Sorry I got over zealous and submitted the last chapter without proof reading it… I just get so excited ya know! Anyways … here ya go chapter two.

Tulip Shaped Romance

"It's Soho…" Kurt replied to the short brown spotted man. "Snobs live in Tribeca, or Carnegie Hill." He let his hands run over the tile samples for the main auditorium. The Dalmatian didn't know how to dress but he sure knew how to draw a building. The detail was amazing, down to the ornate wood cravings in the doors and armrest of the chairs. Kurt let his eyes scan over the sketches, he was in disbelief of the grandeur and beauty a man who couldn't even pick out a decent shirt could produce. Kurt picked up the sketch of the stage. It was wood flooring tricky for performances. "The floor?" He asked as he noticed the color of the curtains. His eyes scanned the samples of fabric.

Blaine watched as the Diva pawed at his creations. He felt the bile begin to rise. "The floor will be sprung with interchangeable surfaces to accommodate different types of performances. My associate Mr. Karofsky has developed a mechanical system that cuts changing of the floors time in half. "

Kurt darted his eyes up to Dalmatian and then around the room. "Mr. Karofsky? " He asked forgetting the name. He then noticed Dave give him a small shy wave. "Ahh… Plaid man…." He smiled and nodded to him. "Well aren't you a clever thing…" He winked which caused Dave to blush slightly.

"Plaid man?" Blaine looked around slightly confused.

"Calm down Dalmatian." Kurt shoved the sketch into his hand with the fabric sampling he'd chosen for the curtains. "We will start one room at a time. The auditorium needs work. Here is the color for the curtains; I'll let you choose carpets, wood and tile around that. The lights at the base of the stage are circa early 1900's?"

Blaine stood there dumbfounded as this man just walked in and told him his baby needed work. "Who are you?" He asked aghast.

Kurt shook his head. "Mr. Anderson this is going to be a very long project if you cannot even remember names. Please focus so we can get this done quickly and efficiently. Now, I am Kurt Hummel, and the lights at the base of the stage you drew were inspired by stage lighting from the early 1900's right?" Kurt looked at him impatiently.

Blaine just stared at him. He felt his anger boil over into rage. His jaw began to twitch again and he began mentally counting. Once he reached ten he just nodded in two sharp movements.

"Ok..." Kurt huffed. "I like the idea of bringing back details like that to make it seem like an actual antique of a theater. Maybe you could come up with a few more ideas like that Mr. Anderson?" Kurt looked at expectantly.

Again, two sharp movements to form a nod.

"Good, I'll return tomorrow at 8 am to see your progress. That is all." Kurt waved his hand to dismiss Blaine as if he were a servant.

Blaine had, had it! He was shaking now, something this Hoity toity, know it all would see if even bothered to look at Blaine for more than a second. "Listen you!" He started but Dave quickly cut in.

" Can hear the chimes of Saint Andrews Church…. beautiful. Well if that is all Mr. Hummel please allow me to escort you out and call you a car." Dave gestured towards the hallway.

"Yes how very kind of you Plaid man. Rachel lets go and get you some tea dear." Kurt placed a hand on Rachel's back and swept out of the room as grandly as he swept in.

Blaine was left there by himself in rage and wonder. He slammed the sketch down on the table and began counting. "1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10." No, nothing, maybe one hundred.

Three missed calls, and 5 texts messages. He was avoiding Chandler. He knew it wasn't right but he just needed time. Chandler was sweet and kind and Kurt knew Chandler would make him content. However, there was no passion. Sex seemed like a chore to be completed 3 times a week. Sundays in bed were annoying and dragged out. Even watching movies was something he just couldn't get over with quickly enough. Chandler was a good man, but he was the right man? Kurt had thought love would be different. All those musicals, movies, songs, and books spelled out magic, tension, longing and passion. He had predictability, stability, and comfortable. He sighed as he watched Columbus whirl by. 7am and those two where already going at it.

"Stop looking at me." Sebastian groaned like a ten year old.

"Hey… "Dave goaded "Are you a broom?" He asked innocently

Sebastian scoffed. "Really? Are we in Highschool?"

Dave went on unabashed. "Cause you swept me off my feet…" He winked for effect.

"For goodness sake, I don't date plaid… I date Armani." Sebastian huffed and crossed his legs.

"Armani…. So you prefer the Black Label I bet?" Kurt, who been listening smiled lightly at Dave's sudden burst of knowledge

"Well actually…" Sebastian paused taken aback. "How does someone who wears plaid know about Armani?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Dave then produced a white tulip and held it out to Sebastian. "Here…" His voice was warm and if Kurt had it right, sultry. He had to inhale deeply to keep from ruining Dave's well planned moment.

Sebastian just looked at the flower with mild interest. "It's…a… tulip."

Dave then maneuvered the flower to show Sebastian the inside of the bud. Kurt heard Sebastian inhale in shock. He flicked his eyes over and saw the inside of the tulips was a bluish green strikingly similar to that of Sebastian's eyes. Well played plaid man…. Well played….. Kurt laughed to himself.

"You see Sebastian; you should never dismiss something plain on the outside because it might just have something magnificent on the inside." Dave handed the flower to Sebastian who was now eager to receive it.

Sebastian looked it over with awe and giggled. "But why a tulip?" He asked as he gingerly touched the inside of the flower.

Dave smiled and took his hand. 'Because tulips mean a perfect eternal love…."

Kurt was dying to laugh but he held it in. It was corny and cheesy, but yet at the same time it was wonderful and exciting. Sebastian had met his match, someone who wouldn't take no for an answer. Plaid man was slick; Kurt had to give him that.

The rest of the ride was spent with Dave and Sebastian talking quietly. A few light giggles here, and few blushes there. That was what love looked like in the beginning. Kurt thought as he watched the two from the corner of his eye. With Chandler it has always been practical. Kurt was a fashion designer, Chandler was garment distributor. Kurt liked Black, Chandler liked white. Kurt liked Ingrid Bergman, Chandler liked Humphrey Bogart. A practical relationship if he ever saw one. He sighed, and looked out the window again. He wanted to blush, and giggle; he wanted romance in the shape of a tulip.

Blaine stretched as he looked down at his sketch. He had changed the colors of everything to match that damn fabric sample. He even went as far as to replace everything in his model, so the Diva could have something to look at. He groaned 7am. That snob would be here in an hour. He looked over his clothing. Grey sweatpants and a white v-neck, not exactly the height of fashion. He stood and went over to the mirror. He looked at himself; he needed a shave and perhaps 20 cups of coffee. Dave had taken care of Aiden last night and driven him to Santana's at 6:30 in the morning, so she could take him to school with Maya. He'd make it up to Aiden, maybe the park and ice cream this weekend. He inhaled sharply and yawned; he needed to get ready but maybe just 15 minutes of sleep. He had worked all night; didn't he at least deserve that?

Kurt stepped out of the car first, eager to leave the lovebirds and continue with his work. He needed to finish so he could go back to New York and sentence himself to a predictable life. He blew through the doors and down the hall. It was early so many of the employees where still coming in and getting settled. He adjusted his vest and collar. "Time to work…" He told himself out of tradition. He strode into Dalmatian's office ready to demand results, but the sight actually made him stop. There on the desk was a sleeping Mr. Anderson. Kurt took in his surroundings: papers askew, a suit hanging in the corner, a shaver in his hand and a very complete and detailed model on the table by the window. He must have worked all night. Kurt took in the sight of the mini-auditorium complete with its new color scheme. It was breathtaking. Blaine had even done tiny ornate details on the models doors, chairs and on the partition for the orchestra pit. The base stage lights were present as well. He'd even added vintage lamps to the walls, and a chandelier that looked like Napoleon would have murdered for it to give to Josephine. Just then Sebastian spoke.

"Kurt do you want coffee?" He asked in a peppy tone.

The spell was broken and now the Dalmatian was up. Blaine groaned as he rubbed his neck. He looked around and shot up from his desk.

"Hello Abercrombie…. "Sebastian whistled.

Blaine looked at him with mortification. "Sorry I just wanted to get 15 mins…" He started picking up papers and arranging them on his desk.

Kurt watched him with mild interest. His hair wasn't glued to his head but loose and ever so curly. It looks soft Kurt thought, and then there was a longing sensation in his hand to touch it to make sure. Stubble graced his chin giving him that flawless rugged look so many models tried for with pain and work. He was lean and Kurt had fitted enough models to know that this man was solid and formed. This was not your ordinary architect. He looked around the room for a few more details to give him an idea of just who this Blaine Anderson was. He spotted several tiffanies' silver picture frames on a credenza in the corner. Kurt moved through the room like he was assessing various sketches. He finally made his way to the picture frames, while Blaine had moved on to organizing samples and Sebastian continued to leer.

The frames contained pictures of Blaine with a small boy, a boy with the same loose curls. His son… Kurt concluded. He scanned the pictures to look for a wife, but she was not to be found.

"My Son… Aiden…" A voice thick with morning called out.

Kurt spun around and caught Sebastian giving him the 'your busted look'.

"I see, he looks well made, you and your wife are no doubt proud." Well made? What the hell is wrong with you Kurt.

"uh… yeah… well I am proud of him yes…."Blaine stuttered still trying to determine if 'well made' was a compliment.

Kurt moved away from the scene of the crime. "Your wife isn't?

"No…" Blaine stifled a laugh

Kurt pondered as to what was so funny.

"I don't have a wife; I had a partner but…." Blaine looked far away for a moment. "He didn't want kids…"

"Interesting…" Kurt could have slapped himself. "I mean I am sorry. Your son is beautiful though."

Blaine smiled for the first time in front of Kurt. "Thanks, he's everything to me."

Kurt stood there for a moment transfixed by Blaine's smile. He felt something tighten in his chest and his stomach begin to move.

"Uhmmmm" Sebastian cleared his throat breaking the spell. "Coffee?"

Kurt could have killed him or hugged him. He settled on yelling at him over something trivial later. "Yes, you know what I want. Blaine?"

Blaine looked confused for a moment, and then he jolted awake. "Yes Medium drip please… wait make it a large…." He sighed.

Sebastian smiled mischievously and began backing out of the office. "Ok be right back, don't into any trouble now." He laughed and walked out to the car.

Kurt rolled his eyes, the last thing he needed was Sebastian's so-called cryptic messages.

Two chapters in one night whooo…. Thanks for reading