A/N: Another update! Hope you like! Feedback is always appreciated u.u To the reviewer last chapter: Necrophelia was yes, put into my last chapter, but it was alos in the movie, if you go back and watch it. :)

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No beta, all mistakes my own. I do not own Glee or 50 Shades OR Klaine, although, I WISH I did. ;)

Chapter 7

Blaine sighed, lickking his lips. "Kurt, I don't..." Another sigh. "I don't do relationships. I don't do romance...my tastes are very singular. You wouldn't understand."

Kurt looked distraught, his eyes lowering once again, to the tan duvet.

It was quiet for a moment.

Blaine's hazel eyes searched Kurt's.

"Enlighten me, then. Tell me what you mean. I'm not stupid, Mr. A." Kurt pressed.

Blaine blinked. He lifted his hand, immediately cupping Kurt's flushed cheek, and the teen sighed dreamily, and closed his eyes, enjoying the warm, and somewhat comforting hand gently caressing his porcelain cheek. He nuzzled his face into the goregous man's touch.

Blaine swallowed, taking in Kurt's delicate features. The way his eyelashes fanned over his pale face, the way his breath slightly hitched, and Mr. A found that having his scent so close was...an agonizing but an amazing torture. He traced Kurt's pink lips with his thumb, admiring the way Kurt just would not sit still.

I just...I can't get involved. Not without his say... Blaine thought. But, still, he found himself drawn closer to the captivating teen, able to smell him, having a deep and powerful desire to taste him. His lips were oh, so close to the trembling and panting teen before him, and god...would it be that bad to just...taste this beautiful angel...?

Blaine hesitantly backed away, his chest feeling tight with an unexplained emotion, Blaine couldn't pinpoint at the moment. He got up, leaving a dismayed and saddened Kurt on his bed as he headed for a nice hot shower.

Fuck, so close. Kurt sulked as he heard the shower starting to run.

xxxK&Bxxx

As Mr. Anderson left Kurt in his guest bedroom, heading for his office to do his daily work, he placed an acceptable outfit on the bed for Kurt to change into, nodding his head for the chestnut haired boy to go ahead and change.

Mr. Anderson closed the door, and about a minute or two later, his phone buzzed. He smiled as he saw a familiar number light up his screen.

"Quinn! How are you?" Kurt chirped happily, eyeing the outfit set neatly before him.

The tightest pair of pants I own? A nice button up Gucci shirt? He raised an eyebrow questioningly, but got dressed, nonetheless, listening to a very pissed off Quinn Fabray.

"...can you believe the nerve of that douche?! Fucking asshole!" She explained through gritted teeth.

Her and Puck, were apparently having another issue, only breaking up for the 3rd time that year, and were on bad terms again.

Kurt, being the nice friend he is, listened intently, pursing his lips. "Uh uh." He nodded his head in agreement. He tied the boots, completeing his outfit.

He has good taste! Kurt thought slyly.

They bid their goodbyes, (with a promise of Kurt dropping by later for more comfort, shoulder to cry on, and just to be there for her when she's ranting) and he headed to the wealthy man's office to gather the rest of his belongings.

xxxK&Bxxx

Opening the door slowly, Kurt peeked his head in, only to find Mr. A typing away, quietly, on his laptop.

Looking up, Blaine did a double take, immediately shut his laptop, and said, "You look beautiful, Kurt."

"Your assistant has good taste, bringing me these clothes." He said softly, biting his lip as Mr. A stood up.

Blaine sat down on the front of his desk, his eyes raking appreciatively over Kurt's lithe frame. Fucking beautiful indeed. "I picked those clothes out, Kurt." He said bluntly, and folded his muscular arms over his chest.

Kurt raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow, but said nothing. Oh shit. Ok then...

"What are you doing later?" Mr. Anderson asked in a low voice, making Kurt shiver at his authorative tone.

"Uhm, I-I..." Kurt stuttered, pondering back to what exactly he's doing tonight, and finding out he's not doing anything. "N-Nothing, sir."

Blaine gritted his teeth together, stiffling a moan, and he felt his cock twitch in response. "Great. I'll have my assistant, Mr. Smythe, pick you up at your house at 5 pm. Do not be late, Kurt."

Kurt grinned bashfully, and looked at the marbled floor, feeling his face heat up.

Blaine sighed as Kurt looked up. "I'd really like to bite that fucking lip..."He took his thumb, tracing the gorgeous intimadating flesh.

Kurt breathed out, "I-I'd think I'd l-like that, too." His eyes never left Blaine's dark lustful gaze.

"I'm not going to touch you." He stated matter-of-factly. "Not until I have your written consent."

Wait, what?! What the fuck...Kurt thought, confusing crossing his face. "W-What?"

"I'll explain later." He replied with a smirk. "Let's go get you home."

As they heard the elevator ding!, the doors opening, they both stepped inside, Kurt's heart beating wildly in his chest.

The doors closed.

"Fuck the paperwork." Blaine said breathlessly, grabbing Kurt's face gently, connecting their lips in a desperate and heated kiss. He pushed Kurt up against the wall, lifting his hands up above his head, elicting a strangled moan from Kurt. Blaine brought his leg up to spread Kurt's long and slender legs open forcefully, now rubbing against Kurt's prominent erection. He proceeded to rub against a whimpering Kurt Hummel.

The elevator ding!ied once again, signaling oncoming people to find their desired destination. Three elderly men and one nice looking blonde entered, all wearing expensive Armani suits, and they chatted excitedly about an upcoming project.

Kurt was absolute mess. His chestnut locks were mussed, his face flushed, and chest heaving. He looked over at Mr. Anderson, and saw that the sexy billionaire was indeed, calm, cool, and collected.

Blaine smirked deliciously as they lowered to the ground floor.

What the HELL just happened?! Kurt thought, tracing his lips, and still feeling Blaine's lips against his own.

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