Chapter 9

The sound of Blaine's Maison Martin Margiela leather oxford shoes sounded against the floor as the man walked through the law office of Timothy O'Brien. He pushed open the double glass doors and smiled his million dollar smile at the receptionist as he entered. The woman's cheeks went hot as she watched him walk over to the desk.

“Good afternoon.” Blaine's voice was as dreamy as it always was as he spoke to the redhead. “Is O'Brien around? I reckon I should've called first but I was… passing through on my way out for the afternoon.”

She nodded, saying nothing. Blaine looked at her for a moment and it wasn't hard to notice how dreamy-eyed her expression had become. He tried not to sigh as he glanced down the hall to where Tim's office was located. After standing there a few seconds longer, the man faced the receptionist again and slowly arched an eyebrow. “Ok. Well can you let him know I'm coming in? It'll be a short visit.”

“S-Sure!” She quickly picked up the phone and dialed his extension. After a quick ‘Mr. Anderson is here to see you', Blaine smiled at her again before making his way to the man's office. It had been quite some time since Blaine last frequented this floor. Anyone who he needed or who needed him usually came up to his office. Today though, he thought it best to pay Timothy a quick visit.

Blaine knocked twice before turning the knob on the wooden door.

“Boss man!” Tim smiled as he sat up straighter in his seat. His office was well kept as usual. “Welcome to my humble abode! To what do I owe the privilege?”

Blaine smiled at him, removing his hands from his pockets and glancing around the room. He noted the degrees on the wall and photos of Tim when he'd participated in marathons or other races around the city. “I thought I'd come check on you. See how you were doing and all.”

Tim smiled. “Hm. Sure you did. What do you really want?”

“I'm serious,” Blaine said with a short laugh, turning to look at him. He took a seat and stared at the man across the desk. Tim looked skeptical but that constant smirk was on his lips. “So tell me how your weekend went. I remember you mentioning going away?”

With your wife. Yes. “I did go away.” Tim put his pen down since it seemed evident that he'd be getting little work done over the next few minutes. “It was really incredible. I may rent out the cabin again soon.”

Blaine hated the smug smile on the man's face, but he nodded anyway. “I'm glad to hear that you had a good time. My weekend wasn't so bad either. I got to spoil my daughter, and then Sarah got home…” Blaine bit his lip as he pretended to reminisce. “I guess going around her parents makes her crazy. She really seemed to miss me. But that's not something I came here to discuss.” He cleared his throat and sat forward, and it wasn't hard to miss Tim's reaction to the lie he'd just told. Tim looked more than pissed off. That was pretty much all the confirmation he needed. “As you know, I'm going away for a couple weeks. My last day is Friday. I've already assigned Duval to the trial we discussed, and he's up to the task. I'm sure he can handle it. As for you, I need you to handle something for me too.”

Timothy seemed to get his emotions in check as he looked at his boss. “What is it?”

“If you can handle it, that is. I know you specialize in family law but we've got a big corporate case coming up that Jamison will need assistance on.”

“Mr. Jamison?” Timothy couldn't believe what he was hearing. Harold Jamison was Partner in the firm for the past 25 years. “Wants my assistance?”

Blaine shook his head no. “He wants my assistance, and usually I'd be at his side. But since I'm going away, he wanted me to recommend someone else. I'm not sure if you're comfortable, but everyone else is tied down with their own cases and—”

“I can handle it.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Are you sure? This isn't your simple ‘Husband gets the dog, Wife gets the cat' case. This is corporate law. This is the shit that made me a millionaire, Tim. You wouldn't want to let Jamison down either, because that'd meant I let him down by recommending you assist him—”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Timothy said clearly. “Trust me. I can handle it. You know me by now.”

All too well, Blaine thought. He smiled and nodded. “So I trust that when I return to work, things will be going smoothly?”

Tim smiled. “You go have the time of your life. You deserve it.”

Blaine stood up. “Ms. Lopez will make sure that you have all the notes and that you're caught up to speed. I've got to get back to my office.”

“Thanks for this.”

“No problem,” Blaine smiled at him before leaving the office. He closed the door behind him. Timothy shook his head and laughed to himself as he spun in his chair.

“Dumb ass.”

Blaine said goodbye to the receptionist and when he got on the elevator, he couldn't help but smile to himself. That was one thing taken care of. Once he informed Mr. Jamison that Timothy was on board to assist him in the case, everything would be official. Tim would be busier than he'd ever been in his life with this case. His girlfriend wouldn't like that too much.

When Blaine got back down to the lobby, he read through his messages.

From Kurt:

Do you think you'll be finished in time to pick up Madison from her dance lessons? If not, I can do it. I'm just wondering because I still have a few grand to spend and all.

Blaine smiled as he walked towards the exit.

To Kurt:

I got her. Go make it rain. ;)

From Kurt:

Don't say that, grandpa.

The man laughed at that. “We'll see if you call me grandpa later on,” he mumbled to himself. He couldn't help but to smirk as he exited the building.

…

All eyes were on Blaine as he walked into the Café near his lower Manhattan Law Office. It wasn't anything he wasn't used to, and it wasn't that he was cocky or something of the sort, but he was often the type to draw attention when he entered the room. Maybe it was his ‘dominating presence', or his ‘welcoming personality'. At least that was the bullshit fed to him when he was growing up. Either way, he walked over to join the line in the small café and pulled at the lapel of his Canali blazer as he waited. A middle-aged woman smiled at him from her corner table and he looked away before she could get any ideas, sliding his free hand that didn't hold his Fendi brief case into his pocket.

The clock on the wall read 4:47. Blaine was thrilled to be out of the office for the day, and he couldn't wait to be out of the office for the week. The vacation coming up would be so necessary to his mental health. There was a lot going on in his life right now, and dealing with everyone else's problems wasn't really helping. His assistant was looking forward to it almost as much as he was, and he guessed that meant she was tiring of him, but working for Blaine had to be better than working for the other lawyers of Jones Day Law Firm.

It was scary to think about how much things would change in the next week. It was scary to think about how Madison would play into it, and how much she'd be affected. Blaine didn't know how he'd handle telling his daughter that he and Sarah weren't going to be together anymore. He didn't want to say that they'd fallen out of love, because he wasn't sure that it was ever really love to begin with. Blaine loved Sarah the way a man loved the woman who gave birth to his child, but that was the furthest it went. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't enough to keep him where he was—it wasn't enough to make him happy or to feel like maybe they could do this until Madison was a little older. This was going to be hard for her and Blaine hated that he had to do hurt his little girl. But once his lawyer had everything put in place, Blaine knew that he had to give Sarah the papers. And though Kurt said it wouldn't be fair for her to keep the penthouse, he'd let her stay there while it was on the market, but when someone bought, she was on her own.

As Blaine stepped forward in line, he wondered if he was being cruel. He didn't want to be that guy; overreacting because he felt that he was betrayed, when there was so much that played into it. Blaine was unfaithful too, and he knew that. No, it didn't really compare to how much Sarah had done, but a wrong was still a wrong whether it was a huge one or a small one. Regardless of that, he was the one with the power now. Sarah would need to get her own place. Who knew, if she was lucky, maybe she could move into Tim's midtown apartment.

“Welcome to Café Exchange. What can I get for you?”

“Hey,” Blaine said with a smile, making the girl blush. “I'll just have a medium tea with lemon and uh… a toasted poppy seed bagel with cream cheese.” He took out a $20 bill and told her to keep the change before walking over to the bar to wait for his order. It was there that he noticed a familiar face and the familiar face half-smiled when he saw him.

“Hi! Mr. … Mr. Anderson, right?”

There was that wonderful British accent. Blaine nodded at him and forced a smile, holding out his hand. “Anthony? It's good to see you again. How's it going?”

“It's Adam,” the man answered, chuckling softly as he greeted him with a handshake.

Blaine apologized. “Adam. Right. How've you been?” he asked again, making small talk.

“Well. No need to complain really. Everything is going okay.”

Blaine nodded to him and switched the hand his brief case was in. “I'm happy to hear that. So,” he paused to smile a little as he tried to read the Englishman's face. “How was your date Friday night?”

Adam almost answered but his order arrived. He thanked the barista and took the Styrofoam cup. “It went better than I expected any blind date to go. Kurt's a good man. Smart and cute too.” He smiled. “We've got a coffee date on Wednesday, just the two of us.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow at the news. “Oh? Well that's good.”

“Yeah. I hope to make more progress then.” Adam nodded and gestured over to an empty table. “Do you have a moment? You can join me if you wish. I reckon you know him well? He works for you and all. I'd hate to make an arse of myself, you know?”

Blaine nodded at him, but Adam was seriously stupid if he thought he'd be giving him any help with Kurt. “I hear you, but I have to pick up my daughter from her ballet class so I can't stay for long. I'm sorry.”

“It's fine.”

God. Did he smile all the time? And his beanie. Blaine didn't know why but he wanted to burn the thing.

“Um,” Adam paused and then waved goodbye. “It was good seeing you again, mate.”

“Likewise,” Blaine lied. He looked away when the barista handed him his tea and smiled, accepting the bag as well. Adam walked over to a table and Blaine nodded to him again when he walked by.

A coffee date wasn't that bad. Of course Kurt hadn't mentioned it, but it was more than likely Kurt trying to be polite by going out with Adam as friends. But Blaine knew Adam was really into him, so that could be a problem. Ignoring the thoughts in his head, Blaine walked down the busy city street and headed over to his BMW. He placed his briefcase and Café Exchange bag in the passenger side before getting in the car and placing his tea in the cup holder. His phone was littered with messages.

From S. Lopez:

I totally remember Hummel! He was a freshman at McKinley high school when I was a senior! My, how he's grown. I mean, he's still a dorky little twerp, but I won't deny that he's attractive. Ok he's hot. He's also gay and probably like 20, so you have some explaining to do tomorrow morning. :D

Blaine shook his head at the message before going to the next thread. He wasn't sure what to make of that, but he did want to ask Kurt to tell him more about when he was younger. That was for sure.

From Sarah:

Two pairs of my red bottom heels are missing. Do you know how expensive Louboutins are? I'm firing the maid. Kurt will be able to clean and watch Maddie with summer coming and college being out so it isn't like we'll be at a loss. Plus, we'll save money.

We'll save money, he thought, shaking his head. She paid for squat. Well, she probably was paying the building to keep quiet about her affair. And yes, he did know how expensive Louboutins were because he was the one who purchased them. She was ridiculous. He'd need to talk to Cooper some more about an asking price for the Brownstone. He didn't know if Kurt would feel comfortable moving in with him and his daughter but they'd have to go somewhere while he sold the condo.

From Dad:

Firs p

From Dad:

I don't know why your mother bought me this. Phone. I can barely use

From Dad:

It.

From Dad:

When are you and your brother coming? We miss our grandchildren. It's been too long Baine.

Blaine sighed and put the phone down. He'd probably give his folks a heart attack with the news of him and Sarah divorcing, not to mention him dating a man now. Blaine shook his head and started up the vehicle. There was no sense in stressing himself out over it. The lawyer drove to his daughter's dance studio and decided to watch her class until it was time for them to go home.

…

From Sebastian:

Where are youuuuuu?

Kurt looked away from himself in the mirror and down at his cell phone. There were five messages from Sebastian at this point, and none of them were helping the anxiety Kurt felt. He was so nervous about screwing this up, and Sarah exposing him for the not-so-confident boy he really was.

But then he looked at himself again. He remembered earlier that day, marching into Blaine's office and licking the man's navel as he undid his zipper. He could remember how easy it was to make the man fall apart, and how Blaine's eyes stayed glued on his body as he went to leave the room. That was the epitome of confidence. He even felt a tad bit arrogant, but at that moment he could afford to. At that moment, he had Blaine Anderson in the palm of his hand. This thing with Sarah was a totally different story.

From Sebastian:

Well. You asked for it. I'm sending you a bunch of selfies I have saved on my phone until you reply.

From Sebasitan:

From Sebastian:

From Sebastian:

Kurt picked up the phone and quickly replied.

To Sebastian:

Please. Please stop.

To Sebastian:

And is there a reason your hand is on your face in all of them?

From Sebastian:

I love you too. What are you doing? I called out of work so that I could accompany you wherever you wanted to drag me and now you won't answer me? I could kick your ass.

From Sebastian:

Because I look cute as shit like that.

Kurt walked over to his bed. He knew he needed to go out. He knew that part of his plan was to show up after Sarah had gotten home for the evening. But, a great part of Kurt Hummel was concerned about all of this. He honestly believed he'd pussy out.

To Sebastian:

I'm in my room, looking at this outfit in the mirror. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I look good, but I don't feel very confident. I feel like Kurt Hummel. I need to feel like a Sebastian Smythe.

He took a deep breath after sending it, and that's when it hit him. You know what would help right now? A quick call to Blaine would help. It wasn't that Sebastian wasn't awesome, because most days he was respectable, but Kurt knew if anyone could talk him up right now, it'd be the guy who'd designed this plan in the first place.

From Sebastian:

Well Sebastian Smythe thinks that Kurt Hummel has every reason to feel good about himself, because Kurt Hummel is a beautiful man who just so happened to suck a nice, long cock today.

From Sebastian:

Send me a pic of this outfit. I want to approve it.

Kurt was about to go and take a picture in the mirror but shook his head no. Instead, he sent a BRB text to his friend and clicked Blaine's contact, dialing the number. As it rang, the teen wondered what in the hell he was doing. Why couldn't he just get over himself and do this?!

“Hey handsome,” Blaine answered. He cleared his throat. “Sorry if you hear chewing but this bagel is quite heavenly.”

Kurt smiled and shook his head, walking back over to the mirror. “I needed to hear from you because I'm getting a little nervous I guess…”

“About?”

The sound of the ballerina music could be heard in the background. Kurt smiled as he imagined Blaine surrounded by a bunch of moms waiting for their daughters as well. “This.... This whole Sarah thing. She'll probably eat me alive.”

Blaine hummed. “I can understand that. And you don't have to do anything you don't want to. But when you think about it, Kurt, you're the one in control. She spilled everything to you. Hell, she'll probably say even more to you tonight.”

Kurt was quiet as that registered.

“And she doesn't want me to know about her and Tim. Tim doesn't want me to know about him and her. I have him in my palm now, but that's a different story. Anyway, she'd give you what you wanted. And he will be very busy for the next few weeks so he has very little time to harass you about anything.”

“Thank you.”

“Don't,” Blaine said. He swallowed after chewing and spoke again. “If you ­­don't feel confident enough doing it for you, then do it for me.”

Kurt smiled and leant against the vanity. “What makes you think I want to do it for you, huh?”

There was a slight hesitation but Kurt knew his boss was smiling. “Because you like me and you really want to kiss me.”

“Hm…”

“And there was no lack in confidence when you were blowing me earlier; that was for sure.”

Kurt began to laugh. That was totally different, though. “I liked that.”

“Did you?”

Kurt smiled and then bit his lip. “I did.”

Blaine cleared his throat. “I'll tell you what. If you don't want to, you definitely don't have to. I won't look at you any differently. Besides, the first five thousand is enough.”

Kurt was quiet. He still wasn't sure just what he'd do, but he wanted to give this confident!Kurt one more try.

“Later tonight,” Blaine continued. “I'll confidently return the favor.”

Kurt bit his lip. “I'll think about it.”

“Oh,” Blaine began. “You will let me, because you can't stop thinking about it. My lips all over you—”

“I'm hanging up now,” Kurt rushed out, his cheeks burning red. Blaine laughed and said goodbye. They hung up and Kurt couldn't believe he was still as shy as he was after everything he'd done in the past few days. But phone sex… he wasn't ready for that. He'd make a fool of himself.

He went back to the messages between himself and Bas and stood in the middle of the room, took a picture, and then attached it.

To Sebastian:

Here you go…

To Sebastian:

I've got quite a bit of money to blow. I definitely need to stop somewhere important though.

From Sebastian:

GODDDAMNNN

To Sebastian:

But we can go anywhere else after that. Maybe I'll treat you to something nice since you got me all of those tight jeans out of the kindness of your heart….

To Sebastian:

I guess that means you like my ensemble?

From Sebastian:

DAMMMNNNN THOUGH

To Sebastian:

Well, I'm just going to have George bring me to your place. Hopefully by the time I get there, you'll be able to have a conversation like an adult again. 

…

Kurt walked side by side with his best friend, but it was obvious that Sebastian was still sneaking peeks. He'd been sneaking peeks since Kurt got out of the Anderson vehicle. They weren't even subtle, either, but then again Sebastian wasn't the subtle type of guy. He was the go big or go home type of guy.

“Stop looking at me like that, Bas.”

Sebastian looked away but only because his staring caused him to bump into a kid. He apologized and Kurt smirked, shaking his head. They'd walked another block up 9th Avenue when Sebastian started staring at him again.

“I'm going to tell Mr. Anderson that you're looking at what's his and he won't like it too much.”

Sebastian's eyes went wide as his jaw dropped comically. He heard Kurt laughed as the younger teen walked up. “Well there's my little tiger!” He threw his arm around Kurt and swayed in time with him. “Can't have a guy that doesn't even reach my nipples beat me up.”

Kurt laughed some more. “Well if you keep talking about him like that, I'll beat you up.”

“Such a hot, violent couple. So what's on the agenda?”

Kurt thought about where they'd go first as he looked around the city. “I most definitely need to go to B&H Photo. After that, we can pretty much go anywhere you want.”

Sebastian nodded as he put his hands in his pockets. “May I ask what's at B&H Photo that you most definitely need to stop there? Wait—you're making a naughty video for Mr. Anderson and you need a high-definition camera!”

“Don't get your hopes up, Bas.” Kurt did his best not to blush. “That's not even close.”

Sebastian pouted. “Well, what is it then?”

Kurt was about to respond when a gentleman walking by touched his hand. He looked back and the man smiled before winking at him. Sebastian rolled his eyes and stepped in the guy's view. “Back off, ass wipe.”

The brown-eyed man put his hands in the air and retreated down the city sidewalk. Kurt smirked to himself as they prepared to cross the one-way street. “I guess I do look pretty hot, huh? Strangers can't even keep their hands off of me.”

Sebastian caught up to him. “Where's your boss in his sexy car and possessive rage when you need him?”

Kurt smiled. “To answer your earlier question, I'm going to be getting a little tech savvy. After that, maybe we can go to SoHo and I can buy a bunch of clothes and ‘look the part' of a guy who lives in a upper Manhattan penthouse.” Kurt got quiet as they approached the B&H Photo store. “I don't know.”

Sebastian nodded. “Personally, I think if you're switching up your style, it doesn't have to be anything drastic. More name brand, less New Balance sneakers. You don't have to dress like Blaine but dress like a guy who's dating Blaine. Think: Power Couple.”

Kurt smiled. “Good idea. Can we stop talking about clothes now though? I read this blog post from Neil DeGrasse Tyson and Felicia Day about Curiosity and how it's now been two years on Mars! Isn't that exciting?”

Sebastian smiled as he held the door open for his best friend. “You better not ever fucking change, Hummel.”

…

The pair ended up buying A PEN from B&H. Kurt dragged Sebastian to B&H for A PEN. It was a twenty buck PEN!

It took some time, but he was forgiven for—quote “wasting precious time buying stationary” by the time they got to SoHo. They bonded over talk about a book they'd start reading that week and purchased a few new outfits from the Jeremy Argyle boutique. From there, Kurt smiled as he made his best friend's day even better.

“So your birthday is in a little over two weeks and since you're going to be in Ohio, I figured that I could get you something tonight! Anything you want to do. Well, as long as I'm home by 8.”

Sebastian held some of his friend's bags as well as his own. He looked at Kurt and smiled. “Anything?”

Kurt's face changed. “Did I speak too soon?”

“Yes. We're in SoHo. There are sex shops all over. You, my friend, are buying the kinkiest dildo I can find.”

Kurt went pale. “On second thought, fuck you and your birthday—” He was grabbed by the arm and dragged in the direction of Simply Pleasure on Brewer Street.

Kurt needed new friends.

…

The sound of Madison's laugh made Blaine smile even though he was seated next to his wife on the sofa. He wanted to be anywhere but here, but he needed to keep up appearances, and Sarah seemed fine stroking his arm as she went over an article one of her journalists had written.

Blaine looked at the TV. The Nancy Drew movie was on. His daughter was literally quoting along with 75% of the lines due to the fact that she had seen it so much. Blaine looked down at his wife's fingertips as they stroked along his wrist before the woman laced their fingers together. She smiled when she realized his hold was so tense. “I guess I need to give you a massage tonight. Everything ok?”

Blaine didn't answer at first. He only continued staring at the large screen television. Sarah put her head on his shoulder.

“Did something happen at work, sweetie?”

“Work is fine,” he said shortly. Then he took a deep breath. “I'm thinking about taking a couple weeks off.”

His wife perked up, looking away from the computer on her lap. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Madison climbed onto the sofa and then onto his lap. She called him a pumpkin butt and then focused on the movie again, laughing when he tickled her side. “I've been working non-stop since the start of the year. I'm driving myself crazy.”

Sarah kissed her daughter on the cheek and the girl climbed over to her lap, looking at the movie once more. Blaine looked at the two of them. They were like night and day, basically because Madison was a spitting image of her father, but a lot of Sarah's positive qualities had rubbed off on Maddie. She had the same determination to get what she wanted and that same curiosity. Sometimes it got her in trouble, but many times she'd learn something she didn't know the day before.

“Maybe a couple weeks off will do you justice then, sweetie. I wish I could afford to take off some time with you but we have to get this June issue out and I have so many meetings pertaining to interviews for July and August. It's hectic.”

Blaine nodded. “I understand. I need to be alone anyway. Think out loud and all.”

She looked at him and Blaine could tell she was a bit suspicious, but she nodded anyway. Madison mumbled about being hungry and Blaine took that as his opportunity to get away. “Go and get ready for your bath, Princess. We'll make spaghetti when you're all cleaned up.”

Madison hopped down with a wide smile. She skipped off to her room in her bunny slippers and Blaine stood up to stretch. Sarah watched him. She got a text on her phone and hid it until realizing it wasn't from her lover. Blaine walked off and went towards the kitchen to prep for dinner.

Because the television was so loud, neither the husband nor wife heard the door open. They did however hear when it was kicked closed by Kurt. Blaine stared from across the condo.

He. Looked. Good.

Kurt wasn't even showing any of this apparent trepidation he called his boyfriend about earlier. Right now, he looked sexy and he owned it. Sarah stared at him and then quirked an eyebrow when she saw the many shopping bags in his hand. She pushed her work off her lap and stood up; arms folded over her chest as she walked over to greet him.

“Wow. Look at you,” she said. Her eyes moved from his clear face down his body. She was impressed by the outfit—Kurt could easily pass for one of her models. The magazine would've loved to have a fresh face like his and a body like his. But then she saw the five or six bags from different stores, one of which being Alexander McQueen, and her entire demeanor changed. She smirked, though Kurt couldn't exactly tell if this was a pleased smirk or a pissed off smirk and that did frighten him a little.

But it was now or never.

The answer was definitely now.

“Someone's been on a shopping spree…” Sarah stared at him. That look was nothing short of intimidating, but Kurt stood his ground. All he had to do was remember how this woman made him feel like nothing countless times, and how this woman referred to him as her bitch the previous week, and wanting a little revenge was easy. Of course, it could be said that sucking her husband's cock while he moaned like a virgin was revenge enough, but it wasn't. Kurt deserved a little bit more.

“Well, I have been shopping,” Kurt said nonchalantly in the most obvious tone he could muster. “So that's a great observation on your behalf.” He dropped the bags and undid his jacket, smiling at the woman as she watched him.

Nope. She wasn't happy.

“The thing is, I kinda ran out,” Kurt told her. He gave a small smile when her face didn't change. “I happened to pick up one of your magazines… well I picked up Elle Man, and it had a lot of fashion tips for guys like me. You know. Normies. And the crazy thing is, I had just come into a bit of money, so I figured why the hell not, you know?”

She glared at him.

“So I went to Armani. Then I went to Burberry. I stopped in SoHo. I bought a few things for my friend. You may remember—the guy who I came back here with the day we caught you boning someone else…” Kurt was shaking but he refused to let her notice. He was in control. Sarah was livid, and he was on a roll, and Blaine was watching the two of them from the kitchen so they both had to act casual, but this was amazing. “Anyway, as I was saying. The money ran out.”

Sarah started to smile and shook her head. “Good for you. Now you'll look a little less like a fucking joke. You were a bit of an embarrassment, honestly.”

Kurt smiled now. “…I ran out.”

“How's that my problem?”

“How isn't it your problem?” Kurt asked. He looked at her as if she was crazy and picked up the bags. “I tell you what. I'm going to put all of my things away. You're going to grab your check book and meet me in my room—”

“Like hell I am!” She kept her voice low so it was more of a whisper-shout, and Kurt brushed at his vest with a smirk before picking up the bags he hadn't yet grabbed. “I can fire you in an instant, buddy!”

“Do it,” he said. “I can march over there and let your husband know about you and this Tim guy you blabbered about. We can handle things that way, or, you can bring your check book to my room and we can work something out. I'll be waiting.” He walked off and left her standing there. Blaine's eyes were dark as he watched Kurt walk towards the hall. Those jeans and that ass. Good lord.

“Good evening, Mr. Anderson. Thanks for giving me a few hours to handle things!”

Blaine snapped out of it and smiled. “Um yeah. No problem.”

Kurt headed off to his room and Blaine looked to his wife who was still standing by the doorway. She exhaled and then went back over to the sofa. Blaine tried his hardest not to smile but it was proving to be difficult. “Christ. How much are we paying that kid?” He allowed himself to smile now, but stopped when Sarah didn't react.  “…Are you okay, honey?”

“Hm?” She looked up. “Oh, yeah. I'm fine.”

Blaine smiled and went back to slicing sausages.

...

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Timothy looked away from the case files and rolled his eyes as he saw who the call was from. He answered anyway. “Yes, darling?”

Sarah sounded a mixture of frantic and pissed off beyond belief. “You need to fix this. Kurt's asking me for more money. Apparently he's blown through the 5 grand I gave him to keep his faggy little mouth shut, and now he wants more. You need to handle this.”

Tim waited a moment. Then he laughed as he went back to his work. This wasn't his problem. He wasn't the one cheating on his spouse. “Listen, I have important work to handle. Your idiot husband assigned me to a case with the big man on campus and if I can outshine his dumb ass, I see a promotion in the very near future. So you go handle your twink. I've seen him. He looks like a tween. It can't be that hard to keep him in check.”

Sarah huffed into the phone. “Are you sure that it's solely my problem? I'm sure it's our problem.”

“He doesn't know me.”

“He knows your name.”

Tim sat up. “Why would he know my name?”

“I told him.” She sounded like she was smiling. “There's no way I'm going down by myself. Now I'm not paying him another dime. It's your turn.”

Timothy smiled and rubbed at his temple. “You're unbelievable. How much does the child want, Sarah? And what's to stop him from asking for more? Or telling? I'm not playing this game. You may as well tell Blaine and get it over with.”

“That's not happening.”

“Well I'm not giving some kid money so he can extort more out of me when he's run out.”

Sarah took a deep breath. “I guess it's either you give him five thousand dollars or he ends up telling Blaine, and that case that you're so excited about getting promoted over is out of your hands like just like that.”

“Five thousand dollars?” Tim smiled and tossed his pen onto the desk. “Five grand. Do you think I'm a millionaire like the man you're married to? New flash: the answer is no.”

“I think you're in deep shit,” Sarah told him. “And you are by no means poor, Timmy. Now what's it going to be?”

Timothy dragged a hand down his face. He didn't know why he dealt with this shit. “Ok. Fine. I'll stop by your office tomorrow and drop it off, ok? But after this, you tell that cock sucker to go fuck himself. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

Tim sighed. “I love you, Sarah. Bye.”

“I love you too.”

He ended the call before picking up his water bottle and throwing it forcefully across the room. With the shake of his head he turned to look out the window.

This better be worth it.

…

Kurt had changed into a t-shirt and flannel pajama pants. Flannel Ralph Lauren pajama pants. He mussed his hair until it was going in different directions and left the contacts in, and he looked like one of those guys on campus who got a lot of chicks. He shook his head at the thought when there was a knock at the door. It was Sarah's without a doubt, and the knowledge made Kurt's heart beat faster. He clipped the pen he got from B&H Photo to his t-shirt pocket and opened the door.

“Oh,” he said, sounding a little disappointed. “I don't see a check book.”

Sarah pushed him inside and closed the door, locking it behind them. She turned and faced the teen and he almost stumbled back before regaining his composure. “Listen here you piece of shit, I'm giving you five thousand dollars more tomorrow—”

“I don't remember giving you a time frame other than tonight,” Kurt said thoughtfully.

“I don't care.” Sarah stepped closer and Kurt stepped back, making sure the pen could pick up everything being said.

“Tomorrow, Timothy is going to give you another five thousand dollars. You're going to take that and you better fucking make it last, because you're getting nothing more.”

Kurt nodded. “I won't need anything more. That's perfectly fine.”

Sarah glared at him. “You know what, Kurt. You're a smart kid. I see a lot of good in you, and a lot of what makes a person successful. One day, you're going to have a husband of your own, and someone like you—someone so driven and focused on what you want… he probably won't be able to keep up. You're going to understand what I'm going through, Kurt. There'll be someone who can give you more.”

Kurt only looked at her.

“And when he does turn out to be a disappointment, and your eyes do begin to wander, you'll find yourself with someone else. Someone like you, Kurt… you're going to want the best of the best, because you have the potential to be the best of the best. I cheated because I wanted better, and I know one day you'll understand where I'm coming from.”

“I wouldn't cheat on my boyfriend or my husband. If things were as bad as you're saying they are with Blaine, you should've ended it.”

“And I will end it one day.” She shrugged and turned away, heading to the door. “But for right now, I'm going to have my cake and eat it too.”

Kurt watched her open the door. She glanced into the hallway. “Tomorrow. Then that's it.”

Kurt nodded and walked forward to close the door behind her. He locked it and smiled to himself, ending the recording and putting the pen in his drawer. He'd have to edit all of the bad parts out and leave it just so that he confession was kept, but that should be enough for Blaine to hand over to the lawyer. Kurt smiled and plopped down on the bed.

From Sebastian:

Dude. I know I was supposed to wait until my birthday. But.

From Sebastian:

This dildo. Is awesome.

…

It was 4 AM when Blaine snuck out of bed. His wife was draped over him so it was difficult, but he succeeded. He pulled on a red hoodie and black sweat pants, sliding his wedding band off and into his pocket before stepping into his Del Torro World Cup sneakers. This was one of those times he was grateful that Sarah was such a sound sleeper.

To Kurt:

You up, baby?

He looked at her and tip toed his way out of the dark room, closing the bedroom door behind him.

From Kurt:

Getting dressed now.

Blaine pocketed the phone and walked down the long hall. He remained quiet as he peeked into his daughter's room to make sure Madison was sound asleep. The girl's night light was on, and she had cuddled up with her stuffed teddy bear. He smiled at her before making his way to Kurt's room.

The door was opened. He stepped in just in time to see Kurt doing his zipper. The glasses were on, as was a long sleeved black t-shirt with a pair of those skinny jeans that made Blaine salivate because of the way they fit Kurt. Black Timberland boots were on his feet. Blaine walked over and smiled, picking him up and laying him on the bed. Kurt laughed into the kiss that met his lips.

“You're wasting precious time… I have a final in a few hours…”

Blaine kissed his cheek before pulling away; their eyes meeting. Kurt blushed, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders. “I didn't even get to see all you bought and you didn't tell me anything about what happened. God, you looked so sexy sticking it to her like that. You have to tell me everything.”

Kurt bit his lip. “Honest question first.”

“Anything, beautiful.”

Kurt looked in his eyes. “Do you like that Kurt better or me?”

Blaine smiled as he continued to keep eye contact with the boy beneath him. “I like Kurt Hummel the best. But you can't convince me that the same Kurt I'm kissing now,” he leant in and kissed him, “is any different from the Kurt that dealt with Sarah Delfino earlier. I don't even want to call her by my name anymore. She's back to her maiden name with me.”

Kurt smiled and shook his head. “I don't know. I felt like I was pretending to be someone. Real me would never have the balls to do that.”

Blaine smiled and kissed him again. “I don't know. You get picked on enough and you change. Most times for the better. But if you weren't comfortable earlier then I'll be the big bad wolf in the relationship. Nothing will harm you while I'm around.”

Kurt smiled. “We should get out of here, Blaine.”

The man stood up and pulled Kurt with him. “We're sneaking out the back exit to avoid the doorman. I'll let you drive my baby if you want…”

Kurt was clearly taken aback by that if his raised eyebrow and slacked jaw was any indication. “Are—Are y-you for real?”

Blaine smiled and led the way. “C'mon, dummy.”

…

Of course, Kurt should've known there was a trick to Blaine letting him drive. He had a hand in his pants a quarter of the way back to their spot, and it felt amazing. Blaine wasn't stroking him, or doing anything that'd make him lose focus on the road, or come in his pants. He'd only been fondling him a little and while they shared casual conversation, as if this was a normal thing to do.

They drove through the Lincoln Tunnel and Blaine moved his hand lower, wrapping it around Kurt's cock. The boy inhaled through his nose and let it out through his mouth. Blaine smiled.

“So can you tell me all that happened?”

Kurt licked his lips as he steered them through the dark tunnel. God, he was so nervous being behind the wheel of this expensive as shit car and he had this sexy, delicious man playing with his cock as he drove. Now he wanted to have a conversation?

“Babe,” Blaine repeated, trailing a fingertip over the length. Kurt licked his lips.

“She got Tim to agree…agree to give me another five thousand.”

Blaine smirked. “Wow. She's good. That asshole must really love her.”

“Or he's trying to cover his ass.”

“Maybe.” Blaine licked his lips and looked at Kurt. They exited the tunnel and the man looked down at his hand buried in Kurt's pants. He wanted to blow Kurt but he was nervous. Anxious even. It wasn't like they both weren't newbies at this, but Kurt was new and he'd given Blaine hands down the best blow job he ever got in his life. Blaine wondered if he'd disappoint as a first timer. He didn't know anything about sucking a cock. But, he did at least know what he liked. And he really wanted to suck Kurt, too.

“Which exit do I take?”

“Hm?” Blaine asked. “Oh, my bad. You can get off at the Union City exit and I'll tell you how to drive down.” He palmed Kurt and the boy thrust up, the car moving a little faster. Blaine smiled as Kurt stepped on the brakes lightly before driving back to his obeying-traffic-laws- speed limit. “So that check you can just deposit and do whatever with. But, it'll be nice to see money from each of them in your account. My lawyer will love to hear that. Oh, I got this guy named Wes Montgomery by the way. Best of the best. Always carries around a gavel, don't know what's up with that, but I'm lucky to get him on such short notice. Turns out we have the same Alma mater for high school so that helps.”

It amazed Kurt how Blaine could carry out a normal conversation while practically giving a hand job. He focused ahead of him and drove behind an SUV. “Dalton, right?”

“That's the one. He was a couple years ahead of me. Speaking of that, my—”

“I know. That was Santana Lopez that works for you. I was hoping she wouldn't remember me because she knows just how much of a nerd I really am.”

Blaine pulled his hand back and smiled at Kurt's soft whine as a reaction. He'd be fun to play with. “I don't care. It won't make me change my mind about you. And we're grown men anyway. High school doesn't factor into this.”

Kurt nodded. “Since you mentioned your divorce lawyer, it reminded me. I recorded a conversation I had with Sarah earlier. After dinner, I edited the footage so that she's only telling me how cheating on her husband was necessary. There's no me asking for more money or her mentioning giving me more because I asked for it.”

Blaine looked at him and slowly started to smile. “You did what? Oh, the exit's right there. You'll make a right at the first light you see.”

Kurt nodded and signaled. “I got this writing pen from B&H Photo that has an SD card reader and a few megapixel camera and voice recorder. I recorded my conversation with her.”

“You're a genius,” Blaine said, shaking his head. “Wow. You're really a genius.”

Kurt laughed. “I know that. Anyway, I have it saved and I emailed it to myself and to Bas in case anything were to happen…”

Blaine smiled and leant back in his seat. Kurt turned at the light as instructed and continued to drive straight. “I was thinking about moving into the Brownstone with Madison. And inviting you to live there as well.”

Kurt turned to face him to see how serious he was. It was dark on this road. Blaine didn't recant though, so that must've meant something. “Living together? As in together?”

“If that's okay with you…” Blaine told him to turn onto another road and Kurt followed his instruction. It wasn't long before he could see the skyline of New York City. “Please don't feel pressured to say yes, either. I mean, like I said, there are three floors. You won't have to like… sleep in bed with me or anything if you don't want to. You can have your own space.”

Kurt drove another few yard and then parked in the exact spot on that hill Blaine parked a few nights back. He looked at the view as he turned off the car and took off his seat belt. Blaine did the same. “I don't know. I think… I mean I'd love to, but it'd probably be too soon.”

“Yeah.” Blaine rubbed at his neck. “I mean we live together now.”

“That's true, but we're sneaking around. If we moved into a place, just us and Maddie, we'd probably slip up, and she could be close by. I mean especially if we share a bed…”

“I have to tell her what's going on anyway… between her mother me.”

Kurt made a face but nodded. “I know.”

“Think about it.”

“I will.”

“Thank you.” Blaine glanced over at him. “I saw Adam today.”

Kurt was quiet for a while before what Blaine said registered. “British Adam?”

Blaine shook his head no. “Adam Levine.”

“Shut up.”

“He mentioned that you two have a date on Wednesday though…”

Kurt smiled as he adjusted his seat all the way back and lay down. Blaine looked at him. “I agreed to buy him coffee as friends first. I mean, you were pissed at me and I didn't want to sit around waiting so he asked and I said I'd buy. That's all there is to it.”

Blaine bit his lip and moved his chair back as well. “Alright.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Kurt asked him.

Blaine nodded. “It is a bad thing. I don't want you seeing other guys. I mean, you say it's a friend thing, but he let me know that he thinks you're great, which you are, but he intends on using this friendly date to advance it to something more, and I don't really want to give another man that opportunity.”

Kurt licked his lips and looked up through the sun roof. The sky was clear. He turned his head to face Blaine. “It would be rude for me to cancel because you don't want me to go.”

Blaine shrugged. “That's not changing the fact that I don't want you to go.”

Kurt smiled and looked up again.

“Did you have fun with Sebastian?”

“I won't go, then,” Kurt said. Then he nodded. “Sebastian is always a blast. He loves you.”

Blaine smiled and moved a little closer. “Is it that you don't want to go or you just don't want me upset?”

Kurt thought about that. “I don't want to go because I don't want to lead him on if he does want more. I also don't want you upset.”

Blaine nodded. “When I'm done meeting with the divorce lawyer or Wednesday, I'll take you and Sebastian out. How about that?”

Kurt laughed and rubbed his face. “Oh god. He may try to steal you from me. He and his boyfriend still talk about how sexy you were Friday night.”

Blaine scoffed. “I'm sexy every night. What did you two do though?”

Kurt smiled as Blaine's fingers landed on his ribcage. “Do not tickle me.”

“I won't, I won't.”

“We went shopping as you know. I took him to a sex shop to buy him a birthday present since his is in a couple weeks. June 5th to be exact.”

“So you guys are close,” Blaine said. “Yours in July. That's awesome.”

Kurt nodded. “What're you getting me?”

“Whatever you fucking want,” Blaine told him. “I'll probably have an entire library built in one of the rooms of the Brownstone. TIME Magazines. Newspapers. It'll be journalism heaven, too.”

Kurt stared at Blaine and was completely blown away by what he'd just heard. Nobody ever made him feel like Blaine Anderson did, and it wasn't because of the money, it was just because he knew him so well and wanted to give him the things that'd make him happy. Blaine bit his lip and smiled as he took Kurt's hand.

“So you went into a sex shop? That must've been a sight. Did you get anything for yourself?”

Kurt swallowed and licked his lips before nodding. “I did…”

Blaine stared into his eyes.

“I bought a toy to help me get used to… your size.” Kurt was thankful for the mostly darkness as they lay in the BMW. He was blushing up a storm. “And then this guy that worked at the store recommended a vibrating cock ring and embarrassed me beyond belief.”

Blaine laughed, though the thought of Kurt masturbating did things to him. He looked up at the roof and listened.

“Also, LifeStyles condoms. And lubricant too. I… not that I expect u-us to… right away b-but it's just to be prepared for when the time comes. I'm not ready yet.”

Blaine nodded to him. He licked his lips. “I don't think I'm ready yet either. I've got a lot to learn about you and it, and a shit load to take care of.”

Kurt smiled. “Yeah. I know.”

“But when we are ready, you want me to be the one who does it?” Blaine asked. Kurt laughed softly and nodded.

“I want you to top. I've… shit I can't believe I'm s-saying this, but I've thought a lot about you. You fucking me. And I touched myself thinking about it too.” Kurt went quiet, but he couldn't look away from the fire in Blaine's eyes. “I felt bad for it but it happened.”

Blaine smiled. “I don't feel bad for it.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and they laughed. “You wouldn't, you dirty old man.”

“I'm thinking about sucking you right now.” Blaine spoke the words clearly and without hesitation, as if it was something completely normal for a heterosexual man to say. But then again, he wasn't exactly heterosexual now, was he? “I've been thinking about it for the whole ride, and the entire day, and I'm a bit nervous but I do want to.”

Kurt's cock stiffened in his jeans. They were still unzipped. Truth be told, he was hoping he'd get his cock sucked tonight. He was even hoping Blaine would let him suck his again.

Once you start doing this stuff, you're not going to want to stop.

“I mean, I don't think I'll be as good as you are,” Blaine said with a smirk. “You fucking porn star.”

Kurt began to laugh. Blaine moved a little closer and kissed his jaw. “But I do want to take my time and get used to it. Make you feel really good, beautiful.”  

Kurt nodded hard. “I'd like that too.”

Blaine smiled at him. “Then let me. Should I suck you inside the car or on top of the car?”

Kurt raised an eyebrow as he sat up a little. Blaine moved back, and the teen looked out at the skyline. He also looked around to make sure they were alone, but this was the most deserted area ever. They were in the hills somewhere, surrounded by bushes. “There are no bears around here, right?”

Blaine laughed. “We can stay in the car if you want, but there are no bears. No mountain lions either. We're basically across the pond from New York City.”

Kurt bit his lip as Blaine's hand moved back into his jeans. “Alright. I'll sit on the hood.”

Blaine smiled and nodded. “That works for me, baby.”

They kissed for five minutes or a little less before Blaine got out of the car first. Kurt's cock was hard from where his boyfriend had been playing with it, and he covered it by lowering his shirt as he got out the vehicle. There wasn't anyone to hide it from, he was just classy.

Getting your dick sucked in Weehawken, New Jersey on top of a BMW isn't classy, you say? Well you don't know class.

Blaine smiled at him; his hands in the pocket of his hoodie as he looked at Kurt. The teen slid onto the hood of the car and lifted his shirt a little. His abdomen was on display. Blaine looked him in the eyes though, and Kurt blushed before speaking.

“You look amazing in red. I thought I'd let you know.”

The man smiled and it almost looked as if he was blushing. He moved forward and parted Kurt's legs before unbuttoning the jeans. “Thank you, Kurt. I'll be sure to wear it more often for you.”

“I'd like that, Mr. Anderson.”

Blaine bit his lip and looked at the teen. He smiled. “You know what you do to me when you call me Mr. Anderson. I know you do.”

“Of course I do.”

Blaine started stroking Kurt slowly as he looked at the boy's face. Kurt's eyes slowly started to drift closed. Blaine's hand on him felt amazing. It felt better than when he touched himself, which Kurt found strange because he knew exactly what he liked, but Blaine must've known a little better.

The drag of skin against skin was perfect. Kurt opened his eyes and watched as Blaine pushed the fabric of his shirt up further and started to kiss at each nipple. The teen bit his lip into a smile as he worked his hips up into Blaine's fist. When the man started biting across his chest and licking over freckles, Kurt couldn't help but shiver at the beautiful touch.

It was perfect out. Kurt's body was being handled with care and caressed. He was being taken care of and he knew that Blaine wouldn't ever let him be harmed. He didn't know how he knew that, but he believed it with his everything. The man kissed down his chest and his hands moved up his sides to hook into his jeans and underwear, pulling them down. Kurt laughed as his bare ass touched the cold metal of the car. Blaine smiled against his navel before kissing the smooth skin.

And there was more kissing. A lot more kissing. So much kissing everywhere but where Kurt wanted Blaine's lips. Scratch that—where he needed Blaine's lips. His cock was begging to be touched. He'd thrust up into nothing so many times that he was starting to whine. Blaine smiled as he heard, and he rubbed the teen's inner thigh as if to say be patient. Kurt wasn't in the mood to hear any of that, however. Blaine was teasing him and it wasn't fair.

He stared up at the city and could see the sun peeking out from the horizon. His boyfriend bit down on his hip bone and worked on the hickey he'd been obviously trying to prefect. He brushed his fingertips over the tip and smiled at the way Kurt tensed at the feeling. But enough was enough. He'd been mean enough. Kurt was asking nicely.

Maybe just another lick across his waistband…

“Please, Mr. Anderson…”

That did it.

Blaine placed his head between Kurt's legs and smiled as he kissed his nuts first. The boy watched him; watched Blaine's lips touching his cock as he moved up, watched the way his tongue swiped across the head and the bit of precome that trailed from his cock to Blaine mouth. He trembled when Blaine sucked on the tip and spread his legs wider, fingers moving down to his ass.

Kurt couldn't do this.

“You're gonna make me come if you do that, Blaine. Oh my god,” Kurt grabbed at the windshield. His eyes rolled back. Blaine did it anyway, massaging Kurt's hole as he tried to get used to the feeling of a dick in his mouth. It wasn't bad. Of course, he'd yet to get even half of it in, but apparently the part he sucked and licked was enough to drive his boyfriend crazy. “Fuck, fuck… oh yes,” Kurt cried out, working his hips. He stared at the skyline and smiled. “Fuck…”

And as Blaine moved his finger slightly in and moved his mouth a little deeper, Kurt gave warning. He didn't have to, really. His legs were shaking. His moaning was turning from soft sounds to very blatant singing of Blaine's name. And there was the way his hands were clutched into the man's black hair. Blaine tried his best to relax his throat and move even deeper, and the action sent Kurt tumbling over the edge.

He couldn't swallow it all, but that was fine. Kurt was more than willing to kiss and lick away what he'd missed. That alone almost made Blaine come in his pants.

“I would ask if I was bad but…”

Kurt laughed bashfully. He ducked his head and Blaine kissed him in the hair. “You were amazing.”

Blaine bit his lip. “I'm glad you think so. Move in with me.”

Kurt smiled, rolling his eyes. “I told you I'd think about it.”

Blaine nodded at that. “Fine. I'll still be willing to set you up at another place if you'd want but I think you should move in with me.”

The teen started to fix his clothes. Blaine stood up straight. “I'll drive back,” he said.

Kurt nodded. “Alright. I'll give you an answer after we get back from Ohio.”

Blaine nodded. “Fine by me.”

“How long are we staying for anyway?”

“However long you'd like,” Blaine answered. He walked to the passenger door to open it for Kurt. The teenager slid off the car and walked wobbly-kneed over to the vehicle. Blaine kissed him before pulling away and Kurt smiled, sliding into the seat.

The car ride back was quiet, but it wasn't because neither refused to talk. Blaine's hand was in Kurt's hair as the boy sucked him off. He was lasting a little longer than 2 minutes this time around, and it was probably because Kurt was opting for driving him crazy with kisses, licks, his hand, and blowing him for only seconds at a time. Blaine could make Kurt suck him when they stopped at red lights or stop signs by holding his head in place, and oh was it fucking amazing, but as soon as he had to drive again, Kurt was right back to being a tease.

The man pulled into the parking garage of his building twenty minutes later and Kurt had started to suck him seriously after he'd parked. Blaine leant back against the seat, hand rubbing Kurt's back as the boy's head moved up and down over his cock, his mouth making noises that you'd hear in the movies. Blaine was close, and though he didn't want it to stop, he let himself come in Kurt's mouth and cursed out loud as his body shook.

“Fuck.”

Kurt smiled after pulling off and stroking his hair back. “I never thought I'd actually be doing this when you hired me but I can't say I mind one bit.” He reached for his glasses and put them on. Blaine licked his lips, trying to catch his breath. “We need to put a move on it, though.”

Blaine nodded his head. He lazily tucked himself back into the sweat pants. “Fuck.”

Kurt laughed. He fanned his hot cheeks before getting out of the car. Blaine followed suit and they walked towards the exit together.

When Blaine opened the door to the penthouse, he checked to make sure the coast was clear. Kurt walked in after he was told it was fine. They quietly made their way towards the hallway when Madison stepped out from the bathroom. Kurt's eyes went wide.

“Dad? Kurt? Where are you coming from?”

Blaine stared at her before holding his finger to his lips. She gave him an odd, curious look before turning to Kurt who was frozen where he stood.

He wasn't about to lie to his little girl now too, was he?