"Of course Santana is going to fight. She's been running her magazine for a long time. I don't think she's ready to have her name taken off it just yet," Kurt said in his all business, no play tone.

"She wants to meet you face-to-face," Rachel informed him over the phone. "I wouldn't do it."

"You wouldn't. But do it anyhow... tonight, dinner."

Blaine stumbled sleepily and dazed to the entrance of the dining room, pausing and hesitating at the threshold unsure of what to expect. He'd had the best sleep and despite everything that Sam had ever told him and warned him against, Blaine had really enjoyed the night before. In fact, he hadn't been the only one doing the pleasuring and Blaine could remember only all too vividly how Kurt had eagerly returned the favour.  

This was the first time on the job though that he had stayed the night and had to deal with a customer the next day. Surprisingly, he didn't feel that uncomfortable but he wasn't sure how Kurt was going to react.

"Hi," he spoke shyly.

"Well, good morning," Kurt responded flashing him a genuinely happy smile.

"You didn't wake me, I can see you're really busy.... I'll be out of here in a minute," Blaine told him feeling sheepish.

Kurt ignored his attempts to leave.

"Are you hungry? You must be. Why don't you sit and have something to eat?" Kurt suggested waving to the table before him that was spread with a wide range of food. "I took the liberty of ordering everything on the menu. I didn't know what you'd like."

"Thanks!" Blaine responded taken aback by Kurt's civil manner. Sometimes clients could become astute assholes as soon as he'd finished working. It was as if a sudden guilt came over them and the only way of dealing with it was to send him packing in the most shameful and tactless manner. Kurt however was completely different. He was a gentleman the whole way and Blaine found that charming.

"Did you sleep much last night?" Blaine asked, taking a seat next to Kurt.

"No, I didn't. I was working."

"You don't sleep. You don't do drugs. You don't drink. You hardly eat. What do you do, Kurt? Because, I know you're not a lawyer!" Blaine exclaimed playfully. He was surprised that his working persona hadn't resurfaced.

"I run a magazine."

"Wow, that's amazing."

"Yeah, I get by."

"I had dreams of doing it big," Blaine confided wistfully but then he stopped himself. Why had he let his defenses down so easily with Kurt? He was one hundred percent sure that he didn't want to hear his sob stories.

"What did you do before you were a ...before you entered this line of work?" Kurt asked changing the sentence tactfully. He waited expectantly for Blaine to answer, honestly interested in his response. Although Kurt had had an amazing up-bringing, he wasn't one to openly judge people. Who was he to question why Blaine had chosen this profession. Who knew what had happened in his life for him to take this path?

"Oh, I tried to pursue a career in music," Blaine continued carefully feeling embarrassed at admitting his naïve dream that had been crushed dramatically causing him to follow the career he had least expected. "It kind of failed miserably and you know one thing leads to another..."

"I can imagine that it is a hard industry to get your foot into," Kurt acknowledged kindly. "I'm sure you're really talented and you never know, it still might happen."

"You're sweet," Blaine told him. "And you know what, sometimes I almost believe that another version of me, somewhere, in some other dimension has made it big, and is incredibly successful."

"I don't doubt it!" Kurt told him smiling softly and finding his boyish fantasy endearing and refreshing. It was so different from the people who he was usually surrounded by every day.

***

"Hey Kurt," Rachel announced, her loud and dominating voice pounding down the phone.

"Rachel," Kurt responded completely used to her manner. She might be shrewd and rude but Rachel was a killer in the workplace. She was married to her job not letting anything else get in her way and Kurt knew that if he ever wanted something to be done, Rachel could get it done.

"Just wanted to let you know that Santana is set for tonight," she told him quickly and he could hear her fiddling with papers and then tapping away viciously on her laptop.

"She's bringing her cousin though, grooming him to take on a sister magazine later on."

"Oh, yes," Kurt responded wondering at what Santana was really up to. This current venture of Kurt's to buy Santana's struggling magazine had only been met with countless counterplots and attacks towards Kurt to prevent him for completing the sale. "If I remember correctly, he's a very intense young man named Sebastian."

"Look, I gotta say this again. I don't like you going alone," Rachel gushed, her end of the phone now quiet and Kurt realized that she really was concerned. "I don't know who this Sebastian guy is, but I've only heard bad things about him. I don't trust him."

Kurt was about to respond when he was forced to stop at the sudden loud but completely harmonized husky sound of Blaine's voice. It trickled seductively out of the bathroom enticing and tickling his ears. It was ‘Teenage Dream' and Kurt felt like his body instantly melted at the sound. He wasn't too sure why, but for some reason when Blaine sang it, it held so much more meaning to him.

He tried to shrug the sudden nostalgic feeling that had overcome him and focused on the actual sound of Blaine's voice instead. He had never imagined that when Blaine had mentioned he had tried to make it in the music industry, that Blaine was this talented. How could a voice and a man like that fail?

Kurt found himself drawn to the bathroom where Blaine had disappeared to after eating his breakfast. He pushed the door open slightly, hoping, just hoping that he would be able to get another glimpse of what he had seen the night before. He felt his stomach flip as he remembered the feel of Blaine's soft skin on his chest and the curve of his ample buttock under his fingers.

Blaine was lying flat on his back in the large bath surrounded by a white wonderland of bubbles, his body completely hidden. Feeling somewhat disappointed that he had missed the opportunity of a free perve, Kurt took purchase on the edge of the bath and gazed down at the gorgeous man before him. Blaine held his head back swaying it gently back and forth as he listened to the song on his IPOD, his voice resonating around the large bathroom.

"I just think it would be better if you went with a date. Keep it social," Rachel continued and when she didn't get a response she spoke even louder. "Kurt do you hear me?"

"Yes, I'm here."

"What is that? Is that the radio? It sounds amazing," Rachel asked.

"Housekeeping is singing," Kurt told her, a wide grin spread all over his face.

"Listen Kurt, I know a lot of nice men," Rachel continued returning her attention to the planned dinner that evening.

"No you don't." Kurt told her and oh boy, he thought. She really didn't! "Besides, I already have one. You just concentrate on finding out what Santana is up to."

Kurt turned his phone off and leant out across the bath and gently touched Blaine's shoulder with his hand. If only he could have done that with his lips, he thought sadly to himself.

Blaine's eyes shot open and, damn it! He had lost his focus again. What was it with this guy? He had to remember where he was.

"Don't you just love Katie Perry," Blaine said awkwardly pulling his headphones off. "Don't you knock?" he asked, clearly embarrassed.

"Blaine, I have a business proposition for you," Kurt told him ignoring Blaine's question and trying desperately to not to let his eyes wander south of the equator to Blaine's crotch. It really was too tempting!

"What do you want?" Blaine asked noticing Kurt's struggle to keep his eyes on his face. He playfully and casually swished the water allowing the bubbles to move and it was too much, Kurt couldn't resist and his eyes fell down. Blaine laughed delightfully.

Kurt blushed but finally managed to bring his eyes back to Blaine's face where he caught that devilish grin beaming up at him. He frowned, if Blaine did take him up on his business offer, he definitely was going to make the most of what came with the package.

"I'm going to be in town until Sunday. I'd like you to spend the week with me."

"Really?" Blaine asked disbelief filling his voice.

"Yes, I'd like to hire you as an employee. Would you consider spending the week with me? I will pay you to be at my beck and call," Kurt explained believing that he should be completely honest and to the point.

"Look, I'd love to be your beck and call boy, but ...you're a rich good looking guy," Blaine began sitting up out of the water and leaning his chin on the edge. If he hadn't been wet he would have placed it on Kurt's knee but he didn't want to ruin his designer clothes. "You," he proclaimed coyly, "could get a million guys free."

"I want a professional," Kurt announced, telling himself to be careful. He was incredibly attracted to Blaine but he had to remember who he was. He was a lovely guy but Kurt really didn't know the first thing about him. Kurt also had far too much business to deal with this week. "I don't want any romantic hassles this week."

"If you're talking 24 hours a day, it's gonna cost you," Blaine asserted in a sing-song voice unperturbed by his remarks.

"Oh, yes of course!" Kurt laughed and he rubbed his hands together. Blaine was just adorable. "Alright here we go. Give me a ball park figure."

"Six full nights, days too, four thousand," Blaine's mind raced quickly and he couldn't believe the figure he had quoted. He half expected Kurt to kick him out right then and there without even letting him put his clothes back on again.

"Six nights at 300 is 1800."

"You want days too," Blaine reminded him with raised eyebrows.

"Two thousand."

"Three thousand."

"Done!"

"Holy shit!" Blaine screamed before he sank down into the bubbles completely submerging his head under the water in his excitement.

"Blaine? Blaine? Is that a yes?" Kurt asked jealous that Blaine had such a carefree manner that he was not afraid to exhibit. A long time ago he had been the same, but not these days.

"Yes! Yes!" Blaine cried as he bobbed back up to the surface. "Yes!"

Kurt smiled to himself delighted that he would have Blaine around him all week. Things were definitely looking better.

****

"I'll be gone most the day, you should buy some clothes," Kurt informed Blaine as he gathered his things and walked towards the door to leave. Blaine followed him like a lost little puppy, his body clad in a thick white robe and still naked underneath. "We'll be going out in the evening so you need to buy something."

"I would have stayed for two thousand," Blaine suddenly disclosed, his voice thick with his flirtatious tone.

"I would have paid four," Kurt returned with just as much banter in his voice and giving Blaine a quick smile. He turned to leave and stopped. "I'll see you tonight," he said softly.

"Babe, I going to treat you so nice, you're never gonna want to let me go," Blaine called longingly after him while leaning against the wall.

"Three thousand, for six days, and Blaine, I will let you go," Kurt said firmly while trying to desperately believe his own words.

"But I'm here now..." Blaine whispered with a wistful look on his face towards the closed door after Kurt had left. He glanced around the hotel room and still in complete disbelief at his sudden change in fortune, he yelled loudly and couldn't help himself but run like a crazy mindless baboon through the room.