Hello! Big thank you to my Beta, Chris! Thanks to him, I can post a new chapter today. :) I personally think he should be called Alpha, and not Beta. Calling him Beta feels like underestimating his skills. ;)

Hope you enjoy!

Warning: swearing, and a tiny bit of violence.

Chapter 3

Putting the idea of getting a job at Parkside Grill and Bar into Jeff's head was probably not a good idea. Up until the time that Jeff started working with him, Blaine was fine. Blaine was fine about his feelings for Kurt. He was fine just having coffee with Kurt in the mornings and he was fine just having a simple, harmless crush on his boss. But ever since Jeff started working at the restaurant, he would tease Blaine whenever he saw him with Kurt. That gave Blaine the chance to think more about Kurt every day.

When Blaine saw Kurt talking to other colleagues, he would wonder what he was talking about with them. When he saw him laughing, he would feel a bit of jealousy because he was not the one making him laugh. And when he saw him with Frank, he would think, was he happy with him?

What Nick said after Kurt left the Italian restaurant the other day kept lingering in his mind.

"But he didn't look happy."

Was it true? Was Kurt not happy with Frank? Yes, Frank was an awful person, but Blaine never thought of Kurt and Frank not being happy together. Why would Kurt stay with him if he was not happy, right? Besides, Kurt had never showed any attitudes that made him doubt his relationship with Frank. But, then again, why would he do that, though? Blaine was just an employee to him after all.

… … …

A few weeks passed and it was February. Nothing had changed around Blaine, except for his feelings towards Kurt. They had gotten worse. He had a few dreams about him a couple of nights.

At first, they were only of Kurt being in his dreams and nothing else. Nothing happened. Just his person. Him being there. But then the dreams changed. Both guys slowly started talking, just like the real world, but they were more intimate and deep. It was as if they were together. They would call each other as a term of endearment and hold hands across the table. They would smile, lovingly one another, as if they were in love. When Blaine woke up from those dreams, he would feel guilty for having such dreams.

Talking to Kurt at work made him realize that the conversation would not go anywhere close to like they did in his dreams. It would be a dream come true. To be close with Kurt and have deep conversations about love, just like they did in his dreams.

But last night, those dreams turned into something more. Something inappropriate. Very inappropriate. In that dream, their lips met. There arms and bodies pressed against each other. It was not a sweet, innocent kiss where lips touched. Their kiss was deep, hungry, desperate and very hot. Their mouths furiously moved with one another. Tongues tasting and twirling inside each other's mouths.

Blaine pinned Kurt to the wall and continued kissing him. Neither of them wanting this to end. Their breaths were hot, lips swollen from the kiss. Kurt moved his hand south of Blaine's body, finding his belt He took it off and undid the button and zipper. Kurt slid his hand inside the jeans and started rubbing Blaine over the fabric. Blaine thrust up into Kurt's palm, moaning, loving the way Kurt's hand moved over his hard dick.

Blaine opened his eyes and woke up.

He stared at the ceiling in complete silence, remembering everything that happened in the dream. At first, he couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. It felt so real. But he knew it was a dream. He was in his bed, alone. He realized he had a hard on in his groin. It was too hard to ignore and he had to do something about it. He hesitated for a second, but he kicked the blanket off, moving his shirt up to expose his stomach and lowered his sweat pants and underwear. It was his first time to jerk off with the image of Kurt. Kurt had not been a sexual object for him until this time. But Blaine couldn't help it. He touched himself and started stroking his dick, imagining his hand was Kurt's. He imagined Kurt was touching him, smiling against his lips. His hand sped up and he mumbled Kurt's name under his breath. His hips jerked up into his fist a few more times and he spilled all over his stomach and hand.

As he rode off the orgasm, he slowly opened his eyes. He felt as if someone was going to judge him for what he had just done. He stared up for a while, feeling the guilt takeover his pleasure. How could he possibly see Kurt's face after this?

… … …

Kurt looked at his watch for the umpteenth time this morning. It was almost 9:30 and Blaine hadn't come to the restaurant at the time he usually did. It was strange that Kurt hadn't received any text from him. Blaine always texted him when he couldn't make their morning meetings. But not today.

As other employees started coming in, Kurt sighed and gathered everything on the table, his empty coffee cup and the still full and now cold coffee that was meant for Blaine. He was hoping nothing bad happened to him, like an accident or something. He hoped Blaine was okay. Suddenly the vibration of his phone snapped his mind away from those thoughts.

He checked the phone, hoping it was Blaine. But it wasn't. It was a text from Frank.

Blaine called in sick.

Kurt raised his eyebrow at the message. That was weird. Blaine always called or texted him when he had to miss work. For any reason, Blaine checked in with him. However today Blaine did not contact him. He started to think about what he might have done or might have said to upset Blaine. But nothing came to mind. He hoped that was not the case though.

When Kurt went out to the hall to go to his office, he saw Jeff opening the back door and walking inside.

"Morning, Jeff," Kurt walked towards him.

"Yo, Kurt," Jeff replied, taking the earbuds off his ears and turning off the music on his phone.

"Is Blaine okay?" Kurt asked him before he knew what he was saying.

"What do you mean? Isn't he here already?" Jeff looked puzzled at Kurt's question.

"Apparently, he called in sick," Kurt answered with a shrug, realizing Jeff didn't even know Blaine wouldn't come in today.

"He did?"

"Yeah, he called Frank earlier."

"He called Frank? Not you?" Jeff looked more confused. "Well, I didn't know that. So what, is he still home? I didn't see him today so I just figured he went to work early as usual."

"Uh… I don't know where he is."

"I'll call him now," Jeff insisted.

"Actually I can…" Jeff didn't let Kurt finish his sentence. He got his phone out and started calling Blaine.. "…Never mind," Kurt finished.

They waited while the phone continued ringing. A few seconds later, Blaine answered the phone.

"Hey, B. Where are you, man? What's wrong? I thought you were already at work." Jeff walked around in circles while listening to Blaine talk. "Uh-huh. Oh, really?" Kurt could not hear anything Blaine was saying but it sounded like he was safe and was in no accident. That was good and it relived him quickly. "Okeydokey. Take care. See you when I get back. Or you can call or text Kurt. He's really worried about you." Kurt's eyes went wide at Jeff's words. Jeff ended the call and put his phone back in his jean pocket. "He said he had this bad stomach bug or something, and he couldn't come in today."

"Okay, thanks, Jeff," Kurt said, knowing he was a little flushed by what Jeff said to Blaine. It was true. Kurt was worried about him. But hearing it from someone else made him realize that he was worried maybe a little too much.

"You're welcome, Kurt," Jeff smirked at him and left to the changing room.

So Blaine wouldn't come to work today.

It was not the first time that Blaine missed work, but Kurt didn't know why Blaine's absence disappointed him this much this time.

Kurt typed a quick message to Blaine and looked at what he had just written. His thumb hovered over the "send" button for a while, but he finally pressed it.

Hope you feel better soon.

It was a simple text. But immediately Kurt regretted it. Jeff told Blaine to call or text him, and yet, he texted him first. Shouldn't he have waited to hear from him? What would Blaine think about it? What was hethinking?

As Kurt made his way to his office, his phone vibrated and received a text.

Thanks. I'm sorry I couldn't make it this morning. I'll see you tomorrow morning for sure.

It was not long, but it still put a smile on Kurt's lips. He could not wait to see him tomorrow morning.

… … …

The next morning came. Blaine couldn't use the sick day excuse just because he felt awkward to see Kurt after he masturbated to him. He decided to try not doing that again. And today, he was going to act normal, and it would work. He'll be fine.

Blaine stood in front of the back door to the restaurant building. He was thinking what would he say when he saw Kurt. Should he say sorry again for yesterday? Or should he say something completely different? Or…

"Are you going inside or are you just gonna stand there all day?"

Blaine turned around and saw Kurt behind him, smiling.

"Hey… Good morning," Blaine mumbled with a smile. "I was going to go inside." He kept his eyes on Kurt's face and realized he missed his smile. It was ridiculous. Blaine didn't see him for one day and he missed his smile? This was not good.

"Good morning to you too," Kurt greeted him. "Actually, it doesn't matter if you wanted to go inside or not. I was late today and I haven't unlocked the door. Sorry." Kurt pulled out a key from his pants pocket, unlocked and opened the door for them.

"I didn't even know it was still locked. I just got here," Blaine said sheepishly, entering the building and following behind Kurt.

"You can sit down. I'll make some coffee now." Kurt put his coat and satchel on a seat at the booth where they always sat. He disappeared into the kitchen to make the coffee drinks and in less than ten minutes, he came back with two cups in his hands.

"So, you're here. Are you feeling better today?" Kurt asked Blaine, sitting down in the seat, across from him.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. It must've been something I ate the night before. Sorry again about yesterday. I should've…" Blaine started to apologize nervously, feeling bad about lying to him.

"It's okay. Glad it was not serious and you feel better now," Kurt reassured him, passing Blaine his coffee drink.

"Thanks. How was it here yesterday? Jeff said it was quiet. Was it?" Blaine tried to change the subject.

"Yeah it was. Probably because of the weather since it was cold and snowy. People probably didn't want to go out. Also, they must've known you weren't working. They know the best chef at this restaurant," Kurt smirked at Blaine, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, probably that was it." Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes and smiled. "But I missed this."

"Me too," Kurt smiled back. He really did miss this.

After the usual banter they exchanged, Blaine didn't feel any sort of awkwardness of talking with Kurt anymore. Talking with Kurt was the most comforting thing to do for him. He was glad that what he did yesterday morning didn't affect anything anymore. Now he could be normal again with Kurt.

But suddenly, and subconsciously, his eyes fixed on Kurt's lips. Those thin, pink lips that were on his in his dream yesterday. And the graphic memory of how soft and delicious they felt came back to his mind. No, this was not something he planned to do. Not again. Blaine quickly dropped his eyes to his coffee cup.

"Blaine? Are you okay?" Kurt noticed Blaine's sudden change of attitude. Blaine heard Kurt's curious voice and looked up, avoiding his lips with effort.

"Yeah, sorry. I… I just remembered that I had to clean lots of fish this morning. I better start now," Blaine stood up, planting a forced smile on his face, hoping Kurt didn't notice it. It wasn't a lie. He had lots of work to do this morning. He knew there was a big party coming in this afternoon. But it wasn't urgent and he could start when everyone got there. He just couldn't look at Kurt's face now. He wasn't sure if he could not stare at his lips again. Apparently, he needed more time to act normal in front of Kurt.

"Okay…? Have fun," Kurt said, not convinced, but smiling at him anyway.

"Yeah, thanks." When Blaine walked towards the kitchen, he saw one of his colleagues, Peter standing at the door, looking over them. He was a chef like Blaine, but Peter was the only one in the entire restaurant that Blaine couldn't get along with. Peter always tried to earn points from Frank because he wanted a promotion. But for some reason, Frank favored Blaine and Peter didn't like it. Blaine wasn't interested in a promotion. He was satisfied where he was now. He could pay the rent, food, and even after that, there were some left over to save up. But Peter didn't know that and he saw him as a rival. He was so competitive, and that made Blaine tired.

"Awww, are you having a little crush on Boss's husband, Blaine?" Peter asked in the most annoying way Blaine had ever heard him speak. Blaine ignored him and walked right beside him to the hallway to the changing room.

"It's not like that," Blaine answered bluntly, not even looking at Peter.

"Oh, sorry. Of course it isn't. Because he is married. There's nothing you can do about it," Peter said elaborately. "But I admit that Kurt is hot. Have you seen his and Frank's sex before?"

"No," Blaine answered as he and Peter entered the empty changing room. Blaine opened his locker to put his jacket in, trying not to show any expressions about the obnoxious subject that Peter was bringing up.

"Well, they sometimes do it in Frank's office. I've seen it before by accident, and man, I gotta tell you, I'm straight, but Kurt… The noises he makes. He moaned like a fucking whore. And that creamy slender body, that was arousing."

"Stop." Blaine couldn't believe what Peter was saying. He would not let him speak about Kurt like this anymore. He turned around to face Peter, glaring at him, and felt as if his blood was boiling, rushing towards his head. But Peter continued, not noticing or ignoring Blaine's words.

"You've seen his ass, right? It's so fuckable. If I have a chance, I don't mind fucking that little ass…"

"I said, STOP!" Blaine pushed Peter back with one hand, catching him off guard.

"Don't fucking push me." Peter regained his balance and pushed Blaine, hard with both hands. With a loud thud, Blaine clashed against the locker, whacking his left arm, and tumbling on the floor.

"What's going on here!?" Kurt burst into the room.

Neither Peter nor Blaine paid much attention to him. Blaine stood up from the floor and used his right hand to grab Peter by his collar.

"Blaine! Stop!" Kurt shouted at Blaine.

Blaine roughly let Peter go and remained glaring at him. They heard other employees start to arrive to the restaurant.

"Blaine. My office. Now." Kurt made his way out of the room and Blaine followed him, eyes never leaving Peter until he was out in the hallway.

The two guys walked to Kurt's office which was towards the back of the restaurant. When they arrived, Kurt opened and held the door to let Blaine in. He closed the door once they were inside.

"Sit down." Kurt ordered and Blaine obeyed quietly by sitting down on the couch in front of his desk. Kurt took out a first-aid kit from the cabinet and sat down next to him.

"I'm fine," Blaine mumbled, refusing to look at Kurt.

"You hurt your arm," Kurt said softly, pointing at the blood stain appearing on Blaine's shirt on the left arm. "Show me."

Blaine didn't move for a second, but sighed and removed his grey Henley shirt, carefully not moving his injured arm.

Kurt inhaled sharply at the sight. He didn't expect to see Blaine's body like this. Blaine was not bull but his body was toned. He had hair on his chest that made him look sexy. . Wait…, he didn't just think Blaine's chest hair was sexy, did he? And oh God, his arms. His arms were particularly strong and he could see muscles everywhere. It was probably because he was a chef and he always handled heavy cooking equipment. Kurt couldn't help but stare at his bare torso.

But suddenly, the inch-deep cut bleeding on Blaine's arm darted into his vision and he snapped back into reality. Kurt cleared his throat, and focused his eyes on the injury.

"Um… How did you do that?" Kurt quickly dug into the first-aid kit for things he needed to treat it.

"I think I hit the latch of my locker. It was open." Blaine swallowed hard when Kurt touched his arm to clean the blood. It stung a little when he sterilized the cut but he didn't care.

"What are you? 5 years old? I can't believe you and Peter actually fought. What happened?" Kurt carefully put some Neosporin on the cut.

"He insulted you," Blaine blurted out.

"You got into a fight… because of me?" Kurt was astonished by Blaine's words but he continued aiding to his injured arm. "He is an ass, you know that, right? I don't care what he says."

"But I do."

Kurt's heart swelled when his eyes caught Blaine's beautiful golden eyes piercing his. He froze, holding his arm when their eyes locked for a moment. They stared into each other gaze and it felt like time had stood still. Kurt broke the stare and went back to healing the cut. "Blaine… Please don't go and pick fights again."

"I won't, unless Peter continues being a jerk to you," Blaine said, shrugging.

"There. All done," Kurt announced after finishing patching up the cut with a Band-Aid.

"Thanks," Blaine quickly put his shirt back on and stood up.

"You're welcome, Blaine," Kurt stood up as well and put the first-aid kit back on the shelf. Blaine smiled at him and left the room.

Kurt stared at door and sat back on the couch, releasing a deep sigh and feeling tired already. But the day had just started. It looked like it was going to be a long day.

… … …

After the long, dreadful day and finally going home, it was time for bed.

When Kurt crawled under the blankets that night, he finally felt relaxed for the first time that day. Closing his eyes, he recalled the event that happened in the morning. Blaine fought with Peter over something to do with him. He didn't know what Peter actually said and he didn't want to know, but he had never seen Blaine so angry before. Peter might have deserved a fist or two. The question was though, even if what Peter said was malicious, could it be enough to make Blaine rage like that? Kurt always knew Blaine had a crush on him. He knew he liked him. But maybe, did he like him more than he thought? Was that why Blaine lost his control? Kurt didn't know. But he couldn't help but feel happy that Blaine cared that much about him, enough get into a fight.

Kurt stared at the empty space next to him on the bed. He had to be real. Blaine was taking up his mind often lately. Because the space in his mind, which was supposed to be for his husband, was shrinking at a rapid pace. It was obvious Frank didn't care much about him, so why should he? But Blaine. He cared about him, and Blaine was always so sweet to him. He made him laugh, made him smile, made him forget all about his worsened relationship with Frank, which Kurt probably should have tried harder to solve. But Kurt really liked Blaine. He liked Blaine's bright smile and beautiful, warm honey colored eyes. When Blaine smiled at him, he felt as if he could disappear into them. What he also adored was Blaine's dark curly hair. He often imagined himself running his fingers through it.

Was this out of line? Was it wrong to think this way? Even if his marriage was not in tiptop shape, was it wrong for him to think of someone else like this? Was it wrong that he thought he wanted to touch him? Well, maybe it was. Because he was married.

Kurt was too tired to think of anything. As he turned over to face the wall, he heard the front door open. Frank was home. Frank must have gone somewhere after work, because it was one in the morning. Kurt decided to pretend he was sleeping. He put his thoughts about Blaine aside and didn't want to deal with Frank either. Frank came straight to the bedroom and took off his clothes to nothing but his underwear, and got into bed.

Then Kurt smelled something. He smelled cologne, which didn't belong to Kurt nor Frank. It was the second time he smelled this same cologne from Frank. Now Kurt was convinced.

Frank was having an affair.

A/N: What did you think? Review please? ;D