Kurt Hummel is enjoying life. In fact, he can't remember the last time he felt this happy. He has just landed the role of a lifetime; the script screaming Oscar and he can't wait to start filming. Somehow, he still isn't sure how, Blaine is still in his life. Not in the boyfriend category, more somewhere between bootycall and fuckbuddies, but the sex is amazing and little by little he has learnt more about the amazing young man. Kurt knows he should try and distance himself emotionally from Blaine, but he simply can't. He feels giddy as a teenager every time he thinks about him and simply can't get enough. Blaine still hasn't agreed to anything apart from casual hook ups, but Kurt is nothing if not persistent and now he has another angle of attack (so to speak).

"Blaine?"

"Mhm."

They were lying in bed after another evening filled with sexual acrobatics. Kurt had decided that he definitely liked it when Blaine was riding him, it was a lot less strenuous for one thing and the view was incredible.

"I was wondering if I could ask you for a favour."

Kurt lets his fingertips travel up and down Blaine's arm watching as goosebumps spread across his skin.

"Hmm, depends what it is."

"I have to go to Europe for a movie next month and I was wondering, since Sawyer loves dogs so much, if you perhaps could dog-sit Patty for me?" Kurt was mentally crossing his fingers and hoping.

"You want me to look after your dog, for a whole month? Haven't you got someone else who can take care of her?" Blaine says, he sounds like he can't believe his ears. Of course Patty chooses that moment to start howling downstairs. Kurt winces apologetically.

"Not really... besides I thought maybe this could be good practise for Sawyer, he can learn how much work it is to have his own dog, you know. You did say he was begging you to get one." Kurt gives Blaine his most innocent smile, pleading silently because he really doesn't want to put Patty in a kennel for a month. Blaine is silent for a while before he rolls his eyes and gives an exaggerated sigh.

"Fine! I'll babysit your dog."

"YES!" Kurt bounces up and attacks Blaine with his lips.

"Thank you thank you thank you... you are the best, do you know that?"

Blaine laughs against his lips.

"Jeez, how old are you again?"

Kurt sits up and looks at him, pouting.

"Why can't I be excited? You are finally letting me into your life just a little bit, I am allowed to be excited."

Blaine sits up and looks at him with a concerned expression.

"Kurt, this isn't... I am not... Look, Patty is coming into my life, not you. Okay, that's not what I meant, you are in my life. Everything is just more complicated when I have a kid..."

"And I am just some irresponsible, partying actor, and not a good role model for impressionable little boys, I know." Kurt still doesn't agree with Blaine on that, he is plenty responsible and he doesn't party much, just a couple nights a week. He has even cut down on his drinking, which has done wonders for his level of fitness. It is convincing Blaine of this that is the tricky part, but Kurt is certain that if he can just break through the iron perimeter surrounding Blaine's life with Sawyer, then he might have a shot. He just needs a chance to show Blaine how responsible he can be, and how can Kurt do that when he is not allowed to interact with Sawyer.

Now that Blaine has agreed to take care of Patty, no matter what he says about Kurt, he has to let him in a little bit, even if it is just a toe inside the perimeter, so to speak.

Blaine and Sawyer joins him and Patty on one of their walks because Kurt insisted that he teach Sawyer the commands he has taught Patty and how to handle her. He did not expect to be thoroughly schooled by the six year old.

"Mr. Kurt, you shouldn't let her walk in front of you like that, she should be here by your leg, see." A little later; "Mr. Kurt, why are you holding the lead like that, your fingers are white?"

"Mr. Kurt, we should really go to the dog park where you can let her off the lead, then you can practise calling her and you won't loose her."

That last part was from when Kurt got too distracted by the sight of sweat running down from Blaine's hairline, LA sure got warm during the summer, and loosened his grip on the leash so much that when Patty saw a kid with a ball he was left clutching air. Having spent twenty minutes trying to catch the overexcited dog and apologizing profusely to the kid's parents, giving them money for the ball Patty had mauled with her teeth, Kurt was ready to call it quits. Blaine looked like he was trying his best not to burst into laughter and Sawyer had taken over Patty's lead and the dog was now behaving impeccably.

"Well Sawyer," Kurt said and bent down so that he was face to face with the little boy, "if you do a good job with taking care of Patty while I am away then I'll do my best to help persuade your dad to get you a dog. Deal?"

The little boy's face broke into a wide smile, his eyes turned into slits and Kurt offered him his hand, which he shook.

"We have a deal."

Kurt couldn't help but smile at the little boy.

"Are you conspiring with my son?" Blaine asked him, making Sawyer laugh. The boy pulled on the leash and both boy and dog went skipping ahead along the path.

"I'm sorry about him lecturing you, but you kind of brought it on yourself when you asked us to dog-sit," Blaine said as they continued walking.

"Don't worry about it," Kurt shrugged, "he's an amazing kid. How on earth did he learn all that stuff though?"

Blaine was beaming with pride.

"Well, his biggest idol is Cesar Milan. I swear the kid have seen every episode and every video at least twice. And he reads, he started reading early and when he found a book on dog breeds at the library he got fed up waiting for me to have time to read to him, so he started reading it himself." Blaine laughed; he had a faraway look in his eyes, probably thinking back on the memory.

"That book was not aimed at five year olds. Can you imagine the kinds of questions I got from him? Thank god his mum is studying veterinary medicine, because I was no help at all."

"I feel for you," Kurt joked. They kept up their brisk walk to keep Sawyer within view, and neither spotted the man with a camera or heard the shutter go.

Kurt hadn't managed to get any more 'dates' with Blaine and Sawyer. The younger man was very protective of his son and told Kurt he didn't want the kid to become too attached. The whole thing made Kurt want to argue, but he didn't have the time either as the date of his departure seemed to come at him at the speed of light and there was so much to do before he could leave.

The day before the big day he packed up all of Patty's things and loaded them and the somewhat confused dog into his car. The light brown dog seemed torn between excitement because they were going somewhere and distress because her bed and bowls were in the car with them.

When he arrived at Blaine's building he packed everything in the elevator and rode it up to the fifth floor.

The sight of Blaine when he opened the door made Kurt forget anything he had planned to say though. God, he had missed the young man, and he looked absolutely mouth-watering when he stood framed in the doorway, sunlight illuminating him from behind. Kurt simply dropped everything and threw himself at him, kissing him thoroughly. When they broke apart he remembered Sawyer.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry, is Sawyer here? I should have checked first, Christ I am so stupid and now I'm never ever going to be invited back here..." Kurt rambled on until Blaine cut him off the most effective way, with a kiss.

"Will you shut up and bring that poor dog and all its knick knacks in here," Blaine said when he let him go. Together they got everything into the apartment and Kurt let Patty off her leash. The dog started exploring and the two men looked at each other.

"Before we deal with all of this," Blaine said with a sweeping movement over the doggy knick-knacks littering his hall, "why don't I give you the grand tour."

Kurt nodded and was suddenly dragged through a door to his right and pushed down on the king-size bed.

"This is the bedroom," Blaine said in a husky voice and straddled Kurt. His hands got busy removing Kurt's clothes, and licking and kissing his skin as it became available, all Kurt could do was lie back and take it.

"I've missed you so much,"

Kurt moaned under his administrations, he couldn't get his limbs to function under the onslaught of arousal.

"So I take it that Sawyer isn't home."

Blaine sat up and shot him a look that clearly said ya think, but he didn't seem annoyed, instead he started removing his own clothes and Kurt decided to shut up and enjoy the show. The summer sun had deepened Blaine's already golden skin tone and the tan line when he removed his briefs was quite prominent. Kurt didn't mind in the least, he felt like it just made the whole thing more exciting, like he was one of the few that had access to this treasure, normally hidden away.

"Are you just going to lie there?" Blaine asked with a smirk, knowing that Kurt was admiring what he was seeing.

Grabbing him and pulling him down, Kurt flipped them over and the two of them wrestled for a bit, kissing and nipping each other. Kurt was so turned on by the way Blaine had manhandled him, and he wanted more. He wanted to give the reins to this young man and see where it took them.

"I want you to fuck me," Kurt breathed, and he knew Blaine had heard him because he stilled. His golden eyes were huge when they met Kurt's blue and they seemed to be asking him if he was sure.

They had never done this before, it was always Kurt topping. However, Kurt was quite versatile when he trusted his partner, and it occurred to him that this was a sort of milestone in their non-relationship. He trusted Blaine explicitly and knew that the young man would not hurt him.

"I want you to fuck me," Kurt said again to clarify, "I want your dick inside me, I want you to fill me up and slam into me, I want to feel you." He didn't have time to say any more. Blaine was on him like a starved man. He kissed and licked and bit his way down Kurt's neck, pausing at his chest to play with his nipples until Kurt was arching off the bed and shouting for him to; "Fucking finger me or I'll die!"

"We can't have that," Blaine murmured, but he obliged and let his fingers play around the puckered muscle and up and down Kurt's crack. His fingers disappeared for a moment and came back slick with lube, and Kurt had to restrain himself from lifting his butt off the bed to chase them, he wanted them in him so much. When Blaine did breach him, it stung, it had been far too long since he had bottomed, but he cherished the little sting of pain because he wanted this more than anything at the moment.

"You are so tight," Blaine whispered, "I can't believe I get to do this." That last part might have been the young man thinking out loud. Kurt raised his head and saw that Blaine was looking down at what he was doing, one hand on Kurt's thigh the other one disappearing between them, but there was no mystery, Kurt could feel everything he was doing. When Blaine pressed in a second finger he hissed with the uncomfortable intrusion.

"Are you alright," Blaine sounded concerned.

"Yes, it's just been a while that's all."
Blaine moved up his body and kissed him, before continuing the prepping. Pretty soon all thoughts of discomfort were lost to Kurt and he was writhing in pleasure as Blaine massaged his prostate with his fingers.

"I want you... now," Kurt groaned and Blaine was diving for the condom before he had finished speaking.

When Blaine pushed in, Kurt felt like it had been a year since they fell onto the bed. Finally, his body screamed. Feeling so full, he would never get used to the sensations and the incredible closeness he felt when he bottomed. Blaine was moving slowly, taking his time, and the sparks of arousal was lighting up Kurt's body every time Blaine's cock dragged over his prostate. It was like heavenly torture, it felt so good and he wanted more, but was kept on the brink, tethering back and forwards.

"More, please," Kurt moaned resulting in Blaine diving forwards and kissing him deeply.

"Patience," he murmured, but Kurt hadn't had sex in several weeks, which was unheard of for him.

"No! I can't... I can't wait... need you... more, right now," he was beyond forming proper sentences as Blaine started to speed up the rhythm. Harder and faster, Blaine shifted his legs up to his shoulders making the angle different and "Holy fuck, yes!" hitting the exact right spot over and over and over.

Kurt felt like his insides imploded, then exploded out in sharp bursts, making him black out for a moment.

Blaine must have reached his climax as well because he slumped down on top of Kurt, bringing him back to his body.

"Holy fu..." Blaine started, but Kurt didn't let him finish before burying his fingers in the younger man's curls and dragging his face down into a passionate kiss. He could stay like this, kissing Blaine, forever. Just feeling his soft lips against his own, teasing each other, tongues battling for room before coming together in harmony again. However, his legs were starting to cramp, so he nudged Blaine a bit, and the young man pulled out gently. Kurt gratefully brought his legs down and reached out for Blaine again because he was definitely not ready to get out of bed just yet. However, his blissful post orgasmic fuzziness was interrupted a little later when a female voice spoke inside the room.

"Don't mind me boys, I'm just getting the swimming trunks my son forgot to bring. As you were." Kurt's head shot up from the mattress to find a young Asian woman half shielding her eyes as she made her way towards a door in Blaine's room that Kurt hadn't noticed earlier.

"Tina! Ever heard of knocking?" Blaine exclaimed as he tried to cover Kurt and himself up.

"Ever heard of locking your door?" was the answer he got as the woman came back out, carrying a pair of kid sized board shorts.

"Relax Blainers, it's nothing I haven't seen before." She half turned towards them, but seemed to think the better of it. Even if she was gesticulating in his direction Kurt was surprised when she addressed him.

"It was nice to finally meet you Kurt, although I guess we both would have wanted you to wear more clothes. I'll leave you two alone... also, the dog was trying her best to hang herself by her collar, but I rescued her, no need to thank me." And with that she was gone.

"Oh god!" Blaine moaned as he sat up from where he had been half lying on top of Kurt. "I am so sorry. You must be so uncomfortable. I don't know what she was thinking. I'm so sorry. Shit!"

Kurt laughed and caught hold of Blaine before he left the bed.

"Don't worry about it. I mean, it's not my preferred way of meeting people, but I have stopped being self-conscious of my body after those paparazzi photo's of me in the nude."

"Oh yeah, I remember those," Blaine blushed. "I think those were responsible for me realising I was actually gay and didn't just think girls had cooties. They were in my spank bank all through junior high."

Now it was Kurt's time to blush.

"Oh man, now I feel old. Those were taken at my 28th birthday party, oh god, and you were... eleven. Shit! I feel like a pervert."

Blaine captured his face between his hands.
"Calm down Kurt, don't make me slap you," he smiled. "First of all, I was eleven and a half, secondly you didn't know me then and if you did you wouldn't have been attracted to me. I don't care that you are older than me, age is only a number, and you don't exactly act your age anyway. I like you Kurt, you're gorgeous and funny and nowhere near being a pervert, okay?"

Kurt could only nod, his mind was officially blown. It was the first time that Blaine had given him any inclination of having any type of feelings for him and Kurt now had a whole pride parade inside his head going; hurray!

"So you like me, huh," he said coyly, taking hold of Blaine's hands which where still holding on to his face.

"Uhm," Blaine was clearly slightly surprised by how much he had let slip out, "of course I like you; I wouldn't be doing this with you if I didn't at least like you."

Kurt leaned in and gave him a kiss.

"That's good. Does this mean I can have my status as 'bad influence' upgraded to something better, like friend of dad's or something?"

"I'll think about it," Blaine joked, "let us just see how this month goes. I might be ready to kill you when you get back if your dog has chewed up all my shoes and eaten half my plants or something."
Kurt laughed with him, but silently promised himself to have a serious chat with Patty before he left.

Filming in Europe was amazing Kurt decided. He was stuck in Hungary, but that wasn't so bad. The best thing however was that he had privacy for the first time in years. If he wanted to he could go out and wander the streets and no one would look twice at him and there were no paparazzi, it was heaven. Kurt was mostly busy filming though; it was not like he was there on a holiday. He was looking forward to next week when they moved the production to Vienna for the last ten days of filming.

Kurt was in his trailer when his phone pinged, signalling incoming mail. It was from his publicist and continued only one sentence and a link. It read; Should I be worried. Kurt didn't understand what she meant until he clicked on the link. It was to a photo on Perez Hilton's site. The photo showed him and Blaine standing close together with Kurt's hand on the young man's arm. It was taken the day they had walked the dog with Sawyer and looked really intimate, but of course pictures can lie. The by-line read; Kurt Hummel spotted with unknown Adonis. Of course it was annoying that they had got a picture of him and Blaine, but it really was a non story, and that's what he told his publicist. Putting it out of his mind, Kurt went back to his script.

When Kurt got off the plane after a month of filming in Europe he was jittery with nerves. In just a few hours he would see Blaine again, not to mention Sawyer and Patty. They'd had some contact while he was away, mostly via text because of the time difference. Blaine had sent him a couple of photos of Sawyer and Patty horsing around and one incredibly adorable one of the two of them sleeping together on the floor. Kurt had initiated a couple of conversations, but it was hard to keep them going when they had to work around a ten hour time difference and Kurt's filming. He hadn't told Blaine about them showing up on Perez Hilton's radar, and to be truthful the whole thing had slipped his mind.

When his car pulled up outside Blaine's apartment building, Kurt jumped out and told the driver to take his bags home. He couldn't wait to see Blaine, and he figured it didn't matter that he just dropped by, now that they had his dog and everything.

Coming down the hall towards Blaine's door, Kurt heard loud voices. They increased in volume until he stood outside Blaine's apartment. Kurt wasn't sure whether he should knock or come back another time, but he had sent the car away and he wasn't comfortable leaving when something bad could happen to Blaine.

He had to stop himself there and take stock of his feelings. He cared for Blaine; it wasn't just attraction and curiosity anymore. In fact, he would go so far as to say he loved him. Was he in love, he wasn't one hundred percent sure, but he did love him. Now that he was standing out here, half listening, knowing that there was a major confrontation going on in the apartment he felt another emotion surge up to the surface, protectiveness. He didn't want anyone to hurt Blaine, either emotionally or physically. So why are you standing around out here in the hallway? With a deep breath Kurt took hold of the doorknob and opened the door. The voices were much louder now and words like "Fairy" and "Bleeding heart" were clearly heard. Kurt steeled himself and dug deep down inside himself to find the toughest, most badass character he'd done before he strode towards the kitchen. As he passed through the living room he noticed movement to his right and saw a door shutting, it had a sign that said 'Sawyer's room'; it only made Kurt more determined to stop whatever was going on in the kitchen

"What the hell is going on here!" he said loudly, causing the two people arguing to freeze and turn to him. Of course whatever line Kurt had prepared disappeared out of his mind when he found himself face to face with Blaine and... older Blaine??? No that wasn't right, older Blaine had dark brown eyes and he was slightly taller. The man still had an inch or two before he came up to Kurt's height, but he made up for it in sheer intimidation. This was not a man you wanted to get on the wrong side of.

"Father, this is Kurt Hummel, a friend of mine. Kurt this is my father, Charles Anderson senior." Blaine's father seemed to pull himself together, his facial expression growing slightly less hostile.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Hummel," he said as the two men shook.

"Likewise," Kurt said, but he kept the steel in his voice to show that he was not to be trifled with. "Now, will someone answer my question?"

Mr. Anderson was all ice again when he said, "I don't see how that is any of your business."

"Well, I'm making it my business. First off, because Blaine is my friend and I never let anyone call my friends derogatory names and get away with it. Secondly, because my rescue dog is currently living in this apartment and she does not take well to shouting, and thirdly, which I should have mentioned first really, there is a child present in this apartment and he should not be exposed to this kind of thing."

Mr. Anderson looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could Sawyer came running into the kitchen.

"Please don't fight any more!" he cried, his cheeks were wet and nose running. The little boy threw his arms around his dad's waist and hugged him tight. He turned his head and looked up at his grandfather with such a ferocious expression that Kurt didn't know whether to laugh or be impressed.

"Grandpa, don't be mean to Daddy, or... or... I won't love you any more." It was obvious that Sawyer thought this the worst threat he could deliver, and to some extent it was. Kurt observed Mr. Anderson as he deflated and all the anger disappeared from his face.

"I'm sorry Sawyer," he said, but the boy just looked at him pointedly until the older man got his drift and apologised to Blaine as well.

"I think it's time for you to leave," Blaine said to his father, he looked tired. "We will discuss whatever concerns you have on Monday."

Mr. Anderson turned on the ice again as he met Blaine's gaze.

"I will see you Monday, and you had better bring your lawyer and advisors, I am not letting you run your company in to the ground. Mr. Hummel, it was good to meet you. Sawyer, I'm sorry you were upset." The last part was said in a slightly milder manner, and then the elder Anderson departed.

Blaine was kneeling down in front of Sawyer, looking at the boy with a serious expression.

"I thought I told you to go downstairs to your mum when grandpa arrived?"

Sawyer looked exasperated.

"Da-ad, it's Friday, mum's working."

"Oh right," Blaine turned to Kurt.

"I'm sorry you were dragged into this. You're here for Patty? I didn't expect you till later."
Blaine started busying himself with collecting Patty's bowls and started cleaning them.

"Sawyer, where's Patty?"

"I shut her in my room, she didn't like the shouting."

"I can imagine," Kurt said. He went over and ruffled the boy's hair. "Why don't you go get her and maybe we can play with her for a bit before I have to go?"

The boy beamed up at him. "Sure thing Mr. Kurt." The boy skipped out of the room and Kurt turned to Blaine again.

"So do you want to tell me what all that was about?"

"It was nothing, just a disagreement about the family business." The young man evaded Kurt's eyes.

"Don't downplay what just happened, I know what I heard." Kurt went over and removed the bowls from Blaine's hands and then took both of them in his, leading him over to the table.

"Talk to me Blaine, please."

They sat in silence for a moment before Blaine started to speak.

"My father and I never had a good relationship and it deteriorated even further when I got a girl pregnant at age fifteen, and then I came out and we haven't really had much to say to each other after that. However, I have an older brother, Charles junior, we call him Cooper. He was father's pride and hope, until he found out that his major at NYU was not business, but acting. Needless to say father was not happy. Cooper decided he didn't want anything to do with the family business and when I turned eighteen he signed over all his shares in the companies to me. Of course that would have been of little consequence if grandfather hadn't left all his shares to me and Cooper. So at eighteen I owned the majority of stock in several international companies..."

"Hold on," Kurt interrupted Blaine, "you have a fortune in shares? I thought you were a student?"

Blaine made a face, "Uhm, not exactly. What happened was that father decided he wanted to buy me out, but that would be impossible, even for him, so he decided to divide up the companies between us, giving me control over a number of them and him the others. It was his grand plan to avoid contact with his freak son as much as possible. What you witnessed just now, that was my father forgetting he has no say over how I run my boards and that I control what happens to "my" employees. I will not cut cost and have the people on the floor suffer because of it. I treat everyone fairly and equally, because that is how I want to be treated myself."

"Wow." Kurt was completely blown away. This was what he had wanted, to know who Blaine Anderson was and now he had got it and he was so in awe of this young man.

"I don't know what to say... How do you do all that and study, and be such a good father to Sawyer... You're like... superman."

Blaine tried to wave off his praise, but Kurt was damned if he let this go.

"Honey, you're amazing. I am so proud that you have let me know you just a little bit. What you've told me just now, it only cemented what I already know. That you are kind, considerate and that you have more integrity than me. Also, you must have amazing time management skills because there's no way I could be able to juggle that many things simultaneously now, much less when I was your age."

Blaine just looked at him, but then he pulled him closer and planted a soft kiss on Kurt's lips. It was so different from the hungry kisses they had exchanged during sex. The kiss made Kurt's insides swoop, and for some reason that was not as shocking as he might have thought.

They looked into each others eyes, Kurt wanted to drown in the hazel gold, and there was a softness there that hadn't been there before.

"You know, you're pretty amazing too," Blaine said softly. "I've never had someone defend me like that before, and Sawyer, you were really thinking of Sawyer. It made you sound almost..."

"Almost what? Grown up?" Kurt joked, but he barely got the words out before Blaine's mouth was on his again, kissing the air right out of his lounges. They broke apart after a while, both breading heavily. A tiny giggle drew their attention away from each other.

"You like my Daddy," Sawyer said from where he was peaking around the doorframe.

"Yes! Yes I do," Kurt said, glancing at Blaine as he said it. The younger man looked pleased, which gave Kurt hope.
"I also like you," he told Sawyer teasingly, "and I love tickle fights, especially when it's with six year old boys whose name begins with an S." With that he leapt from his chair and chased Sawyer around the apartment, the boy screaming with glee, Patty yapping and trying her best to be in the way as much as possible.