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Chapter 2

"Quinn..." Kurt said happily, as he strutted into her living room with a lovestruck expression planted on his face. He flopped on her couch and sighed dreamily.

"Kurt...?" She said slowly, sounding like her nose has cleared up, and in fact, not red anymore. She didn't look feverish either. "How did it go?"

He took out the pad of questions and answers from his brown satchel, and hand handed them over. "Very well."

"Mmmhm. And how is Mr. Anderson?" She asked, as she read over the answers Kurt had jotted down.

"V-Very well. M-Mr. Anderson can be...quite...intimidating." He murmured as he fidgeted with his hands, just for something to do.

She merely nodded. "Ok."

Kurt shook his head, out of his daze, and stood to ask her, "Do you want me to make you a sandwich? Are you hungry?"

She shook her head no as she stayed silent, reading her papers for Yale. "No thanks, Kurt."

"How are you feeling?" He asked in concern as he made his way to her kitchen.

"Much, much better, thank you." She smiled.

"Good!" He replied back with a geniune smile, as he slathered some tuna with a butter knife on a couple pieces of wheat bread.

She got up, making her way over to him.

He smiled, and hummed contenly to himself, as he made the sandwich. He thought back to the mysterious and handsome man.

"Soooo...he is gay, Kurt?" Quinn smirked playfully as she stood in front of him.

Kurt stopped and slowly looked up. He gulped. "Yes, Quinn, he's gay."

"I KNEW it! Santana owes me! Haha!" Quinn squealed, jumping up and down on her feet like a five year old. She ran to grab her cell, and started dialing, most likely Santana.

"Wait. Hold up. What?" Kurt asked hesitantly, placing both hands firmly on the counter.

Quinn waved her hand. "Oh nothing, Kurt. We made a bet because she has a crush on him...and I was right! YES!"

A sudden feeling of envy came over Kurt. He didn't want anyone to like Mr. Anderson in that way, expect for Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. He bit his lip, and narrowed his eyes as he thought back to yesterday's events. Kurt absolutely loved Mr. A's dark, thick and most definately gorgeous curls. I feel...like I can bow to his every whim...Kurt shook hi head violently. Where the HELL did THAT come from?!

"...No! I told you! Gay, gay, ditty gay gay, San! Pay up!" Quinn laughed playfully on the phone.

Kurt held in a snort as he could totally imagine the latina scowling in defeat, as she handed over a $5 bill to the blonde cheerleader.

Quinn came bouncing over to Kurt, phone still cradled between her shoulder and ear, and snatched Kurt's perfectly made tuna sandwich. "Thanks, Kurt! I appreciate it!" She said cheerfully as she took a bite.

xxxK&Bxxx

Kurt slowly walked into the expensive resturant Mr. Anderson specifically asked him to meet him at. He nervously wiped his hands on his blue skinnies, and glanced around, looking for a table. Spotting Mr. A right away, his heart leaped in his chest, and he made his way over. "M-Mr. Anderson, hello." Kurt breathed as he watched the millionaire type something frantically into his phone. Probably another appointment.

The handsome man looked up from readjusting his tie, his hazel eyes immediately raking over Kurt's lithe body, and nodded. "Kurt. I approve."

Kurt raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Excuse me? A-Approve?" He gracefully sat down.

"Your outfit." He simply stated, as if he was talking about the weather.

Kurt swallowed and stared at Mr. A's expensive Armani suit.

"Let's order, Kurt." He stated firmly, picking up a menu, and in the process handing one to Kurt.

Kurt took the menu, his cyan eyes never leaving Mr. Handsome's. "Y-Yes, sir." Kurt whispered. What the?! Where did THAT come from?!

Blaine felt his pants tighten when he heard Kurt breathe out sir, and all he could think about was looking down to see Kurt Hummel, willingly on his pale knees, eagerly sucking and lapping at Blaine's hard cock...He cleared his throat as the waitress came over. "Just a hot tea. No lemon."

Kurt looked up. "Uhm...c-can I get a cappuccino?"

Mr. Anderson raised a triangular eyebrow and waved his hand at the waitress. He nodded and she left. "Tell me about you, Kurt."

"W-What do you want to k-know?" Kurt muttered, turning red.

Your deepest desires...how you like it. Hard and rough? Slow and sensual? "Family."

"Family?" Kurt asked again, unsure.

"Yes, Kurt. Family."

"Uhm, ok, well m-my mom passed away when I was 8. I live with my dad...I-" Kurt started.

"Brothers? Sisters?" Mr. A interrupted.

Kurt nodded his head yes, and bit his lip.

"Stop that, Kurt." Mr. A said lowly, as his dark lustful eyes immediately noticed Kurt biting his lip.

"S-Sir?" Kurt asked innocently.

Blaine cleared his throat, crossed his legs to avoid his now painful erection, and nodded for Kurt to continue.

The waitress came back, gently setting the drinks on the table, and Kurt proceeded. "I have a stepbrother named Finn...he's actually a big, giant oaf. Lovable...goon, sometimes a little oblivious..." He smiled as his eyes watched the brown hot liquid from his white cup.

"Mmmhm. Ok. Kurt."

"Mmm?" Kurt smiled, meeting the man's eyes.

"What do you think of me?" He asked bluntly, placing his hands on the table.

"Uhm...I-I...don't r-really know you..." Kurt whispered.

"Don't lie, Kurt."

"I-I find you a little intimidating..." Kurt said sheepishly.

He nodded. "Everyone does." He looked around the resturant.

"Why?"

"Let's not talk about me, Kurt. We're talking about you right now." He said in a stern voice.

Kurt gulped and nodded a little too quickly.

"High school you go to?"

"M-McKinley. Why...?" Kurt asked warily.

"Clubs you're in?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. Jesus, if I knew I was gonna be interrogated...

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Kurt."

Kurt let out a small squeak, but enjoyed the demanding and sexy as fuck tone. "I-I'm in the g-glee club...I'm trying out for the presidents c-club...uhm,..." Kurt trailed off with a mumble.

"You sing?" He asked interested, looking up from his phone.

"Y-Yeah...uhm, it's amazing. I love t-to sing. It kinda reminds me of m-my mom, to be honest..." Kurt grinned.

"That's great, Kurt." The wealthy man said, now in a softer tone, and wow, ok what was that about? Kurt wondered.

They held each other's gaze momentarily, and then he said, "We need to go. I need to get back to work." But I can't get enough of you, Kurt Hummel...

Damn it. That sucks, I wanted to spend more time with you, Mr. Anderson. "Great. Wonderful." Kurt muttered sarcastically, and under his breath. He gathered his things, but didn't notice the raised eyebrow coming from Mr. A.

They walked out, Mr. Anderson taking lead as he rushed back to work. "Kurt."

"Yes?" Kurt replied, speeding up to the shorter man, totally not ogling his round perky ass in those Armani suit trousers.

"What's wrong. And don't lie to me." He stopped, turning around to hold Kurt's confused gaze.

"Uhm? I'm s-sorry?" Kurt responded, befuddled. He bit his lip.

"Kurt..." Mr. Anderson growled, his eyes trailing to those pink and plump lips he oh so desperately wanted to kiss and suck and bite on.

Kurt sighed. "Look, I just didn't want this to end, that's all. If you must know." Kurt said in a bitchy tone.

Mr. Anderson swallowed and said quietly, "W-We can't see each other anymore. I'm sorry, Kurt."

"Say what now?" Kurt deadpanned. "Ok. Fine. Have an amazing day, Mr. Anderson." Kurt playfully saluted as he started to walk across the crosswalk, but only to be almost bombarded with a nearby bicyclist.

"Kurt!"

The next thing Kurt knew, he was flushed, pressed oh so close to Mr. Anderson's chest, and his intense stare boring into Kurt's terrified eyes. "T-Thanks." He panted.

The man only nodded, and inhaled sharply. He closed his eyes, letting Kurt's arm go. "Have a good day, Kurt." He walked off into the crowd of people hustling and bustling.

Kurt sighed, feeling irate.

Now what?

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