Kurt didn't know what he had been expecting, but it certainly was not this. He continued to stare in shock, taking in the bright eyes and the unruly curls that appears to have been recently pulled on. The thing that caught his attention most was the smile. It was so bright and warm it was almost painful to look at. Almost.

Blaine was in a similar situation. From their breif phone conversation, Blaine could tell Kurt had a beautiful voice so it was only fitting for him to be just as beautiful. He seemed to get lost in Kurt's eyes, not sure just exactly what color they were.

They both stared at each other for what felt like an eternity to each, but was really only a few seconds. Blaine quickly remembered his manners and held out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson."

Kurt blinked a few times to clear his thoughts and shook Blaine's hand quickly. "Nice to meet you. I'm Kurt Hummel, obviously." Kurt's head seemed to clear and he made himself not stare too intently at Blaine. He forced thoughts of his boyfriend into his mind. Obviously Blaine was straight, he had a kid! He would not let himself fall for another straight man. But then Blaine's smile somehow managed to get even wider and brighter and all thoughts of Lawrence and Blaine's straightness disappeared.

Blaine stepped aside and gesutred Kurt in. "Come in , come in! Sorry for the abruptness of the interview, but since you were in the neighborhood I figured it would be easy for you. Do you live near here?"

Once Kurt had stepped inside he looked around the apartment. It was a good size, but seemed really cramped, as if some of the furniture was just placed around hastily. If he got this job, he would have to make Blaine let him rearrange. He turned around to face Blaine again. "No, I understand. I live in Chelsea."

"Sweet! So, are you in school?" Blaine had lead the way to the living room and sat on the couch, gesturing for Kurt to join him. Ali came crawling out of her room to investigate the new voice. Blaine's mother followed after and Blaine stood again. "Mom! This is Kurt Hummel. Kurt this is my mother, Tiffany." He bent down and scooped up the little girl, "and this is Alison, but we call her Ali."

Kurt stood and shook Tiffany's hand, saying hello. Blaine and his mother looked nothing alike, except for maybe the height. She had lighter brown hair and bright blue eyes. Kurt held out his hand and squeezed the baby's cheek. Now she looked more like Tiffany. "Well hello there pretty girl. I love your bow!"

Blaine was in love.

He sat back down, still holding Ali, and Kurt sat too. "So Kurt, I hate in interviews then they say 'tell me about yourself' so I'm not going to make you do that. Is it okay if I ask you a few questions?"

"Of course. Ask away."

The main things Blaine wanted to know was if Kurt was gay, and if he had a boyfriend, but he would keep the questions about the job. "You didn't get a chance to answer before, are you in school?"

"No. I graduated from Parsons last year."

"Wow. Impressive. For design?"

"Yes."

"Well, I shouldn't be surprised. You are very well dressed. I apologize for the lounge clothes, it's been a long day." That made Kurt laugh and Blaine swore he could listen to that sound all day.

"I guess you can be forgiven then." Crap. Kurt was flirting. Stop that Kurt. Focus. "Um, where do you go to school?" Good. That was safe territory.

"NYU. I'm studying music and trying to work my way into the graduate program. Basically I just want a fancy title." He hoped that would get Kurt to laugh again, but the other man just smiled and nodded politely. "So Kurt, did you grow up in New York?"

"I wish. I'm from a small town in Ohio."

Blaine almost dropped Ali, who at the moment was playing with the strings on Blaine's sweatshirt. "No way!"

Kurt was confused by Blaine's reaction. "Way?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean- It's just that, I'm from Ohio too. Westerville."

"Oh. What are the odds. I'm from Lima. My old glee club competed with a school in Westerville."

"The Warblers?"

"...Do not even say it."

"Kurt, how old are you?"

"24."

"Oh my. I think..I think we competed against each other! Wait. I think I have-" He leaned over his side of the couch, reaching to the end table and pulled a picture frame away, handing it to Kurt. Kurt gasped when he saw the picture. There were a bunch of boys in blazers with Blaine front and center. He laughed and shook his head and without thinking said, "You definitely look better without all the gel."

Oh crap.

He felt his face heat up and he would not look at Blaine. If he had, he would have saw that Blaine too was red, but not from embarrassment. Kurt shook his head and tried to recover. "I think I remember you. You were the lead, right?" Blaine nodded, still a bit speechless. Just then, Ali dove out of Blaine's arms towards Kurt. Kurt dropped the picture on the couch and caught the little girl, who was giggling like crazy. He lifted her up so they were face to face. "Did you just want to say hi? Hi there."

Blaine thought his heart would explode in his chest at the sight. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his mother hiding a laugh behind her hand. He shot her a glare and she laughed then hurried away into Blaine's room. He turned his attention back to Kurt, who was bouncing Ali on his knee and smiling down at her. Ali started making a face.

Blaine knew that face.

"Alison Marie! Where are you manners?" He laughed at Kurt's confused face, but then he sniffed the air and Kurt laughed too. He handed the little girl back to Blaine, who set her on the floor. "She usually take a while to...get it all out." They both laughed again, and Tiffany came out of Blaine's room and hovered in the back. She couldn't help but watch her son falling for this boy.

Kurt had been burning with curiosity since he walked in the door. He knew he just had to ask so he could stop being ridiculous. "Um. Blaine? If you don't mind me asking. Ali's..mother? If it's- if you- you don't have to answer I just was wondering." He heard Tiffany take in a sharp breath, and Blaine looked down at his hands.

"Mom. Do you mind changing Ali's diaper for me while I...explain." Tiffany nodded and scooped up her granddaughter, taking her to her room and closing the door.

Kurt felt uneasy. "Blaine, you don't have to- I just don't know many single fathers. I just-" He was cut off by Blaine holding his hand up. He looked back down at his hands and cleared his throat.

"Her mother...passed away," he heard Kurt gasp quietly, "and so is her father. Ali is my niece." He felt a tentative hand on his shoulder and turned his head to see Kurt's eyes were watery.

Kurt hated that he was such a sympathetic crier, but he just couldn't help it, especially when Blaine looked to lost. "I'm- I'm so sorry Blaine. I uh, I know what it's like to lose someone close. If you ever need someone to talk to, even if you don't decide to hire me, I'm here."

Blaine either wanted to cry or hug Kurt and never let go. Seriously, how could someone so perfect exist? He knew he was already far past smitten, but he still wasn't sure if Kurt was gay or had a boyfriend. He liked to think he had a good 'gaydar', but he hated judging people just based on how they looked and dressed. He smiled over at Kurt, who somehow managed to look even more beautiful with the tears in his eyes. "Thanks Kurt, that's means a lot that you would say that to a complete stranger. And believe me, your chances at a job are looking pretty good." He gave Kurt a half smile and sat back straight again.

Kurt nearly died at the smile. He admitted defeat and let himself be ridiculously attracted to Blaine. There was a small silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Kurt noticed Blaine seemed to be having some sort internal debate.

Which he was.

He had to know about Kurt, but he didn't just want to up and ask and come off as rude or intrusive. He was a gentleman afterall. He had an idea of how he could ask, but it would probably make him look like an idiot. Oh well. Here goes.

"Oh! I should probably tell you, if you do decide to watch Ali, I'm um- Well it's you know, just in case there were ever anyo- Not that there is, but if there ever was- What I mean to say is, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable with-"

Kurt cut him off with an amused look, "Blaine. Spit it out."

"Right. I just. I'm, um, I'm gay and I know some people may not be comfortable with that or whatever." He cursed himself, and his face which he could tell was probably a very unflattering shade of red right now.

Kurt's insides seemed to be doing some kind of Irish jig when those words left Blaine's mouth. He really didn't know how to react to the statement, so he just started laughing. Loudly and completely out of control. Never in his life had anyone assumed he was straight, he wasn't overly flambouyant, but he was a bit obvious. He had tears in eyes again when he glanced at Blaine, who's face was priceless and caused Kurt to bust out laughing even more.

Blaine was just staring, caught somewhere between shock at Kurt's reaction, and utter joy at the sound of Kurt's laughter. "Kurt?"

Kurt wiped his face and tried taking deep breaths to calm himself. "I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. Well, I am, but not in a bad way. Oh I haven't laughed that hard in a while."

"I still don't see the joke?"

"Oh Blaine. I don't know if you were just trying to be polite or whatever, but I am very gay."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Blaine wanted to get up and jump around the room and squeal like a teenage girl. Which he probably would do once Kurt left. He grinned widely at Kurt and nodded. "Well then I don't have to worry about any awkwardness. And I just, didn't want to assume anything."

"Well that's very kind, thank you."

"You're welcome? Okay, so we've gotten a bit off track here. You seem like a cool guy Kurt, but-"

"Ah, the dreaded but."

Blaine chuckled and continued, "don't worry, it's not bad. I made a promise to Ali after her parents funueral. I told her I would never let anything bad happen to her. Now, while we may seem to get along well, I need make sure I put my goddaughter in the right hands. Does that make sense?" When Kurt nodded, he continued. "So, I have an idea. My classes don't start again for another month. How about, once or twice a week, you come hang with me and Ali. Sort of a test run of sorts. You'll be paid obviously."

Kurt nodded and smiled at Blaine. "That makes perfect sense. I hate to ask though, if I were to be hired, um, how much would I get paid. It's just, I have rent and stuff so I would need to know how to budget."

Blaine thought for a moment and stood, going over to his computer desk and grabbing a piece of paper, then brought it over for Kurt to look at. "This my schedule for next semester. I know you said your schedule was open, but my Wednesday night class runs sort of late. Then my Thursday morning class is pretty early too. Would you be able to do that? I probably should tell you too, that this may only be for a semester. I didn't have time to switch my schedule, but the next semester I won't be taking any night classes, so I'll probably put Ali in daycare so she can be around other kids."

Kurt was studying the paper and was a bit nervous about the Wednesday night. He knew Lawrence wouldn't be happy with him being out so late, but Kurt didn't care right now. "It all looks good to me. And to be honest, I've been applying to design houses all day. Then I saw your flyer and thought I could try for this while I waited to hear back from any of those places."

"Oh. Then this could work perfect. Okay, given those hours, plus money for travel, and this is New York and I know how expensive things are. Somewhere between $300 and $400 a week?"

"I..Blaine, that's kind of a lot."

"I don't care. If it's for Ali, I don't care about the price."

Kurt melted a little bit at that. Blaine was the sweetest guy Kurt had ever met. Apparently he was rich too. "I-"

"Nope. It's my decision to pay whomever I want, however much I want."

They smiled at each other and there was another small silence. Blaine noticed Kurt had already been here over an hour. "Oh. It's getting late. I gotta get Ali to bed soon, and I don't want to waste anymore of your night. My mom leaves for Ohio again on Friday. Are you free to come over, maybe Monday?"

Kurt nodded eagerly, "yes Monday is fine for me. What time?"

"Ummm. How does 11 sound?"

"Perfect."

Just like you, Blaine thought. He stood and led the way to the door, opening it for Kurt. "Well thank you for calling, and coming over so quickly." He really did not want to say goodbye.

Kurt was thinking along the same lines. He turned around once he was in the doorway and faced Blaine. "Thank you for having me."

"If you uh, think of any other questions you have my number. Feel free to call or text anytime you'd like."

"Right. So. Um, goodnight then Blaine. Tell Ali and your mother goodnight too."

"Sure. Of course. See you next Monday Kurt."

"Yes. Monday. Bye Blaine."

"Bye Kurt."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Kurt finally managed to make himself turn around and walk out the door, which Blaine closed behind him. Blaine waited a few moments to give Kurt some time to get down the hall before he let out a little squeal and did some weird little happy dance thing. He turned around to see his mother and Ali staring at him.

"Oh Blainey."

"Shh mom. Not a word."

She mimcked zipping her lips then walked away with Ali. Blaine was almost positive he found his new nanny.

When Kurt had left, he walked down the hall with a big smile on his face. This night turned out far different then he could have ever imagined. Once in the elevator, he turned his phone back on and was instantly bombarded with messages from Lawrence.

How late do you think you'll be?

Kurt?

What the hell Kurt, are you ignoring me now?

You know there's no food here right, what the hell am I suppose to do for dinner?

Dammit Kurt answer my damn texts.

You better hurry your sweet ass home.

Now Kurt!

Kurt sighed. He was going to be in trouble when he got home, and he was so not in the mood to fight with Lawrence...again. He was about to reply that he was on his way home now and would pick something up along the way, when a new text came through. It was from a number he hadn't saved yet.

It was really nice meeting you today Kurt :)

Kurt smiled and placed the phone to his heart for a moment. Even though he had a stressful morning, and knew there would be hell to pay once he got home, today was a pretty good day.

All because of Blaine Anderson.