“Ok. I’ll leave right now but-“

“Did you download the company time card app I told you about?”

“Yeah. I did it right after you told me. But remember I’m at school right now so I’m all the way in Westerville, so if you’re at the Lima office, i-“

“We’re in the Westerville building. I need you to get the business platter from Togo’s, tell them the company, they’ll know what to do. And get me a straight black coffee from the Starbucks next door, and ask for a shot of Courvoisier in it.”

I wanted to tell him to quit frigging cutting me off! It’s extremely rude, annoying, and I’m not his freaking slave! But I took a silent deep breath and kept my cool.

“How exactly do I do that? I haven’t gotten paid yet and I don’t have enough money to get a whole thing of-“

You have to come down to the office first and pick up a company credit card from Gabby at the front desk. Show her your badge, and she’ll know you work for me.”

Ok. But that still doesn’t explain….

“I am 16 Sebastian. I can’t order you a shot of alcohol in your drink.”

It was quiet for a few seconds before he huffed in annoyance.

I forgot. Ok whatever, then just coffee black. But get in here and hustle. Togo’s has a lunch rush, and you need to be prompt.”

“Ok. I’ll be there in 10-15 minutes.”

“Step on it sexy.”

I didn’t say anything else. I just hung up. The conversation was over right?

I walked into my 4th block teachers’ class, and she was grading some papers.

“Ms. Greer?”

She looked up at me and smiled bright as a full moon. “Blaine Anderson. I just got finished grading your last paper.” She held it up from her pile. “A+!” She exclaimed.

I smiled. At least my grades wouldn’t suffer from missing this class.

“Thanks Ms. Greer. I uhm, I just wanted to let you know that I have to miss the remainder of classes this afternoon. I recently got a job and it’s really demanding and everything, so I have to ask if I can be excused and pick up my assignments now. I have to be there in 15 minutes.”

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My teachers were all pretty lenient about me missing the rest of the day simply because I am doing well in my classes, (except for Mr. Phelps, who for some reason has been kind of an ass to me for the past few months.) But no one in the school besides the Warblers know why I am working, considering my family’s financial status in this community, and it definitely raised every teachers’ eye. No one said any of their definite concerns though. At least not today. Still though, I have a feeling I am going to have to spill my situation to them next time if this happens again.

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Savannah Pov

I decided to go to my doctor’s appointment this afternoon without anyone. I left right after school, and didn’t take a ride from Kurt because I’d rather him stay at glee and practice. He’s in more numbers than I am at the competition, so he should rehearse. Mr. Schue took me out of one of the group numbers despite my not wanting him too.

“You know what, Savannah? Maybe you should sit this one out at Nationals. There’s some pretty vigorous choreography.” He had said, so blah, one less number for me to be a part of.

Darn pregnancy.

Because the doctor fit me on short notice thanks to a last minute cancellation, Blaine couldn’t go. According to Kurt, Blaine was called into work even before school got out today.

Can they even do that? Just yank him out of school like that?

I’d talk to him later about it. I want to hear more about his a-hole boss I heard him and Kurt gabbing about earlier anyway.

Anyway, the doctor told me at first that I may have had some Hypoglycemia issues early on in my pregnancy which was why I got faint from time to time, but she said that should fade out in the next couple of weeks.

Nothing to worry about.

She also said that my pain from this weekend was caused by the babies sitting on my ribs. There is not quite enough room for the two of them in there and they are kind of searching for space to rest in.

“You need to really adjust your diet a bit more. Eat a bit more too create your babies some space.” She had said.

‘Aren’t I enough of a blimp already?!’ I wanted to say. But I didn’t because that’d sound immature.

It’s for the babies.

I can do it, and I will. For my babies. For Blaine’s babies.

And Kurt would kill me if I didn’t anyway.

And I swear, that boy needs to stay off of the internet. Every day, he has more and more information about my pregnancy to share with me.

‘Did you know that every 1 in 10 babies is born with-‘

‘Holy cow! When you’re pregnant, you can get really smelly-‘

‘Savannah, you should take personal vitamins as well as prenatal-‘

Where’s the remote! Sometimes, I just wanted to shut him off. Like a T.V. Or an alarm clock.

I love him dearly, but geez, if I hear another pregnancy fact, I will NEVER get pregnant again. Even when I’m grown and married.

I am actually half thankful that he is grounded for a while. I can’t come over to be his Blaine substitute while he is working all this week. Ever since prom….. When they TOTALLY did it, (oh come on! You TOTALLY know they did it!) he has either been all bummed out because Blaine isn’t around, or talking nonstop about Blaine. Don’t get me wrong, I love Blaine dearly too. I mean, he’s the father of my unborn babies, and he is the nicest guy ever. He is honestly a lot like Kurt without the ‘bitch please’ factor. But if I have to hear Kurt gush about Blaine during another hour long phone call, I’ll throw up.

It’s a huge bummer that Finn is grounded too, but he’ll have freedom soon, and when he has freedom, I’ll be able to go back to hanging with Kurt too, simply because they are in the same house. Ha! Flaw in your lockdown plan Papa Burt. Heheheh.

And I’m sure I’ll miss Kurt by the time Finn’s grounding is up.

I don’t actually mind hearing Kurt gush about boys at all really. It’s just now when he’s on lockdown, we have NOTHING else to talk about besides Blaine, and my pregnancy. Usually, our phone conversations are a nice even divide of Blaine, Kurt and his home life, my home life, the newest fashion trends, New York, Broadway, glee, my pregnancy, his bullying (or lack of it lately, thank god) and other stuff. But he’s been bummed for the weekend, and all day today.

I don’t really talk too much about boys because I don’t have one. Finn and I haven’t really said we are dating or anything yet, and I feel like I might mess something up if I talk too much about him. I really really like him, and I know that he likes me, but I feel kind of like he might be too good for me.

And I’m pregnant, and kind of moody, and hormonal. I kind of want to wait to date him. But at the same time I don’t because my life is so complicated already. I want to date him now though because what if some other girl snatches him up?

Oh how I feel so conflicted.

He almost asked me to be his girlfriend today. At least that’s what Kurt told me. But he was apparently going to do it after glee, and I had to miss glee because of my appointment.

I hope I didn’t miss my chance though. Maybe tomorrow.

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Kurt Pov

I may or may not have been sitting here at my desk for 45 minutes just tapping my pencil against my blank notebook. I’m waiting for Blaine to call.

Well, call Finn. Dad pocketed my phone the second I walked through the door. He really means business, and he was not kidding when he said I will learn my lesson.

It was a pretty stupid decision to go off with Blaine even though my dad gave us a very stern ‘no.’ I just really really needed to get some privacy with my boyfriend. And I think we were ready to take that next step. I am so glad that we did, and of course I wouldn’t go back and do that any differently, but if I could do it in a way that wouldn’t get me grounded, I’d go ahead and do it that way. I didn’t really take into account the fact that me being grounded would mean that I couldn’t have any contact with Blaine for any period of time.

Yeah.

Didn’t really think that one through.

I should really be working on this history assignment, but I can’t focus on anything but this framed photo of Blaine and I from Prom, holding each other closer than Finn thinks should be humanly legal, and smiling like there was no better night in the world.

There really wasn’t. Everything that night was perfect.

Everything. No regrets.

I heard footsteps coming down the hall, and I perked up hoping it’d be Finn.

“Honey, you left your laundry in the dryer. Again.” I heard from next door. It was just Carole. Talking to Finn. Of course.

He’s such a pig sometimes.

And ok. Maybe I had one regret. God being grounded is stupid…..

This sucks.

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Blaine Pov

I wiped a bead of sweat from my head as I finally walked out of the filling room. It’s so freaking hot in there! Would it be terrible for this company to get some AC in there? They make enough money. I know! I’ve been doing all of the number entries for how much each store is bringing in all day!

I’m exhausted, and I still have to get home and do my homework. Its 8:45 right now, and I should have been off 15 minutes ago but I wanted to finish. When I walked to Sebastian’s office, he was waiting for me in his doorway with his arms crossed.

I really cannot quite read his face yet. His attitudes have been so up and down today, I have no idea what to make heads or tails of what I am doing right or wrong. At the meeting that I had to play lackey for, he was frantic, and bossy. Kind of rude, and I wanted to smack him every time he opened his mouth.

Then, at 4, when I started my official work, he was lenient, and a lot calmer as he explained the day’s tasks and deadline info to me. Every time he came by to not so subtly check in on me, he was being really nice. Annoyingly flirty, but nice. He brought me a coffee as he caught me yawning about an hour ago, and he gave me a couple of the leftover quarter sandwiches from the meeting at like 5 since I didn’t get a lunch today. So, he is annoying, but tolerable when I’m in the office, or the toy’s back shop. But when I’m an assistant, I want him to fall in a ditch.

“On the weekends, you’ll be off site running some kind of errand for me most of the time, and you can stop and get lunch on those days with your company credit card. You also get to stay on the clock because you’re always working as long as you have a company cell on you.”

I had raised an eyebrow at that.

“Oh, you get a work cell phone as my assistant and your own company credit card so that you don’t have to add to the tab on lunch runs. I’ll tell you more this weekend. I don’t have them yet because today was just an emergency. You were covering for a temp. Oh, and it counted as overtime pay so, you’re welcome.”

Yeah. The job was busy work, but he’s okay to work with. I would just like to read his mind so I can know what kind of Sebastian I’m going to get……

“How’s it going?” He asked casually reaching a hand out for my task clipboard.

I gulped, and handed it over, worried if my answer and checklist would satisfy him. I panicked inside a bit before I answered.

“I finished the copying, and filing for all of the 2008 toy sales sheets, and financial earnings from Ohio, Oklahoma, and Oregons’s stores. But I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to do the data entry until this evening, so I only finished the D.E. For Ohio. But uhm. But tomorrow, that’s the first thing I’ll do, and I’ll make sure I do the remainder of last years, filing, copying, and data entry for Pennsylvania, and Rhode Island stores before the deadline.” My voice trembled out way too fast but still as professionally as I could.

Sebastian’s eyes were big though as I tried to breathe silently, waiting for his retort. I bit my tongue and drew a drop of blood, I was so nervous.

“Wait, you finished Oklahoma and Oregon’s sales paperwork too?” he asked sounding surprised flipping a few papers over on the clipboard.

Crap was I not supposed to? It said on there to do ‘data entry, copying, and filing’ for ‘O. Ohio and Oklahoma, and the next on the list was Oregon’. I thought I had to complete all three today.

“Yes sir. Was I not supposed to?” I asked, a little high pitched.

Sebastian flipped the pages back to the front.

“No no no, you did it right. Don’t worry, it’s just….. I expected you to barely finish Ohio by tonight let alone…..” He flipped the pages again.  “Damn kid. You’re quick.”

Oh.

Oh!

I exceeded expectations.

Awesome!

I smiled a little, but looked down so he wouldn’t see it. “Okay. You trained me really well.”

He mumbled, “I guess so.” And handed back my clipboard.

”So um…. Am I free to go?” I asked, pausing before adding the reason, “Because uhm… I have a paper due tomorrow, and I have to type it up and everything-“

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah. Cool. Uhm, you’re fine. Good work Anderson. You’re doing a lot better than anyone thought you’d do. I made the right choice taking a chance on you.  Sexy to look at and flawless at work.”

The ‘sexy’ comment was just eye roll worthy, but, “Stop…” I muttered blushing a little at the ‘flawless work’ compliment, and put my head down hoping to hide it. He made me blush the first few times he said I was sexy during my training simply for being flattering and a compliment, but now, it’s just frustrating. I told him I have a boyfriend.

“Don’t be modest. You’re doing great. Tomorrow I’ll get some of the guys to show you how to half ass the D.E. to get through it sooner. The corporate guys in New York only look at a few numbers. The rest don’t matter.”

I wish he would’ve told me that before. The damn data entry was the most time consuming and boring part of the day! I’d have finished it all if I had a shortcut. “Okay. Thanks.” I said simply.

“All right. Get out of here. I’ll see you back here tomorrow at 3?”

I nibbled the inside of my lip. He made it sound like a question, but I know it was a command. I probably shouldn’t correct him…….

“I’m scheduled at-um…”

Ok bad idea. I knew I shouldn’t have opened my trap. He looks kind of daring at the moment.

“What?”

“Uh. Boss isn’t it 3:30?” I said skeptically, biting the inside of my lip a tad too hard.

Sebastian just stared at me, a devious and questioning smile curling at the corner of his lips, before turning, and walking inside the confines of his office.

Ok then... I guess that's my answer. So much for my 7th period class. Sorry Mr. Phelps

3 o’clock it is.

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