"I erm, well I, ah ...Rosemary!"
This believe it or not was what was meant to be a quick and easy" break the ice" line from Blaine that instead sounded like the crazy ramblings of a delusional old farmer.
"Well I prefer Kurt but Rosemary is good too although we've just met, so I think it's a little soon for pet names don't cha think?" The boy gave a sympathetic smile and a questionable wink and held out his hand.
"Kurt Hummel, Property evaluator and restorer, full time perfectionist and you have no idea how glad I am that I've finally found this place, Honestly, Narnia isn't this inconspicuous!" he had a perky rhythm to his voice and a bashful smile that crinkled his nose in the cutest way.
Blaine dipped his head and smiled back, tapping the tip of his boots on the ground behind him as a nervous reaction to talking to, well, what he could only describe as some kind of angel. Quickly clocking on that a held out hand was usually a queue to shake it, Blaine tugged his out from his jean pockets and threw it into Kurts.
"oh er, B...Blaine Anderson, Lucy's my Auntie shes just inside, I work here, I'm the… oh god I am so sorry!" Blaine then retracted his over enthusiastic hand shake when he remembered just how sweaty and caked in mud they were.
"Gardener I'm guessing? That or the local crazy guy who comes round every Thursday morning to roll in the vegetable patch! ... just kidding"
Blaine let out a rather odd wheeze of a laugh and fumbled around for something for Kurt to wipe his hand on, failing this he showed him sheepishly inside the tea room and ran to fetch some kitchen towels, feeling guilty for, in his opinion, ruining such soft, clean skin, although knowing he was being ridiculous for felling so terrible.
Kurts buffed wooden heels clacked their way across the width of the tea room sending a clean business like echo down the passage way to the Café Kitchen. Lucy had over the years been complimented on her bakery delights so she took it upon herself to open a small café next to the tea room for the few customers she had to enjoy a bacon butty followed by a fresh homemade slice of whatever she felt like baking that day. Lucy must have been cooking at that moment since Kurt was nearly overwhelmed by the mouth-watering, thick wafts of butter, sugar and blueberries tip toeing there way over the large oak beams that held the old mill section of the house together, just.
Blaine scurried in and fumbled around in various draws for some sheets of kitchen paper when he knew perfectly well that spillages were almost always cleared up with whatever came to hand fastest, usually a jumper or a sleeve.
"Hey! Whoa sweetie, let's not snap the spatulas, whats the hurry and what are ya looking for?"
"Something clean, cloth or, or a shirt, no not a shirt that'd be weird maybe a towel or …yes! A towel! Yes, Thankyou!" Blaine padded Lucys shoulders with the tips of his fingers and leaped out of the room just as quickly as he entered it to find a towel.
Lucy stood a little confused and curious into why Blaine was so eager to clean something for the first time in his life when a perfectly quaffed wave of warm brown hair poked round the Kitchen archway, Kurt had a habit of curiosity getting the better of him.
"Oh hello honey! Sorry about the doorbell, god knows when that worked last, I'm just so glad you could have a look at the place, I've been on the list for months!" Lucy bowled her way through Kurts suggested handshake and went straight for the lung crushing hug of death as she did with anyone she met.
A muffled "Always, a, pleasure!" managed to strain its way out of Kurt as he found himself buried in layers of thick woollen jumper s and Lucys rather large bosom. Lucy eventually let her grip loosen and slyly wiped an escaping tear from her eye.
"Don't you worry Lucy, I talked to David and he said we'd make sure to do all we can to give you some options and help you get back on your feet, but I tell ya if you could bake a thousand of those cakes he keeps raving about them you'd be rolling in money! They smell fantastic ."
Blaine had only managed to catch the last few murmurs of the conversation so the words just flew over his head but he was relieved to have found a clean towel and promptly bought it to Kurt like a puppy retrieving a tennis ball.
"Sorry I took so long, I still don't know where everything is hidden in this place"
Blaine glanced over and widened his eyes at Lucy whose hand landed upon her hips in a huff,
"You mean where it is Kept! Where it is supposed to belong. And you can talk, where was it I found your bike keys yesterday B? The fridge!"
Kurt held back what was a devastatingly obvious grin caused by the strapping young man with abs of iron he had just met, being nicknamed "B" and what was even more adorable was the pursing of Blaines lips and clenched teeth that gave the game away over how much he really did not want Kurt knowing this.
A moment of embarrassing silence passed before Kurt rested his clipboard on the kitchen counter and clapped his palms together, "Well can I just say this property is gorgeous, stunning even and I would love to see more…" he hinted tilting his head slightly in Blaines direction.
"Oh yes! Silly me!" Lucy inconveniently intervened "'ere, you follow me my good man and I'll show you the works"
And without the possibility of getting a word in edgeways, Kurt Hummel found himself being whisked away down the hall of an old mill, arm in arm with a seemingly doolally Cook and having his eye caught by of a mysterious, dashing, handsome young gardener.
Blaine stared at the doorway Kurt had been yanked through and gave a quick love struck sigh as if his body had just remembered how to breathe. Even though confused by the arrival of a property evaluator, money being a subject Lucy never found appropriate to talk about, and still recovering from introducing himself to Kurt half naked, Blaine had realised that it was starting to become obvious, he would have to tell Lucy,tell her who he really was he couldn't keep a secret like this from her, not now.