kurt again realized that he had no idea who this man was and he was about to be alone with him in his apartment.

Finally reaching the top, the door opened to a beautiful entry way with vaulted ceilings and marbled flooring that Kurt was afraid he'd scuff with his boots as he stepped onto it. Kurt's mouth dropped a little as he saw that to his right, the entry way opened up into a large living room with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the rest of the city.

"Like what you see?" Kurt jumped at the voice coming up to him from the other side. He turned to see an older man, probably close to 40, with wisps of grey in his gel-subdued curls. He stood a few inches shorter than Kurt; his broad shoulders tapered down to a trim waist. He was wearing a simple white polo with a red cardigan. And Blaine's eyes were a gorgeous honey color surrounded by small wrinkles. They crinkled beautifully as he smiled at Kurt. Blaine was smiling at Kurt, most likely waiting for a response.

Kurt quickly clamped his mouth shut, only then noticing that he must have been gaping at Blaine. Kurt gave a small giggle to dissipate the rest of his panic and nodded.

"Yes, your house is gorgeous. Blaine, I assume?" Kurt stepped towards him and stretched out his hand.

"Yes and I definitely know you." Blaine took Kurt's hand and shook it in a way that Kurt could only describe as seductive. "Thank you for coming to have dinner with me. I didn't know if you would show or not." Blaine released Kurt's hand and he shuddered slightly at the loss of warmth. "Since you think so much of the entry way, I'd love to give you a tour of the rest of my house after dinner. Interested?" Blaine had come up right up next to Kurt, placing his hand at the small of Kurt's back as he lead them to another area of the gigantic apartment. Kurt could only assume it was the dining room.

Kurt thought about the way the offer to tour Blaine's house had come across. Platonic tour or Non-platonic tour? Kurt was definitely attracted to Blaine, but that was not why he had come to dinner. As much as he was attracted to Blaine, he didn't even know who the man was besides being a financial whiz. "Um, I don't - I don't know, I mean, I don't have much time..." Kurt was mumbling and stuttering and becoming quite flustered under Blaine's touch.

"Ok, well, you can see if you have time after dinner," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear as they reached the dining room. The long table was set with expensive looking china filled with huge amounts of food. "I didn't know what kind of food you liked, so I had my chef whip up a variety of things. Pick and choose as you please." Blaine pulled back a chair for Kurt, which he graciously took.

"Thank you. Really, this is wonderful, but I need to tell you why I'm here. I can't accept the gift you gave me today." Kurt placed his bag next to him on the floor and pulled out the box, placing it close to Blaine.

Blaine sat down slowly, eyeing the present, "Why not. Is it not your style?" Kurt couldn't tell if he was angry or hurt. As a pout came across Blaine's face, Kurt realized he was probably the latter.

"No, it's definitely my style, but I shouldn't-"

"No, you definitely should. I'm not going to take it back, so you might as well keep it or I'll just throw it away." Blaine had dropped the pout and found a more assertive tone that caused a thrill to run down Kurt's back.

"I-uh, you'd really throw it away?" At Blaine's nod, Kurt raised his hand to stop any further comments from Blaine. "Fine. I'll keep it. Thank you so very, very much. Also, thank you for dinner. This all looks great." A genuine smile appeared across Kurt's face and when he locked eyes with the man across from him, he found one on Blaine's as well.

*

As Kurt slowly pushed one last bite of his lasagna into his mouth, he found Blaine staring at him. They had just finished talking about anything and everything (Kurt still hadn't given Blaine his real name). Kurt had told Blaine he just turned 21 and was a Junior at Parsons, leading Blaine to ask him why he wasn't in theatre because he definitely enjoyed Kurt's online performances. Kurt had sputtered into his water and given Blaine a playful glare. Blaine, in turn, had told Kurt that he was going to turn 40 next month and all about his flour company ("It's more lucrative than it sounds, I promise") that he had inherited from his late grandfather, along with a sizable trust fund he'd had since 18. Kurt had asked him about his family, to which Blaine had replied with a quick, "I don't have one" and changed the subject to more of Kurt's performances. Kurt had pushed the comment away since he didn't really want to share his own past at the moment.

"Stop staring at me, Blaine." Kurt smiled at him as Blaine got to his feet.

"I'm sorry, Jackson. You're just so beautiful. Dance with me?" Blaine came around the table and offered his hand out to Kurt.

"Sure... why not." Kurt took the strong hand in front of him and got to his feet, allowing Blaine to lead them back to the living room.

Blaine stopped at a control pad on a wall beside the large windows of the living room and pushed some buttons. Then soft, slow music wafted into the room. At Kurt's gasp of surprise, Blaine turned towards him and put his arms around his waist, pulling Kurt to his body. Kurt's smile spread further as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and rested his head against the side of Blaine's.

Kurt was happy. He had enjoyed the dinner and conversation, but mostly he was enjoying Blaine. Although Blaine was much older than him, that didn't matter to Kurt because he was easy to be around. There weren't any awkward moments. Kurt felt like he had known Blaine for longer than a few hours. The fact that he found him extremely handsome surprised Kurt. He was used to dating people closer to his own age. Definitely not someone with greying hair and defined wrinkles that would appear when he made different faces during their conversation. The last part of their conversation had steered toward which performances Blaine had liked the most. He had told Kurt he was glad he had "stumbled" upon him on the internet.

Suddenly, the thought of Blaine watching and possibly mirroring Kurt's actions had him flustered. Here he was in an attractive man's arms who thought he was someone worth watching and someone worth spending time and attention on. Kurt was sure he could get used to this if that's what Blaine wanted as well.

As Kurt continued to let himself dream about more dinners, more presents, and more Blaine, he felt Blaine turn his head and press a kiss behind his ear. The kisses continued up and down Kurt's neck until he was flushed and fully turned on. "Blaine, I-" Kurt started, but was interrupted by Blaine's question of "how much?"

Kurt pulled back a little in Blaine's arms. "How much what?" He tried not to let his mind go straight to the worst case scenario, but as Blaine began to stutter, he realized he wasn't too far off base about what Blaine was asking. "How much WHAT?" Kurt found himself yanking himself from Blaine's grasp and talking just a little too loudly.

"I thought that maybe we could take this to the bedroom and I wanted to know how much-" Blaine looked like he was trying to be sure of himself and Kurt was feeling sick to his stomach.

"I'm not sure what you thought when you invited me here, but I'm not a prostitute, Blaine." Kurt held his composure on the outside while embarrassment filled his insides.

"Fuck, Jackson, I thought...you said you were paying for school and I just assumed that since you were so open doing the website that...I- I'm sor-"

"Just stop. I was actually having a nice night and now...Thank you for dinner and for allowing me to dream just a little bit." Kurt turned quickly on his heel and hurried through the house to the dining room to grab his bag, making sure to leave the watch lying on the table. Then bolted back through to the door. Blaine stood and watched him as he headed for the entryway. Kurt ignored the hurt expression on his face because he was trying not to care.

Blaine just stood at the end of the hallway with his hands in his pockets. He seemed as if he was about to say more, his mouth opening and closing. Kurt pretended to ignore Blaine's presence as he waited for the elevator to take him away from this horrible evening.

"I knew this was a mistake." Kurt mumbled into the air, keeping his head held high. The elevator arrived and he found himself inside, angrily pushing the button for the lobby over and over. As soon as the door closed him in, he felt the tears that had threatened to fall slide down his cheeks. Kurt felt stupid and childish. He had liked Blaine and not just for his fancy lifestyle, but actually liked him as a person. Kurt understood that Blaine's money could obviously buy him anything he wanted, but Kurt didn't think he would be at the top of his list.

As he reached the lobby, Kurt wiped his tears and composed himself. The same doorman that had greeted him was waiting for him, gesturing towards the door, "leaving so soon, sir?" That same annoying smile was one his face. Kurt gave him his bitchiest glare and pushed past him, hailing a taxi outside. Once inside the cab, Kurt's hurt was replaced with rage.

What the fuck was wrong with Blaine? Why would he just assume Kurt was a prostitute? Kurt had never had a reason to feel embarrassed about his line of work. But now Kurt found himself extremely embarrassed and upset. Did all outsiders see him as a prostitute?

He pushed the thoughts out of his head as he reached his apartment. He was tired and crabby, two things he needed to mask in order to sneak past Rachel if she was still up.

Of course his luck would still be shit. Kurt opened the apartment door to find Rachel sitting on their couch, making out with a half naked man. In lieu of saying anything, Kurt slammed the door hard making Rachel and the mystery man break apart.

"Kurt! You're home." Rachel's forced, sweet tone was already putting him on edge. She stood up and moved in front of her date while he scrambled to put his shirt back on. "Um...Miguel was just leaving. I--"

"Rachel, don't even worry about it. I'm tired and I had a shitty evening and I just want to go to sleep." Kurt walked past her toward his side of the loft. Before Rachel could counter his statement, he'd shut the curtain to his room.

He grabbed some grooming essentials and headed for the bathroom. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Rachel and Miguel share a peck at the door. At least someone was enjoying their night.

*

"Kurt? Are you still awake? Can we talk?" Kurt had been tossing and turning in a state of almost sleep when he heard Rachel at his door.

"Yes, I'm sleeping." Clearly Kurt's tone didn't convince her, as she pushed aside the curtain and walked in.

"What's wrong? You said you had a horrible night." Rachel motioned to Kurt's bed as he sat up. He nodded to her and she plopped herself right next to him.

"I did. I had a dinner date with one of my admirers from the website and I thought it was going great until he asked me how much I charged..." Kurt trailed off, still a little embarrassed.

"For sex? Oh my god, Kurt. Who was this guy, anyway?"

"Blaine Anderson? He's the CEO of some flour company." Rachel gasped and hopped off the bed at Kurt's answer. "Rachel! Where are you --" Just as he started to talk Rachel was gone and back already, holding a small, paper sack. "What on earth?"

"Kurt. Blaine Anderson, as in the maker of my gluten-free, vegan, all-natural flour?" Rachel held up the sack to Kurt's face. He flipped his bedside lamp on to see the package better.

"Yep, I'm assuming that's his company. I guess I never really looked at the flour bags all that closely. I think he makes the normal flour I use as well." Kurt smirked as he teased Rachel. "Anyway, it's beside the point. He was insensitive and an asshole. I mean, just because I take my close off online doesn't mean I'll do it for just anyone in person for money. That's trashy." Kurt tilted his head up, nose in the air. He was more dignified than people thought he was.

"I guess, I just wouldn't hold it against him. Maybe he was sorry. Did you have a good time before he turned into a jerk?" Rachel looked hopeful for Kurt in a way that made him want to be completely honest with her.

"He was sorry. I just didn't give him a chance to say it. And, I did have a good time. The dinner conversation was so simple. I could've talked to him for hours, getting to know him better. We even slow danced. I was so attracted to him." Kurt smiled sadly at her, "Rachel, it was becoming one of the most romantic nights of my life." He just shrugged off the last statement. "Oh well, I'm sure I'll find my real prince charming some day. Now, get that sack of flour off my bed. It's getting dust all over my sheets." Kurt playfully pushed at Rachel until she got up off the bed.

"I got the hint. You're done talking for the night. I'm sorry this happened. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight, Kurt." Rachel leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Night, Rachel." Kurt smiled up at her and watched her walk out of his room. He gave a quiet sigh, which turned into a tired yawn. As he got comfortable in bed once again he let himself drift as he tried to not think about Blaine. However, he failed and wonderful thoughts of Blaine crept into his dreams.