A/N: Well kids, I spent most of my fall writing this for a Christmas exchange. I can finally post it, and….yay! It's in five parts, and I really hope you enjoy. I'll be posting as I clean it up, but it's all done, so…that's a nice change from my WIP's where I just make things up as I go along. For the prompt "Kurt and Blaine meet and fall in love at the Bakery in which they both work", for chambergambit on tumblr/LJ for the KB Holidays gifts exchange. UST and fluff ahead, you have been warned. And it's semi-AU, I guess. Kurt and Blaine are themselves but never met in high school, basically. Rated M for later parts.

Kurt loved the end of September. Not because Central Park was more beautiful than ever as the leaves changed color and fell to the ground, or because he got to wear his cardigans, blazers and boots without sweating up a storm.

No, the end of September meant the coming of October. That meant that it was time to start baking and selling pumpkin flavored everything; pumpkin cheesecake bars, pumpkin chocolate chip muffins, pumpkin spice cupcakes (with cinnamon cream cheese frosting; his personal favorite. He'd bathe in it if it wouldn't be so terrible for his skin).

He loved the smell of it all. He even dug up the cash to purchase far too many pumpkin spice lattes from Starbucks because they were absolutely delectable. He, of course, did not support corporate oppression, but he was powerless against pumpkin.

Kurt had been assistant manager at the bakery for a year now, and a faithful employee for four before that. He'd never quite dreamed of half running a bakery when he'd been a kid growing up in Ohio, but when he'd come to New York a million years ago to escape Midwest conservatism, he'd soon realized a job of any sort was a necessity. He'd left Ohio a little foolishly, with a dream to be a big star and no back up plans. He was lucky to have found this job, and now that he'd settled into it, he really loved it.

Kurt's eyes slid shut and he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of pumpkin and cinnamon once more. The bell above the door jangled and he opened his eyes.
Well, shit. Their newest hire, a gorgeous philosophy graduate student by the name of Blaine, stood in the doorway.

"Mmmm," Blaine murmured, his voice so low it was nearly pornographic. Kurt wondered if he made noises like that during sex. "Pumpkin. I love that smell. What did you make this morning?" he asked as he walked behind the counter, turning his back to Kurt as he picked up an apron and tied it around his waist.

"Pumpkin cheesecake bars, pumpkin cupcakes and now I've got pumpkin chocolate chip muffins in the oven," he said, his voice thin and reedy as he tried not to stare at Blaine's ass in his tight maroon corduroy pants.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, smiling softly. "You okay?"

Kurt shook his head. "Yeah. I'm great." He clapped his hands together. "I was thinking that flowers would be great. People love them. Could you run down to the florist and pick up something? Anything with red, yellow or orange in it—you know, fall colors. Maybe….five or so bunches. And make them all different."

Blaine nodded, already reaching around behind him to untie his apron.
Kurt pulled the company credit card from under the counter, and hated himself for shivering when their fingers brushed as he handed it to Blaine.

"See you soon," Blaine said by way of farewell, a wicked grin lighting up his face. He strolled out of the door, and as soon as he was out of sight, Kurt leaned against the counter and closed his eyes.

He was losing it. He'd noticed that Blaine was extraordinarily attractive when he'd interviewed him, but had told himself he'd hired the kid because he seemed like he could use the cash, and seemed personable and intelligent enough to keep their customers happy. The minute Kurt had realized his attraction to Blaine was growing into something more, he'd being waiting for him to screw something up. Unfortunately, Blaine had been a perfect employee, and Kurt was pretty sure it was illegal to fire people for being too attractive.

A noise from behind startled him. He whirled around and laughed when he saw the owner standing in the doorway, a smirk on her face.

"Working hard, are we Hummel?" Kay drawled as she leaned against the frame, her arms crossed.

Kurt gulped. "Yes. Just sent Blaine out to get some flowers." He felt a blush spreading across his face. Well, fuck.

She rose an eyebrow. "You always blush when you mention that boy," she commented as she opened the cash register and placed yesterday's earnings into a zippered pouch.

Kurt tried to calm himself as she busied herself with counting the money. Kay had been wonderful to him since the day he stumbled into her bakery looking for a job six years ago. All he knew about her is that she was once a doctor and had a tendency to wear some really, really crazy shoes. Kurt looked down and repressed a shudder. Today she was wearing sparkly blue Doc Martens that nearly blinded him with their luminous ugliness.

"So you gonna ask him out, or what?" Kay asked, leaning against the counter.

"That wouldn't be very professional," Kurt stammered.

Her glossy red lips widened into a big smile. "You didn't say you didn't like him, Hummel."

"I don't," Kurt stammered, his throat suddenly dry. "Not at all. It's almost time to open—I think I'll cut up some pumpkin cheesecake squares to give out as samples."

She chuckled deeply in her throat. "You're adorable. See you tomorrow morning, darling." She patted his cheek fondly, kissed him on the forehead, and was gone as quickly as she'd come . Kurt looked down at his watch and started—it was time to get those pumpkin chocolate chip muffins out of the oven.

He busied himself with preparing samples for the morning's customers and arranging everything prettily in the display cases. He somehow missed Blaine coming back into the shop, and jumped back when he turned around and saw him standing there with his arms full of flowers.

"Oh, Blaine, you scared me," he said nervously, eyes lowering.

Blaine smiled at him, and Kurt loved the way that smile looked framed by flowers. He'd somehow never noticed before, but Blaine's eyes were the color of honey or caramel, like something you'd melt and pour on someone's body before licking it off. Kurt's mouth watered—he wondered what Blaine's skin tasted like, if he'd make that same "mmm" noise from earlier as Kurt lapped at the hollow of his throat while he was buried deep inside of him—

"Kurt?" Blaine asked. The question startled Kurt out of his very inappropriate thoughts.

"S-sorry," he stuttered. "I'm a little distracted—what did you say?"

Blaine's eyes flickered, and he licked at his bottom lip like he knew what Kurt had been thinking and was more than okay with it. "I was just asking," he said huskily, "If you liked the flowers."

"They're beautiful," Kurt replied. His eyes locked onto Blaine's. "Absolutely perfect."

They stared at each other for a few tense moments.

"I'm glad you like them," Blaine said finally. He turned and went to put them in the vases scattered around the bakery.

Kurt exhaled heavily. He really needed to get a hold on his emotions. Or rather, his libido. How long had it been since he'd gotten laid? Clearly too long.

Kurt glanced down at his watch. He loved the bakery, he really did, but this morning had been absolutelybrutal. They were nearly out of everything, the coffee had kept disappearing like magic and the line had been out the door for hours. That meant they made a lot of money today, but it also meant that Kurt's whole body ached. Luckily, the afternoon workers would be here soon and he could go home and pass out for a bit. Just thirty more minutes.

He and Blaine had made quite a wonderful team—they were able to handle the influx of customers with ease and charm, talking and chatting while getting people in and out pretty quickly. Now Kurt really couldn't fire him. Blaine was the perfect employee. Always on time, great with customers, efficient, easy going and really, really attractive.

"It's been a busy morning," Blaine commented, running a hand through his glossy dark curls.

Kurt nodded. "My back and feet are killing me," he complained.

Blaine grinned. "I've been told I give killer massages."

Kurt inhaled sharply. The idea of Blaine's hands on his body, kneading and squeezing was far too arousing. Blaine had the best hands Kurt had ever seen on anyone. He thought about them far too often—gripping his hips while Blaine fucked him hard into the mattress, how tightly they'd grip Kurt's sheets when Kurt did the same to him and it drove him insane.

"I'm sure," Kurt said nervously.

Blaine smiled and Kurt felt like he was drawing him deeper and deeper into some kind of spell.

"The afternoon guys will be here soon, won't they? I'm totally ready to be done for the day," Blaine complained, raising his arms above his head and bending back into a stretch. His shirt rode up a little and Kurt could see the trail of dark hairs that led from his stomach into his pants and had to stop himself from drooling.

Kurt just nodded.

"But you've been here since the early hours of the morning—you must be exhausted. Wanna get some coffee after we're done? I'll buy and everything. You look like you could use a pick me up and there's no way I'm going to be able to wade through Spinoza and Leibniz without some caffeine."

"I have no idea who those guys are, but that doesn't sound too terribly exciting."

Blaine smiled. "They aren't. I have to take a semester of modern philosophy—it's not really my thing."

"You're getting your PhD in philosophy, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm more into the ancient and medieval stuff—I'd much rather think about souls than matter and mind-body dualism, I suppose." Blaine shrugged. "You never said yes to my offer, you know."

Kurt flushed. "S-sure. I'll probably fall asleep on the subway if I don't."

"We can't have that," Blaine murmured. "Wouldn't want someone to take advantage of you, would we?"

Kurt swallowed hard. "No, not at all."

I'd more than okay with it if YOU took advantage of me, though. It wouldn't be taking advantage at all since I want it so fucking much

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