"Hello?"

"Hey, Kurt! How's my most amazing and talented best friend doing?"

"What do you need Rachel?"

“Hey! I don't always want something from you, Kurt. But anyways, do you wanna go out and grab some coffee or something?”

"Uhm... Yeah, that sounds great!"

“Do you still have that cutie following you around?”

“Rachel… He’s not that cute!” Kurt lied.

“Well, if he’s coming, then I am too. I could use a bit of a pick-me-up. Besides, he could be ‘the one’!” his overly enthusiastic friend yelled through the phone.

“Yeah… I’m sure he is, Rachel. Listen. I'm gonna hang up. I'll meet you at the coffee shop on 142nd in like twenty minutes. Is that cool?”

“Yeah sweetie! That sounds great! Make sure to bring your hot tottie with you!”

“Goodbye Rachel.” Kurt muttered impatiently while finding the ‘End Call’ button.

Kurt quickly hung up the phone noticing that his ‘cute’ new bodyguard walked into the room. In fact, Kurt did find him attractive, but this guy was WAY beneath him. His dad is a freaking millionaire for God sakes. He could have any guy he wanted. Blaine was just the ‘help’. Kurt knew it to be taboo, no matter how romantic it could’ve been.

“Hello, sir! How’re you?”

“Good, Mr. Anderson. Just fine.”

“I would really appreciate it if you would call me Blaine. Mr. Anderson was my father.” he said, with a thoughtful look on his face.

His facial expression and body language suggested to Kurt that Blaine had exposed more emotions than he had intended. That one word had Kurt taken aback. Was. He knew he had struck a nerve, and he wished he could take it all back. Kurt saw Blaine’s facial expression change from happy and inviting, to thoughtful and closed-off.

“Hey! I’m really sorry Blaine. I didn’t mean to-“ Kurt quickly did some damage control while ever-so-gently placing his hand on the boy’s arm. His big arms. His big, strong, defined arms. The arms that he uses to box, or do push-ups with. Kurt can imagine the fit boy beating a punching bag to a pulp. His chest and arms gleaming with sweat. Those arms he uses to tightly, yet passionately hold someone. Knowing his luck, it's probably a girl. A blonde girl with big boobs. Blaine is probably a boobs man. Never had Kurt wanted to be a blonde girl with big boobs more than in this very moment.

“What am I thinking? He’s straight. He’s OBVIOUSLY straight. No gay guy would ever wear those brown shoes with that green and orange tie. I mean really.” Kurt thought to himself.

“Thank you, Mr. Hummel.”

“Please! Call me Kurt!” He reassured the despondent boy, withdrawing his hand from Blaine’s arm.

“Thanks, Kurt! Honestly. Thank you. I probably shouldn't have let myself get to that point. I'm usually good at controlling my emotions.”

Kurt wanted nothing more than to tell Blaine that he knows exactly what he's going through. Kurt's mother died when he was very young, so he knew what was going on in Blaine's head. The feeling of uselessness. Not being able to help his mom. And worse, feeling as though he had been cruelly left alone in this world without the nurturing, and warm touch of a mother. But Kurt can't let this boy in. Not yet.

The two stood in the middle of Kurt’s now quiet room, both feeling the tension in the air. Not knowing how to break this tension and confused by his new feelings, Kurt knew he had to do anything possible to get out of that room.

"Hey! My friend, Rachel would like to meet up with me at a coffee shop in town. Guess that means that you have to come."

"That is my job!" said the boy with a sarcastic smile.

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“Can I have a medium drip, skim milk, no sugar, and a – uhm – what did you want?”

“Oh. Uhm… I’ll just have what you’re having.” Smiled Blaine.

Both of the boys looked at Rachel clad in the red Chanel jacket that she put herself in debt to buy, and she nodded for the same order. She and Kurt were truly alike in so many aspects. They were both involved in music, and theater. Both loved fashion and the idea of clothes being a channel in which they express themselves.

Even in their sophomore year, Rachel was in dire need of a makeover, and Kurt was there to help. Her preppy sweaters, short skirts, and knee length socks weren’t exactly attracting the opposite sex, and as a gay teen with a great fashion sense Kurt couldn’t take witnessing this train wreck anymore.

“Kurt, what's wrong with the way I dress?”

“Really, Rachel? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, lately? My five year-old neighbor dresses better than you!” Kurt said while grabbing a lock of her hair and spraying half a can of hairspray into her roots.

“Do you really... THINK that by teasing my hair and wearing a skin-tight leather body suit I’ll be able to catch Finn’s attention?” Rachel spat out while Kurt roughly brushed out that very same lock.

“Anyone with eyes can tell you that when Finn Hudson looks at you he gets happy in his pants. But then he see’s your outfit and he immediately thinks of librarians, and God knows that's the last thing that a football stud likes to think about."

Kurt grabbed Rachel by the shoulders and lifted her up onto her feet. He turned her around so that she was facing him. He pulled out Crimson Red lipstick and began to apply it to her lip. He stepped back to get a better look, tousled her hair, patted her shoulders and sighed. A smile plastered on his face.

"If you want to compete with the Quinn Fabray’s of this world you will listen to me and take my advice. Now turn around and look in the mirror.”

As Rachel was being turned around to face the mirror, she couldn't help but wince, both anxious and nervous to see what Kurt did to her.

"Why Ms. Berry. Don't you look stunning." Kurt said, now proud of his accomplishment.

Rachel was nervous looking at the sexy vixen in the mirror. She didn't entirely recognize the bombshell staring back at her, but she kind of liked it. While impressed with what she saw, she still didn't believe she could pull it off.

“Kurt, there’s no way I could let him see me in this!!”

“When Finn sees you in this he’s going to lose it and he’ll be yours.”

“How do you know?”

“Because if I were straight, I’d be wishing you were mine.” he said with a warm, sincere smile.

Kurt paid for all three coffees, leaving a generous tip. The three thanked the barista for their coffee and sat down at a quiet table in the corner. The coffee shop was empty, not counting the older couple across the room reading their respective newspapers, and the group of girls texting away on their phones ignoring each other's company. Kurt glanced around, taking in the décor. On the walls were typical coffee shop knick-knacks, like maps, and old pictures. Kurt thought it all to be clutter. He couldn’t help but think that the place could desperately use his touch of fashion and decoration.

Before they even took a sip of their coffee, Rachel began with the questions,

“So, Blaine. Where did you go to school?” inquired the nosy girl with the shelf bangs.

“I actually went to Dalton Academy.”

"The all-boys prep school? How was that?"

"It wasn't as bad as everyone thinks. It's full of down to earth guys with the occasional rich daddy's boy." Blaine said with a smile, fixing his hardly fashionable green and orange clip-on tie. Rachel noticed this and felt the need to ask,

"So, Blaine... Have you always been this - fashion forward?" she said, still shocked at the decision of wearing such a heinous tie with the brown, thrift store shoes.

"Oh God! This..." he takes off the horrible tie, and sets it on the table, "this tie isn't mine. This is Mr. Cadbury's old tie. I just left the one I was planning on wearing at home."

"So you're not completely fashionably dense?" Kurt interjected.

"No! Actually, I'm a huge fashion nerd. Go ahead! Quiz me! Gimme all you've got!" Blaine teased.

"Okay! Who desigend the Dior Men's 2007 Fall line?"

"That's an easy one! Kris Van Assche" Blaine responded with confidence.

"Ooh. Sorry. It was actually Ian Velardi." Kurt said, triumphantly smiling.

“Ian Velardi. You mean the guy who also designed the 2004 line?” Blaine questioned the proud-looking Kurt.

“Yes, that Ian Velardi.” Kurt replied snidely.

“His designs were exquisite, but too bad he designed the 2009 line,” Blaine said cockily.

Kurt stopped, mid-sip of coffee, shocked that this obviously unfashionable man questioned his knowledge of designers. Kurt was anxious to call out Blaine when it hit him. Blaine was right. Kurt couldn’t even conceive how he managed to confuse the fact that it was Kris Van Assche who designed the 2007 line, not Ian Velardi. He was immediately embarrassed by this fact, but tried not to let it come across on his face. He continued to take a sip of his coffee, staring emotionless at Blaine, and not saying a word.

Rachel, quickly noticing Kurt's defeat continued with the bombardment of questions.

"Do you like the arts?"

"Yeah actually, besides fashion," he flashed a teethy smile at Kurt, "I paint, play guitar, I'm pretty handy with a clay wheel, and can sing."

As quick as Rachel was spitting out the questions, Blaine was answering them eloquently and with poise while keeping complete composure.

"Wow! You sing?" This was the only thing that Kurt overheard while internally monologuing.

"Yeah actually, I was in the Warblers back at Dalton."

“Holy shit! You were in the Warblers? Did you know that really cute lead singer? There was something about that guy that just made me go wild.”

“Uhm– actually that guy was me. Lead singer since my sophomore year.” Said Blaine with a smile from ear to ear.

“No way. I mean… yeah, you’re pretty good at singing and stuff, and you’re face is pretty nice, I guess,” stammered out the usually confident and unflappable boy. Rachel couldn't believe what was going on. She has never actually seen Kurt like this before. So flustered and dissheveled.

“Kurt, I, uhm-,” was all Blaine could get out before Kurt quickly interrupted him.

“Listen, I understand how it is with gay guys and straight guys. The straight guy thinks that just because the other guy is gay, he’s gonna wanna have sex with him and stuff. I mean, I DON’T want to have sex with you– I mean, I wouldn’t hate it, I guess.“

Blaine couldn’t help but be amused as he witnessed Kurt losing control of his typically-composed front.

“Kurt,” Blaine interrupted, “it’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’m flattered that you saw me that way. And by no means does it make me think that you want to have sex with me. Besides, I stopped sleeping with my fans when I graduated.” Blaine let out an airy chuckle while taking a sip of his coffee, a smile plastered from ear to ear.

Kurt sat, mouth gaping open in awe at Blaine's sudden cockiness.

"Close your mouth Kurt hunny, you're catching flies." Rachel remarked, taking a sip of her coffee.

Instantly Kurt snapped his jaw shut, becoming aware at Blaine's smug look still on his face. Attempting to make himself more comfortable under leering eyes, Kurt brought his right leg up to cross it over his left leg, however, he jerked violently and shook the mahogany table, causing his caffeinated drink to topple over to the floor with half of its scalding contents landing on Blaine.

Hissing in pain from the searing hot coffee, Blaine leapt up, revealing the large coffee stain down the right side of his shirt.

"Shit!" Blaine yelped as he began to tug it over his head, his undershirt following suit.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I-just-I...Um" Kurt's panic trailed off as his eyes raked over Blaine's exposed skin. It was rich like honey and glistened in the moistness of coffee, showing off his toned muscles. Kurt suddenly began to have vivid thoughts of licking the liquid from him, and what was worse, he was enjoying the thought.

Stop it Kurt! He's your employee, stop it! Kurt cursed himself in his mind, but he couldn't help but drown in Blaine's sex appeal.

Blaine's physique shudders from the sudden exposure before he realizes he's on-show in the middle of the coffee shop. Abruptly, the dark-haired man forcefully pulls his shirt over his figure and gulped; a tint of red powdering his cheeks.

Instantly Kurt plunges back into reality, the only problem is, he takes a piece of his fantasy with him. Blaine Anderson is the most irresistible man alive and Kurt knew it.

"I erm...I better go get this washed, thanks for a great first day, oh and for the coffee. I'll see you tomorrow" Blaine speaks calmly and paces to the door, still clutching his soaked shirt in his hands.

"So how long have you known you've had a crush on him?" Rachel ejected at Kurt.

His stunned expression spoke lectures to Rachel. "Ah...just now then? What do you like about him? Well… Besides the obvious." Rachel let out with a dirty grin.

"I don't know what you're talking about" He retorted scornfully.

"Yeah! Yeah! Sure. So, is it his rippling muscles or his wicked sense of humor?" Rachel continued, now prodding her long fingers into his ribcage annoyingly. Batting her hands away, Kurt composed himself and shook his head.

"Oh so it's his devilish looks then." She concluded. "Tall, dark and extremely handsome" She winked.

"Tall?" Kurt interjected, quirking an eyebrow.

"Okay, two out of three. But he makes up for that with...well...I think you know what." She giggled then stood up and took a few strides toward the door, Kurt closely following behind.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I think you know what." Rachel skipped outside leaving Kurt to jog behind her in an attempt to catch up, still trying to figure out the innuendo attached to her statement.

After a five minute walk, both Rachel and Kurt reached the point in which they would say their goodbyes. They say their goodbyes with a tight hug and a kiss before setting off in different directions.

Kurt often liked walking; it brought his childhood back, and the fact that he could do it freely. A little bit of drizzling rain began to fall; it freshened the air and filled his nose. Exhaling, Kurt casually strolled down the street, it was a little quieter than other streets, and was usually in a neighborhood that relied on public travel rather than cars; meaning that there were few cars parked on the road. As he walked down the pavement, a sign stood outside of the local shop caught his eye, the plastic had little water droplets on it but there seemed to be a reflection: a black SUV.

It was unusual for a car to be in this part of town, but even more so, the fact that it was driving so slowly. Eerie even. Kurt hadn't been followed before but he knew all of the signs, so quickly, Kurt paced to the closest exit towards a busy street. And as quick as Kurt turned into the street, the SUV turned the corner to follow him, he could hear the engine a little more clearly now.

It was speeding up.

Kurt began to jog, weaving in and out of garbage bins put out on the street, when he saw his chance he sprinted across the road and straight onto another street. The SUV continued the chase. Kurt could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his knees becoming weak and his lungs beginning to heat with pain.

He realized that he had made a good move coming onto this block of houses; cars were a lot more popular and were parked all the way down on both sides. Then Kurt saw his chance, another car coming from the opposite direction rolling towards him, and with another push Kurt forced himself to at least get passed that car. The black car had no other choice but to stop and reverse, giving the blue-eyed boy a few short seconds to catch his breathe.

A man got out, slammed his door and swiftly bolted toward Kurt. Now gasping, Kurt swiveled around to continue the pursuit. He felt as if his lungs were on fire, each step was becoming heavier and heavier, his eyes stung with salty tears. He could hear the thundering footsteps of his predator over the sound of the rain. Something caught his eye, it was stupid but it had to work. Kurt skidded into an alley-way and shot down it with a forceful push, through the slim beam of light, Kurt noticed a yellow car. Finally, after timeless moments, Kurt reached dreary daylight and hauled himself into the car.

"Drive" Kurt commanded.

"Mr. Hummel, I didn't expect you coming that way?" The driver questioned.

"I said drive!" He repeated in a desperate tone, this time getting the desired response. Kurt looked back warily at the man left behind, he squinted through the now powerful rain but couldn't make out his features. Shit.

"What do you mean you were chased!?" Burt yelled at his son in disbelief.

"Exactly that! I was walking home from the coffee shop and then it happened. It's no big deal." Kurt reasoned with his father but to no avail.

"No big deal?! What if they had caught you, Kurt? You could be dead!" Burt continued in a rage.

"Yeah but I'm not. It happened, I can't change that, and it will probably happen again, I can't change that either"

"Can't change it? Where the hell was Blaine during all of this?"

Kurt became silent, suddenly aware of what Burt was getting at.

"You have to be kidding me? He left you? Alone!" Burt rage grew into a white-hot fury.

"It's not his fault it's-"

"It's his job!" Burt interrupted fiercely. "the first day and he's already threatening your life!"

"Dad please I-"

"No, Kurt. I hired him to protect you, and if he can't even do that then what's the point in him even being here?" Kurt remained powerless but he needed to know his father's judgment.

"Dad, just give him a second chance" He spoke quietly.

"There are no second chances for your life, Kurt; one mistake and it's over. He obviously doesn't understand that."

Burt began to stride out in the roaring silence that suffocated Kurt. His son was desperate to find words to alter his decision but he couldn't find them. Burt sighed and caught glances with Kurt, disappointment bleeding from his eyes.

"I'm gonna fire Blaine. And that's final."