Author's Note: Hello thanks for the reviews, favorites, and alerts, I love you all.
Also I didn't really proofread because today's my aunts bday and she wants us to play monopoly...
Disclaimer. Nope. Still don't own glee.
Kurt POV
"Abby honey, what do you want for lunch?" Kurt asked his daughter, who was coloring with her tongue sticking out.
"PB&J. No crust." She said, nodding as if it was a five star meal.
"Triangles or squares?" Kurt asked, getting out the bread and jelly.
"Triangles. Silly daddy you only eat squared PB&Js on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
"Of course. Okay one triangled PB&J coming up. Do you want to help me making it baby girl?" Kurt asked, pulling out two cups.
Abby jumped up immediately, putting her coloring stuff away and joining her daddy at the counter, where he lifted her up and sat her down carefully. He was helping her spread the peanut butter, creamy, the chunky kind tasted weird with jelly, or so Abby said, when Kurt's cell started ringing. "I'm going to answer this Abby. How about we move the sandwich making to the table?"
Abby nodded and Kurt answered the phone, cradling it between his ear and shoulder as he carried the plates to the table. "Kurt Hummel speaking."
"Uh yes... Kurt Hummel... I'm... I mean... I..." The voice on the other end was male. Kurt could tell that much. But he had no clue who it was.
"Abby honey, I'm going in the living room. I'll be right back." Kurt stood in the center of the living room, so he could keep an eye on his daughter. "Who is speaking?"
"Blaine. Blaine Anderson." The boy's voice sounded calmer now.
"And why may I ask are you calling?"
"I saw your want ad for a babysitter. And I was wondering if I could fill the role. I know males don't normally babysit, but I have a nephew, he's two. And some of my friends have younger siblings. I just moved to New York and I need a-"
"Are you going to keep rambling?"
"No sir. Sorry sir."
Kurt rolled his eyes, he hated being called sir. "How about you meet me at the cafe, in ten minutes? I'll be the one wearing a green tshirt, with an adorable little girl wearing pink."
"Daddy can I get a cookie?" Abby asked as Kurt handed her a smoothie and one of the sandwiches that they wrapped.
"If you eat your food baby girl." Kurt said softly, she nodded, eating the sandwich.
A young man approached, looking out of place and as if he didn't know what to say. Kurt let him fidget for a moment before easing his mind. "Blaine Anderson?" The boy nodded, the florescent lights bouncing off the helmet of gel. "I'm Kurt Hummel. Take a seat. I'll go get you a coffee. On me."
Blaine looked surprised. "Uh-"
"What are you a medium drip type of guy?"
"Normally sir, but they have this good chocolate strawberry thing and-"
Kurt stood walking to the counter and ordering the drink. Blaine watched the girl, who was watching him curiously. Kurt came back with the drink, sitting down comfortably. Kurt watched them both for a minute. "May I interrupt the staring contest?"
Blaine blinked looking at the man that hopefully would become his future employeer. "Sorry I just-"
"I understand. Abby honey how about you go play in the kid section."
The girl jumped up. "Okay daddy."
Kurt stopped her taking a napkin to get some excess jelly off her face before turning to Blaine. "Okay. Now, I'm not quite sure the protocol on finding a babysitter. So I'm just going to do this my way got it?"
"Yes sir."
Kurt glared at the boy. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen sir." Blaine was fidgeting again, why was the beautiful man across from him glaring at him?
"That makes me only eight years your senior. Stop calling me sir. I'm sure I've told you my name is Kurt." Kurt said, his lip twisting in smile. "So... Over the phone you said you have a nephew and friends with siblings?"
"Yes. I mean... I don't see my nephew much. I've seen him maybe twelve times after the first month he was born. But my sister trusted me to watch him for two whole hours all by myself before. And sometimes when I was at a few of my friends houses we watched their siblings. But that doesn't really count I guess since most of them were over the age of seven and we just had to make sure they wouldn't light themselves up or something." Blaine took a quick sip of his drink. "But I've never let any of them get hurt or anything. And they've never... I'm not helping anything am I?"
Kurt shook his head, trying to bite back a smile. It was cute watching the young man flounder around. "Well why do you want to babysit. I mean you could find a job. There are many different things to do. I could even put in a nice word for you to get the open position here at the coffee shop."
"As much as I would love that sir... I... Um I mean Kurt." Blaine corrected at the stern glance. "I love coffee too much. Being around it all day long might turn me away and I don't want that. I love coffee. And one of my roommates are a hoping for this job."
"Why do you want to babysit?"
"I like kids. They're fun. And it seems like the hours you're asking your babysitter to work is perfect." Blaine slipped easily away from his flustered rambling. "I'm going to start college this fall. And your daughter starts school. My college hours are about the same as her school hours so I could watch her after college if you needed. But weekends, breaks, vacations. I'm free to babysit all day long. And its better then working at a department store."
Kurt nodded, good point. But how could he know he could trust this guy to watch his daughter, Coach Sylvester always said never trust a man that wears too much gel. "Can I have your sister's number?"
Blaine blinked, he wasn't expecting that question. "Yes of course. She's a stay at home mom. Watching a two year old takes all her time and-"
"I'm well aware of her time consuming kids can be. The number?" Kurt punched the number into his phone as soon as Blaine rattled. "Do you think she'd be able to answer right now?"
Blaine nodded, his eyes going over to Abby, who was playing quietly with a puzzle. Kurt hovered his finger over the call button, looking at Blaine, "You can go talk to her if you want, while I talk to your sister. What's her name?"
"Alison." Blaine stood, making his way to the little girl. "Hey, what is this a puzzle of?"
"Its wolf. Wolves are my favorite animals. Are you daddy's friend?" Abby asked, in the way only a four year old could.
"No." Blaine shook his head, smiling, he wouldn't mind being Kurt's friend though, or more, with his eyes and legs and mouth and- no. He wasn't going to think about that. He was going to talk to this little girl.
"But he bought you a coffee. Only friends get coffee." Abby argued, her daddy didn't like buying others coffee.
"Well maybe we are friends. Can I help you with your puzzle?"
Kurt watched as Blaine talked to his little girl before hitting call. "Hello?"
"Um yes is this Alison?" Kurt asked, tapping his fingers on the table.
"Yes. Whose asking?"
"I'm Kurt Hummel I had a few questions about your brother?" Kurt pulled a pen out of his bag, pulling his notebook to him.
"I don't know where Cooper is. No I don't have his number. No I wouldn't give it you if I did. No you won't get his autograph from me. Yes I'm going to trace this call so the cops can look out for you. No my brother doesn't want your nudes. Yes I-"
Kurt cleared his throat. "Alison. I'm talking about Blaine."
"Blaine? What did he do?"
Kurt smiled, rambling had to have ran in this family. "He called me. So is he good with kids?"
"Good with kids? Yeah I guess so I trust him more then Cooper. They both act like kids the majority of the time but Blaine knows to be grown up when he's actually around kids. Does that make sense?"
Kurt nodded. "And would it be a good idea to trust him with my daughter nine hours a day five days a week?"
"Oh he wants to be a babysitter? How very eighties of him. Yes. He's trustworthy. If he knows he has your trust he'll do everything he can to please you and keep it. ETHAN! That's not food... I'm sorry my son, he's two and thinks everything is food."
"I know how that is. Well thank you Alison." Kurt said, watching his daughter laughing.
"No probably. If you decide to let him babysit will you tell me?"
"I'll have him do it. Now I'll let you get back to your kid." Kurt hung up and walked to his daughter and Blaine, kissing Abby on the top of her head. "How about we go to the groceries baby girl?"
"But daddy I'm talking to your friend!"
Kurt gave her a stern look and she quickly controled the pout. Kurt's eyes found Blaine's beautiful ones. "Would you mind accompanying us. So I can get to know you more?"
"Not at all." Blaine looked at the girl. "Is that okay Abby? Am I allowed to go to the groceries with you and your daddy?"
She nodded. "You can come with us. But you have to give me a piggy back."
"Abby, I don't think he wants to do that." Kurt said softly.
Blaine shrugged, "I don't mind if you don't si- Kurt."
Kurt just gave him a nod and Blaine bent over, letting Abby jump on his back. Kurt shook his head as Blaine started walking down the street in hops, making Abby giggle. Maybe this hazeled eye man would be a good babysitter. Just maybe.
Author's Note: So Blaine and Kurt met. And Blaine was thinking about Kurt ;)
And now I'll respond to reviews, in my other two glee fics I do so at the top of the chapter, but in this fic, I'm thinking responding at the bottom.
mandifa1315 Oh honey thank you. Did you enjoy this one as well? And you're the amazing one.
eb012203 thanks dear.
Kay That will be mentioned in the future the whole story will be told by Kurt... Just know that she's an original character, she probably won't appear in the story though.
GleekyPatronusWolfyStarkid That's a mouthful dear. Thank you.
mylisa777 Well... Its a good thing that restraining order is null and void in this fic because they have only just met. Between you and mandifa1315 my ego is getting very inflated thank you for giving this one a chance.
moonstonemist28984 Well he's the next chapter, did you enjoy it?
Oh Blaine is 18, as you can tell. Kurt is 26. And little Abby is 4.
Until next time. Now I have to go win a monopoly game :)