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Chapter 4
"Clark Kent"
Elliot looked at the old woman and went quickly to her "Calm down, dear, save it for when you have to thank me"
"Did you get anything about him?"
"There's nothing impossible to me, but I have to tell you, this was a hard one"
"In what editorial does he work?"
"Editorial? No dear… he doesn't work as a journalist"
"I don't understand"
"He's the lover, dear…of the owner of "The Warblers", magazine, TV show, everything. And knowing him, I don't blame your mystery guy"
"Lover? No way"
"Well, I know it from a very good source"
"I don't understand… He's not that kind of person"
"Every person is when it's about a piece of cake like Anderson. He's arrogant"
"Not Kurt. I've known him since he was born"
"Was he your boyfriend?"
"No, my neighbor"
"And why do you want to find him?"
"Be-because-"
"Let me guess. You love him. You loved him this whole time, while you were staring at him through your window" That woman made fun of him
"Yes," Answered the other one, angry
"And you had to wait for him to go live to another city so you could tell him that?"
"He was my best friend's husband"
"And now your friend…"
"Is dead"
"Oh man, so you were horny with someone else's man"
"It wasn't his! He always was mine"
"Didn't you just say-"
"He stole him from me"
"And you never had the time to tell him how you felt while you lived close by?"
"He looked so in love with Dave that-"
"Dave?"
"David"
"So you didn't have the guts and you killed his husband. Confess!"
"Don't joke about that. They killed him on his house's door and they never found who did it. As weird as it sounds, I'll forget that his mother looks at me with distrust since that day"
"Wow Clark Kent, so you have your past. But don't you dare try it with Blaine Anderson, the man is dangerous"
"What do you mean with dangerous?"
"Everybody knows he travelled the world so he could study journalism and he has a winner team of the "Pullitzer" Awards"
"That doesn't make him special, a lot of-"
"Everybody knows that, what nobody knows is from where all his money comes from and believe me when I say he could buy the city and still be rich"
"And who said he and Kurt have an affair?"
"I searched what you gave me and he appears like a journalist in T.W but no one has ever seen him there"
"He can be a freelance journalist"
"With his address on the boss' apartment? Please… the boy lives with him. Tell me, is your friend cute?"
"Gorgeous"
"Oh, honey, you are lost. Knowing Anderson, if he didn't take him to bed already, he'll do it soon. He is the kind of man who doesn't take no for an answer"
That thin Clark Kent started crying in front of the old woman. Yes, he was lost.
"Come on, Quinn, I've been waiting for you for at least an hour already and I can't get free of your boss"
"Relax Kurt, it's only 9 o'clock. My schedule won't end any time soon."
"So why did you ask me to come now?"
"Because I wanted to show you some people an-"
"Again, Quinn?! I told you I didn't want to hang out with the men you meet on work's events"
"Don't be bitter. I met them on a doctor's event. They are doctors"
"They could even be rich, I don't care"
"You're the one who needs to find a husband before 30, not me. You're already 27. Time flies. You'll thank me later"
Two guys of 40 walk towards them. They looked fine but Kurt could swear it was a lie. Their perfume was cheap and the shorter one smelled like kid's shampoo. As soon as they said hi, they said the date was going to be short because they had to be back to work by midnight because they had a neurosurgery. After a couple of minutes, it was obvious those sillies had never seen a brain before.
Later, the guy who started talking to Kurt, started talking about some holidays on the Caribbean and some new cars; it was being difficult for Kurt to contain the laughter.
"So you're a journalist" asked the man "Where do you work?"
"Well" Started answering Quinn, before he screwed it up "Actually he's-"
"Blaine Anderson's assistant" Confessed, not lying completely
"Blaine Anderson? The one from The Warblers?"
"Yep"
"Wow" Said the other, surprised "That jerk is involved in every problem with politicians. It looks like he knows everything. I wonder how he does it"
Kurt smiled and Quinn started shaking. She knew that smile and she knew what would come next.
"This chicken is awesome" Quinn said, quickly, trying to change the subject
"Actually" Answered Kurt "My boss has the only archive with data of every person in this world. Everything you are and what you have is registered there"
"Wow" Said the other man "I'd love to see Leonardo DiCaprio's"
"But he has more than just the famous people" Continued the guy with an innocent voice "All of us are in there"
"Everyone? Like who?" Asked Quinn's date, worried
"I'll give you an example. One month ago, Quinn and I hung out with a couple of dicks, they said they were single and that they worked in a hospital, can you believe they were lying to us?"
Kurt's date choked and the other one helped him quickly
"There are many kinds of people"
"Yes… Well, luckily, as soon as I arrived home, the first I did was look for their data and there was their actual addresses, civil status, studies, everything. And nothing that they had said was true!"
"Such assholes" one said, absolutely pale
"And what did you do?" Asked the other one
"What do you think? I called their significant others, told them everything, I showed them that I wasn't lying and by 8 o'clock, the door's lock was changed and all the bank accounts emptied. That's what they deserved"
They boys looked at each other, scared to death, deciding who should talk
"Yes, they deserve it for being dumbasses" said the one with the baby smell, watching his friends "That's what they got for giving their real names too"
Kurt smiled again. Those "Thomas and Stephen" called themselves a lot of times "Kevin and Matt". Beginners.
"Of course they didn't give us their real names, but I saw their car's registration and looked at their credit cards when they paid. That's how I found them"
"Their car's registration?" Asked one, freaking out. He quickly looked at his friend "Would you come with me to the bathroom, friend? I think the chicken is making me sick"
In a couple of seconds, the two men disappeared
"Did you have to do that, Kurt!? You're so bad sometimes"
"What do you want? Didn't you realize they haven't stop lying since they sat here?"
"And? All of us lie a little, sometimes"
"They're married!"
"And? I'm sure Stephen isn't happy with his wife if the poor guy needs to meet new women"
"His name isn't even Stephen, Quinn!"
"I know, you said Matt all the time"
"Shut up, they're coming"
Kurt stood up, waiting for them - the last thing they needed was the two jerks leaving without paying their part
"Something happened, the surgery…"
"Nah" the journalist faked a surprise "don't tell me, it exploded before"
Baby smell looked at him, but just said, "Yes… Something like that, we really have to go"
"Did you pay the bill?" Kurt asked, with a smirk on his face
"Bill? Ah y-yes right, I forgot about it, but here we'll leave you 100 dollars"
"And how do we go back at home?" Asked with innocence Quinn, Kurt made a mental note to congratulate her after
"Why don't you give us a ride in your car?" Said Kurt
"NO" both shouted
"Here we leave you 20 dollars for a cab… Bye"
"Good bye Thomas" said Kurt
And the poor "Kevin" started shaking
30 minutes later, Quinn was still mad
"I don't understand Kurt, I don't understand what you want"
"An honest man and not a fucking liar. Someone who tells me the truth"
"Do you want to listen my truth, Kurt? My truth is that I'm going to sleep alone today"
"You would've slept alone either way. Did you listen to them? They had a brain surgery. Brain!" Answered Kurt and he couldn't help but laugh. Her friend, on the other side, cried. Her pain was so real that Kurt regretted everything immediately. "What's going on, Q?"
"What's going on?! I'm going to tell you! It happens that I'm almost thirty. THIRTY. Do you know where I was supposed to be at thirty? Modeling with Tyra Banks for Victoria's Secret and married to Brad Pitt"
"You dreams aren't very realistic, honey"
"What do I care about reality? It was my dream; do you know what a dream is, Kurt? But when I arrived here to be a model, I realized I was too short to be a model, too cute to be an actress, too common to do any type of advertising, so I convinced myself that it wasn't the end of the world and that I couldn't go back to Ohio, that everything I needed to do was marry a rich and cute man of those who are in magazines. But fucking reality hit me again - they only get married with rich and cute women or at least rich. So I realized that I, who I thought was valuable, wasn't anyone's type. So I stopped being so exigent and started accepting anyone, anyone who helped me to be without wrinkles or cellulite. But then you come again with your fucking reality, men have sex with the cute ones and marry the ugly ones"
Quinn was out of control, she shouted and cried. Some people looked at her when she started to take off her skirt until she was wearing nothing but her underwear
"Do you see this Kurt?! Do you?! This, what I have here, is called cellulite. And cellulite is part of the world but of course you don't care! Because the fact that I have cellulite doesn't mean that the world is unfair or that there are less people starving in Africa so you don't care. You don't care about women and their cellulite"
Kurt, ashamed for the public they had formed around them, made her friend put her skirt again, dragging her out of there. For a couple of streets, they stayed in silence until Quinn stared talking again
"I want someone to love me. I don't care if he's married, single, widower or whatever. I don't care if he's being honest or if he's lying. I want someone to warm me during cold night and help me to wake up every morning. Is it too much?"
"That's what everyone wants" Kurt replied, sad
"You at least had it, even if it was for a short time"
"And do you think that's an advantage? Do you think it's easy to live when you buried half of your life? Do you know how it feels to see the man you love die in your arms? Yes, loving and being loved was awesome but losing Dave was awful. Because I know that after him, there won't be another, at least, not another with feelings that strong. Because you only love like this once in a lifetime and I lost my chance"
Now Kurt was the one who started crying and his friend hugged him. But Quinn was still mad. No, she couldn't compare her problems to losing the person you love, but it hurts so much too.
"When you talk Kurt, everybody looks at you amazed"
"Shocked, I'd say. A lot of them get scared when I start saying what I think"
"But me… I only have my legs, ass and the boobs that I haven't finished paying yet, and if that falls-"
"If that falls, there's still Quinn… The woman you don't dare to find and show because of your obsession with beauty. Believe me, a man who hugs you when he's lying to you isn't going to be enough. We all fool ourselves saying we just want a man but that's not true… we want someone who loves us"
"I'm happy with-"
"No, don't settle. It isn't worth it. You don't need company if you're going to be unhappy"
"I settle for five minutes of good sex. Don't you miss sex?"
Kurt stirred. No, he didn't miss sex. He missed Dave and that pleasure he felt when he was in his arms. That passion that made him lost his mind. His friend didn't imagine all the things you could do in bed with a little love. She settled with sex. Better, Kurt didn't want her to feel the same way as he feels: he has only half of his life and he'll never be happy again.
He recognized that smell - jasmines! Where did that smell come from? It made him remember Kurt, Kurt and his eyes, his smile, his hair. Elliot was lost in his own thoughts, at corner in the middle of the city that never sleeps; it was something that happened to him a lot, he stood thinking and lost track of time and someone usually crashed against him, and this time wasn't different
"Oh, sorry"
This time he recognized that voice, it was like a hug in the heart. It was him, his sexy voice, his cute presence and his perfect body. It was Kurt. And he left one more time.
He hated bumping into his boss and it was starting to happen more frequently. It was like Blaine knew how awkward he felt when he was there and he enjoyed messing with him. Now he never left home before Kurt arrived and always came back early.
The morning meetings weren't awful. Kurt would make him breakfast and then clean the balcony when Anderson would most likely not be around. But the evenings were the worst.
He enjoyed his job, he really did, but when it was 6 o'clock and Blaine was back, that magic seemed to vanish. What made him madder was that obsession of his to give him pointless work and that habit of walking by the house, looking at him work. Did he have dirty thoughts? If he had it was better to start forgetting about them.
He went to his room and changed clothes, when he was in boxers he looked himself in the mirror.
Tummy. Him? Please.
The doorbell rang. It was the first time he had heard it in those three months he had been working there. It wasn't part of his job to receive mail or visits.
Who could it be? He looked on the monitor's screen and got surprised. Him?
What was he doing there?
"What are you doing here?"
Finn jumped on his chair
"Blaine! Do you want to give me a heart attack?"
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Don't be paranoid. I was looking the minister's case. I'm making a note about big corruption's cases and I wanted to put it as an exampl-"
"Forget it"
"What're you up to, Anderson? I'm your editor in chief and you never interfere with my work, even when we have different perspectives"
"There's always a first time. And I don't want you to punish the government and-"
"Me? Punish the government? Aren't you the one who's always looking for new things to attack them-?"
"Don't mix up things. But what's going on? Now all my employees are going to stand against me and do whatever they want?"
"All your employees? Who else is standing against you?" Asked Finn, suspicious
"Someone you don't know but it doesn't matter. Read that"
Finn looked at the paper his boss had given him
"Isn't it the article you showed me the other day? I already told you it was good"
"It has some corrections"
"You corrected your own article?"
"It wasn't me"
Finn started reading it with curiosity
"And who made this correction?" Asked smiling
"It doesn't matter. What do you think?"
"Someone from redaction couldn't be, they're all afraid of you" Insisted Finn. Blaine looked at him without hiding his irony and his employee added, "Fine, all including me are afraid of you. Who was it?"
"It. Doesn't. Matter. What. Do. You. Think"
"Brilliant! Whoever did it is meaner than you are."
"In journalism, it's called incisive and by the way you should try it"
"I'm sorry, but I already have enough enemies of my own; I don't think need more. And, for what I see this person is just as good as you."
Anderson took the paper again without hiding his satisfaction
"I need something from you Finn, but I need it to stay between us. Nobody can know, specially Puck"
"Don't you trust Noah?"
"I don't trust Puck when there is possible sex"
"And yet, you still do it."
Noah Puckerman!
What was Noah Puckerman doing at Blaine's house in an hour his boss never was? What had this gallant lost?
From the gym, it only took five seconds to open the door. If he brought mail the porter would have received it. What if he… No. It was insane. It was impossible that a man like Noah was interested in him, especially when everybody knew he was straight as an arrow and the heartbreaker of the moment.
"Good morning, Noah" Said Kurt in front of the camera with his best smile "Sir Blaine isn't here"
"I came here without realizing the time and when I realized it, I had already made the doorbell ring"
Lie one. That was impossible.
"Do you want me to call Mr. Anderson to tell him you're here?" Offered the guy with fake innocence
"No" Freaked out the gallant, who seemed confused now "He doesn't like to be disturbed by silly things"
Lie two. Anderson loved to have everything under control, even the silly things.
For a moment, Kurt and Puck looked each other across the monitor
"Can I help you with something?"
"Well" Started the gallant with one of those smiles that left you weak "Like, I'm already here, and so this whole ride here wasn't useless, what do you say and invite me to have one of those delicious cups of coffee you make. I haven't had breakfast yet."
Lie three. It was practically 3pm.
Kurt gave the fakest smile of his life. The guy had a little problem when it came to men. He used to think faster than the others so when they made their first move, he had already disbelieved them, had a list of excuses to give them and a lot of theories about every guy he had in front of him and 'Puck' wasn't any exception.
"I'd love to give you a cup of coffee, Mr. Puckerman, but you'll have to take it alone because I have a report to do and I promised to send it in twenty minutes"
Lie one.
"A report? You make reports for him?"
"It's his new way of keeping me busy"
But Puck wouldn't give up that easily
"I can help you if you want. That way, you'll finish faster and we'd have some time to chat"
"Sure, chat" Thought Kurt. Of course a man like Puckerman would want to chat. But once again… wasn't he straight?
"I'd love to. Actually we can meet any day (Lie two) but now cameras are on an-"
"We could turn them off"
"I never turn off the cameras (Lie three. Drew). Thanks for the offer but as you can see, I can't accept it at the moment... But if you want to have breakfast, there's a coffee shop at the left of this building that's really awesome"
After the rejection, Puck ran from there like any man with his pride on the floor would.
Men.