Chapter 4

The week went by painstakingly slow, and while that should have been a great thing due to the fact that Kurt was in no rush to have his date that Friday, it wasnt all that great because he had one hell of an awkward week living with Blaine Anderson.

It was Thursday morning and Kurt tiredly walked into the bathroom, wiping the sleep from his eyes before reaching for his toothbrush. Only one more day of classes and then tomorrow was the big one—British Guy double date with Sebastian, whod be bringing a guy hed been seeing for a few weeks now. That made it very serious for Sebastian, but while Kurt had almost a week to mentally prepare himself for this, he still wasnt even a quarter of the way ready.

To be fair, a lot was on his plate right now. Besides the fact that finals were approaching before he was off for the summer, itd been a hell of a week with the Andersons. Well, not all of them, but specifically Blaine. No matter how much Kurt wanted to do anything but think about how weird things were between him and Mr. Anderson, that was pretty much all he could do. Their relationship tended to go up and down between friends who hung out on the sofa talking about whatever would come to their minds, and then from there to weird acquaintances who only greeted each other hello or goodnight. Sometimes there was the occasional would you like another cup of coffee? but Kurt didnt count that because it was technically him doing his job. Things had just been so strained.

It wasnt only because Kurt had a mega crush on his boss, Mr. Anderson, or that the lawyer seemed to be showing interest back—whether or not it was serious or just his playful, teasing nature didnt matter. It wasnt only that things at the pretend fashion show got really weird because Blaine seriously looked like he wanted to help the nanny out of the clothing instead of into them. It wasnt only that whenever they happened to be alone, be it on the sofa watching TV or a movie or in the kitchen— Kurt starting dinner while Blaine looked through the fridge for an energy drink— somehow, some way the two would end up making contact. It was the type of contact that was completely unnecessary, like there would never be a need for Blaine to touch the small of Kurts back as he ran a glass under the faucet, or for him to allow Kurt to not only fall asleep on him while they watched something together but to continue sleeping with not one attempt at waking him. Kurt shook his head as he brushed his teeth. Sure, it was his fault for falling asleep and ending up with his head in Blaines lap, hed take the blame for that part. But he wouldnt take the blame for Blaine not doing the right thing and nudging him awake. Sarah couldve walked in, or Madison, and that wouldnt have looked good on either of their parts. Kurt didnt know why he was so upset with Blaine but he knew he was seriously upset with him. He was mad at himself for being so affected by this as well, but mostly he was mad at Blaine.

It wasnt only all of that, though. It was the fact that some nights, Kurt could hear them. He could hear everything. Well, mostly Sarah. Sometimes it was like she wanted the building to know she was having sex—and their condominium was huge so him being able to hear was ridiculous. Kurt could only hope that Madison was as sound a sleeper as she was in the morning when the nanny went to wake her up for school. But that, that was what tipped Kurt over the edge. And no, it wasnt because he sort of liked his boss. No way. Kurt Hummel was smart. He knew there was no way he had a chance in hell, and he was perfectly fine with that. The less complication there was in his life, the absolute better his life was. What made Kurt upset was the fact that Blaine seemed to be going out of his way to…to… he couldnt explain it. What he could explain was he wanted nothing to do with being the butt of someones joke; the gay kid that Blaine made feel the way he did for shits and giggles while he turned around and boned his wife at night. Thats why Kurt made sure to keep his distance the past couple days... well except for the one slip up where he ended up sleeping on Blaine. But besides that time, Kurt stayed in his room. When Blaine texted him, hed give short answers, and when the man asked if Kurt wanted to grab a bite to eat with him and Maddie since Sarah was late in the office last night, Kurt politely declined. Whenever Blaine was on the sofa watching a show, Kurt would go right to his room. Sometimes hed even lock it. He could tell that the man knew he was being avoided, and he could tell that it bothered Blaine by the look on his face sometimes, but Kurt had to do what was best for his own self sometimes.

After washing his face, Kurt exited the bathroom, clicking the light off. He went to Madisons room, trekking in his navy blue slippers, and attempted to wake the girl up. Hed given her five extra minutes since Sarah and Madison happened to stay up a little later painting their toe nails and having Mother-Daughter time. If Mother-Daughter time consisted of ten minutes of nail polish every few months, Kurt seriously felt bad for the little girl.

Surprisingly, Maddie didnt give him much of a struggle today. Kurt laid out her outfit and walked the girl to the bathroom, helping her with the toothpaste before he explained hed go start breakfast. She smiled at that and Kurt laughed, heading to the front of the condo once more.

Apparently Mother-Daughter time also consisted of dirtying a ton of dishes and leaving them in the sink, because thats exactly what Kurt had to deal with when he stepped into the kitchen. He sighed and then looked into the living room, realizing someone left the ironing board out. But before he could internally complain about it, Blaines voice could be heard coming out of a room in the hallway. Kurt quickly realized he was having a conversation, and as the man surfaced, Kurts eyes went wide beneath his glass; staring at what was a shirtless Blaine Anderson holding the small iPhone between his shoulder and ear and carrying a wrinkled blue button-down shirt over to the ironing board that was set up. He was already dressed from the waist down—grey pinstriped pants that were definitely designer and expensive (because Blaine only dressed in what you saw in store windows along 5th Avenue), dark Armani shoes that matched his leather belt, which fastened the pants tightly to his waist, hugging his hips. Blaine fixed the shirt on the ironing board and spoke loudly on the phone and Kurt had no doubt his boss had no idea he was there, despite the water running as he "washed" the dishes.

"Were expecting this to be a short trial. The defense doesnt have a chance in hell." Blaine moved the iron along his shirt; very much focused on the conversation. "I do have to deal with Judge Cranston though. I swear that guy always has a stick up his ass."

Kurt grabbed for a plate in the pile of dishes and ran the rag across it. He was actually moving on autopilot because his eyes had been glued to Blaines body since the man got to the living room. God, he was gorgeous. He was tanned, had an amazing body, and that V-line…

Shit.

The plate Kurt was holding slipped from his hands as we went to put it in the dishwasher, causing a loud clatter as the glass split into several pieces. Kurt winced as he moved his feet out of the way just in time. This was exactly what he deserved for eye fucking his boss.

Blaine looked up, alarmed if not entirely frightened by the noise. He relaxed once he saw it was Kurt and not Madison trying to reach something and getting hurt in the process. "Jamison, Ill call you back. As a matter of fact, Ill see you in the office."

"Its fine," Kurt told him, bending down and assessing the damage as he gathered the larger pieces. Blaine put his phone down on the ironing board and rushed over into the kitchen, bending down beside him.

"Be careful," Blaine told him. "Here, just sweep it up. I dont want you to cut yourself."

Kurt flat out refused to look up because his shirtless boss was right there, inches away, helping him clean up the mess his horny nosiness had caused. "Its fine. You can go back to what you were doing. I got it."

Blaine was about to argue when he remembered that he wasnt wearing a shirt. Since Kurt had pretty much put him on time out since their whole fashion show thing, he knew it was best he got up. "Yeah. Just be careful."

Kurt nodded, fixing his glasses before getting up and going over to get the broom from where it stayed. Blaine watched him momentarily and when Kurt bent over to fix something that had fallen out of their supply closet, he had to force himself to look away from the boys backside in those sweat pants he slept in. Instead of getting a nice view, he walked back over to what he was doing prior to the plate falling, putting on his tank top and then ironing the sleeves of his shirt. It was quiet as Kurt went back into the kitchen and started to sweep the glass plate from the tiled floor.

Sarahs heels sounded as she walked in, grabbing her purse from a table near the hall. "What was that I heard fall? Please say it wasnt the Italian vase your mother gave us as an anniversary—oh, Kurt." She smiled and Kurt couldnt tell whether or not it was genuine. If Sarah went into acting, shed probably have the same number of Oscars as Meryl Streep at this point. "I didnt even know you were up yet. I mustve thought it was earlier than it is. What did you break?"

What did you break? She made it sound like he was such a klutz. Ok, maybe he was. And maybe he was in a pissy mood because he broke a plate while staring down the one person he was mad at for doing the same to him. "A plate. I dropped it. Im sorry."

Sarah smiled at him before looking at her husband. Hed just finished ironing his shirt and was putting it on, one sleeve in at the moment. As her eyes raked his body, she approached him. "Well if I wasnt in such a great mood, Id take it from your paycheck. Thats antique… hand-me-downs from my grandmother." She stopped to look at Kurt before smiling at Blaine, leaning up to kiss him.

Kurt looked away and back down at the dustpan hed swept all the broken pieces into. "Im sorry about this. It wont happen again."

"I hope it doesnt," she said when she pulled away, buttoning the top few buttons for Blaine who smiled at her. "You look handsome."

Blaine began to tuck the shirt into his pants. "I hope you arent just saying that. Today is a very important day and I want to look my best when we win this case."

Sarah smiled and gave him another kiss. "Youll do great. Ill see you tonight."

"Have a good day," her husband told her.

Sarah started towards the door but then turned back to look at Kurt, her blonde hair swinging in the process. "Kurt, is today your day off?"

He turned to her from where he stood, returning the broom and dustpan to the closet. "Oh no. Its tomorrow. Friday."

"Ok." She looked around the condo, staying quiet at first. "So youll be in classes all day?"

"Unfortunately," he tried to joke. It was just a lot harder to be casual with her than it was with… well, anyone. "Ive got Finals prep in pretty much all my courses so its an important day."

"Oh?" Sarah perked up, seeming much more chipper at the news. Kurt didnt know why. Who got excited at the thought of finals? Literally no one. But Sarah Anderson was a special breed, he told himself. "Well good luck with that!" she continued.

Kurt nodded, ignoring the way Blaines eyes scanned him. He could feel the hazel eyes on him. It was like a super power hed acquired since that Monday. "Thank you, Mrs. Anderson."

Sarah said goodbye to her husband once more before finally leaving the condo. At her exit, Kurt relaxed. Still feeling the man watching him, he shook it off and otherwise ignored it, returning to put the last few dishes in the washer and going to check on Madison.

She was dressed, now watching Sesame Street as she put on her Mary Jane shoes. Kurt poked his head inside the door and smiled.

"You always look so pretty. The boys must lose their minds over you."

"Ewww," Madison said, shaking her head. "Kurt, thats nasty. Boys have cooties."

Kurt feigned offense at the statement. "I dont have cooties!"

"Yes you do," she told him. "All boys do. Im sorry. I dont make the rules."

Kurt laughed and opened the door more. "Im sorry that I couldnt do a good breakfast. There were complications. But I can make you a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios and put the banana slices in it if youd like."

Madison clapped. "That would be awesome. But if we are running late, I dont mind eating at school."

Kurt shook his head no. "Dont forget the chocolate milk incident."

She laughed. "That was hilarious."

"Im going to go—" he heard footsteps and turned to see Blaine walking into his and Sarahs bedroom, leaving the door open. The teen turned back to the little girl. "Im sorry. Im going to get that cereal and some orange juice ready. Come out when the show is over, ok?"

"Ok, Kurt." She nodded and turned back to watch TV.

Kurt turned back around to leave and Blaine was exiting the room now—a blue and grey striped tie around his neck, brief case in hand, and a dark jacket thrown over his arm. He smiled at Kurt and gestured into the room.

"Excuse me. Gotta say goodbye to the Princess."

Kurt stopped staring and nodded, walking into the kitchen. He heard laughter a few seconds later and assumed that they were having a tickle fight. It was adorable, the two of them, Blaine and his daughter Madison, and Kurt hoped that one day when the time was right, hed have an amazing relationship with his kid as well. It reminded him that he needed to give his father a call since it had been about four days since he heard from the old man.

After he sliced up the bananas and added it to her cereal, Kurt poured a little orange juice and left it on Maddies tray at the dining room table. He was about to walk into the back to get ready when he noticed that his boss was walking towards him.

"Well Im off," Blaine said, smiling a little. "And since you didnt get the chance to cook, I cant steal off Maddies plate. Remedy Diner, here I come!"

Kurt smiled at him. "Youre so going to get in trouble."

"Ill hide the bank statements." Blaine gestured to the door. "Have a good day, Kurt. If Im home early this afternoon, everything went well in court today. If not, that means the case was adjourned for whatever bullshit the defense comes up with this time and I probably pulled all my hair out. Get a fake ID from somewhere and buy lots of liquor."

The teen laughed and nodded his understanding. "I got it. Good luck."

"Thanks. See you tonight." Blaine smiled at him—it was that toothy smile that Kurt hated because it was hands down the most beautiful sight hed ever seen, and luckily Blaine walked away before Kurts knees could give out. As soon as the man exited the condo, Kurt closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. Madison ran past him to the dining table and he shook his head out of whatever trance he was in, running into his room to get ready.

It only took Kurt a few minutes to get himself together. He wasnt one of those pretty boys that spent over half an hour on their hair or in the mirror making sure every single thing was perfect. After checking to make sure he had everything, he gave himself another look in the mirror, fixed his bow tie a bit, grabbed his wallet, and then headed back into the living space.

The first thing he saw was Maddie rushing to clean up orange juice and he smiled, tossing his wallet onto the sofa and then his Jan Sport backpack and going to help the girl out.

"Better the table than my pants."

She laughed and he tossed everything into the sink to get to later before taking her hand and grabbing his bag.

"Are you ready for today?" Madison asked. She asked the same thing every morning. Kurt was never sure if he was actually ready for whatever his day would have in store, but he answered the same every time.

"I sure am."

…

"So he was shirtless? And how close was he next to you? Did you look?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, but the coloring of his cheeks gave him away. "I wanted to but like I told you, I like this job. I dont want to get weird with my boss and lose it."

Sebastian scoffed as they walked. "But he wants to get weird with you. Im pretty sure he likes you, man."

"Hes married, Bas. To a very beautiful, powerful woman. Why the hell would Blaine Anderson want anything to do with me?"

"Because youre beautiful too and youre special in your own rights and Blaine sees that, Kurt. Married people can see. They dont say "I Do" and then lose their eyesight."

Kurt ignored him. He didnt want to talk about it. Sebastian realized by his silence that the conversation was over and didnt push it. Instead, he noticed a place to grab a bite to eat from and gestured with a head nod.

"Lets go in here."

Kurt looked up at the small deli. "Have you ever eaten from here? Didnt that guy you used to mess around with say he saw a mouse in here?"

Sebastian made a face as he opened the door for his friend. "I dont know which guy youre talking about but this place has an A rating," he said, looking at the large inspection grade A the city of New York gave the deli. "If they have an A, Im guessing there arent any rodents ruining peoples day."

Kurt shrugged and walked inside, thumbing at the straps of his backpack. So far he was done with two classes and had two more to go, but there was an almost hour and fifteen minute break between his second and third classes every day. It was usually the time he spent with Sebastian and whoever else tagged along to get lunch or walk around NYC, killing time. "Im not sure if Im hungry to be honest with you."

Sebastian joined the line behind him and looked up at the menu. "Let me guess. Nervous bug about tomorrow night?"

Kurt looked back at him. "Whats tomorrow night?"

"Our double date."

Kurt shook his head no. "Im pretty sure it was around lunch. You do remember I work, right?"

"Well it is Friday night and I know you get those off. Besides, your British guy said he had to push it a bit later because of his own work schedule so instead of lunch, well find somewhere cool to go during the night time. Well just chill. Im going to work around your schedule for sure though, man."

Kurt sighed. "Thank you for that, I guess. But to answer your question, no, Im not not hungry because Im nervous about tomorrow. I just dont think I want anything. I did have that donut."

"The one the boy who spilled chocolate milk on you gave you?"

Kurt nodded. "He was super sorry about it."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You cant be full off of a donut. Im certain that you have Professor Tilly in a couple hours so you better eat something. Hes going to give you a fucking migraine."

Kurt smiled, playing at his glasses. "Youre right."

"You can pay though, since you live on Fifth Avenue and work for a millionaire and his wife who Im sure makes a 6 digit salary."

Kurt rubbed the nape of his neck as he reached for his wallet. "Alright. But dont break my bank— oh crap."

Sebastian looked away from the menu to Kurt who was going through his pockets. "Whats wrong?"

"Im like 100 percent sure I left my wallet on the sofa this morning."

Sebastian smirked. "Sure you did. If you want to be a cheapskate and not pay after Big Daddy Bas balled out and bought you all those clothes, then just say so—"

"Oh shut up," Kurt said, smiling. "Seriously. I dont have my wallet. I need to go back to condo."

"Cool. Ill just come with."

Kurt was already heading to the door as he shook his head no. "I promised Mrs. Anderson before she even hired me that I wouldnt have boys over."

Sebastian laughed as he watched his best friend pull out his cell phone. "Um, last I checked we werent going over there to eat each others dicks. Youre getting your wallet and were leaving for food, right?"

Kurt blushed at the crude words from his friends mouth. "You are so disgusting. –Hello? Yes, hi Mr. George. This is Kurt. Yes, I need a lift back to the condo." He was quiet. "Ill be right in front of the building you dropped me off at. Thank you so much."

Sebastian slid his hands into his denim jeans pockets as he smiled. "I really hate you."

Kurt shrugged with a smile. "I guess it sucks to not be me. Ouch," he said with a laugh as Sebastian pushed him.

…

Sebastian was either easily impressed or had a hard time keeping quiet. Kurt thought it was mostly the latter as his best friend ran his mouth about how amazing the building was.

"Dude," he said as they went up in the elevator. "You live in a fucking palace."

Kurt smiled at him. "I wouldnt go that far, Bas."

They got off at the top floor and Kurt pulled out his key as they went to the door. As he unlocked it, Sebastian looked around the beautiful halls and shook his head.

"If I never had motivation to get rich before, this is it."

"Your parents are rolling in money."

"Thats my parents, Kurt. And, they arent rolling in Top Floor Condo on the Upper West Side money. Ohio money isnt the same as this type of money."

Kurt opened the door and walked in, heading over to the living room. But, he stopped in his tracks, seeing clothes all over the carpeted floor. There was a what the…? from Sebastian as it registered to him, too. The bra lying by the kitchen and the mens underwear by the floor lamp pretty much sealed the deal.

Oh, and the loud as all hell moan did, too. Kurt hated that he could easily recognize Sarahs moan like he could recite the periodic table of elements. He. Hated. It.

"The Andersons are getting busy!"

Kurt grimaced. "Ew. We fucking walked in on it, though. I guess he did really good on his case, then."

Sebastian shook his head. "She sounds like she needs a fucking exorcist. Can we please get out of here? This is getting weird."

Kurt laughed and stepped over clothing, going to the couch. "The thought of straight sex is what weirds you out." He looked around and couldnt find his wallet. "Darn. Where is it?"

Sebastian looked around the condo and shook his head. "Dude. This is so sweet."

Kurt knelt onto the floor and found it under the sofa. "Yes!"

"Hurry up, Hummel," Sebastian said, starting to sing it melodically. "Hurry it up, Hummel. Wow. I sound pretty good. This place has nice acoustics, too."

Kurt had just reached it when his phone began to ring. Loudly. For some reason it sounded louder than it ever had, and it was probably because he didnt want to get caught being at the penthouse when the Andersons were getting it on. "Damn it."

"Dude!" Sebastian shout-whispered. "Turn it off."

Kurt reached and grabbed his wallet. Sarahs over dramatic shouting had stopped and the two friends looked at each other; eyes wide. Sebastian ran first, not even giving warning, and Kurt ran out the condo after him, closing the door as quietly as he could and then taking off.

They headed to the staircase instead of the elevator. Kurts phone was still ringing and he answered it without checking who it was calling while the two of them flew down steps. "Hello?"

"H—Hello? Kurt?"

Kurt caught up to Sebastian who exited on the 9th floor. He stopped when he registered whose voice it was. "Blaine?" he looked at the caller ID and sure enough, it was Mr. Andersons number.

What?

Sebastians mouth dropped as he stared at his best friend, and when Kurt put the phone back up to his ear the man was speaking.

"…sound so out of breath," he said with a hearty laugh. "I didnt know you were taking track and field at NYU. Ill come to one of your meets."

Kurt didnt say anything. If Blaine was on the phone with him, and Sarah was in the penthouse moaning and screaming like she was on a conjugal visit, then who the fuck was she with?

"Kurt? Is this a bad time? Im sorry… were on a recess and I wanted to talk to you about something. About, man. I just wanted to apologize about everything, you know? Monday… well, is this an okay time for you to talk?"

Sebastian was going crazy, putting two and two together. He was jumping around and making air humping motions, and signing the letters A-F-F-A-I-R, making Kurt regret teaching him American Sign Language. "No, no, I can talk now." Kurt rubbed at his eyes beneath his glasses. This was such a shitty thing to know. Fuck. "Go ahead."

"Yeah," Blaine began. "Like I said, the defense asked for recess because Im kicking their ass so," Kurt chuckled and even though it was forced, he could tell it made Blaine feel a bit at ease. "I was thinking about you, so I wanted to call. Well I was going to text but I wanted this to be said so that you could hear me. Its so hard to convey certain things through written word, you know?"

Kurt nodded, pulling his best friend towards the elevator. "I know. Youve got my attention."

Sebastian pressed the button and looked at Kurt, waiting for him to get off the phone so that they could seriously talk about this.

"Well, I want to apologize because my behavior as of late is not fair to you at all. I dont know whats going on with … this, but I know Im super sorry because I never ever ever want to make you feel any discomfort because of my behavior and you deserve to feel the most comfort possible at work and I am really sorry."

Kurt stepped onto the elevator with his friend and nodded. "You know what, Mr. Anderson, I appreciate the apology. But dont be so hard on yourself—"

"We were becoming really close and I feel like I screwed that up."

"You didnt."

"Whats he saying?"

Kurt put a finger to his lip and then held it up to say one second. Sebastian rolled his eyes but nodded, waiting patiently. They hurried off the elevator and waved goodbye to Pernell as they got back into the town car.

"I mean," Blaine paused. "You may not want to tell me I did, but I know I did. And I said sorry but Ill say it again, because this sucks. I just want you to want to work for the Andersons and I think that for you, feeling comfortable will seal the deal."

Kurt closed his eyes. "Youre right. I promise that were good. Dont worry yourself to the point that you screw up your case."

Blaine laughed at that. "I wont. Ill see you tonight, then. Were good?"

Kurt looked out the window. "Were good."

There was quiet and Kurt knew Blaine more than likely had that smile on his face. "Good. Bye, Kurt."

Kurt took a deep breath. "Goodbye, Blaine."

They hung up the phone and Kurt shook his head, burying it in his hands. "Oh my god."

"Your boss is a grade A thot," Sebastian said. "Holy shit. Shes fucking around." He then signed the letters T-H-OT with his right hand.

Kurt thanked the heavens that the driver had the partition rolled up, because Sebastian Smythe had like, zero filter. Even in American Sign Language.

"What are you going to do?"

Kurt shrugged, his head spinning. "I have no idea. Ill probably just keep my mouth closed because who would believe me? Sarah… you dont know her. But I am sure she can get herself out of anything. She seems like the type to have 9 lives."

Sebastian looked forward and then back to his best friend. "This is some crazy shit."

"I know," Kurt closed his eyes for a moment. "Now Im most definitely am not going to be able to stomach any lunch."

"You can still pay for mine. So what did Mr. Anderson say?"

Kurt looked over at his best friend. "He was apologizing for I guess the shirtless thing this morning. Said he didnt want me to be uncomfortable."

It was only a partial lie. Sebastian didnt need to know everything. He already shipped them too much. The fact was, Mr. Anderson was apologizing for all of their run-ins, and there were a few, but that didnt matter.

"You know what, man?" the older teen said. He fixed Kurts bow tie and smiled at him. "You need some great stress relief. Tomorrow night will be awesome. Dont worry. I might even get you laid."

Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled off his glasses to clean them. "Yeah, youre not helping me de-stress at all."

…

That afternoon, Kurt and Maddie each did their homework assignments, had snack, and then went right to the couch for nap time. Kurt wasnt sure what was so special about this sofa but good lord, it was amazing when it came time to nap. He didnt have to worry about making dinner since Blaine texted him saying Sarah promised to bring home something from this place in midtown the family loved, and just the thought of Sarah alone made Kurt feel like he was the one being deceitful. If he wasnt going to say anything, did that put him in the wrong as well? Or was his job to keep his mouth shut and act like he didnt see or hear anything? If it was Blaine he found with another woman, would he feel as much loyalty to say something to Sarah?

Kurt didnt know. He got so tired of stressing himself out thinking about it that he and Maddie fell asleep in no time. It was only an hour or so for him, because once he heard the door close, he shot up.

Blaine walked in and hung up his jacket. He put his brief case down and undid his tie. It hung around his neck in a loose knot that Kurt of course found unbelievably sexy. He smiled hello and did a small wave, even though deep down inside he was wondering how much it would crush the man if he knew what was going on with his wife. That broad smile on his face would fall so hard.

"Im in kinda early. I went out for drinks with a few of the guys. Im sober, though." He smiled at Kurt and walked over to the couch, laughing at his daughter sprawled out. "Howd she do today? Any problems to report?"

Kurt sat up and smiled. "Well first off, congratulations on the win."

Blaine nodded with a smile of his own, their eyes meeting for the first time in what seemed like months to the older man. "Thank you, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt nodded too. "Her teacher says she put something in her folder for you or Mrs. Anderson to read and sign, but she had a great day. We just did homework and had celery and carrots with ranch before we fell asleep here."

Blaine looked at the two of them. "I think Im going to take her to bed and unwind a bit myself. How was your day, though?"

Kurt refused to think about it. He had such a hard time focusing in his last two classes because all he could do was think about it. "My day was great. About that phone call of yours…"

Blaine walked around the sofa and picked up his daughter; the girls arms instinctively moving around his neck. "About it? I meant everything I said," he spoke softly, not wanting to wake the beautiful little girl who he kissed in the hair.

"I know," Kurt told him. "And I want to apologize for my behavior too. I know that if I wouldve said something instead of just avoiding you, you wouldve listened. So Im sorry."

Blaine nodded. "Dont worry about it. But, can you be honest with me?" He started to walk to the back and Kurt got up to follow, carrying her bag and things.

"I can be."

Blaine held his daughter in one arm and opened the door. "Is my behavior creeping you out? Because this is just who I am. Im not purposely going out of my way to make you squirm. If it is best, and you really wanted to keep your distance," he laid her down and tossed a light blanket over her. "Then I would understand."

Kurt thought about how to answer that as he put her things in the corner. "I guess… I-Im more concerned with you thinking that I, the gay kid, will want you in ways that would definitely get me fired. And I dont want that."

Blaine nodded, his eyes moving up and down Kurts body. "Do you want me in those ways?"

Kurt turned to leaved Madisons room because this was a conversation she did not need to wake up on. He stepped out and Blaine was close behind, closing her door shut. They looked at one another for a moment before the teen finally spoke.

"Honestly, Mr. Anderson, I do think youre a very handsome man and your wife is very gorgeous. This family is so beautiful." He stopped for a moment. "And—"

"Its alright if you have thought about me like that, Kurt," Blaine told him. For some reason, Kurt couldnt look away from his eyes. They were like golden magnets, and Blaine had not intentions of letting go. "I dont mind. Im not one of those guys who will act like youre the spawn of Satan. I hate those guys. Besides, youre extremely attractive and with the two of us just being honest with one another, I thought about you like that. It doesnt mean anything, right?"

Kurt was quiet.

"Does it?"

Kurt shook his head. "No. Well I dont think so."

Blaine looked away. "Even if it does, it isnt like were going to act on it."

Kurt leant against the wall and smiled. "Because youre straight?"

Blaine looked at him again. "Because Im with someone."

"So are you not straight?"

Blaine smiled now, looking down at Kurts shoes. "Who cares about a label right now?"

Kurt hummed, looking across the hall to his room. He bit his lip as Blaine stood there watching him. "Have you ever been with a guy?"

Blaine moved closer and leant back against the wall as well. "In college during Spin The Bottle, I made out with this guy and we got a little handsy. There was probably another guy I kissed that night. But Ive never been in anything serious."

Kurt listened to him and Blaine was quiet afterwards, having no more to say. Kurt was quiet as well. Eventually, he fidgeted with his glasses and Blaine undid his tie the rest of the way.

"Are you going to finish your nap?"

Kurt shook his head no. "Doubt it. What do you want to do? We could watch something on TV to celebrate. I was going to start a new book that Sebastian gave me tonight but it can wait."

Blaine laughed, moving into his side. "You party so hard."

"Shut up."

Blaine thought for a moment. "We can listen to music and just mellow out. Maybe we can do TV later on. I dont know."

Kurt nodded. "Well you can get into something comfortable. Im going to put my phone on the charger and you can meet me in the living room."

Blaine nodded, walking to his bedroom door. "Cool."

…

They were halfway through Sam Smiths album and the conversation was heavy. It was almost as if nothing changed, and to be honest, Kurt really missed this. Blaine was wearing his glasses again, but his eyes were closed. He just wanted to have them on. Kurt smiled, shaking his head at the man as he thought only about how much the two of them were enjoying one anothers presence.

The teen folded his legs over the coffee table and grabbed a book, leaning back and starting to read it. Blaine handed him his glasses back and as Kurt went to take them, Blaine snatched the book away, tossing it onto the other chair.

"Whatre you doing? Why would you do that?"

Blaine smiled at him, watching Kurt put the glasses back on. "Were not really celebrating. Were just sitting here."

Kurt rubbed at his shoulder and yawned. "Its not like we can get too crazy with Princess here. And Id hate for your wife to walk in while were dancing on the furniture or something."

Blaine stood up and stretched. "I say we wake Princess up and hang in her room watching movies until Sarah shows up with the food."

Kurt shook his head at that. "Dont wake her up. She gets violent."

"But shell mess up her sleep for tonight."

"But tomorrow is Friday so shell have to entire weekend to rectify that."

"Let me be right at something."

Kurt smiled, shaking his head no. "Never."

Blaine sat down next to him. "Fine. Then well go in your room and watch something. Your date with Great Britain is tomorrow. How about we read up on prep?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know about lube and stretching and all that—"

"Oh my god—"

"I can help you study, ow ow ow ow okay," Blaine said with a laugh, trying to get the boy to stop pinching him. "Shit that hurts."

"Stop being a little shit," Kurt said with a laugh, not expecting it when Blaine started to tickle him. So this is why Madison sounded like a hyena whenever her father would tickle attack her. "Blaine! Alright!"

Blaine smirked, climbing on top of him. "Say Mercy."

Kurt nodded, laughing still. "Mercy! Mercy! I said it."

Blaine stopped at once, smiling at Kurt and how the teen had to breathe heavily to catch breaths. "Dont mess with the—"

Pow!

Then, silence.

"…Really, Kurt?" Blaine smirked as boy laughed, having just hit his boss in the face with a sofa pillow. "Is that how it is?"

Kurt tried to slide from beneath Blaine but the man was strong. Not that it was a surprise. He did work out and his body was… thank you lord. Kurt tried pushing Blaine off his lap but the man grabbed both the sofa pillows and started whacking him with them.

Kurt was now a giggling mess as he slid away. His glasses fell off as the pillow hit him again, and he grabbed one, holding on tight as the resistance made them both tumble onto the floor.

Blaine laughed as his butt hit the coffee table, but then he was rolling back on top of Kurt. Kurt knocked Blaines pillow away and tried tickling him back but Blaine rolled his eyes at that. "Im not even a little ticklish, Hummel."

Of course he wasnt, because that would make this a fair fight. Kurt thrust up, trying to push Blaine off of him, but the action did nothing but put him in an even worse spot. His boss laughed, pinning his hands down and rolling a little bit forward. They were pressed against the bottom of the couch and Kurt winced when he heard a crack.

"No. No way. Please say those werent my glasses…"

Blaine cursed inwardly. "Ill get you new ones. My older brother is an ophthalmologist."

Kurt looked at him, still pinned by Blaine. He hooked his legs and rolled on top of the man, sending Blaines hands above his head and pinning them there. When Blaines eyes went up in shock, Kurt looked over at his broken glasses and sighed, looking back at Blaine. "Are you for real or are you just joshing me?"

"Who says joshing anymore?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I do. Now can you really get me new glasses? Before the date tomorrow?"

Blaine rolled his eyes at the thought of the date, but he eventually smiled at the teens worried look, nodding. "Tell me your prescription and Ill text Cooper right now. Well go pick them up in the morning."

Kurt stared at him and the man laughed.

"Im being honest! Why do you think Im a liar?"

"A doctor and a lawyer? Your parents must be proud."

Blaine shrugged. "You could say that. Theyre both doctors so they definitely wanted the best from both of us."

"Its only you two?"

"Yup."

Kurt nodded. "Thats amazing."

Blaine rolled them back over and there was another crack. They both laughed and Kurt shook his head. Eventually, Blaine pulled him back over the carpet so that Kurt was flat on the floor, away from the glasses. Not that it mattered now. He lay his head on the teens chest and settled in between his legs, listening to the music play.

Kurt wondered if what they were doing right now was as bad as what Sarah had done. No, he and his boss werent in any type of relationship. They were just hanging out. Yeah. Thats all this was. Tussling around and being boys. But if she were to walk in, it wouldnt look good. That was something to think about.

Blaine lifted his head and looked at Kurt with a smile. He went to slide up so that they were face to face but when he did so, the teens lips parted and he inhaled sharply, eyes going a little wide. Blaine stared at him and Kurt quickly closed his mouth, swallowing hard.

"You ok?"

Kurt nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah. I … you rubbed against me … when you … never mind," he finished lamely.

Blaine smiled. "Wait. What?"

"Nothing."

Blaine started to laugh. "Im sorry. Shit… I didnt mean to—"

"No." Kurt was so embarrassed his cheeks were burning. "I promise its ok. It was an accident."

Blaine licked his lips and looked at him. "If I did it again on purpose though, would you start avoiding me again?"

"Why would you want to do it again?"

"I want to do a lot of things to you that I dont have the answer for."

Kurt closed his eyes for a while before slowly opening them. He saw Blaine staring into his and the mans hazels were a little darker.

If Sarah got to play, then why couldnt Blaine? Right? So Kurt bit his lip as he thrust up, nice and slow. His boss seemed very turned on by this decision.

Maybe two wrongs didnt make a right, or in this case three, but right now he didnt care. "Blaine…"

The man watched Kurts face carefully as he slowly grinded his hips down between Kurts legs. This time he could feel every inch of it as Kurt took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out through his nose. Blaine had a voice in his head that was telling him to stop, telling him that this was wrong, that he was married, and that he knew better. Hell, his daughter was asleep in her room right now. That this wasnt right at all.

But he slid over so that his own cock was touching Kurts. The teens eyes opened again, and Blaine focused between them and the boys pink parted lips as he slid up and down, the thin fabric of their pants not doing much to mask how amazing it felt.

"Is this your first time doing something like this?" Blaine whispered above his lips.

Kurt nodded, eyes falling closed as he thrust up. Blaine snapped his hips down and took his hands which were clutching into the carpet into his own; their fingers lacing together.

"It feels good, right?" Blaine asked, his own eyes closing as his toes curled. Kurt didnt answer, too busy trying not to shake as hard as his legs were, the two of them sliding against one another on the living room floor.

When Blaine began to kiss Kurts neck, he heard the softest little moans that turned him on to no end. On top of those moans, he heard the sounds of keys jingling at the door.