"Uh fuck yes.." Blaine groaned breathlessly holding onto the pillow with his ass in the air, Kurt slowly fucked into him biting his lip.

Blaine continued to moan into the pillow, his words incoherent and his voice deeper than usual.

Kurt started to build up a quicker pace, hearing the sound of Blaine's ass against his hips as he started to pound faster into the slick sweaty body of the young man currently kneeling in the centre of his bed.

Blaine's cheeks flushed bright red, he breathed deeply as Kurt kissed the back of his neck.

Kurt smirked and continued to kiss him, gripping his hips softly wanting to feel good but not wanting to bruise him. "Say my name Blaine, say my name."

Blaine moaned more, lifting his head up moaning in pleasure, "Mr Hummel!"

Kurt sat up from where he had been sleeping against his face, a piece of paper was stuck to his forehead and he sighed putting it on the desk looking at his half completed work. The clock on the mantle piece displayed 03:01, "what a stupid time to wake up," Kurt mumbled contemplating whether he should continue his deep slumber at his desk or in his bedroom. He felt his erection in his pants and groaned. He stood up deciding a bed with some privacy would be best and that the mess on his desk could wait until morning. He left the room closing the door behind him, clicking it shut.

"Mr Hum-"

Kurt's body shook not expecting anyone else in the household to be awake.

Kurt lived in a large house on the outskirts of New York, far enough away from the crowds of the busy streets but close enough that he could get to work in his car every morning. He was a successful fashion designer known for his Hummel for Summer and Oh Hell To The No collections, this meant he was constantly at work and he needed someone to look after the children. After his friends (the mother and father) passed away two months ago, he was the only person left who could look after them.

However, he did not have a very good relationship with them. He had blamed them for their parents deaths and now has no bond with them at all. Luckily, there was Blaine. Blaine was 19 and had seen one of Kurt's ads in the New York Times, Kurt was glad to meet someone who didn't know him as a celebrity. "Sorry I'm not into the fashion world," he had said, and Kurt had hired him on the spot.

"Mr Hummel, are you alright?" Blaine stood there holding 4 month old Zachary who was having his 3am feed.

Kurt glanced at the baby and then at Blaine, trying to hide his erection. "I'm fine, just heading to bed." Kurt went to walk past him but Blaine held his arm gently, "don't you want to hold him?"

Kurt pursed his lips and shook his head shrugging Blaine off, "I'm not ready..." He walked to his bedroom trying not to think about the kids or the hot young adult currently living with him.

Blaine sighed and cooed Zachary smiling down at him, "Kurtie loves you really buddy, he really does!" Zachary made a few babbling noises while sucking in the teet of the bottle. Blaine opened the door to his own room and sat on the edge of his bed holding the baby close to his chest. He had a very good bond with the children, he had always wanted to be a father and while this was a bit sooner than he had expected this was great practice for when he had his own children someday.

He smiled looking down at the little boy, he was happy he had accepted this job. This might not be performing but at least he's happy.

The other children Jessica and Nathan, had been asleep since 8pm, it was an easy night, but that also meant an early morning.

Jessica was 8, she adored Blaine and called him her best friend, but hadn't spoken to Kurt at all since the death of her parents, she didn't care anymore though. It had got it into her head that Kurt was just as stuck up as her father used to say and didn't understand why her mother hadn't agreed.

Nathan was 3, he was clingy to everybody and would speak to anyone. He loved Blaine but still tried to demand attention from Kurt. He was a messy child, always seemed to have a snotty nose, and somehow managed to get dirt all in his hair, and on his clothes and hands.

Blaine had started working for Kurt after unsuccessfully getting into NYADA, he still played piano and sung at a local restaurant every Friday night 5pm-8pm but even then the children had their own booth where they would sit with his friends Sam and Mercedes. He really did miss performing but he knew he had to be around the children until they grew up, he was a part of there lives now, and as much as he liked Kurt sometimes he hated the man for how he treated the kids.

He looked a Zachary who was now sleeping peacefully, he put the bottle on the side and placed the baby boy into the small cot that was situated next to his bed. He yawned getting back under his own covers, he did think about going to make Zachary's morning bottle but he hated going to the downstairs at night, which is why he had taken Zachary with him.

He rested against his pillow and looked at the picture he had of the children on his bedside table, he knew he had gotten attached. He just hoped Kurt would keep them, he loved his live in nanny job.