Written for funkyfifi. Love her! Just thought I'd let you all know I have no clue where this is going or who Kurt ends up with in the end!

I do not own Glee.

Edit: 01/04/13 Just grammatical stuff. No big deal. Sorry if you get a notification for it.

"Mr. Smythe!" Kurt called after his boss as he briskly walked out of his office and away from his general work area. The taller man in a tailored designer suit turned to enquire what his young secretary wanted. Kurt asked him a little flustered, and quite desperately, "Are you going to your meeting? Because it's with Ms. Williams, and her office is in the other direction-"

"I know where her office is, Kurt, so I'm obviously not going there. Cover for me, will you?" Kurt was dazzled by his employer's charming smile and use of his first name, so he promptly called Ms. Williams up to tell her Mr. Smythe really was not feeling well and would rather hold the meeting tomorrow. The excuse was exactly that, an excuse. Mr. Smythewas feeling absolutely fine, but his secretary had no clue how to lie or cover up in an effective way. "Cool, thanks kid." A blush spread across the younger man's cheeks, heating his face. He batted his eyelashes toward the older man and said, "Oh, it was really no problem." With a sip of his coffee and absolutely no acknowledgement to Kurt, Kurt's boss was out the door.

Kurt slumped in his chair at his desk outside Mr. Smythe'sfancy office. As the editor of an up-and-coming fashion magazine, his office was on the top floor of one of New York's most impressive sky scrapers. Kurt rolled around in his spinny-chair once and huffed out a loud breath. It was useless. He was never going to get over that crazy crush. Obviously, Mr. Smythewould never be into him; he's too beautiful, too mature, too experienced. Too successful. A 32 year old man- a head editor-like Mr. Smythe could never like his silly, flirty, slightly ditzy(on occasion) 20 year old secretary.

Kurt suddenly felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled his blackberry out of his tight black skinny-legged pants. It was a phone call from Blaine.

"Hey Blaine, I'm at work. What do you need?" Kurt asked quietly into the phone's speaker, keeping his head down in an effort to remain inconspicuous. He didn't want any co-worker or jealous intern telling on him to Mr. Smythe.

"Nothing really. Just wanted to see if you would like to get some coffee or something later." A response came back quickly and eagerly. He heard anxious breathing on the other end, and Kurt stopped to think for a few moments. Blaine really was quite cute…

"You work at a coffee shop. And I just met you." Kurt tried to reason his way out of meeting with the boy. He couldn't even remember why he had given Blaine his number in the first glanced out the window distractedly, and saw Mr. Smythe standing closely with another male on the street. Together they walked around the corner out of Kurt's sight. Curious…

"And this is crazy. I have your number, so date me maybe?" Blaine's voice came singing back to him. Kurt popped out of his momentary Mr. Smythe filled haze and giggled at Blaine's antics.

"Of course. You just had to go there." He shook his head fondly. Blaine really was very sweet, and it wasn't like any other man was going to proposition him any time soon. It wasn't as though Mr. Smythe in specific would proposition him. "Sure. We'll have coffee later. Even though you work in a coffee shop!" Kurt still thought the idea was slightly ridiculous, but in a fond way.

"Yes!" Blaine yelled gleefully from his end of the phone, chuckling when Kurt began to giggle. "So I'll pick you up around 5?"

"Blaine, you don't know where I live," Kurt reminded him lightly. Blaine laughed and snorted.

"Whoops. Duh. Okay, well, text me your address and I'll pick you up around 5."

"Deal." Once the call had ended, Kurt found himself once again drudging through his work. He scheduled regular meetings for Mr. Smythe throughout the week, and organized his papers alphabetically as well as by date. By the time his boss returned from wherever he had been, with whoever that man had been, Kurt had exhausted every possible piece of busy-work he had in his possession. Kurt was also just plain exhausted. He worked his butt off for his boss, and Mr. Smythe probably didn't even notice his existence. Kurt knocked on his bosses' door once he seemed to be settled.

"Come in!"

"Umm, Mr. Smythe. May I ask where you were?" Kurt swallowed nervously as he shuffled into the stark white office. He didn't want to pry or be nosy- even though he really did- but he needed something to tell people when Mr. Smythe disappeared mysteriously. He heard rumors from other males in the building of sexual escapades, but Kurt just couldn't believe it. Then again, Mr. Smythe had been meeting with an attractive male on the street. What else could he have been doing?

"Kurt… really?" Mr. Smythe smirked wickedly, lifted an eyebrow, and bore his eyes straight into Kurt's. "You need to ask that?" Kurt took a slight step back, not sure how to react to his bosses' sudden change in demeanor.

"Umm… yes. I need to know what to tell people when you leave without prior notice." Kurt moved his hand up to his neck to adjust the collar of his shirt. The office was beginning to get strangely and uncomfortably warm. Mr. Smythe sat on the edge of his desk, folded his hands together, and continued staring straight into Kurt's eyes. Kurt could feel his left eye begin to twitch, but he could not look away. His gaze was glued to the older man's for better or for worse.

"Everyone else knows exactly what I'm doing, Kurt. Come on, you must have heard things about me." He grinned again, and slowly stood up from the edge of his desk. He slunk toward Kurt, almost prowling. Kurt broke their stares and searched around the room with his eyes, trying to find somewhere to focus on that wasn't his highly sexual, highly sexy boss. They landed back on him momentarily before falling to the ground.

"I've heard rumors…" Kurt stated softly in admittance. He heard quick footsteps coming toward him.

"Like what?" Mr. Smythe asked him in return, voice much lower than its usual pitch. Kurt could feel his bosses' eyes burning into him.

"I don't know exactly…" Kurt began to fiddle with his hands, trying to focus on anything but the outrageously sexy man in close proximity to him. He felt breath on his face, and closed his eyes, swallowing his throat tightly. The room was too hot. Far too hot.

"Would you like me to show you?" Mr. Smythe asked, tilting Kurt's chin up with his hand. Their eyes met once again and electricity shot through Kurt's veins. Kurt spluttered.

"M-Mr. Smy-ythe." His boss put a finger against his lips and shushed him.

"Hush. Call me Sebastian." They both leaned in slowly, full of anticipation.

A door burst open and a flustered PR worker flew into the room. Kurt and Sebastian flung apart and all three looked awkwardly between one another. Finally, the lady, Linda or something- who really needed to get a haircut and go shopping-began rambling about Sebastian's bad coverage in a tabloid, so Kurt stumbled out of the room. He was out of breath, and completely out of his mind. Super flustered, Kurt was shocked out of his Sebastian-induced haze by a text from Blaine: Can't wait for tonight! –XO Blaine

Kurt and Blaine sat with their coffees at a tiny table in the cramped shop Blaine often frequented. Not the coffee house Blaine worked at, but a less commercial, more intimate one he'd perform at during open mic nights. He couldn't seem to escape coffee shops, and would probably perpetually smell like a coffee bean. Kurt, on the other hand, couldn't seem to escape attractive males.

After the highly sexualized incident in Sebastian's office, Kurt hurried to the bathroom to take care of some business. He then traveled to his desk with dignity and sat in his chair to take calls for three hours before his shift was over and he could leave. Sebastian never opened his office door a single time, and Kurt felt awkward interrupting whatever he was doing with Angie or whoever from PR, so he just… well, left. He quickly ran home, changed into a more casual ensemble and met Blaine for coffee.

The two young men were having a marvelous time. Blaine couldn't keep his eyes off Kurt's face, and Kurt constantly had to cover his mouth and refrain from snorting unattractively in laughter.

"No! Think about it! What sound would a platypus make?" Blaine loudly crossed the 'ch-ch-ch' of a chipmunk or squirrel with the 'quack' of a duck. Everyone in the shop turned to look at the curly haired man, wondering what would prompt someone to make such a noise. Kurt lurched forward in his seat, bursting into laughter.

"Please!" Kurt begged through embarrassingly loud chuckles, "Never make that noise again!" He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and took a sip of his abandoned coffee. It was cold and bad, but he didn't care.

"What? You mean this one?" Blaine stood up and repeated the noise at an even louder volume, and even more energetically than he had previously. Kurt stood up as well, laughing.

"Blaine!" He whined. "You're going to get us kicked out!" Blaine shook his head and grabbed Kurt's hand.

"Then let's leave." They ran out of the coffee shop and out onto the busy sidewalk. They bumped into people as they ran and were sworn at in at least three different languages, but that's one of New York's perks.

"Blaine, where are you taking me?" Kurt yelled, one hand clutching Blaine, the other holding onto his satchel. He swerved around the different disgruntled businessmen and foreigners, trying to keep up with the other man.

"I'm not sure yet!" Blaine replied giddily. He continued running across blocks, around corners, dodged in front of cars, and finally ended up at Central Park. "I guess here we are." Blaine uttered in an exhale. Kurt bent over in attempt to catch his breath. He hadn't done nearly that much exercise since he was on the Cheerios.

"Let's go to the Lennon memorial!" Blaine suggested full of energy. He grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled, but Kurt simply looked at him incredulously and moseyed along. He refused to run any longer. Flustered was not a good look on him.

When they arrived at the famous spot where the words to Imagine mark the pavement, a group of people could be seen standing around singing along to a person playing the guitar. Flowers littered the ground every; people paid their respects to the peacemaker. Kurt and Blaine obviously could not resist a sing-a-long, so they stood there surrounded by strangers and sang Lennon and Beatles songs until night fell. Their breath showed in front of their faces, and they were both smiling and giggling giddily.

Kurt bit his lip shyly as he looked through his eyelashes at Blaine. "I should probably be getting home soon. I have work tomorrow." Blaine nodded his head somewhat solemnly.

"Yeah. I got you. You want me to get you a cab?" He offered sweetly, detaching his hand from Kurt's for the first time in hours.

"Nah. I'm fine. I live just a few blocks away." Kurt waved his offer away and began to walk away. Before he could do so, however, Blaine tugged his arm gently and pulled Kurt into his arms.

"I hope you didn't think you could leave that quickly." Blaine muttered lowly. His breath blew over Kurt's face, reminding him of earlier in the day in Sebastian's office. Kurt tried to stutter something intelligent out quickly but before he could, Blaine gently pressed a kiss to his cheek, let him go and walked away. Kurt stood in his spot, slightly stunned, before walking home.

When Kurt woke up the next morning to the sound of an obnoxiously beeping alarm clock, he immediately groaned, rolled over, and put the pillow back over his head. He did not want to get up- at all. The previous day had been such a roller coaster, and though he was quite fond of Cedar Point's attractions (not the greasy food or unattractive people there) he would rather not be on that particular ride. Sebastian was thoroughly confusing and Blaine was… well, Blaine.

Kurt dressed himself up just as he did every other day: stylishly and consciously. Every day was an opportunity for fashion, and working at a magazine specifically made for designing, he must never have an off day.

After taking the subway to work- having avoided touching some of the dirtier looking people- he ran up to his desk and slumped in his chair. He then realized that he hadn't remembered Mr. Smythe's coffee. The day had barely started and already it was going terribly, horrifically wrong. Instead of getting up, travelling to the nearest coffee shop (which happened to be where Blaine worked), and getting his boss coffee, Kurt continued sitting in his chair. If Sebastian wanted coffee, he could get it him-damn-self. Kurt was no intern or assistant. Coffee runs were not in his job description.

Kurt opened up Pandora and started listening to his Broadway station on a low volume on the computer. He hummed along with the different songs that popped up, took Sebastian's calls, and organized papers left on his desk. After an hour of dilly-dallying, Kurt finally wondered where Sebastian was. He got up and looked in the office only to see his boss sitting there. Sebastian must have arrived at work before Kurt, an extremely unusual occurrence. Kurt knocked on the door gently and opened it slightly.

"Mr. Smythe?"

"Sebastian." Sebastian replied, not looking up from whatever papers he was reading.

"Um… do you need anything?" Kurt asked cautiously, not sure how to proceed.

"Not really." His boss waved him off without worry and without much care. Kurt's stomach turned.

"Are you sure? Because-"

"Yes, Kurt! I'm sure. Get out!" Sebastian raised his voice for the first time ever at Kurt. The younger man stood bewildered for a few moments before shutting the door silently and plopping into his desk chair. He put his head in his arms on the desk and sighed. He simply felt like moping for the rest of the day. Sebastian was all over the place, and Kurt did not need that in his life.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he eagerly pulled it out secretly hoping to see Blaine's name. Instead, he saw Rachel's. He rolled his eyes, clicked ignore and set his phone on his desk. His phone started vibrating again seconds later. He pressed ignore again. When it started vibrating a third time, he picked up the phone angrily and pressed talk.

"I am tired of you bothering me! What do you want?" He spit.

"Oh. Geez. Sorry. I didn't know calling you was a bother…" A kind, very male voice sounded from the other line. Kurt sat up straight in his seat in shock.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, Blaine! It's just my friend Rachel just called me, like, ninety times in a row, and then you called and I was irritated… I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you. Calling me isn't a problem…" Kurt tried to laugh to lighten up the mood. Luckily, Blaine laughed in response. He seemed amused by Kurt.

"It's really okay, Kurt. I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out later."

"Hang out?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, though Blaine missed the effect since he couldn't see it.

"Go on a date with me…" Blaine corrected in a slightly huffy tone. Kurt internally squealed. Maybe he could get Blaine to go back to his apartment that night. Ever since the weirdly sexual moment with Sebastian, Kurt had been pretty frustrated. He needed release, and badly.

"Yes! Oh, I mean, sure. I guess. That could work. Maybe. I'll have to check my schedule," Kurt tried- and failed- to cover up his over eagerness with nonchalance.

"Check your schedule?" It was Blaine's turn to lift an eyebrow skeptically. Both men giggled.

"Okay, okay. I'm totally free. How do you want to do this?" Kurt asked.

"I'll pick you up from work? Sound good?"

"Absolutely not!" Kurt shrieked. Blaine absolutely could not spend time with him while he was wearing the exact same clothing he wore to work. He absolutely must have to change before then. There was no way Blaine was going to pick him up directly from work.

"Why not? I'd like to spend as much time together as possible," Blaine admitted, blushing fiercely. He sat on his couch, twirling one of his curls around a finger.

"B-because. I have things to do." Kurt was a truly terrible liar, but Blaine was too much of a gentleman to question him.

"Okay, whatever. So I'll pick you up at 6:30pm?" Both boys nervously rubbed the back of their necks.

"Yeah. Sounds great." Kurt smiled and bid Blaine goodbye.

Kurt bit his lip and looked around the room. He was at a total loss. What was he supposed to do? Sebastian locked himself inside his office instead of giving him some sort of assignment like usual. He could try talking to his boss again, but Sebastian might get really angry and fire him. Or he could be very grateful and give him a raise. Or nothing could happen. Kurt shrugged his shoulders, hauled himself out of the office chair, and walked to Sebastian's office door. He hesitantly knocked on it and waited for a reply. The door swung open and a hand grabbed Kurt's arm. He was yanked into the office and pushed against the door once it was shut again.

Hot breath fanned Kurt's face. Sebastian pressed his body completely into Kurt's. Both men let out a moan. Sebastian began to roll his hips and suck on Kurt's neck. He mumbled nonsense into his secretary's skin. He licked at the sweat beading at his collar bone. Sebastian's hot mouth felt wet and absolutely heavenly on Kurt's needy body.

"Mmmm. So sexy." Sebastian mumbled. Kurt grinned and pulled his bosses hips closer to him. Hands ran up and down chests and backs, around necks and in hair. Mouths collided fiercely as their hips undulated. Round and round they went until both men were a mess. Kurt let out a stuttering gasp, and soon both men were coming.

After the ecstasy of an orgasm left Kurt, he realized what exactly had just happened. He felt like a cold bucket of water had just been dropped on him. He just… with his boss… and… what?

"Sebastian… what did we just do?" Kurt was leaning up against the wall, trying to hold his emotions together.

"Had fun." Sebastian fixed his hair in the mirror, preparing for a meeting he had in less than ten minutes. He turned and smirked at his secretary. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." Kurt let out a gasp.

"Huh?" He asked, completely confused about the entire situation.

"Maybe next time we can fuck. I'd like to feel how tight your pert little ass is." Sebastian smirked lecherously and left his office to go to his meeting. Kurt slid down the wall to the floor. He panted lightly and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Ready for our second date tonight? I am! –xoxo Blaine

Kurt groaned, and murmured, "What is my life becoming?"