“Blaine? Hello? Anyone here?”
Kurt was propped up on his elbows looking around the room. He couldn’t remember where he was or how he got there. The only thing he knew for sure was, somehow he had gotten hurt and then Blaine was there, holding him…. And then a kiss.

Just thinking about that kiss, sent wave after wave of warmth throughout his body. His skin tingled and sent chills over his arms. He climbed out of bed and began to move about the room determined to figure out where he was. The farthest wall was draped in a huge black curtain so he crossed the room to get a closer look. With a quick fling of his arm, the curtains shot back allowing the Morning sun to fill the room with its radiance. Kurt just stood there in awe, the view before of the New York skyline was breath taking. The entire time he had been in the city, he had not once been able to view the city in such a way.

“Cough… excuse me, Mr. Hummel?”

“Yes...”

“Good morning sir, my name is Sam. I’m Mr. Anderson’s personal assistant. He had a business meeting
this morning and asked if I would see that you’re settled in comfortably until his return this evening around nightfall.”

“Sam, please call me Kurt. You can tell from the dirt on my face and clothes that I you don’t have to be so professional with me.” As he spoke he was overcome with dizziness, and fatigue. Crossing the room he stumbled and landed on the bed.

Sam was across the room in after a few moments with his arm around Kurt trying to stable him.

“Easy now Kurt, You’ve had a rough night, try to take it easy for a bit. Your body may not show it but its still recovering from your attack. Just try to relax.”

“Attack? What are you talking about? I don’t remember an attack... fact of the matter, I don’t really remember much at all.”

For a moment Sam could see the confusion and sense of loss in Kurt’s eyes.

“Mr. Anderson will be able to give you a better explanation this evening when he arrives. Until then, Please relax and make yourself at home. Try not to hurt yourself; I really don’t want to have to explain to Blaine anything that might make him….angry, hahaha.”

“You know for a personal assistant, you sure are expressive when it comes to your boss.”

“Honestly, Blaine’s like the brother I never wanted. Kind, charming, always has your back all wrapped up in a cocky son of a bitch shell. Just wait; you’ll see what I mean.”

“I don’t plan on staying long enough to find out, thanks though.” He tried to stand again but was only able to take a few steps before collapsing to the floor.

Sam was down beside him extending his arms under Kurt’s helping the man back up.

“See this is what I mean, you’re in no shape to move around on your own. So please, allow me to help you.”

“Ugh, Fine! Don’t really guess I have a choice do I.”

“Of course you do. Choices are…. Relax in the bed… Relax in Den… or my personal suggestion…. Relax in the Bath, and take it from there.” With that said Sam crinkled his nose a bit as the smells that were still coming off Kurt.

“Dude, seriously. You need a bath… like four weeks ago.”

The sound of hot bath was something Kurt actually looked forward to. He had only been able to bathe in the communal showers at the shelter, and then only when he could make sure no one else was around. Sam helped into the overly large Bathroom connected to the Bed room. The floors and walls were white marble while the countertops, shower and tub were black. Never had Kurt been surrounded by so much elegance and class, it all sort of caught him off guard.

“Wow, this is something else entirely.”

“Like I said, Cocky son of a bitch. He tends to enjoy the extravagant things life has to offer. Can you take it from here? No offense but, this isn’t exactly my comfort zone if you get my point.”

“I’ll be fine, thank you.”

“A change of clothing will be laid out on the bed for you when you’re ready.” With that said he left shutting the doors behind him.

Kurt started the shower and began to undress. He wasn’t used to being treated like a helpless dog. He could manage just fine on his own. He stripped off the filthy rags he had on and tossed them on the floor. He took a moment to stare at himself in the mirror; his body had changed in so many ways since he came to the city. Sure he was a bit on the thin side, with his ribs on showing faintly. He realized just exactly how filthy he was, over his entire body there wasn’t a single clean spot, no sign of his once beautiful alabaster skin. Not matter how hard he stared, he couldn’t detect the tiniest sign of injury, not even a bruise. But he knew just because they weren’t there visibly, he could still feel them deep in his muscles.

He climbed into the shower directly under the head, standing there, allowing the hot water to run its way over his body. With a body wash in his hand he began to lather up his body, watching as the water went from clear to murky brown.
“God I forgot how good this feels.”

As he cleaned up he began to think about the predicaments that got him into this situation. His unexpected meeting with Blaine, his timely conversation in the café, leaving the man to stare as he walked away….the kiss...

God the kiss! Every time he thought about that damn kiss, it set off a fire burning deep in him. Even if it was only for the briefest of moments in his recollection, that kiss captivated his entire world. He began to scuba harder, trying to rid himself of the dirty he felt covered him…. Before he even realized it, his cock was hard as ever. He began to stroke himself, ever so slowly while is other hand roamed the rest of his body.

Uhhhhmmmm Blaine…. God this is what you do to me. Mhhhmmmm I want you…

As all these thoughts raced through his head, he let out small moans and gasps. That kiss, all of this was because of just one kiss. As he stroked his firm member fast he began to feel himself getting close.

“mmmmm….hmmmmm…yeeessss….mmm….ahhhhh…ahhhhhh…ahhh..ahhh Fuck!” As he spent himself across the shower wall he collapsed on the floor, weak in the knees. He Just sat there, biting his bottom lip smiling ever so slightly.

“hehehe.. Kurt Hummel, what have you gotten yourself into.” He finished cleaning off and stepped out of the shower, dried himself, and then covered himself with the white linen robe that Sam had left Hanging on the door for him.

As he entered the bedroom once again, he noticed a set of clothes laid out on the bed for him. He cross the room to examine these garments more closely, and was a bit taken aback by what he saw. The suit laid out for him was most certainly Armani.


“Thought you might like that. There’s been a bit of a plan change. Blaine will not be meeting you here, instead he asks for you to meet him later for dinner.”

“Well, it would just be rude of me to deny him this after everything he’s done for me so far. So tell him yes.”

Hours passed by like minutes, Kurt kept himself occupied by exploring the Penthouse and getting to know Sam a bit better. From everything he heard Sam say about Blaine, he knew that deep down, Sam truly loved Blaine like a brother. What exactly has he done for Sam to deserve such deep loyalty and love. Who is Blaine Anderson exactly??

The Limo pulled around for Kurt and he noticed that his driver was none other than Sam as well.

“Dear Lord Sam, is there anything that you don’t do for your boss?”

“Oh Yes, hahaha. The list is short but there is most definitely a list of “shit I shall not do”….EVER”

Kurt laughed this off and climbed into the back of the limo. As he got settled in the sliding compartment glass lowered.

“Would you care to listen to some music while I drive?”

“Yes, thank you. I’d very much enjoy that,”

“Ok just give me a moment to find a station.” Sam turned the dial and was greeted by the local news cast.

“ …the bodies have yet to be identified and police are not releasing very much information. As of right now all we know is that sometime early this morning, Three young Men were brutally Murdered in an alleyway between 6th and Grant. Due to the condition the bodies were in, the possibility of an animal attack has not been ruled out….”

Sam quickly turned the radio off.

“Sorry about, Must not be anything else worth listening to on…… Animal Attack Huh? I’m sure that’s’ all it was. With all the budget cuts they’ve been making around the city, I’m sure some of those were in animal control.”

“6th and Grant? That’s not too far from the café we were at last night. Wow, what are the chances of that.”

“I’m sure it was purely coincidental Kurt, nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.” Kurt could hear the hesitation in Sam’s voice. Sam knew more than he was letting on but it seems as if he was determined to keep whatever he knew secrete.

“Pretty little head huh? Gee Sam, I never pegged you as the type to make a pass at me.”

“ Easy now Porcelain. As Blaine will so often remind me, I am a breeder through and through. No Dick for me… thanks”

Kurt was very happy that he got to know Sam better. It had been so long since he felt as if he had a friend, and since meeting Sam, his day had filled with laughter and smiles.

“ Alrighty, were here.”

Kurt’s door opened up and he stepped out looking around trying to discover his location. He was surprised to see that he was in fact standing on a runway in front of a small private jet. As he walked around the car to the steps going into the plane someone came out, someone who was smiling from ear to ear wearing an extremely dorky bow tie.

“So glad you could make it Kurt, I felt that we needed to spend a bit of time together and discuss a few things. Hope you don’t mind.”

Blaine stared across the pavement as Kurt Moved forward. This was the first time he had seen Kurt without all the dirt and grim, and it totally blew him away.

“ Kurt… wow.. Please don’t take offense but.. Your ever more Handsome than I thought.”

Kurt blushing from ear to ear simply just looked at the ground and forced himself to hold back a grin.

“umm Thank you… you flatter me, but it’s you who are Handsome tonight. I didn’t think you could look any better than you did last night. But you’ve definitely proven me wrong. Sam didn’t tell me we were picking you up from the Airport before Dinner.”


“Ha-ha, Sam’ isn’t picking me up Kurt. He’s dropping you off.”

“I’m sorry, come again?”

“I wanted tonight to be memorable so I figured we could have dinner and talk where no one could bother us. Besides, after seeing you now, I have no doubt in my mind that this is what should be.”

“What do you mean what should be?”

“ Isn’t it obvious Kurt, the only thing that can compare with your Beauty is a star and where else better to take you… than the sky where Stars belong.”

No amount of hiding of faking could hide Kurt’s Smiling blushing face. Blaine reached out and took him by the Hand and led him on to the plane as the doors shut behind him. A few moments later the jet took off down the runway and into the pink horizon, leaving Sam standing on the runway leaning against his car.

“Blaine buddy, I don’t know what you did to deserve meeting someone like Kurt, but I hope to whatever god might be listening that you don’t Destroy this. He could finally be the one to bring the light back into your heart.”

With that said his phone began to ring but the caller ID was blank. This usually meant one of their secrete operatives. So he answers.

“Yes…..ah, Santana. How goes the hunt?........What’? You found another journal. Where?......... Ohio? Seriously?.......Where the hell is Westerville?......Hey, no need to be a bitch about it….So where at in Westerville……a Private Collection? Do we know who owns this collection?........ Dalton Academy huh, hmmm. Take Britney with you and get on over there and find out what you can. I’ll let Blaine know what you’ve discovered as soon as he lands. One more thing before you go Santana.. Do you know which Journal it is?........uh huh…..uh huh…. Ok then, that’ll be all.

He Flipped the phone closed and climbed into his car.

I hope he enjoys this little break while it last. What are the odds that the Day after he meets a guy from Lima, OH that we would locate another journal in Westerville, OH. Something about this just doesn’t seem right…..