Chapter 2

Two weeks had passed since Kurt took the job as Nanny for the Anderson family. So far, things had gone smoothly for the teen at his new place of employment. Things were actually going a lot better than he expected. It was probably an insult to the Andersons that Kurt expected his tenure as their nanny to go horribly, mainly because of their differences in socioeconomic statuses, but he was grateful that at the end of the day he was yet to be belittled for having less and knowing less about their lifestyle. Some days, it almost felt as if Kurt Hummel belonged.

Some days.

The best thing about being employed by the Andersons had to be Madison. Madison was the sweetest little girl on earth; Kurt was certain. Of course, like any six year-old, she did have her moments where she got a little cranky— around bedtime, around wake-up-and-get-ready-for-school time, around your-parents-are-home-now-so-Kurt-has-to-leave-now time. It was expected. Some days she flat out refused dinner in hopes that her mom would bring her home some of the baby cupcakes she loved so much from the bakery in downtown Manhattan, and it took some work to compromise with the first grader. At least eat half of your ravioli. Chef Boyardee worked hard on that. Despite all of these things, Kurt adored how this little person could have such a huge personality. She loved asking questions and learning more about any and everything. She loved to keep busy, and there was never a dull moment. Kurt really liked how Madison didnt judge him like other people did, mainly his peers. He felt like he could be himself around her—four eyed with the large, burgundy frames and less than fashionable clothing, tons of Doctor Who episodes on his laptop, his obsession with Neil Gaimans Twitter account—she didnt care. Madison was basically the coolest new friend he could ask for.

Kurt had to admit that he was rather surprised when the two weeks had ended and Sarah and Blaine didnt approach him about having found a new nanny from the agency. The teenager was certain that Sarah wouldve made good on her initial plan to get him a desk job with some magazine company and find herself a nanny that was more experienced—one that shed maybe feel safer leaving Madison with. Surprisingly though, that didnt happen. Last Friday, Mr. Anderson got home while Kurt was making himself and Madison peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Before he could even greet the man hello or ask how his current case was going, Blaine had handed him his paycheck and asked Kurt when hed be moving in.

It wasnt like he didnt have an option. Kurt couldve told the family no if he wanted to. They knew where he stood on the whole live-in thing initially. But, Kurts outlook on the situation had changed. He enjoyed spending time with the little Anderson, and Blaine and Sarah were really nice bosses. Well, Sarah was pleasant for the most part. Sometimes. He could deal. The pay would go up if he were to move in, he would get free room and board, and hed have weekends off. It wasnt a gig at the Science Museum but he wasnt going to complain.

He moved his belongings in on Sunday evening. It wasnt much—more books than anything— and his collection of plaid button up shirts and suspenders did add up over his first couple years in college. Besides that, he was a light mover. One of the Andersons drivers picked him up from his dorm room and drove him uptown to the 1212 Fifth Avenue condominiums, and when he arrived, the Andersons welcomed him with a little ice cream party. It was the most at home Kurt had felt since leaving his father back in Ohio and starting afresh in the big city.

Blaine Anderson gave him a tour of the building and all of the amenities that were offered. Kurt tried his best to ignore how the man would touch him as he spoke. Mr. Anderson did a lot of talking, which was fine. Kurt didnt have much to say too often, but he was a good listener. It worked well for their relationship. Mr. Anderson was a hands-on guy as well. When they reached the basement, Blaine stepped off of the elevator first; his hand on Kurts back. He showed Kurt the gym and though Kurt doubted hed be spending any time in there, he nodded and smiled when his boss looked at him and went on and on about how amazing the treadmills and elliptical bikes were, and how they have Yoga and Zumba instructors come in on certain nights of the week. Next, they went to the indoor pool on floor 3. Blaine told him that there was one on the roof as well that opened during the summer. Kurt nodded, fixing his glasses over his face as they walked close enough through the halls that Mr. Andersons arm brushed against Kurts.

Kurt most certainly wasnt crushing on his straight, married boss, Blaine Anderson who he just so happened to live with now if thats what youre thinking. Not one bit.

The fifth floor had a Starbucks and one of those Au Bon Pain restaurants that youd find in airports or Amtrak stations. Residents were sat in the cafés eating or working on their laptops. Blaine explained that he wasnt much for Starbucks so he didnt frequent here too often, but there was a place on West 20th called Café Grumpy that he and Maddie would take him to one day. She loved their cookies and he loved the coffee. Kurt smiled at the idea and stuttered out that hed love to, internally kicking himself for stuttering in the first place.

His first week living with the Andersons went decently. The first couple nights it had been hard falling asleep. His bedroom was large, he had a king sized bed with a duvet and a walk-in closet. It was incredibly empty because he barely had any clothes—Kurt was an outfit repeater for the most part—and this being his new sanctuary Mondays through Fridays took some getting used to. Eventually, he got the hang of it though.

It was very convenient being able to wake up and go down the hall to get Maddie ready for school. Traveling uptown to the Anderson residence every day did get old fast, and expensive. Now, he didnt have to worry about that.

Kurt was also thankful he couldnt hear anything from Blaine and Sarahs bedroom. He had this huge fear before moving in that hed be able to hear the things they did at night, but it was pleasantly silent.

A week had taught him that he probably couldnt have gotten a better job. He was chauffeured to and from school for starters. Madison was a pleasure to work with. She was smart and needed very little guidance with her homework. She sometimes let him try out new recipes on her at dinner time. Not always, but their experimenting had been fun so far. She wasnt messy, so the light housekeeping he had to do wasnt terrible. The maid handled the laundry, including his. Life was pretty sweet.

His alarm clock went off at 7 oclock on Friday morning and Kurt found himself groaning. This wasnt so sweet. If there had to be a downside to his new gig as Anderson Family Nanny, it was definitely this. Before he had a job, Kurt got two extra hours of sleep a morning on Mondays through Thursdays, and on Fridays he could sleep as late as he wanted to. There were no Friday classes on his schedule, but there were definitely Friday classes on Madisons schedule. Adios to sleeping late. Though to be fair, Kurt tried to remind himself that before he had a job, he was also as broke as a joke. He could sleep when he was dead.

Kurt put on his glasses and then a shirt before exiting his brand new bedroom. It was his fifth time waking up in the condo but he still hadnt quite gotten used to the glamour of it all. After sleeping on a twin sized bed in a dorm room that you shared with someone else, waking up in a king sized bed in a home that was easily worth 1.5 million dollars could throw you a bit. Kurt shook it off though and focused on what he was supposed to be doing. Yes, living in the Anderson home was amazing but getting caught up in a lifestyle Kurt knew nothing about could easily become detrimental.

Kurt knocked twice on Madisons bedroom door before entering the pink on even more pink decorated room. Naturally, it was a struggle to get her up, but Kurt succeeded when he promised bacon pancakes with scrambled eggs and strawberry syrup. He drove a hard bargain.

Rubbing at his eyes beneath his glasses, Kurt went straight into the kitchen and after yawning, began to prepare breakfast. As the water ran and the teen looked for an appropriate skillet, Sarah Anderson entered with her purse in hand and trench coat thrown over her arm. "Dont forget she has ballet lessons after school and to make sure she doesnt forget her reading response when its homework time."

Kurt nodded. He learned very quickly that she wasnt the Good morning! type of person.

"The maid should arrive while youre taking Maddie to school and youll be back here before Blaine and me, so just make sure she does a decent job. I swear shes stealing. I should have cameras installed," Sarah mumbled the latter as she put on her Louboutins. "Howd you sleep?"

Kurt turned the stove on and looked at her. "Well," he answered.

"Im going to be in the office in and out of meetings all day, so Ill be in late. Ill see you tonight."

Kurt pushed his glasses up his face and forced a smile. He couldnt explain it but he always felt a bit of anxiety when he was around Mrs. Anderson. It was odd how she could be so intimidating without even trying. "Have a great day."

The woman answered a phone call and exited the condo without another word. Kurt took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Sarah was like a whirlwind. A very powerful whirlwind.

He loosened up a bit. The morning news was turned on in the living room, Good Morning America playing on the 96 inch screen. He listened to the weather report as he prepared breakfast and opened the cap on the mouthwash for Maddie when she came out of the bathroom unable to open it. Blaine was a lot stronger than he realized. About 15 minutes later, he had breakfast prepared and could start to get himself ready.

Blaine Anderson walked in the kitchen dressed in business casual attire. He had a grey sweater thrown over a blue collared shirt and dark denim jeans. He smiled when he saw Kurt and then smiled harder when he saw the breakfast. "Well good morning, Mr. Hummel. Is that food?"

Kurt blushed at the sight of him. A lot of guys caused Kurt to blush from time to time, but none of them had children he watched over or wives that he worked for. Get it together, Kurt. "Im actually working on a jigsaw puzzle here in the kitchen at the stove."

Blaine stopped what he was doing—halfway through putting on his watch—and stared at Kurt. The boys cheeks were scarlet and he looked down at the dishes he washed as he tried to stumble his way out of it.

"I-Im sorry, Mr. Anderson. I—Just, sorry—"

"Your sarcasm is refreshing." Blaine was beaming as he said it; the smile bright enough to light up the room. Kurt chanced a glance at him and sort of smiled back. He was honestly afraid that his boss would get upset at him for the quip. God only knows what Sarah would say if he pulled that with her. Blaine took a seat on the bar stool and watched Kurt. "I didnt know you had it in you, but I like it."

Kurt tried his hardest not to color any redder than he knew he already was. "So youre not mad?"

Blaine smiled and shook his head no. "I know that you work for my wife and me, Kurt, but that doesnt mean that Im against you having a little fun. You can feel comfortable around us, I promise."

Kurt placed the dishes in the washer and then smiled at his boss. "I-Ill keep that in mind."

"Great," Blaine said, looking at his daughters plate. "Do you think shed mind if I ate that?"

Kurt laughed as he dried off his hands. "Id mind if you ate it. I promised her bacon pancakes and eggs if she woke up and she woke up. I have to make good on my promise."

"Ah." Blaine grinned as he pocketed his cell phone. "Bribery. Youll make a great dad one day."

Kurt smiled, feeling his cheeks heat up once more.

"I cant remember the last time I had breakfast at home. I usually pick something up on my way to the office. Ive been a fan of the really greasy stuff as of late. My wife threatened to take my bank card away if she saw Remedy Diner printed on our bank statements going forward."

"Well if youre in a rush I can put some egg and cheese on a bagel for you. I wouldnt want you to be on punishment, and that stuffs no good for you anyway."

Blaine watched Kurt until he looked up at him and smiled, nodding a bit. "That would be great. Maybe one day Ill work my way up to bacon pancake status."

The nanny rolled his eyes playfully, making his boss laugh. "Maybe so."

They were quiet while Kurt worked. Blaine glanced into the living room and listened to the entertainment news. Sometimes hed sneak a peek at Kurt but not for too long because it was evident the teen didnt feel comfortable with him watching. Then he realized that he was watching and quickly looked away. After a while he got wrapped up in the television programming. He could hear his daughter singing to herself as she got ready for school and he smiled, turning back to Kurt who smiled as well. Maybe some light conversation would be nice. "So what does one Kurt Hummel do on his Friday off from NYU? Oh, thank you."

Kurt placed the cup of coffee down in front of Blaine and nodded as a youre welcome. "He hangs out with his friend Sebastian and hopefully doesnt let Sebastian get him into any trouble."

Blaine swallowed a taste of the coffee and then added a couple spoonfuls of sugar. "Sebastian, huh? Is he cute?"

Kurt laughed a bit as he went back to scrambling eggs. "Um. People certainly think so but hes my friend. Sebastian also has a plethora of boyfriends and Im not one of them, nor do I have any intention on being. Not that hed want me to be."

Blaine watched as the seriously shy kid finally loosened up a bit and looked comfortable talking to him. It felt like an achievement of sorts. Itd been three weeks and up until this moment, Kurt usually laughed politely and went back to being quiet when Blaine had said anything to him. The man was almost jealous of his daughter for being able to have a decent conversation with Kurt. He liked this more forward side of Kurt and hoped to see more of him. "Theres nothing wrong with being single."

Kurt toasted the bagel and looked up at Blaine; his blue eyes a bit brighter through the lenses of his wide-framed glasses. "Thats easy for the happily married man to say."

Kurt found it weird when the small smile Blaine had slowly began to fade away. He didnt push the conversation any further, instead grabbing a bit of foil to hold his bosss egg and cheese sandwich in. Once he was done, he handed it over and forced a smile. "Here you go."

Blaine perked up and smiled back, accepting it. "This looks amazing, Kurt. Thank you."

"Certainly," Kurt replied, noticing Madison run out from the hall with her long, dark hair swinging. She jumped into her dads arms and kissed him goodbye.

"Oh, thank you Princess! I love you."

Madison squeezed him tightly before hopping down and going to her breakfast. "I love you too Dad. Have a great day."

"You too sweetheart. Goodbye Kurt."

Kurt waved a bit as he watched Blaine walk over to his briefcase, already eating the bagel. "Have a good day."

"Ill try." He looked back and tipped his coffee cup. "Stay out of trouble with Sebastian."

Kurt smiled and nodded.

Madison squirted strawberry syrup over her food after her father closed the door behind himself. "So when am I going to meet this Sebastian kid?"

"Hopefully never," the teen said, brushing his hair back with his fingers. "I like you the way you are without being influenced in any way by Sebastian Smythe."

She smiled a little and grabbed her fork. "Did my mommy leave?"

"Yes." Kurt looked at her. "She didnt say goodbye to you this morning?"

"No," Madison told him, a bit more ok with that then Kurt thought she should be. "Sometimes she forgets."

Kurt frowned a little before catching himself and looking around the kitchen. He began to pack her lunchbox, trying not to think about what was just said.

"You should get dressed. I have like twenty minutes to be at school."

Kurt checked the time and his eyes went wide. "Oh shucks! Ill be right back."

Madison laughed at her silly nanny before focusing on her bacon pancakes.

…

"So are you excited to hear about this double date?"

Kurt stared down at the menu of the diner his friend brought him to. Sebastian had this big grin on his face that Kurt ignored, only studying the brunch specials.

Basically, Sebastian had been trying to get Kurt to double date with him since freshman year, only hed been unsuccessful.

Until now.

Since Kurt lost a bet that Sebastian could convince a girl he was straight, he had to agree to go on a stupid double date. Kurt didnt get the point of it. As he told his friend time and time again, he was perfectly fine not dating. He knew he wouldnt be any good at it and to be frank he didnt want to try.

Sebastian never listened, though.

"Kurt?"

"No. Im not excited. In fact, Im dreading it with every fiber of my being."

Sebastian rolled his eyes and sat back as they awaited the waitress. "Hes cute. Hes British! With an accent."

Kurt looked up at him while taking a drink from his water.

"Kurt," the boy sang with a smile. "You wont be upset with me for long. Not when you meet him."

Kurt placed the cup down and looked around the quiet restaurant. Most people were in school or at work at this time. "Youre so busy trying to convince me that Ill like him but whos convincing him that hell like me? Does he have his own personal Sebastian saying Oh, hes a bit of a geek and he rarely talks but hes ok company!? Because if not, you should get him one."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. He had the most difficult guy in all of NYC for a best friend. He was just as difficult as he was stubborn. "Kurt. Youre hot. You have that whole hipster nerdy thing going on that people really dig; you just dont want to work it to your advantage. This is you, Kurt. Youre not trying to be that guy, you are that guy. These other dudes out here are posers."

Kurt ignored him.

"You dont believe me for whatever reason but a lot of guys ask me whats up with you. A lot of guys are interested, Kurt. Youre just so comfortable being in your shell that you cant see it."

Kurt still didnt say anything. His friend sighed.

"I just want to help you get out there, Kurt. One date. Youre missing a lot of enjoyable things out in the world. Were attending a university in the city of New York. You should relax and take advantage of it."

"I guess."

After the waitress took their orders, Kurt fiddled at his bowtie and tried his hardest to avoid Sebastians eyes. If it wasnt for that dumb bet, he wouldnt be doing this.

"What would help you feel more confident, Kurt?"

This earned Sebastian a snort and then laughter. Kurt looked out the window the two were sat by and shook his head. "A whole new personality, to be honest. Ive gotten used to the fact that Im not a people person, and thats fine by me. I dont really want to be. I like things the way they are."

Sebastian nodded. "Ok. Thats fair. And to be honest, I like you the way you are as well. But how about you do something for me?" The older teen laughed softly as his friend pulled his glasses off, and Kurt gave him an uncertain look as he cleaned them on his white polo shirt.

"That all depends on what you need done."

"Fair enough." Sebastian cleared his throat. "Lets go shopping—"

"I absolutely hate shopping—"

"I know," Sebastian said. "But this is a onetime thing only. Ill pay for everything."

Kurt took a deep breath. "Im listening."

"Ill take you to one of my favorite places in the heart of SoHo. Well get you some nice clothes that actually fit you. I wont change your overall style, just…" Sebastian made a face as he tipped his head to the side, observing Kurts current outfit. The bowtie was cute. The suspenders were like his trademark. "Ill just introduce you to something new."

Kurt rubbed at the nape of his neck as he considered all of this. It made him feel uneasy. "I think that if you want me to change the way I dress for some guy then you want me to be someone else. If youre afraid Ill embarrass you then maybe I shouldnt attend this double date. Maybe you should take your guy out by yourself."

"Kurt," Sebastian began, shaking his head and rubbing at his temple. "I just asked you to step out of your comfort zone and try something new for once because I care for you. Youve been wearing the same style of clothing since before you could dress yourself. Change is weird for you Kurt, I get that. But maybe if we can introduce you to something new youll see that theres so much out there to offer. I dont want to change you. Im just hoping to help."

Kurt watched his friend for a moment before looking away. He did believe Sebastian. Hed been one of the only friends he had since moving to New York, though there were a few he was close to back in Lima. Sebastian only wanted to help, and if Kurt wasnt comfortable at least it was only the one time.

"Kurt?" Sebastian was smiling now. "Please?"

"Fine."

His friend grinned again and placed both his hands on the table. "Really? I promise you wont hate me after this!"

Kurt smiled softly, looking down at his hands. "I hope youre good at keeping promises."

…

Kurt ended up taking a taxi back uptown after the little shopping spree with his friend. Theyd gotten a ton of new clothing that Kurt wasnt particularly fond of, but they werent terrible. He didnt normally wear denim jeans but Sebastian said his ass and legs looked incredible in them.

"I didnt know you had such an amazing shape. British guy is going to eat you up."

Kurt decided that when he picked Maddie up from school, theyd go get her mini cupcakes and then head back to the condo so that he could show her his new outfits. There was still a couple hours before her day was over though, so Kurt figured he could get back home and start working on assignments and maybe prep for dinner before getting her from school.

The doorman Pernell was actually nice to Kurt now that hed moved in. He offered to get Kurt help carrying his bags up to the 15th floor, but the boy told him he was fine, regardless of the fact he tripped over his own foot juggling all of the new clothes. A man exiting the elevator as Kurt entered smirked at his clumsiness.

"Careful, kid."

When he got to the Anderson front door and unlocked it, Kurt was surprised to see Sarah in the living room. She was reapplying her lipstick and stepping into her designer heels when she realized that Kurt had entered the apartment.

"Oh? Kurt…?" The woman looked around quickly and reached for her coat. "What are you doing here? Arent you supposed to be in class?"

One of Kurts bags slipped out of his hand and he struggled to hold onto the others as he nudged the front door closed behind him. "Oh… n-no this is my day off. I dont have class on F-Fridays."

Sarah looked down at the bags in Kurts arms as the teen attempted to push his glasses up with his tricep. "I do remember you saying something like that. Hm. Ill make note of it."

Kurt placed everything down around the coatrack and took off his jacket. "Is everything ok? I know you had to work late."

"Oh, everything is great." Sarah smiled, though it wasnt hard to see how fake it was. "I came back for lunch. Im on my way out right now."

Kurt nodded.

"If you can pick up Blaines dry cleaning after you take Madison to her ballet class, thatd be great."

"Sure." Kurt watched the woman shrug into her coat and then sway sexily as she walked to the door. "No problem."

"If you head out for the weekend before I get home tonight, have a great weekend and Ill see you Monday."

"You too."

The door closed and Kurt let go of a breath he wasnt even aware was locked inside his chest. The teen stood there for a moment trying to get his head on straight, and once he calmed down, he carried the shopping bags of clothes into his bedroom and lay down for a while.

…

The day flew by after Kurts run in with Sarah. There was dance class and homework (Kurt liked getting Maddies homework out of the way and giving her parents the weekend to relax) and going to the dry cleaners and cooking dinner. Kurt didnt get a chance to model his clothes for Maddie because they were both beat from the busy day, and chilling in front of the TV to watch a Disney movie was much more appealing.

Blaine got in a bit after six and literally went on about how good the egg and cheese on a bagel was for four and a half minutes. After they had a quick chat about how the day went for Madison, Blaine allowed the teenager to go home for the weekend. He let Kurt know that he was going to do any work he had from home on Monday, so hed see him then.

The weekend went by slowly. Kurt spent it in Barnes & Nobles spending the money he budgeted for new books there, and also in his dorm room reading those new books. On Sunday, he got text-yelled at by Blaine who found out he picked up his dry cleaning for him. Kurt didnt bother telling Blaine that Sarah instructed him to do so, he was sure that Blaine knew anyway. Besides, it was a cute conversation where Kurt tried to convince his boss that it wasnt a big deal, but the man promised he was capable of picking up dry cleaning on his own. As Kurt sat in Central Park, enjoying the lovely spring afternoon in May, he and Blaine texted back and forth about the book he was reading and the man gave him a couple recommendations before having to go to dinner with his in-laws. Kurt thought Blaine was kind to chat with him outside of work. It was almost like they were friends, and it was nice to actually like your boss.

Well, not in that way, but Mr. Anderson was a cool guy.

The next morning when Kurt arrived back at the Anderson condo to get Maddie for school, Sarah already had the girl in her uniform and ready. Kurt greeted them both before the woman was leaving the apartment, on her way to Boston to attend a business meeting. Kurt was surprised that Blaine wasnt around since the man said he wasnt going into the office that day, but he was partner in the law firm. Anything couldve happened and he couldve been called into work.

Kurt checked himself in the mirror and made sure he had everything as Madison walked up behind him. "Im ready!"

"You look super pretty, Maddie. Shall we?"

"We shall!" She took his hand and they headed out the door.

Although Madison was a super fun first grader to be around, her friends werent. Maybe that was an unfair generalization of the boy to make but he didnt care. Not after one of them had gotten chocolate milk all over his khaki pants and blue New Balance sneakers. That was probably going to be the first and last time he stayed with her while the class ate breakfast.

Kurt checked the time as the driver dropped him back at the condo. He was definitely going to be late for class at this rate because there was no way he was going to school without showering the stickiness off of his legs.

Kurt picked out a new outfit and then grabbed his towel and body wash, rushing into the bathroom at the end of the hall. The condo was as quiet as it always was and he tried to shower quickly, wondering just how bad his professors sarcastic comments when he showed up late would make him feel, as well as the judgmental eyes of the other people in his classroom.

The teen sighed softly as he forced himself out of the bathroom. The water pressure was fantastic and he definitely wanted to stay longer. As he headed back to his room—slippers on and towel wrapped around his waist, still wet from the hot shower—his heart just about stopped as he saw Blaine walking down the hallway. Blaine was dressed as if he was coming from the gym and the sweat covering his body and drenching his curls alluded to the fact that hed definitely been working out. He had his earphones in and was singing along to a song Kurt was unfamiliar with when they caught eyes.

Blaine felt himself freeze in his spot.

Kurt, their nanny, was standing at the end of the hall by his bedroom door. Blaines eyes dropped from the boys red face, down to his shirtless body. He looked at his wet torso and focused specifically on his abs before finding his eyes glued to the V line of his hips—a slim waist wrapped tightly in a towel.

Blaine closed his eyes when he realized he was staring. He swallowed hard, and shook his head. After picking up the music player that had dropped and wrapping his earphones around them, Blaine licked his dry lips and spoke.

"Kurt. H-Hey. Good morning."

Kurt hadnt moved at all. Blaine wasnt sure if he was even breathing. The man tried to smile as he thought about how weird it was that he stared at this guy for as long as he had, but he weirded himself out probably just as much as he weirded Kurt out. Smiling was kind of hard. Other things were getting hard too. Other things that didnt get hard when Blaine looked at males. He swallowed hard again and tried to speak clearer this time.

"I just got back from the gym… I didnt expect you to be here… Im um, Im sorry—"

Fail.

"Madisons friend got chocolate milk all over me," Kurt blurted out at once. His eyes moved up and down Blaines body before he turned away, staring at his bedroom door. "Um… Im… I had to come back and take a shower and now I may be late for school so I need to get ready."

"Ill get showered really quickly and then Ill take you."

Kurt looked back at Blaine and both of their cheeks were red at this point. Blaine smiled a little and then gestured to his room. "Ill drive you there. Cool?"

Kurt realized he was still in front of his boss—his incredibly gorgeous, muscular boss—and that hed be entirely naked if this towel were to fall off right now. He nodded his head before disappearing into his bedroom without a word.

Blaine licked his lips and stared at the spot Kurt stood previously. He hadnt moved for quite some time, but eventually convinced himself to get rid of the images going through his head so that he could get in the shower.

It was a very, very cold shower.