Kurt sighed as he held the letter. He had no choice, no other option but to sign up for Nanny's United, a local business that sends out nanny's. He was only 19, but with his father in another coma, he had no choice. Putting college on hold, he knew he had to get a job. And now, he has one. He'll be going to 1923 Lakeside Drive, to care for the house and son of THE Trent Anderson, who will then explain the job in fuller detail.

The next day he arrived with a couple suitcases and waited at the gate for someone to page Mr. Anderson to open the gate. He then drove up and walked to the front door to be welcomed by a young lady, early 30's at best, wearing a floral dress, hair done up in a nice bun. "Hello, dear! You must be Kurt. I'm Maria Anderson. I need to thank you for coming at such short notice." Kurt just nodded and smiled as he walked inside only to see Trent Anderson, in the flesh, sporting a nice Armani suit.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel. I am, no doubt, grateful you were able to come help us out. You see, my wife and I have been called for business on the West Coast, and we don't want to force our son to move. Although, he won't even be here except on the weekends, so we'll ask you to just clean every other day and to pick up groceries on Friday morning for Blaine. We have a list of what he likes. Also, we set you up in a room upstairs, it's fully furnished, along with a television and desktop. As for pay, we understand this is a long term commitment, so here." Trent said as he handed Kurt a black credit card. "You're paychecks will be added to this, weekly. $4,000 a week, I hope that's acceptable?" Kurt's eyes went wide with shock. "Y-yes." Trent smiled and nodded. "Yes, also, in the kitchen, in the drawer under the sink is a credit card to be used for Blaine's and yours groceries and any bills.." Kurt, still in shock, just nodded his head. "Well, I guess that's, that. We really need to get going." Trent grabbed a suitcase from his side. "Also, Blaine. We didn't cover his age, he's 14. Good luck!" Trent smiled as he linked his arm with his wife as they both went out to a waiting limo, leaving Kurt standing there.

All of a sudden he turned his eyes to see, who he assumed was Blaine. Loose black curly, hazel eyes, looking at him. "You're the new live-in nanny?" He asked letting his eyes travel down Kurt's body. "Y-yes, I'm Kurt." Blaine smirked and walked over to him until his face was inches from Kurt's. "Well..at least they managed to get one with a pretty face this time." He whispered, as he moved his hand to gently stroke Kurt's face. "I'm hoping you actually stick around.." He chuckled as he walked away and back upstairs.Kurt moved his hand up to face, where Blaine had just stroked him. "God damn.."