Chapter 14

It was a beautiful morning in New York City. June had finally arrived and the weather was absolutely beautiful. Blaine found parking near Jay Street and walked over to Kings County Court. He tightened the knot of his red and navy blue striped tie as he walked to the entrance, thanking the young lady who waited for him with the door open and returning her polite smile.

Technically he was still on vacation, but that was fine. Blaine didnt come here to work even though he was here on business. He showed his ID to the officer and signed in, though the man already knew Blaine from having seen him often.

"Im here with Jones Day," Blaine said anyway. "Looking for the Lieberman vs. Astoria Bank case…"

"Room 224," the guard told him before waving the next person forward. Blaine thanked him and walked off, removing his Rolex so that he could go through the metal detectors.

He arrived at the courtroom and entered quietly, not wanting to disturb the flow of things. There were quite a few people in attendance for this case, journalists not included, and Blaine took a seat in the second to last row as he tried to catch up with what was going on. Judge Cranston looked bored as Timothy spoke—Judge Cranston always looked as if hed rather be anywhere else.

"So I—I think as to that, the important point is that—that is an example of what may be an idiosyncratic decision by an employer to provide an accommodation to a particular employee. I think, as the plaintiff stated—"

"Well, I dont know that its idiosyncratic, you see, because I dont know all the workplaces, and I can imagine that employer have all kinds of different rules for different kinds of jobs." Judge Cranston sat forward and looked directly at the man he spoke to. "What I do know, Mr. OBrien, is that if you wish to get anywhere with your case, then you and your defense need to return with the proper documentation to substantiate your claim."

"Your honor—"

"Court is adjourned until Wednesday morning at 10, Mr. OBrien. Come with some evidence or judgment will be in favor of the plaintiff and your counterclaim will be dismissed."

The bailiff stepped forward after the judge stood and exited. "All rise!"

Blaine stood to his feet along with the rest of the court room. That was actually a lot quicker than he expected it to be. He watched Timothy look at Mr. Jamison—one of their firms Partners and the man who allowed Blaine the decision to find someone to replace him on the case. Blaine tried not to smile at the look of disappointment on the mans face as he exited the row he sat in, waiting for Timothy to see him. He knew he probably shouldnt be there but there were things that they definitely needed to discuss. If Sarah was going to be Sarah, Blaine was going to make himself heard through Timothy.

The media tried to get answers from both parties as people made their way out of the courtroom. Blaine checked his watch to see that it was now 11:15. He had an hour to pick Kurt up from the airport, but this wasnt going to take much longer.

"No further questions," Mr. Jamison barked as he made his way to the door, stopping short when he saw Blaine. His eyes went wide at the sight of him, obviously not expecting to see him there, but that wasnt anything compared to the face Timothy was making.

"Anderson… whatre you doing here?"

Blaine smiled, shaking the mans hand and following behind him. "Actually I returned from my vacation a bit early and I thought Id check up on you two, sir… see how the case was going."

Timothy softened his glare as he walked around them, making his way to the elevator. "Well Im sure you saw that. Cranston doesnt want to hear anything I have to say."

Did you screw his wife for years, too? Blaine smiled, looking at his Partner.

"Honestly," Mr. Jamison put a hand on Blaines back and led him to the staircase, away from Tim and the crowd of reporters. "Im surprised you didnt ask Nicholas Duval to take your place in this case, Blaine. Im not knocking OBrien but theres a reason he decided to focus on family law recently… I dont know if hes cut out for this."

Blaine opened the door and started towards the staircase. "I brought up the case to Tim and he told me he wanted the opportunity to prove himself to you, sir. I gave him all my notes and he shouldve been well prepared."

They reached the second floor and the older man handed his brief case to Blaine as they neared the exit. Blaine held it, walking alongside him. Mr. Jamison buttoned up his blazer and put his sunglasses on before taking it back. "He has two days to dig himself out of this mess he created. Ill see you next weekend at the benefit dinner I presume? You and Sarah."

Blaine looked at the man and opened his mouth to reply.

"No excuses," he slapped Blaine on the shoulder and winked. "Now go enjoy the rest of your week off. I have a golf date in the Hamptons."

Mr. Jamison walked off, leaving the courtroom without another word. Blaine watched as he disappeared from sight and sighed. He was a sponsor for one of the largest charities in New York, and every June they held a fundraising event. Celebrities attended, media showed up, it was a big deal. Blaine had of course taken his wife for the past two years, but now that they werent together, would she be showing up with Timothy?

What would be the response if Blaine took Kurt? Not as a family friend but as his actual date…

"Why are you standing here? Waiting to kick my ass?" Timothy asked with a smile, brushing past Blaine and continuing through the lobby. Blaine rolled his eyes and walked ahead to catch up to him.

"Actually, we need to talk. Now."

Timothy turned back to look at him. "Are you knocking me from the case? I have it under control—"

"Its about my daughter," Blaine stepped outside first and looked around the Downtown Brooklyn neighborhood. "I know that youre with Sarah and thats fine. I wish you both the best. But since youre the man shes seeing and I assume shes living with you—"

"She is, for now." Timothy faced him and folded his arms. He had several inches on the younger man but Blaine was never intimidated by him. "You dont seem as bothered by the two of us as I thought youd be."

"It sucks what you two did what you did for two years behind my back, but I got over it," Blaine explained. "Shes just my daughters mother. Thats all. But the thing is, with Madison being around you, all this pettiness needs to stop and we have to talk man-to-man."

Timothy nodded. "Youre right… and I wont make her call me daddy if thats what this is about," he answered. "I know shes your daughter."

Blaine was quiet. People continued to walk by them as Timothy resumed.

"Ill be honest with you. I was jealous, Blaine. Youre four years younger than me and you had a life I wanted. The money, the beautiful wife, the loving daughter, the home. But that wasnt even good enough for you."

Blaine looked away. "I had a lot of things but something was missing."

"Cock?" Timothy asked with a smile. "I guess, depending on your lifestyle, it could be a pretty important piece to the puzzle."

"Tell me if you cant take this seriously and Ill just arrange for Sarah to spend time with Madison away from you, thats all."

Tim smiled. "Im sorry. Im listening."

Blaine shook his head. "Id love for Madison to see her mother often, but I want to know shes not around someone whos going to be disrespectful and expose her to an environment that I wouldnt want her around. Now Im saying this to you because your girlfriend—or whatever she is—is too obnoxious and set in her ways to actually listen to anything I have to say."

Tim looked away, staring across the street.

"If she ends up having one negative thing to say, Timothy, Ill make sure I get full custody."

"So you can play mommy and daddy with Kurt?"

"Kurt has nothing to do with you," Blaine said quickly. "I said what I had to say. Best of luck on your case and Ill see you two at the Charity Benefit."

Tim watched Blaine walk off before following after him. "Excuse me? Dont tell me youre actually going… you know Sarahs going to be my date?"

Blaine shrugged. "Great for you." He walked away without a second thought, knowing that Timothy was most likely enjoying every moment of this. It mightve been a terrible idea to show up at a place like that with a new boyfriend while your ex-wife floats around the room with your subordinate, but why the hell not? If Blaine was going to leave the firm, he should get to leave on a high note—happy, with someone he cared deeply about. If Sarah was half as happy as he was when he was with Kurt, then hell, kudos to her and Tim. Cheers for everyone.

One thing was for sure, and that was no matter what, Madison wasnt going to be harmed by everything Blaine was dealing with. It wasnt her fault, and she was his princess. She deserved the absolute best. Sarah could either get herself and her lover on board with that and be the woman Madison needed, or she could get lost. Simple as that.

…

"…Yep. Yep, dad. Im fine," Kurt checked his G-Shock as his dad spoke into his ear. "Alright. Yes, I love you too. Hug Carole for me. Ok. Bye."

He successfully hung up the phone and looked around for one of the Anderson vehicles. Standing here in the hot sun wasnt on the agenda, and Kurt could definitely pay for a taxi on his own. He checked the time and decided to wait a bit longer, wondering if Blaine forgot to send George for him. Oh well.

To: Sebastian

Landed safely. Ill call Hunter when I get the chance. I hope youre enjoying quality time with your father.

He slid the phone into his pocket and decided hed go stand on the taxi line—even though it was long as hell—as a just in case. Before he could get there, an all-black Infiniti Q70 pulled up, beeping twice. He smiled when he saw the driver hop out and wink at him, quickly going over to take his things.

"Youve been missed, Mr. Hummel. I hope your trip brought you great joy and peace."

"Hello, George." Kurt smiled at him as he nodded, not arguing when the man grabbed his luggage. "The trip was excellent, thank you. I wasnt sure if you remembered to come for me," he added with a laugh, walking over to the back door. He opened it as George put his things in the trunk and Kurt was startled to see Blaine in the back seat. "—Oh?"

Blaine was dressed in dress shoes, navy blue pants, a white shirt, and a red and blue striped tie. Kurt found it reminiscent to the Dalton Academy uniform, minus the blazer, and wondered if the man was channeling his inner Warbler. He was stuck staring at the way Blaine rolled up his shirt sleeves and the man laughed.

"I guess you werent expecting to see me…"

Mr. George walked up and held the door for Kurt, waiting expectantly for him to get in. Kurt smiled as he was brought out of his reverie and eased himself into the back seat, making sure he was out of the way when the driver slammed the door shut. Kurt blushed as he turned to Blaine. "I wasnt expecting you… I just thought you arranged for me to be picked up."

"I guess Im full of surprises," Blaine said with a smile, reaching over to take the boys hand. When George got in, he immediately rolled the partition up without prompting. Kurt always wondered if he knew something, but he didnt want to entertain that thought. If he did know something, what did he think would be going on back here?

And for some reason, Kurt was automatically reminded of all the sexting theyd been doing since the first time. His wrist was still hurting…from... and now he was in a closed space with Blaine; the mans hand holding his.

"I missed you so much," Blaine whispered with a smile, though he stayed on his side of the car. Kurt could tell he was laughing without even looking at him, mainly because he could feel the blush on his face right now.

"I missed you, too."

They were driving now and Kurt licked his lips. Blaines hand was still on his and he used the free one to push his glasses higher on his face.

"How was your flight?"

He turned to face Blaine and smiled, staring at the gorgeous eyes that stared back. "It wasnt so bad. It was only about half full and was quiet. I got a lot of rest."

Blaine nodded, brushing his fingers over Kurts hand and seeing the goose bumps rise on his skin.

"Why are you all dressed up? You know its still your vacation so please dont say you went to work…"

Blaine laughed. "Well you werent around to keep me in check…"

"Blaine—"

"I only went to talk to see if Timothy was doing half as badly as I predicted hed do in court, and then I had a lovely chat with him afterwards."

The look on Kurts face was pure worry, and it made Blaine move a little closer to him.

"No," he smiled. "Nothing got out of hand. But hes doing worse than I thought on his case and it was quite pathetic. And I think I got my point across during our conversation…Well see how that goes." He leant his head on Kurts shoulder and looked down at their hands; fingers laced together. The positioning made Kurt smile and he closed his eyes for a moment.

"You really missed me?"

Blaine scoffed. "Yes. I think you can tell by the pictures I sent you that Ive missed you."

Kurt didnt mean to laugh, but he did. Blaine picked up his head just so he could see him, smiling at the way he blushed. "But in all seriousness, Ive just missed being in your space. Even if it annoys the hell out of you," he trailed off, laughing.

Kurt shook his head no, though. The last thing he hated was having Blaine Anderson close to him. He actually wanted nothing more than to get back to New York and just be able to share a room with him—but it was weird now. Now, he wouldnt have to steal glances from the man. It wasnt anything like it was when theyd first met, where the two of them would catch the other looking. Now, they were together and they didnt have to hide any feelings. Kurt looked out Blaines window before his eyes landed on the mans lips. "I may not say much, Blaine, but even if we werent together, spending time with you would still be one of my favorite things."

Blaine was silent for a while. He smiled, blinking as he looked over at Kurt. "Whatre some of your other favorite things?"

"Hm," Kurts hand trailed along Blaines arm, brushing over the dark hair and back down to his wrist as he thought about that. "I like spending time with Madison, too. Listening to music. Kicking Sebastians ass at video games. Kissing you…" he smiled. "Im a simple guy."

Blaine nodded, biting his lip a bit. "I like simple."

Kurt laughed, facing forward. "So, Im finally going to be able to see the new place, huh?" he checked the time. "We have a couple hours before Maddie gets out of school."

"I have a lot that I want to show you," Blaine said, sitting up straight and grabbing his ringing cell phone. It was a call from his mother and he stared at the screen before pressing decline. Kurt wondered who it was, watching as Blaine returned his phone to his pocket. He could see the outline of it in his pants, against his thigh—the outline of the PHONE—and as Blaine continued he looked up at him. "The place came out so amazing. I know I wont shut up about it but Im serious."

Kurt smiled. "Youre going to make me want to abandon Sebastian for you, arent you?

Blaine smirked. "Dont put any ideas in my head."

"You know what Im most looking forward to, though?"

They were on the highway in no time, going towards Brooklyn. Kurt smiled as Blaine gave him that flirtatious look—that thing he did with his eyes that made Kurt want to poke them out… or adopt children with him, he wasnt sure which one just yet. "Whats that?" Blaine asked.

Kurt rolled his eyes at the way Blaine wiggled his eyebrows. "Well, the whole great thing about you leaving Sarah wasnt so much about me as it was about you doing something that made Blaine happy, right? Well Im happy that I get to see you doing something that makes you happy… Im ready to hear you perform."

Blaine chuckled softly as he nodded. "Well that much is true. And you kind of ruined one of the surprises I had planned for your return but, whatever. Ill still let you have a song."

Kurt laughed. "You were going to perform for me anyway, huh? I know you too well, old man. Youre a sap."

"Im not a sap. I was intending on performing when we got home anyway—it just so happened that youd be in the vicinity."

"Oh my god," Kurt laughed as he sat back in the seat. Blaine shrugged. "Whatre these other surprises, though? It better not be anything crazy…"

"What makes you think Id do something crazy, Kurt?" Blaine asked, smiling when Kurts fingers found his own. He wasnt entirely used to Kurt being the one to reach out and touch, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop him. "I dont even know what you mean by that."

Kurt smiled as he watched them zoom past cars. "You know… like a freakin helicopter on the roof with my name on it or something."

Blaine burst out laughing, reaching over to the mini-fridge and pulling out a Coke. "Kurt I really am not that bad…"

"Youre bad," Kurt accepted the bottle and smiled at him. "Thank you for this. I dont know if youre trying to make fun of me by handing me a soda…"

"Pretty much, baby boy." Blaine grabbed a beer and winked. "Id make you warm milk if I could."

Kurt bit his lip to stop from laughing. "Alright. I hope Madison is kind enough to rub Bengay on your back because Im not putting up with it." He opened the bottle as Blaine laughed, and he knew he could get used to this. This could seriously be a thing, the two of them.

…

Mr. George offered to carry Kurts luggage inside the Brownstone home, but he promised he could handle it on his own. Blaine ended up carrying his backpack while he pulled his suitcase behind him, crossing the quiet street and walking over to the place that the Andersons would now call home.

Maybe even Kurt. One day.

Of course, the home was gorgeous. Blaine watched Kurts face for a reaction as they walked up the steps and to the double wooden doors. He smiled as he pulled out his keys and unlocked the doors, stepping inside and gesturing around with a twirl.

"Were home! This is it," he did an adorable dance that Kurt struggled not to laugh at, closing the door behind them.

Ok. So this place was incredible. If Kurt thought the 5th Avenue condominium was a big deal, it was because he hadnt seen this place yet. That fancy interior designer that the Andersons used obviously knew what the heck she was doing—between the beautiful hardwood flooring and the warm color scheme that invited you in, Kurt knew that if someone asked him what his dream home would look like, hed point them in this direction. And hed only seen the hallway.

There were paintings that most likely caused a grip along the wall, as well as some family photos. Kurt looked around and started to laugh when he saw a baby picture that belonged to Madison—her curly afro out of control.

"This is… Im just… wow," Kurt laughed as he apparently lost his train of thought, leaving his suitcase there in the doorway and taking a few steps down the hallway. Blaine laughed as he followed, Kurts book bag still on his back.

"I know when you stutter you tend to be in awe. Remember that morning you saw me coming in from the gym and I saw you in your towel…?"

Kurt blushed as he turned around. "If you ever want to see me like that again, stop teasing me about it."

Blaine laughed, about to take Kurts hand and lead him to the living room when the teen wrapped his arms around his neck. A moment later, there was a kiss on his lips and Blaine closed his eyes, having to grab Kurts hips just to steady himself. How was it that he forgot how much he loved Kurts mouth on his? The way his boyfriend would tilt his head slightly and start off so soft, and then eventually dive in and ask for more.

Who was Blaine to tell him no?

This time, right before Blaine could back them against the wall in the hallway, Kurt pulled away and smiled against his lips. Blaine loosened his grip and stared at him for a moment. He didnt want to stop. There was no need to stop.

"I missed that so much…"

Blaine licked his lips and smiled. "Maybe we should catch up on lost time…" he moved his hands across the expanse of Kurts back in the McQueen shirt he wore, down to where it was tucked into his skin-tight jeans. "But first I need to show you the house so stop distracting me."

Kurt bit his bottom lip as Blaines hands moved lower. He was starting to squeeze places and the virgin in Kurt didnt know how much more of it he could take. "My hands are above the waist, Mr. Anderson. Where are yours?"

Blaine smiled, kissing Kurt once more before dropping his hands entirely. He moved out of the boys space and Kurt watched him walk off, smiling at the fact that he still wore his North Face book bag. "Im digging the schoolboy look on you, by the way."

Blaine turned around and winked before disappearing into the first room.

Kurt didnt know how much of this he could take before undressing. Someone had to give him props for not trying to seduce someone like Blaine Anderson from the first moment he saw him. He couldve dropped to his knees as soon as Mr. Anderson opened the door for him the morning of his interview, but he had some reserve, and he was now being rewarded for it.

Kurts jaw dropped rather comically when he walked into the living room. First of all, none of the descriptions Blaine used for the place was accurate enough. It was huge, and so beautiful, and the white grand piano really made this look like somewhere they could enjoy holidays, singing carols by the fireplace with Madison, or just doing stuff on top of it … (Down, boy) and then there was the gorgeous furniture set and the TV on the wall and the flowers and the rug that reminded Kurt of Blaines eyes…

Im spiraling. Get a hold of yourself.

"Do you like it?"

Kurt laughed, shaking his head at the ridiculous question as he took a step further inside. "Like it? I think this is so beautiful, Blaine. The piano… wow. I have to hear you play."

Blaine looked at him as he slid the bag off his shoulders. "If I play for you… you have to read me something youve written before." He walked towards the piano at the corner of the room and sat down at the bench, looking at Kurt for a reply.

Kurt took a few steps towards Blaine and shrugged a bit. "I havent written anything of quality in a while… well I havent seriously written. Its more of a for fun thing, you know?"

Blaine smiled, nodding his head. "I know. Just like this is for me. But at the same time," his fingers touched the keys and Kurt listened to the soft melody filling the air. "Sharing this is sharing a part of me, because Im passionate about music. Even if I let that passion lay dormant for years. I think its the same with you and your art," Blaine said, moving his fingers along the ivory and softly tilting his head as he got into it. Kurt watched the small smile on the mans lips and knew that Blaine wasnt lying. This was something he loved. He wanted to see him in his zone like this always. "I think the things youre maybe too shy to share with me through our conversation— our interactions… I think I can learn them about you when you share something with me that youve created."

Kurt nodded his head, and Blaine didnt know if he was agreeing or simply trying to advance the conversation. He turned back to the piano and began playing the melody of the song for Kurt, the song hed been rehearsing over the past few days and driving his daughter mad over. Kurt took a few steps closer, sharing a seat on the piano bench with him.

"Dont laugh at the song choice, ok? I just… and dont look too deeply into it. But it made me think of you because of the man I know youll be… and I want to be by your side the whole while. Thats all."

Kurt smiled at the reddening of the mans cheeks. "You? Blush? This must be a serious song."

Blaine smiled for a moment before beginning to sing, not particularly looking at Kurt. If he looked at Kurt, hed see how beautiful he was, and if he saw how beautiful he was, hed fuck up the lyrics. If he fucked up the lyrics then Kurt would find this funny instead of romantic and that was not the plan. Kurt slid closer on the bench, facing the piano and looking from Blaines hands to his face.

New Rochelle, New Rochelle,
Thats the place where the mansion will be
For me and the darling bright young man
Ive picked out for marrying me.

Hell do well, I can tell,
So it isnt a moment too soon
To plan on my life in New Rochelle,
The husband of my darling tycoon.

Kurt wondered how a man could be so beautiful. A voice this gorgeous—he didnt know if he did any good on earth to deserve hearing an angel sing. The song was aimed to him, at that, and Blaine played the piano in a way that looked like he didnt want to hurt the keys, like the instrument was so precious to him. He sang the next part with a small smile, though he still hadnt looked up.

Ill be so happy to keep his dinner warm
While he goes onward and upward;
Happy to keep his dinner warm
Till he comes wearily home from down town.

Ill be there waiting until his mind is clear—

"Blaine."

He looked up, stopping mid-lyric. Kurt was staring at him in a way he didnt think anyone had ever looked at him.

"Youre beautiful."

Blaine smiled. "Im not finished…"

"I dont think I can wait any longer to kiss you, Blaine."

He sat there; hands still on the piano keys. And then Kurt moved closer, removing one of his hands and sliding onto his lap. Blaine watched as his boyfriend settled on top of him at the piano bench and draped his legs over the other side; his hands moving up to Blaines tie.

"Ill read you anything you ask me to if I get to see you like this. Youre incredible, and if you ever forget that then Im not doing my job correctly."

Blaine nodded, watching Kurt remove his glasses and place them on the bench beside them. The boy blinked a few times and then smiled, placing a kiss on Blaines forehead. "You—I dont know. You make me feel worth it. I dont want to give you a sob story, but there havent been many times in my life where Ive felt like I was worth something, but youre changing that. I feel like I have a place I belong," Kurt said softly, speaking just so that Blaine could hear him as he kissed the mans lips this time. "Thats so important to me… I couldnt even tell you."

Blaine exhaled through his nose as he wrapped his arms around Kurts body. "This right here is how I want us to be going forward," he replied. "I want to be able to know what youre thinking and I want you to feel good enough to share it. I dont want to lose this… this is what I want from us."

Kurt smiled, letting his forehead drop against Blaines as he sat in the mans lap. "I want this and so much more with you, old man."

Blaine laughed, kissing his chin. "Next time you need to let me finish the song I pick. I was going to really sing the hell out of the being pregnant line."

Kurt laughed too, rolling his eyes. They ended up staring at Blaines lips and he moved in, pecking them softly. Blaine held him close and reciprocated, all until he felt Kurt pulling back.

"Im nervous about being this close with your daughter around… and hiding our relationship as well."

Blaine looked down at the mention of Madison in regards to what they were doing. He didnt know if he should tell her right now or not… but not was what he was leaning towards. The girl already had so much on her plate with the divorce that throwing in two new guys wasnt what she needed. Timothy was bad enough. And while Kurt actually cared for her, there was still the possibility hed be seen as a bad guy if Madison didnt really understand as much as she led on to.

"I want this," Kurt whispered, sucking on Blaines bottom lip as the man held him close. "But I dont want to get too comfortable in this and have it ruin a good thing with your little girl…"

"Dont worry about that."

"How can I not?" Kurt asked. He placed his hands on Blaines face and made the man look up at him. "I love that little girl. As pathetic as it may sounds, shes one of my closest friends—"

"That doesnt sound pathetic," Blaine said. "Shes mine too. But we deserve each other. I dont want to tiptoe around our relationship… Madison adores you, Kurt."

He nodded, wrapping one of Blaines loose curls around his finger tip. He loved when a strand escaped from the hair product that held it all so perfectly together.

"And while I dont want to come out and say you and I are together right this minute, I do want her to know sooner rather than later. If we act weird around each other, my daughter, the fucking CIA operative, will pick up on it."

Kurt laughed, throwing his head back and looking up at the chandelier. "Youre right."

"Im always right." He kissed Kurts cheek.

"Lets not reach…" they smiled at one another, and Kurt leant in to kiss him again. The next few were soft, and a little sensual as Blaines tongue poked out and ran across Kurts bottom lip. Kurt couldnt help but think about their last sexting session when Blaine did that—flashbacks of the things his boss said hed do with his tongue as he bent him over still playing fresh in his mind. He moved his hands down to Blaines shoulders but pulled back when he moaned.

"Ok. Ok… We have like twenty minutes to see the rest of this house before we leave for Maddie. Lets be serious this time."

Blaine smiled, arching an eyebrow. "Or, you can kiss me for another minute and moan like you just did again. That was hot…"

Kurt laughed.

"The house will be here when we get back," Blaine said, trying to initiate something again. Kurt playfully slapped him away and reached for his glasses.

"Stop… come on. I want to see your room."

"Oh?"

Kurt laughed. "Oh my—no! Not like that."

"You said what you meant," Blaine stood up and undid his tie a bit, not even bothering to adjust his boner. It could stay there. Kurt knew what he was working with. "Lets go through the dining room and into the kitchen, then back out through there to the hall."

Kurt fixed his glasses and led the way, walking throughout the home. He ran his finger along the counter top in the kitchen and wondered how much the granite was worth. He could probably cash in all the appliances in the kitchen, along with the tiling, and pay for the rest of his tuition.

Blaines hand was on the small of his back as they stepped back into the hallway. Kurt smiled at him as Blaine opened a door that was across from the kitchen.

"Say hello to my office."

Kurt walked in and smiled as he took a look around at things. Of course there were degrees and law text and executive leather chairs. Kurt turned back to him as he walked over to the desk. "So are you planning on working from home?"

Blaine nodded. "For a while. After I leave Jones Day I think Ill do some independent work for a while. Spend the summer with Madison for the most part… but I liked the idea of not having to leave every day and spend hours away from home, relying on your or someone else to pick up the slack with things around here."

Kurt picked up a framed photo on the desk of him and Madison and stared at it for a while. "I didnt even know you took this…"

Blaine smiled. "You two are beautiful." His boyfriend looked up at him. "I snuck a couple pictures of you… several that youd probably delete because youre doing that adorable laugh of yours where your ears turn red—"

"Delete. Them."

Blaine laughed. "Nuh uh, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt smiled at the photo and put it back down on the desk. Between the piano and here in his office, Kurt didnt know where he wanted to fantasize about his hot, older boyfriend doing crazy things to him first. "You said relying on me or someone else to pick up the slack…. Are you planning on firing me?"

Blaine bit his lip as he folded his arms across his chest. Kurt stared at him for a while, knowing he should be listening to the answer, but that tie hanging loosely around his neck and those muscular arms across his chest distracted him for a few beats.

"…besides, I know youll probably get a fabulous job interning with some major journalism company and one day well both be working fathers." He winked and lowered his hands into his pockets. "Were going to have to hire someone that we trust and that Maddie thinks is cool, though Im sure no one will ever replace you in her eyes."

Kurt didnt want to linger on the working fathers for too long. Hed play the scenario into the ground and jinx it or something. "I know. Im pretty awesome."

"Meh."

"And you just reminded me I need to look into internships."

"Ill help you look when the time comes. Lets go into the basement."

Kurt started to walk but then stopped. "I hope you know I dont want any more of your handouts, as wonderful as an apartment is. I want to land any job I get on my own. Dont put in any good words for me…"

Blaine looked offended as he held his hands up. "Whoa… Im just offering to help you look, handsome. I know that youre brilliant…"

Kurt eyed him a while longer before yanking him by the tie and making the older man laugh as they went down the stairs.

Blaines own personal gym was down here. He had an elliptical and treadmill, weightlifting zone, punching bag, just about anything a guy could ask for. Kurt considered working out with him sometime, but sweating wasnt really his thing….

They made their way up to the second floor, finally, and Kurt cooed over how adorable Madisons bedroom was. Thankfully there wasnt an overload of pink in here, but the canopy bed was a nice touch, and knowing the little girl, she loved it.

She also mustve loved her playroom. There was a freaking stage for crying out loud. But Kurt wasnt going to let this one turn into Rachel Berry that was for sure.

"You spoil her." Kurt shook his head and stepped out of the room, watching Blaine smile proudly as he closed the door. "You spoil me. You spoil everyone, dont you? I bet theres a hobo somewhere out there right now driving a Prius."

Blaine burst out in laughter as he rolled his eyes, walking past Kurt. "Shut it. Heres your room. I mean, the guest room…."

Kurt smiled, ignoring the slip up as he peeked inside. "Because your guests will need a 50 inch screen while theyre staying here. Or a huge closet, and a king-sized bed?"

"They might," Blaine said. "He dragged Kurt down to the end of the hall. "Ready to see our bedroom? I mean the master bedroom."

Kurt smiled. "Show it to me."

Blaine lifted an eyebrow but quickly recovered when he was pinched. "Ouch. OK. Come on," he laughed, opening the door and tugging him inside. Kurt looked around and was amazed at how … almost bacheloresque it looked, but sexy at the same time. He liked the dark colors and the feel of the carpet beneath his feet. Blaine went and jumped on the large bed, legs spread out as he leant on his elbows and looked at Kurt.

Too suggestive.

"What do you think? Ive got a master bath with a Jacuzzi and a his and her sink, though in this case itd be his and his," he winked. "Weve got surround sound to drive out any noise the neighbors would frown upon," he winked again, "And I love the space in here. It feels so open… so free."

Kurt licked his lips as he took a step further in, walking towards the media center. "Its definitely amazing. I dont know what else to say. I love it."

Blaine smiled at him. "You know youre welcome to stay, right?"

Kurt smiled.

"If you want. I mean technically right now you have to stay until you move into your place with Bas and Hunter—"

"You just reminded me I need to call him," Kurt said, more to himself than to Blaine. He walked over and sat down next to him, not wanting for his back to touch the mattress because god only knew whatd happen if that were to occur. "Weve got—Hunter and I have to go look at the place and take measurements and all. Bas will be back in another couple weeks."

Blaine sat up too and nodded. "Sounds good. We can go look at furniture once thats done."

"Dont forget Im not taking any handouts from you."

Blaine looked at him like he was ridiculous. "What? I cant even furnish the apartment?"

Kurt reached for his phone when he heard a ding. "You got me an apartment! Dont you think thats enough?" he laughed, looking down at the phone. "Oh. That mustve been you. Ive got no notifications."

Blaine reached for his phone and looked at Kurt. "Whats wrong with me wanting to take care of you?"

"Nothing," Kurt said. "I want to take care of you too. But you dont have to do it with your money. You do it with your money for everyone and I dont want to ever get to the place where I feel entitled like she was, and Im in more of a relationship with your wallet than I am with you."

Blaine watched Kurt for a moment and smiled as the boy fixed his glasses, then his hair.

"I dont know what to do with you."

Kurt smiled. "You can do a lot of things with me, just let me and my roommates buy our own stuff, ok?"

Blaine looked down at the message from Cooper. "Does part of you think if you let me take care of everything, you wont have anything to show for it god forbid we do breakup?"

Kurt was quiet. He shrugged and swung his legs out. "I wouldnt put it like that. I just dont want you to throw money at me because youre used to doing it to keep people happy, you know? And the fact that this is something new for us does make me hesitant, but its mostly because I care about you, Blaine."

Blaine rolled his eyes at the message before leaning over to kiss his boyfriend. "I care for you, too. And I promise Im not trying to buy you or any of that shit, ok? I know how things were with Sarah and thats not what Im doing here."

"I appreciate that." Kurt kissed him again and smiled when he was met with a mouth full of tongue. "Ew. You have to build up to that moment."

Blaine laughed, showing him the message. "Read."

Kurt picked up the phone. "Blaine, I have your daughter. I picked her up from school early and we went out for ice cream and then to Chuck E. Cheeses. If you want her back, because Ill keep her and you know good and damn well this isnt a joke, you and Kurt must report to dinner with my wife and I tonight. Your nephews are also hyped up on a lot of sugar, so you should probably brief Kurt on their behavior before you come. Be here at 5 sharp. Love, Cooper."

Blaine shook his head. "Im kicking his ass for signing her out of school."

"And feeding her all that nonsense," Kurt shook his head too. "I worked hard planning her diet and he just ups and takes her to get ice cream and pizza?"

Blaine laughed. "Uh oh. You sound like a parent. Since we dont have to drive to Maddies school and shes hanging with the guys, what do you say I let you take me on a date? We dont even have to go dutch, Ill let you pay for the whole thing."

Kurt grinned at that idea. "It sounds excellent. But you havent shown me the third floor yet… is it completed?"

Blaine smiled. Kurts space was definitely completed, but that was part two of the surprise, and he wanted that to be done when they had a little more time. "Maybe when we get back. Do you want to stay in here while I change clothes or should I let you leave?"

Kurt smiled, laying back and getting comfortable. "I can handle it, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine licked his lips and turned away. Kurt was surely going to be the death of him.