Chapter 7

That Saturday continued to move slowly for Kurt. He was thankful that he managed to get a lot of studying in; him and a restless Sebastian quizzing one another until the evening. The pair went out and walked through the Greenwich Village neighborhood afterwards, looking for a spot to eat at. On the way they stopped to watch a few street performers do covers of 90s rock songs. That was the thing Kurt loved about NYC—everyone and everything was so vibrant, so full of life. There was always something to see and always something happening… always something to be a part of. He couldnt imagine himself anywhere else.

After deciding on a Japanese restaurant, they dined and chatted about class, boys, men, plans for the summer, and pretty much any randomness that came to mind. Sebastian was making arrangements to go back to Ohio for a couple weeks and Kurt considered it too, but maybe later in the season. Sarah would have something to say about him taking vacation when his 90-day probationary period wasnt even close to being over. Kurt assumed he had a probationary period. Who knows how it works in the Nanny industry?

It wasnt long before they were both back in Sebastians small apartment. Kurt did share a few texts with Blaine throughout the evening. Most of them consisted of small talk. He didnt want to be a bother while Blaine had some down time with Madison. He could imagine how happy the little girl was to be spending the weekend with her father. By the time Sebastian and Kurt were settled in bed and enjoying the first episode of many in their Supernatural marathon, the teen received a few messages from Adam. The two texted for about an hour before the Brit said he needed to sleep for work the next morning.

They were about four episodes into season 4 when Sebastian said something about wanting to kiss Jensen Ackles from head to toe. After quickly and firmly replying that Bas definitely needed to back off of his man, Kurt smiled at his best friends laughter and finally stopped fighting sleep. He drifted off slowly, thanking the older teen when he felt Sebastian remove his glasses. They said goodnight, and it was a great night. Kurt slept like a baby.

But, Sunday started earlier than Kurt would normally be ok with. There was an unwritten rule about Sundays, and everyone who was fortunate enough to have the day off knew that Sunday was the unofficial Be Lazy day. Waking up early on Sunday was definitely illegal, or at least it shouldve been. But today, he was ok with it.

When he opened his eyes, Sebastians green and orange socked foot was in his face. Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed it away before rolling over and stretching. The clock read 8:13 am. Sebastian would be waking up at 10 for work, so Kurt tried very hard not to disturb him too much before then. He reached around on the dresser for his cell phone, yawning quietly to himself and then smiling when he saw the three messages that greeted him.

From Blaine:

Good morning, Kurt. Sunday love from the Princess and I.

Kurt laughed softly at the picture that was attached. Blaine had his lips pressed against his daughters round cheek and she was wearing that Dad is giving me the Cooties face—her gorgeous blue eyes practically rolled back into her head, even though she did have the slightest smirk on her lips. It was really adorable. Kurt looked back at Blaine in the photo after a while and admired how the man looked when he was in Sunday with Maddie mode. Those curls were insane, and Kurt definitely imagined himself running his fingers through them for a few seconds before moving onto the next message.

From Blaine:

I hope you slept well. I had a dream that you were in. Before you think Im a pervert – No it wasnt dirty. :P You were a writer for the New York Times. I just remember being really proud of you.

From Blaine:

P.S. – I could totally be a pervert if youre into that. Lol.

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes as he turned back over in bed, placing the phone on the pillow beside him. He decided that hed give the two of them some more time together before texting a good morning message back. It was still rather early, and Kurt thought he had maybe another hour of sleep left in him. But as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a familiar voice.

"…Hello?"

Kurt shot his head up and looked at the screen. He was really confused when he saw Blaines face there in video form. "Um. Hi?"

Blaine smiled. "You do realize you just FaceTimed me, right?"

Kurt laughed and rubbed at his face tiredly. He probably looked like shit, not even having rubbed the sleep out of his eyes yet. "Im sorry." He dropped his hand and picked up the phone, holding it at an appropriate level so his boss could see him and he could see his boss. Blaine was still in bed; curly hair awry, beautiful smile on his beautiful lips, no shirt in sight. Kurt looked at the screen as he felt the blood rushing to the tip of his ears. "I erm, I mustve touched the button on accident."

Blaine waved him off, still smiling. "Its totally fine. Youre really adorable when youre just waking up."

Kurt playfully rolled his eyes and blushed, enjoying the sound of Blaines laugher. He turned around to make sure Sebastian was still asleep and sure enough, the boys head was buried in his Reeboks hoodie. Kurt looked back down at the phone screen and spoke softly. "I miss you."

Blaine stared back. His eyes were bright as the tone of his voice became more serious as opposed to its usual hit of playfulness. "I miss you too."

Kurt smiled as he looked at the mans gorgeous eyes. "Hold on."

"Ok."

The Nanny placed the phone on the pillow and then reached down to the side of the bed, digging through his bag. He pulled out a pair of standard Apple earphones and plugged them into his phone, putting them in his ears next. Blaine folded one arm beneath his head on screen, and Kurt bit his lip at the sight of him. The lawyer was in such fantastic shape. His arms, his chest… those broad shoulders. Kurt closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. Stop it, Hummel. "S-So, may I ask why youre up so early anyway? Especially on a Sunday when you should be relaxing…"

Blaine smiled again. "Well, my daughter thought it would be a great idea to wake up at 6 am for whatever reason, and of course that meant waking up her dad, and you know Madison always has a plan in motion and this mornings was to watch Tangled and have a sing-along. So, I woke up and we began watching it, but by the time Mother Knows Best came on I was singing by myself because she started snoring." Kurt laughed at Blaines face as he told the story; the man shaking his head. "But you know that I couldnt let a fantastic movie go to waste. I ended up staying awake and watching it by my lonesome. It started playing again a few minutes ago if you hear it in the background."

"Tangled is pretty incredible."

Blaine nodded as he brushed curls away from his forehead. "Youre right about that. And I dont know. I cant really go back to sleep."

Kurt smiled at him as he tried to fix his own hair as subtly as possible. "Thats unfortunate."

"What about you?"

"Oh, you know." Kurt glanced back at Sebastians body, wondering if the teen was even breathing. At one moment, hed be a heavy sleeper and the next hed shoot up at the slightest sound. Maybe it was narcolepsy. "I opened my eyes and saw a foot in my face so I thought maybe I should do something about that."

Blaine laughed. His eyes had stayed glued to Kurts neck when the younger man turned to look at his best friend, and fuck he couldnt help but feel a sense of pride when he saw the fading mark there. He bit his lip. Kurt turned back to the screen and smiled at him, and Blaine spoke softly. "Now thats unfortunate."

Kurt grinned. "Tell me about it."

They were both quiet for a while and both stared at their screens. Kurt felt a little self-conscious in the tank top he wore. He knew Blaine was staring. He smiled a little when Blaine started to smile and then raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Blaine shook his head, biting his lip in an adorable way. "Nothing. Youre just. I like looking. Youre beautiful."

Kurt blushed and buried his face in the pillow, listening through the earphones as his boss chuckled. The man only had a view of Sebastians ceiling at the moment. "Kuuurt."

He slowly picked his head back up and was in front of the phones camera again. Blaine smiled widely when he returned and Kurt laughed, looking at himself in the small picture at the top. His hair was a little wild and his eyes were squinty, but otherwise he was ok. He grabbed his glasses off the night stand and put them on. "Whats your favorite thing about me?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow at that and as he scratched at the back of his neck, the muscles in his arms flexed. "Do you mean in terms of your looks?"

Kurt nodded. "When you say you like looking at me, what is it that you like looking at the most?"

Blaines eyes moved over the screen and Kurt prepared for the answer. "I think Id have to say your smile ultimately but your freckles are a close second. I love your dimple too. But as a final answer, Ill go with that beautiful smile of yours, Kurt."

Kurt couldnt help but smile. "Ok."

"Well youre going to have to answer it about me now," Blaine told him, a cheesy smile of his own. "Assuming you think Im cute."

Kurt rolled his eyes and looked at the laughing Blaine Anderson on his phone screen. He could be such a dork sometimes. "Id say your eyes. Theyre really… captivating. But if I had to choose a second, I love your eyebrows. Theyre triangles for crying out loud." He smiled. "Whats not to adore about that?"

Blaine chuckled and rubbed at his scruff. Kurt wondered if he could convince him not to shave for a few days. "Cooper used to tease me. He said I was adopted because our parents dont have eyebrows like these."

Kurt laughed. "Hes terrible."

"He was something else growing up," Blaine said, smiling though. "You know, Sarah wont be home until around 10 tonight."

Kurt looked back down at the screen—hed turned away for a second because Sebastian rolled over. "Really?"

The man nodded. "And it would be ridiculous for us to waste a day together. Madison is still upset with you for not coming to the zoo with us."

Kurt smiled softly, listening.

"You could seriously make it up to her by showing face today. I think shed be quicker to forgive you because itd be a great surprise…"

"Youre totally using Maddie to make me feel bad…"

"I am."

Kurt smiled, thinking for a moment. "I wont be any fun to either of you. I wanted to get some more studying in. Besides that, I would really hate to come between Maddie & Daddy time."

"Youre going to pass anyway," Sebastian groaned into the blanket. Kurt looked back at him, not knowing his friend had awoken. Only Sebastian was still otherwise dead to the world—his face planted on the bed and his legs sprawled out. Blaine was speaking when Kurt tuned back in.

"…you what. Ill make breakfast. Well all hang out and watch movies for a little while. Itll be a laid back, relaxed day. Then, Ill take Madison somewhere and let you get back to your studying. I promise."

Kurt adjusted one earpiece in his ear as he considered it; his eyes on the mans chest.

"I really want to kiss you."

He smiled. "So do I Mr. Anderson."

Blaine bit his lip. "Then whats the problem?"

His answer was quick. "She could show up at any given moment. Just because she gave you one time doesnt mean things couldnt change…"

The older man sighed. "You know you live here, right? It isnt like you arent supposed to be here. Ill just say you came back a day early— it isnt like youre totally banned on Saturday and Sunday. And," Blaine smiled as Kurt fixed his glasses. "I love you in those… but anyway, it isnt like well be doing anything inappropriate with Princess here. We both just want to see you."

Kurt smiled at him and started to run his hand through his hair. This was a big deal. He really wanted to be smart about this—whatever it was they were doing—and Blaine seemed to be less worried about the whole not being suspicious thing.

"If you dont want to, I understand," Blaine said a bit later. "Its fine. Im not going to pressure you about it."

Kurt began to smile and Blaine stared at the screen, arching one of his triangular eyebrows in curiosity. When Kurt looked down and didnt speak, Blaine smiled. "And youre still probably a little tired. Maybe you should go back to sleep anyway."

"Im fine," Kurt told him.

Blaine hummed in response. "You sure?"

Kurt nodded, picking his head up. He smiled some more. "Can you send the driver for me? I prefer George if he works on Sunday."

Blaine stared to see if he was serious, but he couldnt stop the smile from spreading across his face. "Are you for real?"

Kurt nodded, grinning back. "Im for real, Mr. Anderson. Do you remember Bass address?"

Blaine reached for the house phone as he nodded to Kurt. He looked super excited as he began to dial numbers and Kurt tried not to laugh. "Hell be there in an hour," Blaine said. "So go get ready."

"Perfect. Ill see you in a bit, then."

Blaine smiled at the screen and nodded his head. "You will."

Kurt watched the man blow a kiss and he shook his head, blushing as he disconnected the FaceTime message. He pulled out his earphones and turned over in bed, smiling up at the ceiling. Sebastian rolled over so that they were facing one another, even though the lanky teen was at the foot of the bed. He sat up, rubbed tiredly at his face, and smiled at his best friend. Kurt tried to ignore him as he blushed.

"I really hate that I like him so freaking much, Bas."

Sebastian nodded, patting him on the leg. "Embrace that hatred. Its a beautiful thing, Kurt." He stood up and tiredly pulled off his hoodie. "Im going to work and then Im going to spend some time with my boyfriend. You should do the same."

Kurt sighed. "Boyfriend. Hes 29 years-old."

Sebastian looked at him. "Youll be 20 in a little over a month."

"Thats not even the point." Kurt sat up now. "What will my dad say? Carole? Finn?"

Sebastian stared. "Congratulations?"

Kurt shook his head no.

"Well if I showed up at home with a boyfriend who made a seven digit a year salary, my parents would be the proudest."

Kurt shook his head some more. "Even if he was pushing 30?"

Sebastian scoffed. "He could be close to pushing daisies and they wouldnt give a damn, Kurt."

"I guess thats the difference between my old man and yours," the boy said, wiping at his glasses.

Sebastian nodded. "True. But like I said, go spend time with him and Madison. And be sure to let me know if he makes any attempts to mess around. Im curious as to how serious the two of you are for him."

Kurt nodded at that. He still wondered too. Blaine said on a couple occasions that he wanted to take him out on a date, like an official one, but Kurt wasnt sure. He wasnt sure of a lot of things as of late, though.

"Now go get in the shower, little bro."

…

"Fancy seeing you here on a Sunday, Mr. Hummel," Pernell, the doorman greeted. Kurt nodded at him as he unzipped his royal blue jacket.

"The bosses are busy so here I am," he answered. This whole lying thing wasnt as hard as he thought it would be.

Pernell nodded in return. "I understand. I dont usually work Sundays either. The weekend guy came down with something, and the per diem weekend guy is out of state. So here I am."

Kurt smiled softly. "Im sorry to hear that."

Pernell went back behind his desk. "It happens, right? Have a good day, Mr. Hummel."

"You too, Mr. Pernell."

Kurt closed his eyes once in the elevator. The gentleman pressed the button for the top floor, and once they arrived, Kurt gave him a tip. He honestly didnt get the point in all of that. He could totally hit a button himself, but this was the life…

As the teen got his key out to open the door, Madison pulled it open before Kurt could even touch the key to the lock. She was smiling and excited and pretty much jumped on her nanny; a head full of dark curls everywhere. Kurt laughed as he squeezed her tight and took her inside. "Hi Maddie."

"Hi Kurt!" She hopped down. "Papas making Belgian waffles and sausages!"

It smelled amazing. His mouth watered as they closed the door behind him and Madison dragged Kurt further inside after hed removed his shoes and backpack. He laughed when they got to the kitchen and Blaine was wearing a ridiculous Real Men arent afraid to own Poodles apron.

"What? Do you even own a poodle?"

Blaine smiled at him, shaking his head no. "I totally would though but Madison wants a Beagle."

Madison smiled. "About that Beagle…"

"Nope," Blaine stuck his tongue out at her before looking at Kurt. He bit his lip as the teen pulled off his jacket and was left in a plaid green, white, and blue long sleeved shirt that fit him tightly. Paired with them were skinny jeans and denim All-Star Converses. Blaine smiled before looking back down and focusing on the food he was preparing. "Hello, Kurt."

Kurt smiled back and he pushed at the frame of his glasses. "Hello, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine caught eyes with him and neither looked away. "Thank you for coming over on your weekend. Madison wouldnt be quiet about wanting to see you."

Kurt looked down at the little girl who folded her arms at that. "So only Madison wanted to see me, huh?"

Blaine nodded though he couldnt hide his smirk.

"Hes lying." Madison went to the table and sat down, and Kurt laughed. "I wasnt going to pester him today until he suggested it."

"I thought this was supposed to be a surprise," Kurt said with a laugh, walking over to the kitchen. Blaine glared at his daughter before smiling at Kurt.

"Shes a little rat. And I guess the cats out the bag. I suck at keeping secrets. I almost texted you about the book I bought you four times yesterday."

"Ah…" Kurt leant against the counter with a grin. "Can I get it today?"

Blaine shrugged, playing nonchalant. "Ill consider it after you give me my gift."

Kurt laughed, ignoring how bad he wanted to peck Blaines lips as a hello. He turned and walked away when the mans eyes on him got to be too much. "Well see. Ill help the little lady set up the table."

…

The trio ate and Kurt had to compliment Blaine on breakfast. The man told him he owed him bacon pancakes and Kurt promised to repay him one day soon. Madison led the party to her room where she already had the first movie set up and ready to be watched. Kurt smiled when he saw what was on the girls pink 42-inch screen.

"Awesome! I love Aladdin. Its probably my favorite."

Blaine plopped down on the full-sized mattress in the Disneys The Little Mermaid themed bedroom. It always took his eyes some time to adjust to the abundance of pink. Kurt smiled at the man before looking at an excited Maddie. "Can I go change into something comfortable?"

"Sure, Kurt!"

"Thank you," he replied, quickly leaving before the movie could get started. Madison went over to her bed and climbed on top of her dad, laughing when she got a wet kiss on the forehead.

"Quit it."

"Never, punk."

Kurt returned a couple minutes later in a NY Comic Con t-shirt and navy blue sweat pants. They always fit nicely, Blaine thought. He lay down next to Blaine; Madisons eyes glued to the TV from where she sat at the end of the bed in between them. Blaine subtly moved his head over so that he was sharing the same pillow as Kurt, but not enough so that they were touching. The younger man smiled to himself but stayed focus on the television.

It was when "A Whole New World" came on and Blaine sang a duet with his daughter that Kurt realized Blaines singing voice was amazing. He ended up watching the two of them instead as Blaine held her closely, making the little girl laugh as he held out their arms and pretended they were soaring. She sounded amazing too—it mustve been hereditary. Kurt was caught smiling at Blaine when the man glanced over at him after the song.

"Is there a reason youre not participating in this sing-along, Kurt?"

"He can sing," Madison said quickly, lying back down at the end of the bed. "I totally heard him one time."

"Oh?" Blaine smiled widely at that and moved in close to Kurt, the nanny laughing and shoving him away.

"I have no idea what shes talking about," Kurt replied, but of course Madison fell back into the movie. Blaine however had his full attention. "To be honest, Id rather listen to you two. And we definitely need to do something about you getting back into music…"

Blaine smiled and rested his head on the pillow again. "Youre right. Well see."

Kurt smiled.

The next movie on schedule was Toy Story 3. Blaine requested it and after whispering something for about one whole minute with his daughter—a suspicious Kurt watching the scene unfold—the teen wasnt at all surprised when he was cornered and tickle attacked by the both of them. He had to say Mercy seven times before the horrible Andersons finally relented—Blaine seeming very pleased with himself and Madison appearing just as sinister. Blaine was the worst influence ever.

"I cant believe you two."

Madison grinned, cuddling into her nannys side. "It was definitely Dads idea, so if anyone has to go without getting bacon pancakes it should be him."

"Wow." Blaine glared at her. "Wow, Madison. Just, wow."

Kurt laughed out loud as he got comfortable. "Relax. I wont withhold any food but Ill come up with awesome payback for that devious father of yours."

Madison smiled at her dad innocently. Blaine grinned as he lay down beside them, placing an arm over his daughter and the teen. Kurt did his best not to think about how good this made him feel, because when he did there was nothing but guilt. It shouldve been Madisons mom in this position with them, it shouldnt have been him, and he didnt want to think about how Madison would feel if she knew that her father was starting to like Kurt how her parents shouldve liked one another. He just didnt want her to get so attached to him in one way and then have her heartbroken, blaming him for splitting up her family. Maybe he wouldnt have been the sole reason but he definitely wouldve played a part. Kurt sighed as he brushed the hair from her face, the girl smiling at the contact. Blaine quietly watched the movie as he held his daughter between them—his fingers tracing lines along the small of Kurts back beneath the t-shirt he wore.

It was close to 1 pm when Blaines phone rang. Kurt and Madison looked up and the girl stretched as she rolled over, watching her dad answer the phone. Part of her worried it was his job. Every time she got to spend time with her parents, work interrupted. It made her sad though she tried not to let it show.

Blaine raised an eyebrow at the name on the screen before answering. "Blaine Anderson," he said.

"Mr. Anderson. Hi, this is Mr. Sheraton."

Blaine gathered that much from the contact but was still a little puzzled. "Good afternoon. Im sorry but Im drawing a blank, here…"

There was a laugh. "Its fine. Im Sean Sheratons father. Hes in Madisons class."

A light bulb went off in Blaines head and he sat up straighter. Sean and Madison had shared kindergarten together too, but they attended a small private school so theyd more than likely be together every year. "Oh yes, Mr. Sheraton! Hi. How can I help you?"

Madison turned and looked at Kurt who looked at her in return. "Thats Chocolate Milk Boys dad."

Kurt nodded. "Ooh right. That donut he gave me was really good."

Maddie smiled.

"I was wondering if it was ok if I took Madison to the Big Apple Circus with Sean and our neighbor. I bought an extra ticket because he really wanted to invite her. My wife and I will be chaperoning. Itll be fun!"

"Oh, that does sound great." Blaine turned to look at his daughter and smiled. "Ill ask her now."

"Sure thing."

Madison looked up at him with wide, bright blue eyes. "Whats up, pops?"

Kurt smiled. Too adorable.

"Seans dad wants to know if youd like to go to the Big Apple Circus with them. We can always reschedule our movie date if you want to, I dont mind."

Madison smiled. The circus sounded like a lot of fun. But she didnt know if she wanted to ditch her dad. "Are you sure?"

Blaine nodded. "Im sure. Ill have Mr. Kurt to keep me company."

Madison looked back at the nanny who smiled at her. "It sounds like a lot of fun…" Kurt sang.

Madison grinned. "Ok!"

Blaine laughed as she jumped up to go find an outfit. Kurt smiled and watched her before looking at his boss. "I think thats a yes, Mr. Sheraton."

"Awesome." He gave him his address and a time to be there. Blaine promised theyd arrive shortly.

"Well, it looks like its just me and you, Kurt. Would you like to ride with Maddie and I across town to the Sheratons?"

Kurt sat up and pressed pause on the Blu-Ray remote. "Id love to. Ill go get dressed."

Blaine grabbed his phone and quickly sent a message. Kurt felt his vibrate as soon as hed stepped into the hallway.

From Blaine:

Good, because were going on our first date.

…

An hour later, Kurt and Blaine were waving goodbye to Madison and wishing her, Chocolate Milk Boy and Co., a great time at the circus. Blaine knew hed probably have to pick her up that evening in his SUV because of all of the souvenirs the girl would buy, but it was his own fault for sending her with the amount of money he did. They drove along 23rd street and Kurt smiled to himself, looking out the window.

"Im happy I let you annoy me to the point that I had to say yes to spending the day with you."

Blaine laughed, shaking his head. "So that means youre having a good time?"

Kurt nodded and glanced over at him. "I am. Where is this date taking place?"

Blaine stopped at a red light and looked at him. "Where would you like to go? I think Im going to return to car to the garage and have George drive us somewhere."

Kurt smiled as his fingers laced with Blaines. "Surprise me."

Blaine lifted an eyebrow and smiled. "Ok."

…

The town car was already pulled up in front of 1212 Fifth Avenue when the two arrived back. Blaine stepped out of the vehicle; even when he was dressed casually in his black Alexander McQueen skull cable knit sweater and grey jeans with suede loafers on his feet, he still looked like a million bucks. Kurt wasnt sure if he could compare. It had gotten warm out so he neglected a jacket as well, instead wearing red form-fitting jeans, a black button up shirt, white suspenders and dark shoes. The valet had opened his door for him before he could even properly get untangled from the seatbelt and Kurt thanked him as he went to stand off to the side. Blaine tipped the man as he handed over his keys and gestured with a smile for Kurt to follow him. George was waiting with the backdoor open; looking as professional as he always did with his well kept uniform and a pleasant smile on his face.

"Mr. Anderson. Mr. Hummel."

Kurt nodded to him. He really liked George. He was one of the people that worked for the Andersons that Kurt had really taken a liking to. Most of the others looked down at him. Maybe being a nanny wasnt something to respect. Blaine had his hand on the small of Kurts back as he led the boy to the vehicle.

"Mr. George," Blaine greeted with a smile. "Were going to Emack & Bolios."

Kurt climbed into the car first as he listened to the conversation. What in the heck is Emack & Bolios?

"Yes sir. Houston Street?"

Blaine shook his head no as he adjusted the diamond watch on his wrist. "Id prefer the one on Amsterdam Avenue. Well be in and out."

"Yes sir."

Blaine climbed into the backseat with Kurt and smiled at him as George closed the door behind them. He then rolled the partition up as his driver walked around the vehicle to get in and smiled at Kurt, reaching out to take his hand. Kurt noticed at some point, Blaine removed his wedding band. He felt a pang in his chest. "Whats Emack & Bolios?"

Blaine looked at him softly, their hands holding one anothers. "I thought you wanted to be surprised?"

Kurt smiled. "I changed my mind."

"Well, I thought wed stop for ice cream and then walk through Central Park while it was legal to," he said, making Kurt laugh. "And talk. I want to get to know you more."

That was fair. Kurt nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

Blaine smiled at him and moved a little closer. They were side by side for the rest of the ride, listening to the satellite radio play jazz and looking out at the city in late May. Kurt told the man about Burt, Carole, Finn, a little about his mother, but skimmed through and other discussion about high school. That could be discussed on a later date. Blaine respected that and was thankful for what he did get, even the part about Burt frequenting shooting ranges in Ohio, though that made him the slightest bit worried.

It turned out that Emack & Bolios had some fantastic ice cream. Blaine got an ice cream cone with a bunch of different toppings, rainbow sprinkles and chocolate sprinkles included, but Kurt settled for something a little less loud; hot fudge, caramel, and banana. He liked it simple.

George didnt ask any questions as he escorted them to Central Park West. Blaine could tell the man wanted to ask, but he didnt. They got out and Blaine told him theyd be fine getting home, allowing his employee the rest of the day off. Kurt licked at his ice cream cone as he followed his boss into the park. They were in a populous area at first. People were doing yoga and playing with their dogs, picnicking too. After walking for about five minutes, they were a little deeper in the park and around less people. Blaine took Kurts hand and started to climb a huge boulder, and though Kurt wanted to tell him that he was fine on the ground, he followed.

They sat close to the top and the view was gorgeous. Miles of green grass and city, of New Yorkers getting acclimated with the spring and of tourists taking in the sights. Kurt inhaled and looked out at it all. He turned to look at Blaine who had been watching him and smiled back.

"I catch you staring a lot, you know."

"Hm." Blaine licked at his topping heavy ice cream and then licked his lips. "Says the guy who broke a plate because he was drooling over me." Kurt blushed and Blaine laughed at him, looking out over the park. "But you know why I stare, Kurt." He turned to his right once again and smiled. "And Im not saying sorry."

Kurt rolled his eyes as he nudged him. "You make me blush too much. I dont want to be permanently red so Id appreciate it if you stopped."

Blaine grinned and moved closer.

They quietly enjoyed their ice cream a while longer. They also enjoyed finally being alone together at last at a time that wasnt past midnight. Kurt was worried someone that knew Blaine would pop up out of the blue and make this hard. He figured that would be a fear of his for a while. Of course if they got caught, he did have something against Sarah, but that wouldnt change how Blaines life would more than likely spiral in result to having an affair with a teenage boy.

"Ive been meaning to talk to you."

Kurt looked at him. "About?"

Blaine licked around the side of his cone and Kurt tried not to get turned on. There was a time and a place for everything. "Just things," Blaine answered. "I did want to run a few things by you. But, I think before I even begin, I should put a disclaimer out and say that I in no way want you to feel pressured by any of my decisions."

Kurt nodded at first before looking down and taking another lick from his ice cream. "What do you mean?"

Blaine turned to Kurt and watched him momentarily before his focus was back on a couple walking by. People seemed to be migrating towards the city streets. "Im going to talk to Sarah about us agreeing on a divorce." He stopped for a moment before continuing, feeling Kurts eyes on him. "I know that she isnt happy and I do think its time to move on."

Kurt simply nodded. He wasnt sure what he was feeling in reaction to the news but he definitely hoped his boss wasnt bullshitting him.

"I was thinking about how Im staying because of my daughter and how when Madison gets older, all of this may hurt her more. I dont want her to think that me staying in a situation that made me feel unhappy was all her fault… I dont want to tell her when shes older that I stayed because of her, and for her to feel any guilt or blame. You know?"

Kurt nodded some more.

"I just—I want her to know that its possible for her mother and I to love her even if we arent together and one day when shes old enough to find someone, I dont want her to think its ok to put up with anything that makes her miserable when she could be living to her utmost potential. Thats the kind of example Im setting." He stopped again to lick at the melting part of his ice cream, Kurt mimicking him. "But at the same time, I dont want you to think just because Im leaving her that you have to be with me. I still want to date you and to get to know you, Kurt. But, if it wasnt to work out for some reason, or maybe if you decided that another guy would be better for you, or that I have too much baggage, then that would be fine. Im not leaving this marriage specifically because I want to be with you. Im doing it for myself and for my daughter."

"But do you want to be with me?"

"Heavens yes," Blaine said with no hesitation. Kurt let his eyes rest on Blaines.

"Even though its going to be hard?"

Blaine looked at him.

"I dont think your family, besides Cooper maybe, would approve. I dont know about your colleagues either. My family would think Im out of my mind, Blaine."

That much was true, but Blaine hated having to sacrifice what made him happy because of what everyone else thought. Hed been conforming to peoples ideas of what his life was supposed to be since he was a little boy. How was any of it fair? He did have to take a minute to acknowledge this from Kurts point of view. His family probably wouldnt think much of him, honestly. But Blaine knew how he felt. He knew what being around Kurt did for his sense of self-worth and his mood overall. He had yet to wonder if he was living up to some sort of standards when they were together.

"I dont know. This is about you and me, Kurt." He trailed off and shrugged. "If we decide that we want to be together then we should. I cant imagine denying myself of you because my parents had a problem with it or even someone at work. And its 2014. Theyll get over themselves. I just turned 29. I need to grow up at some point."

Kurt nodded at that as he looked at Blaine. He couldnt argue. Ultimately it would be their decision. That didnt mean it would be easy but, at least they had a decision. "Youre right."

Blaine held the ice cream cone to his lips and took a long lick. Kurt stared. "And right now, I want to. Id hate to spend another 30 years doing what other people pressure me to do."

Kurt smiled, staring at Blaines lips. "Blaine… you have a little…" he gestured to the spot just over his upper lip.

Blaine licked them and raised an eyebrow questioningly as he looked at Kurt. "Did I get it?"

Kurt shook his head no. Blaine gave him a suspicious look like he thought he was being joked around with, and then the teen was leaning in, taking his top lip between his own and sucking sweetly. Blaine closed his eyes, opening them once a scarlet-faced Kurt pulled away. The older man watched him for a while before looking down at his ice cream with a smile.

"Wow."

Kurt adjusted his glasses on his face and laughed a little. "S-Sorry."

Blaine turned to him, still smiling. It was probably the dopiest smile ever but he didnt give a damn. "Why?"

Kurt licked his own lips. "Maybe I was too forward. A-And were in public…"

Blaine stared at him until Kurt looked up, the two of them eye to eye. He smiled and dabbed a little bit of ice cream on his cheek, making Kurt laugh as the two of them lounged on top of the huge boulder. "Oops. I think I have some more." Kurt shook his head at the adorable look on Blaines face before leaning in and kissing the dollop off of his cheek. Blaine couldnt help but blush himself.

They got quiet as they both tried to finish the dessert before it could melt all over their hands. They were successful and it didnt take that much longer. Kurt finished his first, eating the last of his cone and then sucking a bit of fudge from his fingers. Blaine didnt know he was staring until Kurt whispered, "Pervert," and he laughed a bit and bit his lip. Maybe that was true. He finished his cone and shared his napkins with the younger man who spoke.

"So youre genuinely interested in me…"

Blaine smiled, rolling his eyes away. "If it isnt obvious by now then Im doing something wrong."

Kurt stared at him. He smiled and looked down, wiping his fingers and dabbing at his mouth. Blaine tipped him by the chin and made the teen face him.

"Kurt, youre beautiful. Thats inside and out. You make me feel absolutely amazing, and you make me want to accomplish feats I wouldnt dare think of attempting a year before."

Kurt nodded at that, his eyes on Blaines. "You do the same for me."

Blaines thumb brushed along his jaw line. "Ive been lying dormant for years but I want to be better for myself and for us. All of us."

Kurt took a deep breath. This had to end now. Screw Timothys threats, and screw Sarahs threats. She was probably full of shit anyway. She was definitely right about one thing, though, and Kurts loyalties did lie with Blaine. "If I didnt want to be with you romantically or… physically... or in any way until after you and Sarah were separated, how would you react to that?"

Blaine smiled at him. "I would wait until you were ready. I have a lot of respect for you, Kurt."

Kurt nodded. I… I really need to tell you something."

"Cocoa!"

Blaine and Kurt looked away from one another and were reminded that there was a world outside their little bubble. Kurt noticed a couple kids that were maybe around 12 years old chasing a brown dog who were running towards the rock the two were on.

"COCOA COME BACK!"

Blaine smiled and climbed down from the rock, carefully navigating his way all the way down. He clapped his hands once his feet touched the ground and whistled for the dog. Cocoa ran right over and jumped on him; the poodle adoring the praise Blaine gave her.

The kids ran over, obviously out of breath. Blaine smiled at them as he grabbed her leash. "You guys gotta be more careful. Thats why Im a little reluctant to get my daughter a puppy."

The girl looked at her friend and he went to take the leash from Blaine. "Thank you sir. My dad wouldve let me have it."

"No problem," Blaine told him. He petted the dog behind the ears and smiled at her before waving goodbye, and they went on their way, being dragged by a very energetic Cocoa. Blaine turned and climbed his way back up the boulder wall, sitting next to a smiling Kurt who had forgotten the moment that passed. His boss smiled at him.

"You see? Poodles respect real men. ...What?"

Kurt shook his head, in awe. "I dont know. I just really like you, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine bit his lip and smirked. "You have got to stop calling me that. It gets me hard."

Kurt laughed and buried his face in both hands. Blaine leaned in and kissed his fingers, laughing a little himself.

"I was thinking wed ride a horse and carriage back home. Have you ever done it before?"

Kurt looked at him now, shaking his head no. "I havent done much of anything, Blaine."

The elder took his hand and smiled, carefully leading them back down to the grassy land of Central Park. Their hands stayed laced as they walked through the park, past the pond, to the horses and inside the carriage, all the way back to the penthouse. Blaine wasnt shy about being a big tipper. They had these telling smiles on their face as they walked separately back into the building. The smiles pretty much said that they were enjoying their time together a lot. The evening doorman was on post now and Blaine nodded to him before they got in the elevator. Surprisingly, there was no elevator man present to press the button. Kurt touched the top one himself and smiled at his boss making the most adorable kissy faces across from him.

"Youre really such an idiot."

Blaine laughed as he moved closer. "Youre dating an idiot so the joke is on you."

Kurt turned to look at him, his eyebrow high over the frame of his Gucci glasses teasingly. "Am I now?"

"You are." Blaine winked at him once they arrived on their floor and stepped off of the elevator. He led the way and Kurt allowed himself to enjoy the view of Blaine in those jeans, knowing the hotness of his face would totally give him away. Luckily, he had time to cool down as Blaine unlocked the door and stepped out of his shoes. It wasnt much time, because after Kurt undid his laces and Blaine locked the door behind him, he was picked up and carried over to the sofa. The teen made sure to take his glasses off so that thered be no damage; his arms wrapped around Blaines muscular shoulders as he laughed. Blaine smiled and slid the glasses from Kurts hand, placing them onto the coffee table. He pulled the suspenders down the boys arms and his lips went right back to the spot hed made on Kurts neck a couple nights prior— proceeding to darken it again—not stopping even when the boys phone began to ring.

"Ah," Kurt moaned, maneuvering a bit so that he could reach into his back pocket. Blaine moved his lips to Kurts throat as the teen gave a breathy sigh. "Its A-Adam."

That made the attorney stop. He looked at the phone, grabbed it, turned it off, and put it next to Kurts glasses on the coffee table. As Kurt laughed, he covered the boys soft, pink lips with his own and moved them methodically. Kurt felt more confident today for whatever reason, but he liked it. His hands were in Blaines sweater as the man slid between his legs, and then they were tangled in curly hair. He parted his lips and breathed in, moaning deliciously when his tongue was teased by Blaines.

"God," Blaine pulled back for a little air and smiled at Kurts darkened eyes, the teen pinned down by him. "You taste like Emack & Boilios and its so hot."

Kurt laughed, leaning up and recapturing his boss in a heated kiss. They laughed as they struggled not to fall off of the sofa and Kurts eyes threatened to roll back when the man began to kiss along his jaw. "Gosh I love it when you do that…"

Blaine sucked softly and breathed against the creamy skin. He felt Kurt tense as he moved his hips. "Im taking a couple weeks off after this one."

"Oh," Kurt half moaned, half answered. "Going anywhere?"

Blaine shook his head. "Just getting things in order. Spending time with those I care about…" he trailed off. "Whats up for you once school ends?"

Kurt moved his hands back down Blaines back. "Um, well I have a week of finals and then I have no dorm to return to."

Blaine hummed, working on that hickey.

"So Bas suggested looking f-for a place together. His apartment is pretty cramped as it is. Its pretty much a s-studio."

Blaine thought for a moment as he peppered kisses all over the teens neck and jaw. "Cooper owns a brownstone in Brooklyn he offered to sell me if you want to stay there."

Kurt stopped thrusting up so that he could participate in a serious conversation right now. "Really?"

Blaine nodded. "Its Downtown Brooklyn. Cobble Hill, actually. By the water. A lot of my college and music stuff that Sarah didnt want here is in there."

Kurt shook his head at that and stopped Blaine from grinding against him so that they could talk. "Have you thought about buying it from him before I came along?"

Blaine nodded. "All the time. Now Id have a reason for the investment and I wouldnt feel like Im being selfish."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Youre allowed to buy things for yourself."

"If you say so," he joked, kissing Kurt again. "But youre the only one who knows about it, and youd be the only one if you wanted to move in. We could fix it up together while Im on vacation… in terms of decorating I mean. Its already beautiful but Im guessing youd like to make it your own. There are three floors. Its huge."

Kurt nodded. "Thats more space than I actually need. Have you considered renting it out?"

"Too much work," Blaine said, waving the idea off. "Move Sebastian in with you if hes interested. But Adam isnt allowed, though. I dont even want him walking on the block."

Kurt laughed, shaking his head. "Youre ridiculous. Speaking of Adam… can I have my phone back?"

Blaine scoffed. "Nuh uh." He smiled at Kurts adorable eye roll and kissed him again. And then again, a little deeper. Kurt hummed and his eyes rolled back for a different reason this time, getting back into a rhythm as their bodies moved together.

"I should… probably start s-studying," Kurt said in between kisses.

Blaine didnt answer, at least not verbally. His response was to kiss from Kurts top lip to the bottom. The teen smiled and ran his tongue over Blaines. "And thank you for even considering, mm— getting a place for me…"

Blaine nodded. He was undeniably hard in his jeans. "Dont mention it. Ill take care of you."

Kurt hummed. "You take care of everyone. You deserve to be taken care of…"

Blaine buried his face in Kurts neck and rocked his hips down, rubbing against the teen. It felt amazing. "W-Well when Im an old man, youll have your turn."

Kurt snorted. "You are an old man—ow." He laughed at the pinch to the rib.

Teasing kisses definitely became long kisses along the way, and slow strokes became deeper ones as they each timed the way they moved their hips, thrusting against one another and letting out shaky breaths. Blaines hands were digging into the sofa cushion as Kurt grinded up into him and he really wanted to go further.

Patience, he told himself.

Kurt wasnt on the same page, apparently. His hands slid down Blaines back and grabbed for the mans ass, rubbing over the denim as Blaine moaned and squeezing when the man started moving faster. Blaine gasped, desperately moving his lips to Kurts as he moaned; Kurt palming his ass. Only the teen pulled back and smiled; eyes barely open as he spoke.

"Go get my things. I need to study."

Blaines dick had never been harder. He dropped his head and groaned. "Damn it, Kurt."

The boy smiled a little. "Please?"

"Fine," Blaine sat up and knelt in between his legs, reaching into his pants to adjust himself. Kurt watched and smiled, almost laughing at the pouty face from the older man. "Thank you, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine mumbled, getting up and going towards the back. "I bet you I can find the gift you got for me."

Kurt smiled. "I doubt it." He sat up to watch the man walk away before practically grinning to himself. He touched the butt. That was very awesome.

But a lot was awesome about today, specifically how Blaine was seriously considering leaving Sarah. It was something that definitely needed to happen. Hopefully the tramp would get nothing because that was exactly what she deserved. Hed tell Blaine to use any other divorce lawyer but Timothy OBrien. But enough about Sarah, Blaine seemed to genuinely like him. No, he wasnt some fashion magazine editor with tons of money, and yes he was a bit of a nerd and a little socially awkward, but Blaine liked him regardless of those things.

He reached for his phone and turned it on, grabbing his glasses and returning them to his face.

One missed call from Adam.

You have (1) new voicemail.

Kurt went to his messaging app and went to Sebastians name.

To Sebastian:

I hope youre having a good time with Hunter. Tell him I said hey. :) My day has been pretty awesome too. Im glad I took your advice.

He sent the message and lay back, looking around the beautifully decorated living room. He heard footsteps a second or two later and then smiled as he sat up, turning to face Blaine. The man didnt have his books in his hands, though.

Instead, he was holding a check.

"Do you care to tell me why my wife wrote you a check for 5 grand, Kurt?"