A/N: I FINISH MY OTHER MULTI-CHAPTER FICS BEFORE I START THIS, BUT I CAN'T. This idea inserted itself into my brain while I was at a resort for my cousin's wedding. Actually, the resort in this story is based off of the one I was at. It was lovely.
This is DEFINATELY AU, and it's a future!fic.
Rating may go up in future chapters.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, any characters you may recognize, or Adele & her music. And as far as I know, the Warblers have never covered one of her songs. Although, if they did, I would die. So, please don't sue. I'm saving up to go to the SPACE tour.
The Maid and The Musician
Kurt Hummel had always loved his job, and made it obvious that he did so. Sure, the pay wasn't amazing, but it was simple work, never tiring, and his co-workers had become a second family to him.
So, Tina Cohen-Chang had been surprised as she looked up from the magazine she was reading as she sat behind the check-in counter at the Four Seasons Hotel Resort, a classy, spacious hotel that rested on a small island off of the coast of Wisconsin, to be greeted with the sight of Kurt rushing through the large, automatic doors, grumbling underneath his breath as he struggled to adjust his tie.
"Having trouble?" She asked him, a slight smile on her face as he walked behind the counter, and punched himself in.
"I woke up twenty minutes late, and either had to get dressed in the car, or skip my moisturizing routine. And I will never skip my moisturizing routine." He said, giving his tie one final tug before he let it rest perfectly against his black work shirt. He looked over Tina's shoulder, glancing at the magazine she was reading as he moved to take a seat at the computer next to her, which was used to sign customers in and make key cards for the patrons staying in the hotel.
"Where are the other's working today?" he asked, turning his computer on with a push of a button.
As it whirred to life, Tina's eyes returned to her magazine. "Mike's on kitchen duty with Mercedes and Finn, Puck and Rachel are on room service, and Quinn and Sam are cleaning. Santana's running the buffet. I'm pretty sure Brittany is working the Ice Cream Parlor."
Kurt nodded, and turned his head just in time to watch seven handsome men walked casually into the hotel, two of them wheeling luggage carts filled with suitcases behind them. Kurt elbowed Tina lightly in the side, all the while looking at the men. The two who entered first approached the counter, smiling politely. Kurt smiled brightly back, and recited the question that had been burned into his head since his first day here.
"Hello, and welcome! How many I help you today?" he asked, smiling as he watched the two men. One was Asian and was about as tall as Kurt, and seemed very friendly by the way he was smiling so warmly right back. The other one, a dark-skinned man who seemed slightly taller, smiled back just as brightly.
"Yes, we have reservations under the name 'Anderson'?" The first one asked, resting his arm on top of the counter as Kurt typed the name into the system.
"Ah, yes- you have two deluxe suites. Rooms 213 and 215." He said, smiling up at the boys as he read the information out loud. "How many room cards would you like?"
"I think 3 would be perfect, if you don't mind." The taller one said, looking to the Asian for confirmation. He nodded, and turned to the other 5 boys in the group as Kurt made the key cards for them.
"Alright, Flint, Nick, and Jeff- you three are sharing a key card. Thad, David and I will share the other one, and Blaine gets his own."
"Wait, why does Blaine get his own?" A slim, blonde boy said, earning a swat on the back of the head from a tall, well built boy standing next to him.
"Jeff, it's because if it wasn't for Blaine, we wouldn't even be here." He said, as the blonde boy grumbled and rubbed the back of his skull.
The first of the two boys in front of the counter turned his back away from the two quarrelling boys just as Kurt presented him with the three key cards. He accepted them graciously, and with a polite thank you, the group made their way towards the elevator, chatting and walking at the same time. Kurt watched them retreat, and when the elevator doors closed, he turned back to his co-worker, only to find her incapable of speech.
"Tina? What's wrong?" he asked, looking slightly concerned as his closest friend's gaze flickered between him and the elevator.
"Do you- How did you- What-?" she stuttered, which only confused Kurt more.
"Tina, spit it out. Did I have something on my face?" he asked, his right hand immediately flying up to his face, checking for any sign of a flaw on his porcelain skin.
Tina just shook her head. "Do you know who they were?" She asked him, seeming disbelieving.
Kurt looked at her as if she had grown a third head. "..No? Was I supposed to?"
Tina stared at him, her mouth open slightly from shock, and she sighed, rubbing her left temple as she set her magazine down, eyes closing slightly at the relieving pressure on her head.
"That was Blaine Anderson. The Blaine Anderson! And the Warblers! How do you not know them?" she asked, giving him an exasperated look. He just shrugged, and reached into his satchel to grab his own magazine to browse through.
"It never occurred to me. I don't really listen to the radio, much. Just my I-pod, which is pretty much show tunes. You know that, Tina." He said, flipping a page quickly.
She watched her best friend reading silently, then sighed, grabbing her I-pod off of the counter, where it was laying since she discarded it after she signed in. She handed Kurt a headphone, and told him, "Just listen. You'll recognize them."
Kurt did as she told him, and slipped the ear bud into his ear in one swift movement, eyes never leaving the page of his magazine.
Tina searched through her songs, and found the perfect one. She hit play, and watched her best friend's expression intently.
Kurt's eyes slowly rose from the outfit he was admiring in the magazine, and were watching the front doors intently as he listened to the smooth voices and gentle instruments complement each other perfectly. When the song had finished, he removed the ear bud, then turned to Tina.
"I thought Adele sang 'Set Fire To The Rain'?" he asked, hand frozen near his ear, headphone still in his grasp. Tina smiled, and grabbed the ear bud, carefully wrapping the headphones around her I-pod before returning it to its original place on the counter.
"It is. That was a cover of theirs I found online. It's kind of old- back from when they were seniors in high school, I think." She said, returning to her own magazine with an obviously satisfied smirk on her face. Kurt remained silent for a few moments before his voice cut through the silence clearly.
"So... do you know anymore about the band?" he said, setting his magazine down beside his keyboard. Tina watched out of the corner of her eye, grin growing with each passing second.
"Well, the lead singer- Blaine Anderson- is gay. So is their bass guitarist, Flint Conrad. Wes Hughes, David Emerson, Nick Wilson, Jeff Summers, and Thad Wright are straight, though. As far as I know, they're all single, besides Thad and David. And Thad, David, and Wes are the oldest. The others are our age- 25." She recited with a smile on her face. Kurt stared at her, mouth agape.
"Would you kindly tell me how you know all of this?" he said, not even trying to hide his amusement and wonder at his friend's ability to know the band's personal life.
Tina just shrugged, and turned towards her magazine once again.
"I'm just a really big fan girl. Now, would you mind running these papers to Mike? I forgot to ask you before."
X
When Wesley Hughes agreed to manage Blaine's band back in high school, he never would've imagined being a babysitter to 6 fully grown men. So, when he opened the door to the first suite, he expected all of the boys- save for Thad, and maybe David- to stampede into the room, and immediately make themselves comfortable. What he didn't expect was to make his way into the room, only to realize that 3 of the boys were missing.
"Where's Blaine, Flint, & Jeff?" he questioned, whirling around to face Thad, who was glancing over his shoulder towards the spot the boy's had previously vacated.
"I swore they were behind me!" He said, turning back towards Wes, hands up in an 'I surrender' pose. Nick chuckled at the sight, and shook his head.
"They're probably off getting into trouble, or something." David called from one of the bedrooms, where he had deposited the luggage. "I doubt we have to worry about them. Blaine's responsible enough, and wouldn't let Flint and Jeff do something too stupid."
Wes eyed the three boys warily, and then sighed, rubbing his temples. "I guess you're right. Let's get settled in, then we'll find them."
X
"I just don't understand how a hotel can be this big!" Jeff exclaimed, his voice echoing off of the walls of the long hall on the West end of the resort.
"It's not a hotel, Jeff. It's a resort. They're supposed to be this big." Blaine replied, admiring the architecture of the building, which- according to the plaque near the entrance- was constructed in the 1800's.
The boys turned, and found themselves in a small, cozy bar where a handsome Asian man was washing out a mug near a sink. The three boys strode up to the bar, and sat down at the barstools. The bar wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty, either. A couple wearing formal outfits sat in a booth towards the back, chatting intimately and laughing every once in a while. Blaine sat and watched, a slight smile on his face.
He wanted something like that one day. Sure, Flint was gay, and an amazing guy, but Blaine and he had been good friends for a while, and he didn't want to ruin that.
Blaine turned back towards his friends just as the waiter walked towards them, a friendly smile on his face.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?" he asked, rubbing his hands off on his small white smock. The three boys smiled back warmly, and Flint answered for them all.
"Three beers, please." He said, pulling out his wallet, but Blaine shook his head, and swatted his hand.
"No, Flint. This is going on our tab. This week is all about fun, and worrying about consequences later." He said, winking at his friends. Flint's eyebrows rose slightly, but he had a large grin on his face. Jeff burst into laughter, doubling over in his seat. Blaine just grinned and thanked the waiter as he set the three opened beer bottles on the counter in front of them.
"Cheers!" Flint said, raising his glass as his friends followed suit.
X
About an hour later, the three boys left the bar, smiling and laughing, reminiscing about high school memories.
"Hey, Blaine, I have a question." Jeff said when the group reached the elevator, Flint pressing the button as they stood around the doors.
"Yeah?" Blaine mumbled, having been playing with his phone before the blonde questioned him.
"Why don't you have a boyfriend? I mean, you're an awesome dude, and you're like, really nice and talented! Is it just that you're not looking for someone, or…?" Jeff said, watching Blaine questioningly. Flint tried to conceal his laughter behind his hand as the elevator opened.
"Jeff, I shouldn't even answer that, but you know what? I will. I just haven't found someone who works well for me-" Blaine started, before his eyes fell on the single person in the elevator.
"Oh." He finished, eyes seemingly glued to the brunette hotel worker, who was holding the door for the three men.
"What floor?" he asked the three boys kindly, and Flint shot a questioning look at Blaine, obviously wondering why the curly haired singer had fallen silent, before answering.
"2nd, please." He said, smiling as the boy clicked the button and removed his arm from the doorway.
Blaine's mind was rushing at a million thoughts per minute. His eyes raked over the man's body before they returned to his turquoise eyes, which were shining as he smiled and asked Flint and Jeff how their stay was so far.
As the three boys continued a conversation, Blaine silently wondered if he had found a guy perfect for him.
By the time they had reached the second floor, they had learned the worker's name- Kurt- and, with a genuinely kind smile, Kurt told them to call him at the front desk if they needed anything.
With a slight click, the elevator doors closed, and Blaine stood rooted to the spot.
He needed to see that boy again.
X
A/N: Can I just say Tina is a gpoy for all Klainers everywhere, being a creep and everything.
Also, I hope you enjoyed! :)