"Can I take your order?" He asked for the hundredth time today. He had a fake smile plastered on his face as he took down the table orders before walking back into the kitchen to check them in.

His shift felt like it was going on forever and he was pretty sure that he wasnt even half way through it.

He tended not to look at the time while he worked; it made the time tick slower.

He had been glad when he got this job, after looking for so long he had literally jumped around the room. He didnt think that he would learn to hate it.

People were just so full of hate and he found that people didnt even expect that he could do his job right.

He sighed and walked out into the main café area and walked up to another table.

"Can I take your order?" He asked once again.

…..

Blaine pulled over to the side of the road, he knew that he was back in Ohio but he still wasnt completely sure where Kurt worked. He flicked up his visor and pulled his phone from his jean pocket.

He pulled up the app for google maps and searched the Lima Bean. It popped up and he smiled, Kurt was right it was the only one in the whole of Ohio.

He pushed the visor back down before taking one last look at his phone memorizing where he had to go. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and indicated back onto the road.

It was only about five minutes from his current location; he started to feel his stomach swell with nerves. He didnt even feel this nervous when he was about to do a gig, maybe he had gotten used to it?

His mind was running full pelt as it tried to remember all of the different turns it took to get there. He should have asked for a satnav.

He took one final turn and saw some parking spaces along the side of the road outside some cafes and restaurants. His smile widened on his face as he saw the sign of the Lima Bean come into view.

He parked next to it and climbed off, pulling the bike onto its stand. He didnt know how Kurt was going to feel about going on a motorbike, or if he would want to go with him at all for that matter.

He looked towards the Lima Bean trying to see if he could recognise him from the outside, he noticed the sign on the door saying that he needed to take his helmet off if he wanted to go in.

He hesitated before pulling it off, instantly reaching for his hood and pulled it over his head, taking a large breath before walking into the café, he looked around but he couldnt see Kurt.

"Kurt, take this to table 7!" A voice yelled and Kurt suddenly came scrambling out of the back room with two hands full of plates.

He smiled at the uniform that he had on, he looked cute with his black skinny jeans, red and black shirt and the little black apron that was tight tied around his slim waist.

He walked the other way towards a table in the far back and he began to follow.

He watched as Kurt laid the plates on the table with a smile.

"Sorry I kept you waiting," Kurt said as he laid the last plate on the table.

"I didnt expect much," one of the guys on the table mumbled and Kurt bowed his head looking to the ground.

Kurt looked back a fake smile now plastered on his face. He stood back by the bar watching as Kurt was disrespected.

"Can I get anything else for you?" Kurt asked and the man looked up smug.

"Yeah, get out of my face," the man said through a laugh and Kurt nodded before walking away back in to the back room.

He sighed moving to sit on the table that was next to the rude men. He kept his hood up and hoped that this was the area where Kurt was serving.

"Stupid queer," one mumbled and he turned to look at them. He was sick of people being homophobic.

"You better watch your mouth," he said giving the man evils.

The man gave out a low laugh. "You dont have to protect him, he chose to be that way," he said like it was a normal conversation between strangers.

"Actually being gay is not a choice and you shouldnt make it seem like a weakness because its not, its a strength because when youre gay you have to deal with bigots like yourself and like Kurt just did, you have to keep on smiling," he said with a small smile at the end that said take that bitch .

The man gave him a weird look. "Do I know you?" The man said and he shook his head.

"Nope, never seen you before in my life," he said turning back to his table.

"Im sure Ive seen you somewhere," the man continued putting a hand on his shoulder. He could have used his bouncer around about now.

"No you havent, take your hand off me," he said shrugging off the large hand.

"Can I help you?" A voice said and he looked up looking into beautiful light blue eyes. "Blaine," Kurt said shocked dropping his pen onto the floor.

He smiled at him before bending down to pick up the pen for him before handing it to him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Kurt continued taking the pen from him.

"I want you to come to my gig," he said simply, giving him a small shrug.

"I cant, Im working," Kurt said his eyes wide. He wasnt sure if he was shocked or angry.

"Stuff this job Kurt, youre so much better than this," he said looking around.

"I need this job to pay bills, to get food, to live. We dont all have tonnes money Blaine," Kurt said. He was a little taken back by the comment but he understood.

He nodded. "Please just come with me, Ill get you another job, I wouldnt be bothered but I can see that you hate it here and its getting you down," he whined.

"Ive tried getting other jobs Blaine, they dont want me," Kurt said after taking a look over his shoulder to make sure that none of the other staff could hear him.

He thought for a second dragging his hand through his hair. He smiled before standing.

"I need to make a phone call, Ill be back," he assured before walking towards the door of the café.

He pulled out his phone and called Steve raising the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" Steve answered.

"Hey, you know youve been wanting me to get an assistant but I keep saying that I dont need one?" he said getting straight to the point.

"Yes," Steve said sounding a little nervous.

"Well Ive changed my mind and I know just the person for the job," he said excited.

"Who?" Steve asked.

"His name is Kurt; I was at his house when you traced my phone so youve met him. Hes a nice guy," he said and he could feel Steves frustrating through the phone.

"Do you have feelings for him?" Steve said bluntly and he scoffed.

"No," he lied. Glad that he was pretty good at acting.

"As long as you dont have feelings for him, then I guess I dont have a problem with it but you can pay him," Steve said and a smile grew on his face.

"Ok, thats fair enough," Blaine said before they said their goodbyes and he hung up. He was glad that he hadnt asked why he went back to Ohio, or if he even noticed that he was in Ohio but he was sure that as long as he got to the gig on time then he didnt care where he went.

He walked back into the restaurant noticing that Kurt had gone back to serving, Kurt turned and walked towards the back room and he followed him as he disappeared into what he assumed would be the kitchen.

He was right, as he stepped into it the heat of the kitchen hit him and looked around not wanting to stay in there too long.

"Kurt, food for table 5!" A man yelled. He saw Kurt walking across the kitchen and he walked towards him stopping him just as he was about to pick up the plates of food.

"Blaine, you cant be back here," Kurt said giving a small shove towards the door.

"Just come with me, please," he said as Kurt picked up the plates of food.

"I cant, I dont know why you dont understand that," Kurt said and he stood in front of him stopping him from leaving the kitchen.

"Kurt! Why the hell arent you taking out the food?" A large man stormed towards them making him feel a little uneasy.

"I doing it now, Aaron" Kurt said quietly.

"You let someone into the kitchen?" Aaron said gesturing to him.

"He didnt let me in sir, I walked in," he defended not wanting to get Kurt into trouble.

"Same difference, youre on a fine line Kurt," the guy sneered. "Some of the customers dont like you as it is," Aaron continued.

Kurt turned to Aaron putting the plates on the side. "I quit," Kurt whispered.

"What?" Aaron asked looking somewhere between angry and confused.

"I quit!" Kurt said louder untying his apron and throwing it to the ground. "Come lets go," Kurt said going back to an almost silent whisper.

"You leave Kurt and you will never work here again," Aaron yelled and he looked at him.

"Ill make sure that he never works here again," he said before walking out following Kurt. He pulled his hood further down onto his head just in case someone had seen the commotion and knew who he was.

The walked out into the street and Kurt sat down on the curb. "I can believe I just did that," Kurt said rubbing his eyes probably hoping that what had just happened was a dream. He sat down next to Kurt.

"Listen, I know that this might not sound like the best job in the world, but Ill pay you well and it means that you can come on tour with me if you want an-," he started but Kurt cut him off.

"What are you saying?" Kurt whispered looking up at him.

"You could be my assistant, if you want to I mean," Blaine said suddenly nervous about hearing the answer.

"You want me to be your assistant?" Kurt said with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, if you want to," Blaine answered wanting to make sure that Kurt knew that this was a choice.

Kurt smiled and nodded. "That sounds good".

"Great! So will you come back with me?"

"Now?" Kurt said his eyes widening.

"Yes, I need to get back for sound check," he replied.

"I dont have any clothes or anything," Kurt said and he cursed himself. He hadnt thought about that.

"Ill buy you some new ones," he shrugged.

"Blaine…" Kurt said and he sighed pulling out his phone and looking at the time.

"Ok, we can go to yours and get some clothes but you have to be quick and dont pack too much," he said and Kurt frowned.

"Why not?" Kurt asked and he smiled looking towards the bike. Kurt followed his glance and he looked back at him shocked when he was what he was looking at.

"No way," Kurt said standing.

"Come on Kurt, Im a good driver I promise," he said with a wide smile.

"Im going to hate this arent I?" Kurt said moving towards it and he stood and walked over with him, using his keys to go under the seat and grab Kurts helmet and handed it to him.

"I dont think you will," Blaine smile quickly pulling his hood down and putting the helmet on his head.

He looked at Kurt who was looking at the helmet.

"Are you going to put it on?" he asked but Kurt just kept staring at it.

"Blaine, its going to mess up my hair," Kurt said and he started to laugh grabbing the helmet from his hands and shoving it onto his head.

"There you go," Blaine said and Kurt gave him evils.

He climbed on to the bike and pushed it off the stand, gesturing for Kurt to get on the back. Kurt did as he was told and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist.

He started the bike and they were on their way back to Kurts, not long after Kurts arms started to loosen a little showing that he was warming to the ride.

He pulled onto the path outside Kurts apartment and turned off the bike, he pulled off his helmet as Kurt climbed off.

"Im gonna wait here," he smiled at Kurt who was tugging the helmet off of his head.

Once Kurt had got it off he nodded before walking towards his apartment. He didnt know how long he had waited but finally Kurt appeared with two bags packed with stuff.

He climbed off the bike and opened the seat allowing Kurt to drop one of the bags into it before he slammed it shut again.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked holding onto the bike to make sure that it didnt fall over.

"Yeah, Im sure," Kurt smiled.

"Ok, lets go," he said putting the helmet back on as Kurt did the same. Kurt shrugged the second bag onto his back and climbed back onto the bike wrapping his arms back around his waist.

He started up the bike and he got back onto the road. He just hoped that he made it back for his sound check.