At the beginning of March Santana was sent off on some god awful press junket, meaning that I had the apartment to myself for a few days to design some new pieces for the show. On Tuesday I was taking a much need break dancing around the living room to some 80's chart toppers when my peace was shattered.

"God could you be any more gay?" Maya's voice shocked me as I hadn't heard her knock (probably because she didn't) but I kept dancing as if she wasn't there doing a little 360 in order to see what she was doing.

"Could you be any more unwelcome?" I sassed as I caught her move over to sit down which made me stop to watch her lack of care. "Why are you sitting down? I didn't say you could stay!" I shout before reaching over to pause the music and silence the background noise.

"What's wrong peg leg? Boyfriend not around for a workout?" she leans back into the chair and elegantly crosses her legs to show off her tanned limbs and amazing shoes.

"No he's at work......"I mumble moving my sketch pad out of her way. "You know how the big girls and boys do?" I speak as if it was Landin sitting in front of me and she chuckles as I take up a seat on the couch opposite her.

"Where's your master anyway? Not seen her skulking in at god knows what time with a different skank every night..." she looks around for signs of Santana.

"SANTANA.... Is away with her manager just now doing some interviews...she's on with Ellen tomorrow you know?" I smirk as her face falls and she tries quickly school her features before I notice....I see it all too clear though. "Anyway...why are you here Maya? Not that this isn't riveting conversation..." I roll my eyes for effect and she glares at me.

"What too busy prancing around with your jazz hands?" she giggles flicking her long red hair behind her shoulder.

"Could you be any bitchier?" I growl at her.

"Could you being any higher pitched?" she tries to imitate my voice.

"I'd rather that then have your man hands....." I look at them resting on her knees pulling a pained expression.

"Better than your skinny ass...." She gestures across at it and I make a weird half shriek, half grunt in her direction.

"You wish you had my ass!"

"With the amount of cock it's seen? No thanks I prefer girl parts!" She crosses her arms and I immediately mirror her.

"And plenty of them...." I trail off watching her anger simmer over.

"Jealous much?"

"Of your bad dye job? Never!" she stands up at that and I feel a little victory heading my way.

"You little prick...." She moved towards me with venom seeping from her eyes and I feel that the snarky banter has gone a little too far but I don't want to admit defeat either.

"Never had any complaints in that department but thanks for your concern!" I smile and throw her a thumbs up which stalls her for a moment before she realises what she's said and bursts in to laughter flopping down beside me on the couch.

"That's not what I meant!" she nudges me with her elbow as I watch her. "Is my dye job that bad?" She looks a little worried as I take in all her features. Her eyes are as bright as mine but have a slight emerald tinge to them in the right light. Tanned skin that always glows and a tiny little button nose atop of her bee stinged looking lips. She was a beautiful girl always had been, which was what drew Santana to her in the beginning. Although the bright red hair saddened me to a huge extent because I knew what was underneath.

"It's not that it's bad...." I tread carefully so as not to taunt the temper that had just dissipated in front of my eyes. "It's just your own hair is gorgeous!"

"Its ginger!" she shakes her head in disagreement.

"No! It was strawberry blonde and it was so different against your tanned skin it made you look like an exotic doll...." I placed a reassuring hand on to hers....mostly to stop it from hitting me (there was a lot of rings on those fingers.) "This just makes you look like your trying to impress by being cool..." I shrug a little to show I couldn't think of anything else to say. We hadn't talked like this since before she left for Ireland leaving Santana here alone.

"Urgh! I know your right! I just wanted her to notice me...." She sniffs a little and I feel alarmed that she might start crying in my living room.

"Maybe just don't try to hard?" I squeezed slightly at her shoulder and she smiled. "What?"

"You just said hard..." she giggled again a little quieter than before.

"Real mature!" I paw at her with my free hand making her laugh even more.

"The apartments still standing I see?" Mrs B walks into the room holding out a flimsy white material in front of her waving it like a flag, her outfit was spectacular made from the best faux furs and silks....I should know I made it!

"Gran are those your granny panties?" Maya gagged from beside me and I looked closer to see the white was actually a lace pair of thongs and I guffawed a little louder than intended. Undeterred she came to sit in front of us before putting the offending item on to the coffee table and watched us both carefully for a minute.

"Maya they are clean! And don't look shocked and like you don't meander around my house like a dog on heat most of the time either....I'm not stupid like your mother....I got rid of my useless man once he gave me the things I wanted." Maya just sat taking her grandmother in.

I don't know the ins and outs of their family tree but from what I gather....Mrs B (or Able Mable as she used to be referred to) got pregnant to this circus performer...when Maya's

Mum found out who her dad was they fell out...at the age of 15 however Maya appeared on Mrs B's door step having never previously met. She had been kicked out for some reason to do with her dad? Step dad? I don't know! but she has been in and out of Mrs B's apartment ever since....I love watching them together so similar and yet different at the same time.

"Okay! No fighting you two...me and Maya have done enough snarling this morning...." I said smiling between them.

"Well I only came over because Gran said she had a surprise for us...So what oh unholy one do you want?" Maya and I both watched her intently as she smiled.

"Well my darlings I have a very lucrative business opportunity.....if you would like to take me up on it?" we both just watch her in confusion. "An old love interest of mine got in touch with me a few weeks ago...."

"Gran don't say love interest.....he was your fuck buddy!" Maya stated simply.

"Oh who was it??" I squeal in excitement.

"This old British guy called Paul...he was in a band or something an eternity ago!" Maya rolls her eyes in disgust.

"Paul McCartney?! You were fuck buddies with a Beatle!!" I scream loudly and Maya moves her head away from me to protect her ears.

"Kurt darling calm down....I can neither confirm nor deny these allegations due to confidentiality agreements...." She flicks her wrist to be done with the topic. "however he knew this guy selling an amazing space in the city and asked if I'd be interested.....I had a bit of money lying around and thought why the hell not?" she clasps her hands together in excitement as me and Maya look to each other to see if we knew where this is going.

"And what does that have to do with us?" I ask confused.

"well that is the most genius part!" she says standing up to quickly go out the front door returning seconds later with a big cardboard sheet held tightly to her chest. "Take a look at the future!" she flips the board around balancing it on to the chair as we edge forward for a closer look. In bright purple letters across the centre it read 'Mable's mysterious madhouse' and around the corner were picture of clothing and vintage china, a few cute bar men and a picture of me sketching over a design pad.

"You want to have hot waiters make you drinks and me to visit?" I ask having no idea what was going through her head.

"I want to open a boutique design house where any age fashionista can come and enjoy fabulous drinks and have consultations with you for personal designs......Mable's mysterious madhouse!" she jabs her finger on to the title for effect as we both just stare at her slack jawed. "I don't think you two have ever been this quiet!" she sighs plopping back in to her chair and stashing her idea board down beside her.

"It's a good idea.....definitely unique! But I have a good job...you want me to work for you instead?" I ask still not quite grasping her whole concept.

"No sweetie I want us to be partners! You make all the fabulous outfits....I deal with the barmen..." she subtly licks her lips. "I thought Maya could be the liaison between you and the clients and you could teach her the basic of design? Sort of like a personal assistant!"

"You want HIM to be my boss!" Maya yells in insult and I stop myself from biting back trying to work this out in my head. "I don't want to work for a bitchy queen...."

"Well it takes one to know one Maya! But my thoughts were if you became confident enough you could become the second designer....I know you can sew! But Kurt has so much experience you could gain from doing this....I know it's a lot to take in but just think! If this all goes well it could set you both up for life." She smiles softly at us both.

"Okay so let me get this straight..." I run my hands through my hair trying to calm my thought process down enough to talk. "You want to do this as a team? The three of us? And I would get to make all of the fashion decisions?"

"Yes my darling! I think this is something any woman or man in the high class social circles would love and you know if they approve word gets around! Plus I was thinking Santana could be our first client to get word of mouth going...you already make most of her stage clothes anyway......it's a win win!" she claps her hands again and I let this sink in. Could I do this? Just pack in my job and start afresh? Something with no security? Something so obviously meant for me? With one of my most treasured friends?

"This will be a lot of work gran! I mean we will need it to be decorated just right and have materials shipped in and get the right staff....We would need money! A lot of it!" she shakes her head a little before looking to me to back her up. They are good points but I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that this is exactly where life has been leading me, where all my hard work has been leading me. It feels right!

"That's where your wrong darling! I have money! Sure I stay in this Bushwick slum.... But it's through choice not necessity! It helps to have friends in stocks..." she smiles wistfully and I think they might have been more of these infamous 'fuck buddies'. "I have already got names of companies that can help us design everything! It will take a while to get it perfect so Kurt you can keep working and I can start interviewing waiters.... Maya you can get to work on developing your skills and then we can plan a fabulous launch night!" Mrs B is beaming a thousand watt smile at us. That's when I know what my answer is going to be.

"I'm in!" I clap excitedly as we both turn our gaze on Maya.

"Fine I'm in! But I'm not making you coffee or cleaning up after you...I'm your design assistant not a slave!" I nod my head briefly before Mrs B dives on top of us both for a hug.

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"Kid that sounds amazing! I can't wait to see pictures and come for the opening!" My dad booms through the phone. "We will get an invite right?"

"Of course you will dad! But that's a long way off we still have so much to decide before anything gets made official! I just couldn't help but call you to say I've made it!" I squeal and kick my legs excitedly on the bed.

"I am so proud of you Kurt!" I can hear him welling up a little bit on the other end of the phone. "Your mum will be too! Both of them..." I feel a huge surge of love spread through my chest at the thought of Carole being there to see it and my mom watching over us all happily in an elegant gown or something.

"I know...argh I just can't wait to get started! And to see Blaine...he's not had a chance to get back to me yet!" my legs never stop as I just feel full of energy and ideas, with nowhere to put it yet!

"He will be just as proud of you as we are! And I'm glad I stay in a different state from Rachel...because you know how she likes to scream when she gets excited..." I laugh at the statement and make a note to call them tomorrow after a night of celebration sex with my boyfriend. My phone beeps in my ear to alert me to another call and I glance at the screen seeing Blaine pulling a face on my screen.

"Listen dad that's Blaine trying to get through...."

"Go talk to your boyfriend!" he sighs and I can tell he's smiling. "Just use protection!"

"Oh my- bye dad!" I stutter in mortification. "I love you to the moon!"

"And back kiddo!" I quickly hit the button to switch calls before bringing my phone back to my ear.

"How would you feel about finding me naked in bed when you get here?" I purr seductively into the phone.

"Oh! Err that's a bit awkward...." That wasn't Blaine's voice unless he'd become a woman overnight. "Kurt? It's Kylie! From cat calls!" I sit up immediately at her tone.

"What's wrong?" I whisper as worry takes over my body.

"Don't worry! But you need to head down to the hospital round the corner from here....Blaine's had an accident" hello cruel world! How is it not possible for things to just go right? I can feel my heart constrict in my chest. "It's not life threatening so breath! He fell down the flight of stairs in the back."

"What the hell was he doing? Is he okay?" I start panicking because he would have phoned me if he was okay right?

"He's fine they just gave him some strong pain meds and he wanted you to not panic so he got me to call! Just get down there when you can..."

"Okay....I'm leaving now and thank Kylie!" I'm already up hastily throwing on my slippers to head out the door.

"No problem! Let us know how he is when you see him bye!" I thrust my phone into my pocket and run as fast as my legs will carry me.