Kurt sighed as he checked his bank account. He needed a job, but all of the ones he had interviewed for so far were unwilling to work around his school schedule. He held his head high and walked into the coffee shop. Nothing was going to get him down. He ordered a coffee and headed to the end of the counter to wait.

There were a few new ads on the bulletin board, so Kurt decided to check them out. ‘Must be my lucky day,' he thought when he saw a flyer for someone seeking a babysitter. The days and times fit perfectly into his school schedule. The barista called his name and he turned with a grin. “Thank you. Have a wonderful day.”

Looking at the time, he decided it was a good time to call the man on the flyer. “H'llo?” came a little voice on the other end.

Kurt wasn't sure how to respond. “Um...hi. Is...is your daddy around?”

He couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the child yell, “Daddy! Phone!”

“Damian, I told you not to answer Daddy's phone without permission,” he heard a muffled voice say. “This is Blaine. I'm sorry about that.” Next came a grunt and a quiet, “Damian, buddy, Daddy's on the phone. You can't jump on me like that when I'm on the phone.”

Kurt smiled. It was obvious the man had a lot of love for his son in the gentle way he spoke to him. “Hi. My name is Kurt and I was calling about the flyer you posted about needing a babysitter?”

He could hear the smile in Blaine's voice. “Great. I've had a couple of people call already, so I've been trying to do interviews. When can you come over?”

“Whenever you'd like. I have class until two each day, but I'm free after that.”

“Excellent. Can you stop by in about fifteen minutes?”

Kurt's eyes went wide. Fifteen minutes? He'd never gotten a job interview so quickly. “Absolutely.” Blaine gave him the address and he thanked him before hanging up. When Kurt arrived, he rang the doorbell. The man that opened the door was very handsome. He had a beautiful smile and gorgeous eyes. Kurt was in awe. “Hi,” he managed to get out. “I'm Kurt Hummel.”

“Blaine Anderson. It's nice to meet you. Please, come in. Damian is in the playroom so we can have a few minutes of adult time,” Blaine chuckled. He motioned to the couch. “Have a seat. So, Kurt. You said you're in school?”

“Yes. I'm a sophomore at the university.”

Blaine smiled. “That's great. And you're out of class by two each day?” Kurt nodded. “So, what made you decide to become a babysitter?”

Kurt blushed a little. “All the jobs I've interviewed for so far have been unwilling to work around my schedule. I saw your flyer and the hours are perfect.”

“If we choose you, you're welcome to study after Damian's in bed. Or even while he's occupied with something else.”

Suddenly there was a little face peeking out from behind the chair Blaine was sitting in. Kurt smiled and said, “Hi. I'm Kurt.”

Damian ducked back behind the chair causing Blaine to chuckle. “He's a little shy around new people. Come here, buddy.” Damian came around and sat on Blaine's lap, burying his face in Blaine's shirt. “Say hi to Kurt.”

“Hi, Kurt.”

“Hi,” Kurt said again. “What's your name?”

Damian looked up at his daddy and Blaine nodded. He looked back at Kurt and said, “Damian Levi Anderson.”

“It's nice to meet you, Damian. How old are you?” Damian held up three fingers. “Three? Wow.” Kurt tried to think of some of the things that his friend's three year old liked. “So do you like Mickey Mouse?” Damian smiled and nodded. “Yeah? Who's your favorite?” Damian shrugged and leaned into his daddy. Kurt lowered his voice to nearly a whisper and said, “My favorite is Pluto.”

Damian giggled. “I like Goofy! Wanna see Goofy?”

Blaine smiled at the interaction. “Why don't you go grab him, bud?” When Damian was out of the room, Blaine said, “He's never done that. Normally he hides his face and refuses to talk with new people.”

Damian returned and ran up to Kurt, shoving Goofy in his lap. “See? Goofy!”

“It sure is. I love Goofy.”

“Yeah,” Damian nodded with a wide smile, hugging Goofy to his chest. “Love Goofy.”

Kurt looked up at Blaine with a smile. Blaine asked, “When can you start?”

“Seriously? I thought you would have more interviews to do.”

Blaine shook his head. “Doesn't matter. You're a natural.” He turned to his son. “Damian, do you want Kurt to come watch you while Daddy's at work?” Damian nodded. “The boss has spoken. You're hired.”

“Thank you. Um, when do you need me to start?” he asked as Damian went off to play again.

“I actually have today and tomorrow off. I'd hoped I would find someone by then,” Blaine chuckled. “If you want, you can stop by after your classes tomorrow and I can kind of run through his routine with you. Otherwise, I'd need you here by three on Wednesday.”

Kurt nodded. “So, uh, is that what time you go to work, or...”

“No, that's what time his daycare closes. I work a crazy schedule, so it's tough to find anyone to help with Damian. I put him in daycare because they do preschool there too. I figure he'll get more out of that than having someone sitting around here all day with him.” Blaine smiled sadly. “I try to spend as much time as I can with him, but it's tough sometimes.”

“Would I need to pick him up from daycare then?”

Blaine shook his head. “That's when I take a break from work. I pick him up, grab us both a snack, and bring him home. We're usually here in time for the sitter to show up.”

Kurt smiled warmly. “You weren't kidding about having a routine.”

“It's been just the two of us for a while so we're kind of set in our ways.” He was stopped when Damian tugged on his hand. “What's up, munchkin?”

“Daddy, I'm hungry. Can Kurt eat with us?”

Blaine laughed lightly. “I'm sure Kurt has other things to do. He'll have dinner with you when I go back to work in a couple days. Is that okay?” Damian nodded. “Good. Let me walk Kurt out and then I'll get us some dinner.” Blaine and Damian walked Kurt to the door and thanked him for stopping by. “So, will we see you tomorrow then?” Kurt nodded. “Great. Thanks again, Kurt. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Kurt swooned and said, “See you tomorrow.” He mentally kicked himself when he got into his car. “You can't do that, Kurt. Sure, the guy's cute, but he's like forty. And straight. Plus he's your boss now.” He sighed and headed home.