Title: Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

Submission Day: Sunday, March 24 Day One

Creator: Sweetandsnarky89

Rating: K. There's a little kiss but not much.

Summary: Kurt Hummel never thought that his job as hotel concierge would lead him to stealing clothes, an incredibly handsome boy, and a big lie. Based off Maid in Manhattan.

-x-

Kurt's job as the W Hotel concierge was more rewarding then he originally thought it would be. He got to do interesting jobs, like finding the guest in 3004 a place to eat with his mistress that his wife wouldn't know about or shopping at high end stores for the guest in 5001 who had a horrible fashion sense and needed some assistance. Sure the hours kind of sucked, although the hotel worked around his schedule at NYADA and his rehearsal and show times on the rare occasions that happened. He liked most of the people that worked there and some the guests were so lavish with their tips that it made up for their odd requests.

It was a normal day, a bright spring day, and Kurt headed up the stairs to room 7040. Mrs. Ronald had bought a very expensive suit for her son so that he could attend a dinner with her, only to have him cancel at the last minute. She had called earlier to have Kurt return the items to the store and he had been happy to oblige. The suit was hanging up in the closet when he got there and he couldn't help staring at the impressive piece of fashion. It was an Alexander McQueen suit and when he saw the tags he groaned. It was his size and so pretty and he figured, it was just like trying an outfit on in the store. Mrs. Ronald wouldn't be back until well after 10:00pm.

When Kurt slipped into the suit and tucked the tags in, he could almost imagine it. Being an incredibly rich guest at the hotel, getting dressed for an evening of charity dinners and balls, with a handsome man on his arm. He was just stepping into the bedroom when a knock sounded on the door and Rachel stepped in. "Kurt...there is this guy who needs...wow." Rachel, who Kurt had finally gotten tired of not having job and hooked her up with a desk job at the hotel, stopped in her tracks when she saw him. "What are you wearing?"

"It's a McQueen suit. Mrs. Ronald bought it for her son but he cancelled and she wanted me to return it. I couldn't help myself, isn't it amazing?" Kurt smoothed his hands down the jacket.

"It is but Kurt..."

"Hello?" A deep male voice asked from right outside the door. "Rachel, did you find who you were...oh, hello." A tall man about Kurt's age was standing just inside the door, dressed impeccably and looking slightly harried.

"Hi," Kurt said softly. He tried to glare at Rachel but he didn't want the guest to catch on to anything.

Rachel grinned and Kurt could already tell that this wasn't going to be good. "I was looking for the concierge Mr. Ronald, I thought he had come up to this suit. Mr. Smythe is looking for a place to buy some new suits."

"Oh, well have you tried..."

"Maybe, if you aren't too busy, you could go with him. Mr. Smythe said that he might need some help telling if colors go together, didn't you Mr. Smythe?" Rachel smiled sweetly at the man who had yet to take his eyes off Kurt.

Mr. Smythe smiled, "I would love if you could join me. Judging from your suit, you have no problem finding things that flatter and look amazing."

Kurt flushed at the compliment even though his mind was focused on how much trouble he was going to be in. He knew that he should say no, but Mr. Smythe was handsome and he kept looking at Kurt like he wanted nothing more than to walk him back into the bedroom and have his way with him. It'd been so long since Kurt had a guy his age look at him like that and even if he knew it was wrong, he wanted to go with him. "Of course, I would be delighted to help you. I'm Kurt." He stepped forward and held his hand out.

Mr. Smythe took his hand, flipping it and pressing a kiss to Kurt's knuckles. "Pleasure Kurt. I'm Sebastian."

I won't swoon, I won't faint, I won't squeal. Kurt thought before giving him a smile. "Well, we should be on our way. Rachel, if you wouldn't mind, I've left some of my clothes in the room for dry cleaning." He glared at her, knowing that she would get the hint to remove his uniform from the room. If he didn't make it back before Mrs. Ronald, he could change down in the laundry and return the suit in the morning. He had expertly tucked the tags in so he was sure that Sebastian, god what a nice name, wouldn't notice them.

-x-

"Do you visit New York often?" Sebastian asked as they began to walk down the street. "You seem to know your way around."

"I live here actually," Kurt said with a smile. "My mother is the one with the hotel room. She's visiting from London."

Sebastian nodded, "Do you like this city? This is my first time visiting and so far..." The look on Sebastian's face made Kurt giggle.

"I'm sorry," he said as he covered his mouth. "I didn't mean to laugh, it's just...well the city takes some getting used to."

"Well, at least the company has improved from my first days here. Trailing around after my father is probably the single most boring thing."

Kurt smiled, flushing just slightly at the obvious comment. The conversation between them as they walked to the store was easy and light. Sebastian told him that his father was a district attorney in Ohio and that he was because his father wanted him to go to NYU's law school. "Do you actually want to be a lawyer," Kurt asked as he held the door open to the men's store and walked in behind Sebastian?

Sebastian stared at him for a few seconds and Kurt though that maybe he'd crossed a line. "I'm sorry," Sebastian said finally. "It's just...I'm not sure anyone has ever asked me that before. It was alway the destined path for me, to follow in my father's footsteps. It took a few years for him to recover when I came out, but he's gotten to the point where he pretends it doesn't exist."

"You...you are gay?" Kurt asked in a soft voice. He thought Sebastian might be, with the flirty tones and the looks, but he was smart enough to know that not all guys who flirted were gay. Some just liked to flirt with everything to boost their egos.

"I thought that was obvious," Sebastian said as they both stopped in front of a table with folded shirts, "after all, I spent a good part of our walk here trying not to stare at your ass and failing."

Kurt blushed, "I umm...didn't want to assume anything."

Sebastian smiled and reached over, running a hand down Kurt's shoulder and arm. "Well let me clarify then. I'm very gay and very single and I think you might be the best looking guy I've seen since I landed and I'm very interested in getting to know you more."

Kurt's whole body trembled at the small touch and the way Sebastian leaned closer, as if he was going to...

"Hello gentlemen! Is there anything I can help you with?"

The glare that Sebastian sent the overly cheerful clerk made Kurt giggle and he watched the guy walk away defeated. "So..."

"I have something to tell you," Kurt blurted out. Sebastian raised an eyebrow but motioned for Kurt to keep going. "Sorry...I umm...blurt things out when I'm nervous."

"I make you nervous?" Sebastian asked.

Kurt nodded, suddenly unable to speak when Sebastian laced their fingers together.

"You had something to tell me," he whispered.

"Right. Oh..." Kurt pulled his hand away, noticing Sebastian's face fall slightly. He didn't want to tell him, but leading Sebastian on would only make this worse in the end. "I'm not Mr. Ronald. My last name is Hummel."

"Oh...well that's not so bad. I thought you were going to tell me that you were seeing someone."

Kurt frowned, "Well no, but you don't understand. This suit, it's not mine. It did belong to Mrs. Ronald's son, but he cancelled on her. I'm the concierge at the hotel and it was my size and so pretty and I just wanted to try it on. But then Rachel came up looking for me and I saw you, and well you are so handsome and you looked like you might be interested. Rachel's always interfering so when she started the lie about who I was...I just...went with it. I wanted to go out with you."

Sebastian's face remained stoic as he listened to Kurt. "So...you lied to me?"

"Well technically Rachel did and I just went along with it."

"But why? Did you really think that I wouldn't want to go out with you because you weren't rich?" Sebastian almost looked hurt at the accusation.

Kurt sighed, "Well a little. Mostly I didn't know if you would get me in trouble if you found out that I'd been trying on clothes that weren't mine. It's not something I've ever done before or would ever do again, and my job is really the only I have to keep me in the city while I finish school."

Sebastian nodded, looking around the store to see if anyone else was around. "Well, thank you for telling me. But, you could have told me in the hotel." Sebastian stepped forward until he was close enough that Kurt could feel his body heat. "I don't care if you are rich or struggling, I don't care if you come from a nice family or you are just a student with a part time job. What I cared about," Sebastian cupped Kurt's cheek, "is how breathtaking you are and how much I wanted any excuse to get out of that hotel with you. Go shopping, get some lunch, and maybe I'd get lucky and you'd let me kiss you before asking you to dinner."

Kurt could barely breath as Sebastian leaned forward. "I...you can."

"Good," Sebastian whispered against his lips. He pressed their lips together, one hand still cupping Kurt's cheek and the other on his hip to pull him closer. When he pulled back, Kurt's eyes fluttered open and Sebastian smiled. "And dinner?"

"I would love to."

"Well then, let's get my suit and I can return you to work. After all, I need to tell my father that moving to New York is a must."