So first chapter, I'm kind of nervous.

In this story it won't be easy the Klaine thing, I'm warning you, but it's really funny, seriously.

I hope you like it and leave some review I'd be really glad.

Thanks to the best beta ever, Care xoxo

Enjoy!

Ps, I don't own Glee.

Chapter 1

Kurt heard the elevator and ran to the kitchen.

Was it possible? It was almost half past seven and his work time finished at 8 pm.

He turned on the monitor that was in front of him.

It was him. It was easy to know… And just like in the pictures, he looked awesome. It was obvious, a man who lived of the danger and was half naked in front of the camera; Kurt was sure the man knew it was focusing on him.

Was that why he had that anti-bullet glass? So that he can be aggressive when making out with a guy and the glass won't break?

God, couldn't they wait until they made it to the bed?

Kurt turned off the monitor. Unlike most of them, this one was really clear and in high definition, and the last thing he needed to see was his hot boss fucking another guy.

He looked at the clock "7:40". What was he supposed to do? He couldn't go yet…So he took his iPod and started listening to his last audition, the same that got him rejected, again; it's sad that no one – he couldn't think. He felt a breeze and looked at the door.

And that's when he saw him.

He wasn't like in the pictures, he was better! Hazel eyes, tanned skin, curly hair and awesome muscles, and his abs, and oh my god, why was he shirtless?!

"Who are you!?" He asked, once he saw Kurt in the kitchen

"Kurt, your new home assistant"

"My what!?"

"Home assistant… I clean, wash, order"

"You're the nanny?" Asked Blaine Anderson, the owner of the editorial T.W., confused.

"Like a nanny but I am more expensive and I don't take care of you" Blaine watched him, speechless

"What are you doing here?!"

"My working time starts at 10 am and finishes at 8 pm"

"The same schedule as Sam, but he always left early…"

"Do you want me to go?" Kurt asked with hope

"No! It's fine… you have a schedule. It's just…"He looked at Kurt again, but this time with a hungry look of a man to a hot man. "What was your name again?"

"Kurt"

"I'll call you Sam. I'm not very good with names"

For a second, Kurt looked at him with a challenging look, but he softened his look rather quickly.

"However you'd like," He answered, pretending to be honest "But you'll have to forgive me if I don't answer. My memory isn't that good either. I'll answer if you call me Mister, assistant or Kurt. But if you call me any other name I'll just assume you're talking to someone else"

"So that's how it'll work," thought Blaine. This man wasn't going to last. Too cute and too smartass for this job.

"Since you're here, make something for dinner, Sam. What do you have in mind?"

"I can make some salad with fish. Wine or champagne?"

"What'd you choose?"

"Wine, if you'd like to make the chat longer"

"Champagne it is. Bring everything as soon as it's ready"

Kurt looked at the clock again. 8:45. He should probably hurry up if he didn't want to keep Luke waiting. He started cleaning, cutting every vegetable and putting everything on a tray, making it look cute but professional. He fixed his hair, his white t-shirt and walked in the studio, where Blaine kept flirting with the man sitting on his lap.

"Honey, I feel guilty" said the mysterious man

Kurt fixed the tray on the table, put the champagne bottle next to the ice and tried to get away from there as soon as he could. But his boss, getting free of the octopus, stood up and took him by the arm.

"Do you know how to open champagne bottles?"

"Yes" Kurt replied simply, his cheeks turning red due to his boss' touch and those beautiful hazel eyes

He was really gorgeous and why would he even deny it, he was hot too. Pretty annoying but gorgeous. Patiently, Kurt focused on the ice cube and started rubbing it against the cork, in an attempt to open the bottle professionally.

"I really feel guilty" Started the man again "I know you're Trent's boyfriend and he's my best friend-"

"Yes sure" thought Kurt, rolling his eyes

He continued, "And this that just happened between-"

"Trent knows how things work with me," said the gallant "it's just sex. I don't do romantic, it doesn't fit me right - the boyfriend or husband part"

"What a jerk" thought Kurt again, rolling his eyes one more time, still fighting with the cork and losing his composure.

"You can't be serious," Said the anonymous lover

"I've never lied to a man", replied the hazel eyed.

"Sure" Kurt was getting used to his irony. But the lover instead of freaking out or getting angry, hugged Blaine while he said "Poor baby, they must've broken your heart so bad…"

"NO" Said Blaine quickly, while he looked with a grin at his new employee's movements in his fight against the bottle "No man has ever hurt me and I'll do everything to keep it that way… The good thing of love is not taking it seriously"

"Asshole" we already know whose thought that was. Who, if they were alone would most likely be using a hammer.

"You think so because you have never fallen in love, but one day you'll want to have a family-"In his stress, Kurt gave one last pull that made him lose the balance making him fall on the floor, very unprofessional of his part.

Blaine Anderson, the most popular journalist of New York, watched him with a grin on his face, smiled, took his time to see the humiliation on Kurt's face and only then, finally, stood up to help Kurt.

"A family?" he wondered, standing next to Kurt while he opened the damn bottle with his thumb in a quick movement "I avoided that by having a vasectomy a long time ago. My life is already too hard"

The situation wasn't the best and Kurt hurried up, pouring the frizzy drink in glasses; that was easy for him. "A vasectomy? Then, god, the last thing this world needs is another jerk like him"

The young man finished serving everything and stood there, next to the table, waiting (praying) for his boss to let him go. The mysterious man forgot about the talk and started kissing the muscled man again. Between kisses (and oh my god they looked damn awesome) Kurt looked at the window still waiting. "Don't these people feel ashamed!?"

"You can go, Sam," Said that jerk, finally. No, he didn't get confused, he did it on purpose, idiot. Kurt stayed in the same place like nothing had happened "Didn't you hear me!?" He shouted, quickly losing his temper "You can go!"

"You were talking to me?" Blaine seemed to hear from the boy, with an innocent gesture while he was crossing the door. Blaine Anderson blinked. Yes, that boy had his days counted in this house.