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Blaine showed up late the next day. Kurt knew because he made sure to pass by the post prod section several times, asking for him and for the sketches he needed. When Blaine finally arrived Kurt didn't let him even say hello to his coworkers and marched right to him.

"Blaine. I need the pictures your team worked on right now, do not make me come over again." the man said with as much as arrogance as he could muster. "Also, you're late. Again." And with that Kurt went back to his office, not necessarily proud of himself. This was petty and he knew it. He usually wasn't like that, he tried to at least be polite even with the people he couldn't stand. But Blaine just made his skin itch for some reason and all Kurt could think about was how infuriating the man was.

After a few minutes he received by email what he had asked for, he opened the attached files and studied the pictures. Some of them were perfect. Kurt had asked that no modifications were made on the model but only to the light and the background. He wanted for once for the models on the photo shoot to be shown how they really were.

Some pictures, though, weren't to Kurt's liking and the man decided to go and tell Blaine just that.

"Blaine. I need to talk to you about the pictures you sent me." Kurt said the moment he was within Blaine's earshot. The man turned around from where he was standing, already talking with one member of his staff and looked over to Kurt. "This is not what we talked about. The pictures are perfect but the modifications you made just don't work." Kurt brought his tablet and flipped it so he could see the pictures. "Here, you can see that the light has been added after. On this one, modifications have been made on the model. You lost the beauty and the equilibrium of this picture when you changed the angle on this one." Kurt turned off his device and glared at Blaine.

"I waited three days for this? Seriously?" Blaine's fist tightened and he took a deep breath.

"Kurt," the man started as calmly as he could manage, "maybe we could sit down and talk about each picture and you can give me the feedback you apparently have and we'll work on it."

"It's Mr Hummel. I think I just did." Kurt couldn't believe what he was saying. He was usually bitchy but he was never plain mean. Calling someone out like that in front of everyone just wasn't something he did. But Blaine's behavior just made him so mad that it didn't really matter to him anyway. He couldn't stand the guy.

"Okay you know what? That's it! I've had enough." Blaine started, marching right to Kurt. "What is your problem?" Blaine's nostrils were flared in rage and Kurt could see the anger in his eyes. Kurt grabbed his shirt and manhandled him to office.

"Anderson, my office." They crossed the whole set, receiving curious and worried glances. Kurt could feel the eyes on him but he really didn't care. He also felt the waves of anger coming from Blaine and the moment he closed the door, the smaller man didn't wait to say something.

"I get it, Mr Hummel" Blaine spat in anger. Kurt could see the veins of Blaine's neck pumping, he knew that this only happened when the man was beyond pissed. "You're my client and I'm supposed to provide a certain quality of work for you. So in a way you are my boss. I get it, trust me." The man was talking, his hands flying in the air and his face red with rage. "But since when do you belittle people and their job in front of everyone? Since when does Kurt Hummel humiliate people? What is wrong with you? Huh?"

"What's wrong with me? Are you joking right now? Tell me exactly what you'd know about me. You don't know me, you don't know who I am and just because we had a fling doesn't mean you know me at all." Kurt argued back. "What's wrong with me is the poor quality of the job you and your team did, my problem is you coming late to work. You are my problem!"

"Then fire me! Go ahead, do it! But if you don't, do not ever talk to me the way you just did in front of my team or in front of anyone!" Blaine pointed furiously at Kurt, stepping closer to the taller man. Kurt noticed how Blaine's shirt stretched everytime he pointed at him. He was in a rage and Kurt couldn't help but shiver a little at the memory of how Blaine could get when he had that sort of raw passion in him. "You've been nothing but a nightmare to work with and for. I'd rather not eat next month than be treated the way you've treated me since this shoot began!"

They were chest to chest, glaring at each other with rage. Kurt couldn't believe that Blaine of all people would call him out.

"You're calling me out on my behavior? You of all people? This has to be a joke!" Kurt mocked, pushing Blaine's shoulder a little. Kurt was beyond done with the situation and with Blaine. "Who do you think you are?" Kurt icily spat out.

Blaine didn't say anything, he didn't answer the question, instead he looked into Kurt's eyes and he waited. He didn't lower them, daring Kurt to do something. Kurt knew that Blaine was questioning his authority. He was pushing him to see where he would break. The man was infuriating, and he had the ability with such little actions to make Kurt an angry mess. He hated Blaine with all his being.

Kurt saw how Blaine's eyes suddenly flickered to his lips and snapped back up. His pupils were fully dark, and Kurt could feel the waves of rage and passion and arousal coming from Blaine and crashing against him.

In a swift movement Kurt leaned and smashed Blaine's lips against his. His hands flew to Blaine's face, making him come closer. Blaine whined a little at the touch and almost instantly kissed back. It was all tongue and teeth. Kurt bit Blaine's bottom lip with force, and then licked into the man's mouth. Blaine pushed him back, never breaking the kiss, until Kurt's back hit the door. Kurt's hand made its way to Blaine's hair and he tugged at it, making Blaine's head tilt back and reveal his neck. Kurt mouthed his jawline and planted his teeth into the skin, biting and licking at the mark.

Blaine forced his legs in between Kurt's, pushing harshly into his groin. Kurt whined and started to rut against Blaine's leg.

Waves of fury were rolling off them, and they could feel rage pooling in the bottom of their stomach. It was years of unresolved tension that they were trying to pull out, and to make clear into the touches, the bites and the hard thrusts bringing them both to the edge.

They hadn't said a single word since they had started, they barely kissed and Kurt started palming roughly at Blaine's erection through his pants. Blaine thrusted his legs harder and quicker against Kurt's hard-on. Kurt started to ride Blaine's leg, taking what he needed and popping the button on Blaine's pants. He wrapped his hand around the man's erection and started pumping as fast and hard as he could. Kurt didn't want to take his time, he needed to take the edge off, to hear Blaine moan his name and come in his hand. He finally opened his eyes and locked them with Blaine's. It was all it took for Kurt to let go and with a last hard thrust he came, Blaine following him quickly.

They collapsed on the floor next to each other, not able to stand anymore. It didn't take long for Kurt to realize what he had just done. His body started to shiver and his eyes filled with tears.

"Oh my god." The man whispered. Instantly a strong arm tugged his wrist and Kurt found himself hiding his face in the crook of Blaine's neck. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to attack you like that. I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey, shh. It's okay." Blaine tried to calm the man down, making circles with his hand on the other man's back. "Kurt, it's okay. Something like that was bound to happen. It's okay."

Kurt felt ill, like he was going to vomit. What was wrong with him? One moment he was outright mean to someone, the next he was humiliating him and then he was assaulting him. He was lost and confused and right now, he was also utterly ashamed of himself and his behavior.

"We… we need to talk." Kurt started, he felt Blaine tensed and his hand felt from his back. "We need to figure out how to work together, Blaine." Kurt said, sitting in front of his ex boyfriend.

"I, Kurt, there is… Yes, we need to talk. There is something really important I need to tell you and – "

"Kurt, could you get your ass out of here? Fucking at work: wanky, but we need you out there. So hide your dick and get to work." Santana yelled behind the door, making both men jump at the intrusion. Kurt gazed at Blaine and at the moment all he could in the other man's eyes was the plea not to leave him, to stay and solve whatever it was that needed solving. Kurt mouthed a silent "I'm sorry" before yelling back at the Latina.

"Only you could be attracted to the scent of gay people fucking. Get lost, Tana. I'll be right there."

"Women's sixth sense, darling!" They waited for her to go away to get up and try to sort themselves. Their pants was sticky and they both needed to go the bathroom to clean that.

"Kurt, I really really need a serious talk with you. Maybe we could get a coffee or just… I don't know. But we need to have a discussion." Kurt didn't like the seriousness in Blaine's tone but he agreed, they needed that conversation to at least stay professional for the remaining time.

"Of course. I'll make some time so we can talk. "

They both got back to work, not able to see the other for the rest of the day. Kurt knew he had to apologize. Blaine was right, he had been an absolute nightmare and nothing could excuse the way he had treated Blaine. He was mad at him for something he did six years ago. Maybe Santana was right, maybe he wasn't completely over what had happened six years prior and maybe he really needed to move forward.

Kurt made a promise to himself to talk to Blaine, to apologize and to ask the question he had been dying to ask for six years now. He also felt his heart flutter at the memory of how passionate their encounter had been. Granted it had also been on the verge of a fight, a very mean one at that. But there was something here that Kurt just couldn't ignore. He didn't know what or why, but there was something. And with a sigh Kurt acknowledged that with Blaine there would probably always been something there.

When Kurt tried to see Blaine at the end of his day the man was already gone. Kurt looked at his clock and yeah, maybe 9 pm wasn't such a good time to still be at work. He called Finn and the man invited him over instantly. It took Kurt half an hour to get to the couple's flat.

"Hey man!" Finn greeted him, giving him a bro hug like only the guy could give.

"Hi Finn. How are you?"

"Fine! Good, I was just grading papers. Some of those kids are just really bright, you know."

"Really? Which class are you teaching this year?"

They both settled in the living room, Kurt sitting on a chair. After a while, Rachel joined them and sat beside Finn, curled up against his chest.

"I asked for the sophomores. It's like they're discovering that they're clever. It's really cool, dude!"

"I'm happy for you Finn." Kurt smiled warmly at his brother.

"I also want to start a glee club at school but, I mean, I don't know if that's a good know just something I'm thinking about. Nothing big." Finn rushed out as Rachel looked at him proudly.

"Really?" Kurt asked with excitement. "Finn, that's an amazing idea! I think you'll be perfect for this."

"I don't know, man."

"Finn Hudson-Berry. Of course you'll be amazing and those teenagers will be lucky to have you teach glee club. Just be sure not to turn as pervy as Mr Schuester." Kurt joked lightly to give time for his brother to regain his composure. He knew the big man wasn't used to compliments and still didn't know what to do with them.

"So how's work?" Rachel asked with absolutely no subtlety.

"You want to know how it's going with Blaine there!" Kurt teased lightly. He rubbed his eyes, not knowing where to start. "Rach, I don't know. It's … I've been a bitch to him. I've treated him badly and I humiliated him and then we, uh… well we, let's say that I… Okay we had sex this morning." Kurt rushed out.

"You had angry sex with your ex?" Finn asked in confusion.

"Yes." Kurt admitted, his cheek colored red.

"Dude! You got some!" Finn called and raised his hand for a high five. Kurt rolled his eyes and lazily raised his hand too to get it nearly destroyed by Finn, who grinned like a madman. "Good job, man. I'm so proud of you! I have to call Puck to tell him."

"Finn Hudson you better stick your butt to that couch, you're not calling Noah right now." Rachel ordered before adding. "I want to hear him giggling when he hears the news." The woman added with a mischievous smile.

"I hate you, both of you!" Kurt pointed, mortified at his brother and best friend's behavior. "Seriously I have like a major crisis here and all you're thinking about is gossiping!"

"Kurt, honey. Let's get real for a second. You had your heart broken by the same man twice. Instead of dealing with it you ran away to the other side of the ocean and you got so involved in your work that you never came back to this side until now. You going all Hulk on him was a given. Now, knowing you you probably treated him like garbage and if you two … you know, got it on, well I'm sure he is not all that mad at you. You just need a good talk and you need to sort out what you wanted to say and what you want to know before." Rachel said, never pausing for breath a single time.

"Yeah, what she said. And be sure you let him talk. Because sometimes you just say what you have to say and you don't listen to the other guy. It's not cool when you do that." Finn concluded.

"I always knew you were a smart one, Finn Hudson." Kurt smiled. They watched a movie together, taking a break in the middle to prepare some tea and cut a big chunk of cake for Finn, and got back to the movie. Kurt had missed this, being with his family and just staying at home at night, doing nothing but being with the ones he cared about. It was nice.


The next day Kurt decided that it was time they talked. He had made a promise to Blaine that they would and that he would make time for him. In the middle of the afternoon Kurt locked his office and went to Blaine's department. He was almost there when he heard little footsteps running on the floor and a happy cry. He heard it before he saw it. A child dressed with a brown jacket, jeans and dark boots appeared out of nowhere and ran to Blaine who was waiting for him, arms stretched. The little boy threw himself at Blaine who caught him and twirled him around without any problem.

"Daddy!" The child yelled enthusiastically one more time before placing his hands on Blaine's cheek and rubbing his little nose against his father's.

"Hey, monkey. What are you doing here?" Kurt looked between the two. It didn't take too long to see that the child was Blaine's. He had dark curly hair and a big toothy smile that could cure cancer. He couldn't see the child eyes from where he was standing but he guessed they were bright.

Kurt gulped at the sight. Blaine was a father. The father of the most beautiful little boy. Sadness surrounded him, his legs getting weaker and weaker as he saw the son and his father exchanging smiles and hugs. The boy was perched on Blaine's hip perfectly, like they had done that a million times. They probably had, Kurt's mind provided and for the first time in years Kurt felt like he was looking at something that was supposed to be his future at some point. Kurt had imagined it before, how he would come back from work to find Blaine and their child playing in the living room, how he would come home to cries of joy and laughter. He had imagined how he would be the one rushing out of work to get their child and wait for Blaine at home. How they would cuddle on Sunday morning and read bedtime stories, how they would giggle as they hid Christmas presents.

"Hey there, Killer." A man's voice that Kurt unhappily recognized said. "I'm sorry we barged in. But the little troll here wanted to see you. He missed you." Sebastian Smythe of all people provided before smiling warmly at Blaine. He moved closer to the child and his father and rubbed a playful hand into the mop of curls on the boy's head.

Tears pooled in Kurt's eyes, threatening to fall. He was hidden in a corner, witnessing firsthand Blaine's happiness with somebody else. Of course Blaine was a father, he had always loved kids.

Kurt ran back to his office and opened the lock with shaky hands. He closed the door and let his body slide to the ground, his head hidden in his arms. He finally let the tears fall freely down his cheeks as he remembered that at some point it was supposed to be him instead of Sebastian. He was supposed to be married to Blaine, he was supposed to be at the other end of Blaine's smile. Having a family had been their dream.

What he had just witnessed was supposed to be his future. Instead it was somebody else's.


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