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Contract of Mr B. Anderson

Job Title: Personal Assistant /confidant /dear friend /live-in lover /the better half etc…

Blaine scoffs into his coffee mug, when he had walked into his office this morning to a questionable looking envelope sitting on his desk, this had certainly not been the contents he had expected to find inside.

He sucks up some coffee dribble from his bottom lip and smirks, settling himself further more comfortably back into his chair, his ankles crossed leaning against the desk's edge. 

His office had recently been revamped a little, and he loved it. The wall in the middle had been knocked through, creating a wide open yet still comfortably spacious area for two separate desks and chairs which had been moved to face each other.

The room seemed lighter, airier somehow and after the new office furniture had arrived and been installed, Blaine discovered that he loved nothing more than lounging back in his chair, his face tilted up towards the sun-warmth filled windows and an eye always peeked open towards the desk in front of him. Blaine was rarely seen without a smile these days, especially whilst working.   

Location: New York City, Manhattan. Our apartment…more specifically in our bed, the shower, Sam's car when he's blissfully unaware etc…

Ok Blaine really had to put the coffee cup down if he didn't want coffee stains all over his shirt and slacks. This morning he'd made sure to dress well, picking out clothes that he knew would catch the eye of his overly keen employer. He doesn't want them spoiled although he's pretty sure that they'll be ripped from his body shortly after he finishes reading this paper in his hands, or he hopes that it will come to that at some point.

Yes, they're still living and working in Manhattan. Honestly Blaine can't imagine them being anywhere else, there's nowhere else they'd rather right now. They enjoy travelling to and from different cities and states for fundraisers and events and such, their nights and stays away together are never anything less than fun and lustful but New York is their city, where they live and work, it's where they met. The city excites and ignites them in all ways possible.

Their workspace had become their home and vice versa, and right now they were happy with that, no need for change, yet.

And as for Sam's car? They could have their own car, their own drivers but they choose not to. Sam is their friend as well as a trusted loyal employee and they enjoy having him around.

And yes, people do have certain…urges and as long as there are black out windows and dear Sam is unaware there's no harm right?

Job Type: Permanent-Full Time-Always

Blaine can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be or be doing. Blaine knows what these words really mean. Always, Kurt wants him with him, working for him always, but he also wants Blaine to take some time out for his music. To play, and to write, to experiment and let himself try, again.

It had only been few days since Burt had left and Blaine and Kurt had continued their everyday routines. Only this time they were a ‘they, a them, a we, an us' and not just Kurt and his PA Blaine.

Blaine knows that there is still lot of hurdles to overcome, they have to face the music sooner or later, or should he say face the cameras, but there still is time for that. Blaine will not put any added pressure on to Kurt, he will allow the ball to bounce in his court, and happily go along with whatever Kurt feels is best, both professionally and personally for them.

Blaine sometimes thinks that his heart is full enough to burst, but then Kurt always surprises him by doing something to stretch it and expand just that little bit more, splitting at the seams with love and happiness.

Work Pattern: None stop /my every beck and call /when I run out of coffee etc…

Blaine's honeyed moss eyes crinkle at the corners, smiling as his lips pull up into a wide grin. Kurt still hasn't quite mastered how Blaine expertly makes his coffee each morning. Blaine isn't sure that Kurt will ever try, and the thought leaves Blaine tingle all over with a strange sort of giddiness that he can't really begin to explain. 

Start Date: …

Blaine grins at this or should he say the lack of it. When exactly did this all start? The first interview? The day Blaine moved into the condo? The first time Blaine explored Kurt's glorious naked body at Christmas?

Blaine likes to think, that it started long before any of that. It started when Blaine took that small leap of faith and applied for a job to a company he had next to no knowledge of, all because it was time for him to take a chance. It started when Blaine somehow knew that he could trust and fall in love with a man with the most amazing eyes, and skin and hair, yet didn't even know, at all. A man who he hadn't even had a proper conversation with yet Blaine knew deep down that he would be willing to spend forever striking up many conversations with him.

Experience: Pfftt??

Blaine knew what this meant. Experience in what, exactly? Personal Assistance, business and admin, fashion design? … Love?

Kurt may not like to admit it but he really is a sap, and Blaine can read him like a book. He could imagine him sitting there typing out this contract, thinking of all of these things in his head and the thought process that lead him there.

Blaine liked to spend most free nights whilst wrapped up together between the sheets teasing him about it. Behind closed doors Kurt was at Blaine's mercy and Blaine knew it. Kurt would do anything for him, anything to see him smile or make him laugh. Kurt loved nothing more than sitting with a glass of wine listening to Blaine play the piano or strum a few notes on the guitar. With the matching relaxing lilt of Blaine's hums and occasional ooh's and aah's Kurt could easily be described as being in pure bliss.

But down in the office or out in the real world, Blaine liked taking a quiet, gentle step back. He liked the smooth and stern sound of Kurt's voice as he directed him and other employees from task to task. He liked watching Kurt order people around, dedicating jobs and dictating. Blaine loved to see the determined flash in Kurt's eyes and the upturn of his chin when something really narked him.

Blaine loved the way it felt to watch Mr big boss man throughout the day, all cool and clipped and calm like, and then magically watch the transformation later on that night between the sheets. Looking down at Kurt lying flat on his back underneath him, with their bare chests pressed together, hips pumping up and down, all slick and hot, whilst Kurt makes the most delicious sounds of submission, is just one other thing to add ot the list that Blaine would never grow tired of.      

The thing is though, if anything has been proven it's that experience in most fields is not necessarily needed, if at all. It's what you make of the journey getting there, how you learn and grow through any situation. It's how you live in that moment, not how you got there.    

Education Level: Um Sex Ed? (too much?)

A deep giggle escapes him, he can't help it. They both know fine well that wherever or whatever Blaine studied in the past has no detrimental effect here. Of course Kurt would choose to take this section to some place…dirty.

Oh what exactly is too much? Let's just say that certain bedroom activities have developed and certainly been a little more spontaneous as of late. Their bodies have become nicely acquainted with many areas of the condo- the kitchen counters, the dining table, the couches in both the main room and the study,up against the book shelves, even the bar's sturdiness had been tested, most surfaces of the office, and pretty much the whole entirety of the downstairs gym and spa area.

Santana has been given a stern warning many times to make her appearances well known prior to  her untimely arrivals, and Sam knows now that most mornings it's best to just wait in the car until he's called upon.

Because who doesn't like the perfect wake up call? And god knows how long it could go on for.

Blaine's old bedroom had been turned into a kind of leisure room, which consists mostly of a small poker table pushed into the corner, a large couch sitting in front a wide screen plugged up to his games console and a mini fridge fully stocked by the wall. The other half of the room is like a kitty's paradise, with food dishes, beds and baskets, scratching posts, catnip toys and balls of yarn strewn all over the floor.

Let's just say it provides a great distraction to Jester when ever his ‘daddies' need some alone time.

And of course the Xbox and mini fridge provides a great distraction to Sam too.

Salary: Kisses, and other things.. (Use your imagination)

Oh Blaine really does not have to use his imagination. His body still aches, tired and sore but deliciously tingling from last night's activities.

At this point his salary is like a moot point. Kurt likes to constantly reassure himself that Blaine is earning what he deserves, whereas Blaine has been trying yet failing to get Kurt to reduce his salary slightly and give the remainder to some of their preferred charities.

Blaine is doing what he loves, both literally and figuratively and does not need money to enhance this unbelievable experience.

Kurt had merely tsk'd, donated rather generously to the chosen charities like he usually does anyway and continued to pay Blaine a damn well good wage.

Sometimes there are things that are just not worth arguing over.

Job Summary, brief details of role etc:

Requirements as follows:

·         Honesty, loyalty, trust and most importantly love.

·         Always continue to make me laugh and smile. Make me wonder, amaze me as you always effortlessly do!

·         Continue to organize and multi-task my life as fabulously as always

·         Prioritize your work with your personal life and time. Make time for YOU (and your music!)

·         Never stop thrilling me with you words and your wit.

 -Please don't leave, and most importantly never, ever change who you are!

Blaine stifles a sniffle as his eyes clear up and sting with hopeless warm watery tears. He smiles and tries to blink them away, shaking his head whilst staring down at the paper in his hands.

Blaine has promised to start attending some open mic nights occasionally and to let Kurt gently push him into the right direction. He has not made any promises as to what he is going to do directly about possibly restarting a music career but he has promised to take the first step with Kurt's help and simply try. This was something Kurt had been very sure about, hell bent on not letting Blaine give up completely no matter how happy he currently was. And Blaine loved him impossibly even more for it.   

This man. Oh this man. What has Blaine ever done to deserve somebody as incredible as Kurt Hummel.  

If said contract is proven to be satisfactory and suited to your needs, please do return to Mr K. Hummel ASAP, who you may or may not most likely find in your  bedroom, minimally clothed, desperately awaiting your confirmation.

Blaine unfolds himself from his chair, swipes at his eyes grinning madly and stands with the paper gripped tightly in his grasp. The thought of finding Kurt waiting for him excites him greatly, but he knows fine well that he won't be naked as disappointing as it will be. They have a meeting to get to in roughly thirty minutes and Kurt is nothing if not punctual, even if a roll around in the sheets sounds far more enticing than a boring budget meeting.

This is a game, a teasing lure to keep him going, on his toes all day until they're back in the privacy of their home, and Blaine loves it. Blaine spins around to head towards the door, eyes immediately landing on a figure standing in the doorway blocking his path, his eyes locking onto eyes of blue and green, clouded with grey, utterly beautiful and completely mesmerizing.

Kurt's wearing a navy blue suit with subtle silver pinstripes, a matching button down vest with a platinum chain attached to the pockets and a crisp white shirt underneath. All of that mixed with swept up hair with the odd strays poking out sexily and a breathless smile to match.

Hot Damn.

“Do you accept?” Kurt's voice is pitched low, it sends a shiver though Blaine immediately.

Blaine licks his lips and moves his eyes appreciatively over Kurt's body from his legs to his thighs, upwards over his chest, his neck, his jaw, his lips and then finally his eyes again. Blaine clears his throat. “Wh-uh- what?”

Kurt smiles, slowly coming forward towards Blaine until their feet are slotted together side by side, noses almost brushing, warm rapid breaths circulating in the stifled air between them.

Kurt drops his eyes to the paper in Blaine's hands and then back up. Blaine follows the movement and Kurt drops his voice to a husk above a whisper. “The contract. Do you accept?”

Blaine swallows, hard. Of course he accepts, why and how in the hell would he, could he, not accept. He nods steadily, blinking whilst giving Kurt a onceover again, biting down on his bottom lip. God they have to go, they can't get into this not now, as much as his body is thrumming and vibrating, telling Blaine to take, take, take.

They need to cool down, Blaine needs to try and tamper the mood slightly, tone it down until they're out of the danger zone. He jiggles the paper in his hand, the crinkling sound slices through the huff of breaths and quiet inhalation. “This isn't real right?”

Kurt looks affronted but Blaine can see the smile shining in his eyes and the slight upturn of his lips.

“Of course it's real.” Blaine smiles.

“So this is my actual newly drafted contract? This is it, everything in here is legit?”

Kurt reaches out and curls a finger over Blaine's shirt, just over the bone of his collar, his eyes sweep over him and Blaine does his internal happy dance. Yes he made the right choice whilst dressing when Kurt was showering this morning.

“Yes it is.” Blaine arches a brow and Kurt finally caves, grinning, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Ok well it is, for just yours and my eyes only. There may be a slightly altered version for more professional viewing.”

Blaine resists the urge to duck in and just kiss him, this game really has turned out to be a scrumptious little teaser indeed.    

Kurt drops his hand and slowly curls his fingers around Blaine's hand, opens up his fingers and smoothes out the paper. “You didn't finish. You haven't read the last part.”

Kurt is so close, his words and his breath brushing against Blaine's face like the softest, sweetest pressure. Blaine glances down at the paper and skims over the last part.

Whilst he reads he's aware of Kurt's hands rubbing gently up and down his arms, sliding back down and landing on his waist, gripping him tightly whilst Kurt leans in and leaves a barely there kiss to his neck, his lips rubbing and sucking into Blaine's skin.  

--Please Note- This position can be both strenuous and demanding in every essence of the words and ultimate durance is required. Your contracted position will remain secure until… forever? ... Yes I Think I'd like to keep you forever—

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Blaine's words feel locked in his throat, he's choking on air as his eyes fill and his heart pounds against his ribcage. The paper falls from his hands and crumples to floor between them.

Kurt continues kissing up his neck, to his jaw, his cheeks and then presses a final firm kiss to his lips. He wraps his arms around Blaine's body and keeps him close and tight, and just holds him.

Forever. Blaine tests the word in his head, feels how it would taste on his tongue, how it would feel on his skin, rubbing against the feel of forever on Kurt's skin. His body warm and smooth and compliant against his, sharing touches and breaths and forever.

Blaine loses himself in the kiss, his long dark lashes fluttering closed and fanning against his rose flushed face as Kurt's lips work against his. Blaine pulls back just enough to gasp, a slick wet sound followed by a harsh whisper.

“Yes. I think I'd like that too.”