Kurt
Kurt hummed as he typed and stared at the Mac Computer sitting in front of him. His hands were busily typing when a whine came from the doorway. He jumped and turned in her chair so he was facing the door. Staring back at him was a fluffy golden puppy and Kurt's face softened and a grin spread across his face.
"Hey, Molly bear." He cooed and the pup wobbled over to his feet and sat down with a plop. Molly gazed up at the man sitting above her and whined once again and pawed at his feet. Kurt chuckled silently to himself and bent over and scooped up the pup. He laid Molly on her back so she was cradled like a newborn baby and she was looking up at Kurt with her big hazel eyes. Kurt laughed silently to himself at the sight and turned the chair to face the computer and he clicked the mouse a few times and shut the computer off.
Kurt looked around his office and observed the mess in front of him; from papers to unopened mail sitting on his desk that he still has to open. He turned his attention to the pup, now sleeping in his arms, and got up and walked out of his office and silently shut the door. He walked down the hallway and into the living area while still holding the pup, now awake, in his arms.
Molly struggled in his arms and let out a whine. Kurt turned the pup right-side up and placed her on the couch and the pup looked expectantly up at Kurt. "What's wrong, baby girl?" Kurt cooed as he walked towards the big glass doors on the other side of the room and looked out at the city beneath his apartment. Taxis were everywhere, probably from the morning rush, and people walking down the street trying to get to work. Kurt heard a loud thump from behind and quickly spun around only to find Molly making her way over to Kurt's feet and she scratched at the door.
"Okay, baby," he said as he slid the glass door open and the puppy walked through the space onto the small deck area and Kurt closed the door.
Leaving Molly on the porch, Kurt walked around the kitchen table to the fridge and he opened the door. Peering inside, Kurt reached in and pulled out a container of orange juice and shut the door. He crossed the tiny kitchen and got out a glass and poured himself a glass. As Kurt out away the contents he heard a whine coming from the door and walked over and opened it for the small puppy.
"Once we find a better place I'm getting you a dog door." He said as he watched the puppy walk over to a kennel behind the table and sit. Kurt glanced up at the microwave on the counter and gasped at the time. He rushed over to the pup and pushed her inside the kennel, "Sorry, Molly, I'll be back later." Kurt ran to the front door and threw his shoes on and reached into his pocket, making sure he grabbed his phone and keys. He pulled open the closet door and put on his coat and wrapped a scarf around his neck before turning around suddenly and freezing, trying to remember anything he might need.
"Bye Molls. Love you!" He said as he shut the door of his apartment. He rushed to the elevator, only to see an 'out of order' sign and he let out a growl. "Nothing ever works around here," he said muttering to himself. He glanced at his watch, "Shit." He sprinted to the staircase and ran down the six floors of stairs.
Once outside, Kurt hailed a taxi and climbed in, "Sweet Cheeks Bakery, please," he blurted out not even looking at the driver and pulled out his phone. He sent a quick text and slid the phone back into his pocket and watched the people through his window. Minutes later the cab arrived in front of the bakery and Kurt paid the taxi driver and got out.
Kurt pulled out his keys and unlocked the glass door and walked in. He flipped the closed sign over so it read 'open' and walked over to the counter and set his keys down. He took off his coat and walked behind the counter and hung it up on a coat rack by a doorway leading to the back room. Kurt looked around at his small shop, observing the cramped tables and sighed.
Kurt grabbed his keys and walked into the back room and turned on the lights. He maneuvered around the tables used for baking and ovens, making his way towards the very back. Walking through another doorway, into a closet-like room and smiled at what he saw. Looking up at him was a midnight black golden retriever lying in a decent sized kennel.
"Good morning beautiful. Are you hungry?" Kurt asked the dog in a soft and gentle voice while he opened the kennel and the dog sat up with its ears perked. Kurt reached and grabbed a vest that was lying on top of the kennel and carefully dressed it on the dog and then he turns around and drapes an apron on himself. The dog just sat and waited for Kurt to finish what he was doing and once he was finished Kurt stood back up and the dog looked up at him expectantly.
"Okay," Kurt said and the dog got up and ran eagerly to the back door and out a dog door. Kurt walked back up to the front and filled a dog bowls that was laid out in a corner in front of the counter. He heard scampering behind him and before he turned the dog was eating and drinking in front of him. Kurt just smiled and walked into the back and started making different types of cookies and other goods.
Two hours passed and Kurt checks the time and brings the last batch of goods he made to the front. He checks around before pulling out a set of plastic gloves and a tray from the glass containers and starts to arrange some cupcakes around before sliding the tray into the glass display case. Kurt then takes the tray into the back and places it in a large sink, which was already full with all of his other utensils he had used that morning. He looks around at the mess and at his work stations and smiles.
Kurt hears the door- bell ding and he pulls off the apron and places it on the hook where he had gotten it earlier that morning and rushed to the front of his bakery.
"Good morning," Kurt smiled and greeted the women standing in front of one of the displays he had just prepared.
"Good morning," she repeated and Kurt noticed her looking at something and her brow went up as she looked up at Kurt, "Is that a dog?" She said sounding stern. Kurt looked puzzled and lent over the counter only to see the black dog looking back at him; lying on the bed Kurt had made her in the corner.
"Yes, ma'am." Kurt said as he lent back over the counter and brushed his hands on his pants.
"This is a bakery," the women comments openly.
Kurt looks around at his shop and nods. "Yes, ma'am, it is. She's mine." He said still smiling as he engaged a conversation with the women standing in his shop.
"What is she doing in here?" The women asked, with a curious tone in her voice. "Don't you keep pets at home?"
"She's my service dog and she's not a pet. She's family and a resource for me." Kurt said with the smile now gone from his face.
"May I?" The woman asks as she gazes at the dog and back at Kurt. Kurt nods and the woman crouches down and pets the dog. "She's gorgeous, what's her name?" The woman gets up and looks at Kurt.
"Gaga, after Lady Gaga because I love her and she's my idol." Kurt says and looks down at the blue eyes looking up at him from the dog bed.
"That's a good name for her." The lady looks around at the baked items and looks back up at Kurt. "I'm from NYC channel 5 news and I'm doing this segment on new businesses, trying to get people aware of all of the hot new stores here." The lady said extending her hand towards Kurt.
"Wow, that's amazing." Kurt shakes her hand, "I'm Kurt by the way."
"Shelby Cline." She drops her hand and smiles. "If that's okay with you, I would like to get some shots of the place and interview you for tonight's news."
"Yeah, that sounds great." Kurt said and walked out from behind the counter.
Blaine
Blaine walks into his apartment and slams the door and slumps against it.
"Date didn't go well I take it." Wes says as he walks around the island in the kitchen as he pours two glasses of Tequila and walks over to Blaine.
"How'd you guess? Terrible. Not gonna happen again, trust me." Blaine said as he accepted the glass Wes had extended to Blaine.
"Come on, 10 o'clock news is going to be on pretty soon. Come watch it with me and get your mind off Sebastian." Wes walked into the living room and sat on the couch, soon followed by Blaine.
It was pretty much the same stuff on as this morning's news except a story or two and the weather. One of the new stories caught Blaine's attention and he perked up and listened when he saw a tall, pale skinned guy standing outside a building called 'Sweet Cheeks Bakery. The woman who had interviewed Kurt was doing a voice over as the TV was showing people the building and glazing over the contents in the display cases Kurt had filled early that morning.
"Kurt Hummel opened his bakery downtown NYC earlier this year called 'Sweet Cheeks'. He makes everything from scratch every single morning and whatever he doesn't sell, he gives to the homeless shelter when he closes every night." The camera man was taping Kurt as he was helping a customer and then the camera changed so it was taping a black dog. This puzzled Blaine, but he kept listening.
"When you visit Sweet Cheeks, you might be greeted by this interesting face. Gaga, a black golden retriever, is Kurt's service dog and stays at the bakery at all times and watches Kurt and will alert him if a stroke is coming on." The camera is now on Kurt as he speaks, "Gaga is a huge help and with the permission of the Health Department, she is allowed in her kennel at the back of the shop and in front of the counter on her bed. She's friendly, but won't leave her bed unless I say it's okay. She's part of my family." Kurt finishes with a smile and the woman comes into view and is standing in front of displays of cakes and cookies and finishes with the address of the bakery and assuring everyone it's worth coming to.
Blaine sees the smiling guy and is amazed by his genuine smile and decides that he's going to making a trip to the bakery in the morning before work.