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Chapter 12

"Do you think she's really doing it?"

"Getting her revenge? Sure… I hope she doesn't mess with my clothes, though. Quinn looks all good and innocent but somet-"

"Good and innocent? She looks like a slut"

Kurt looked at Elliot without hiding his anger

"How was your night?"

"Like always… covering those charity events is a nightmare"

"It was full of cute models, for sure."

"I'm not like you, Kurt. I don't need to look for what I have so close"

And with that being said, he started rubbing Kurt's back, when Kurt didn't make him stop, he started with the hair too, moving to his jaw, cheeks and lips. Elliot started moving closer staying only centimeters apart - Kurt took distance

"I'm not ready yet"

"I wonder if you make it so hard on Anderson" Said Elliot, disappointed

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you"

"Whatever, you don't listen to what I say most of the time, anyway"

"I don't know if keep meeting you is a good idea anymore."

"Aren't all the hours you spend with Anderson enough? You need more?"

"What's going on with you, Elliot!?"

"What's going on between you and him? For how long have we been here? Two hours? You spent more than an hour talking about your annoying boss"

"Because he's an amazing journalist"

"Finn Hudson is too and you don't talk about him"

It was true. Finn was a unique journalist and even Blaine admired him. Kurt's cheeks turned red. What was going on with him? Was he feeling something for his boss? It was only a matter of seconds until that thought actually got to Kurt, he jumped and kissed Elliot. He could see his friend's eyes open in surprise and Kurt stopped the kiss while Elliot looked at him speechless

"Did you feel something?" Asked Kurt

"You?"

"I'm not ready yet" Was he ever going to be? "It was a bad idea. It's already seven, could you take me home?"

"Sure"

Kurt looked at him and said something he needed to say since the first moment

"I think New York doesn't fit you. It's clear you aren't happy here and you don't like your job"

"You want me to go back to Ohio so you're free to be with Anderson?"

"You're obsessed with him"

"You are… And you can't even hide it"

"Elliot, I know we've had some fights but can I be honest with you?"

"I'm listening"

"I do realize I'm a little obsessed with him. We're together all day, basically every day, and he has some things that remind me of Dave"

"Anderson looks nothing like your husband"

"I know, but I can't avoid feeling confused when he's near me and I'm worried because I know he's a compulsive liar with a huge power of seduction. Since I'm working there, I've seen him take to bed and the next day forget, at least thirty different men"

"But despite that, you're attracted to him. You wouldn't regret kissing him like you did with me"

"I wouldn't kiss him. Do you think I'm an idiot? I'd never choose a liar"

"You can't choose love"

"Come on Elli, I was married for five years, do you remember it? I chose him I decided I wanted to spend all my life with him. Maybe you can't choose who to love but instead how you're going to love him and if you want to build something serious it's a work for two people. Because at the first fight, if there isn't enough love, everything goes to hell. That's why, for marriage, you need more than just attraction. It doesn't matter how strong it is"

"You like him that much?"

"I don't like him! I told you already, he's annoying… but when he's close…"

"Renounce and come back with me to Ohio, this crazy city is making us crazy"

"No, Elliot, I can't. I feel like I'm finally growing up and I have my own life"

"So quit your job! You know I have enough money for both of us"

"It'd be the dumbest thing, quitting to the job I have with Blaine just because I'm scared… I know I can handle it and Blaine has always been a gentleman with me, he never-"

"Never?"

Kurt bowed his head and blushed

Never?


"Blaine, people are tired of rich girls' issues and Brittany isn't a good interviewer, her show is the one with less rating"

"If that was true, Paris Hilton could be in jail and no one would even notice it. The money and power attract people, so whatever you say, Puck, it still calls people's attention" argued Santana

"I think I'm on Puck's side, this time. Besides, Brittany doesn't knows what she's doing, she had Michelle Obama for five minutes and she wasted them asking her for her dress, I'm tired of her. But I don't know who can replace her, it has to be someone gorgeous and talk at least two languages"

Blaine looked at Kurt, who was drinking some coffee and wasn't any paying attention to the conversation but Santana talked quickly

"Don't even think about it"

"It'd be awesome" Puck exclaimed

"How many languages do you talk?" Asked Finn

"Me?"

And that's when he realized all the faces on him. It was obvious he couldn't miss anything

"Besides English, none." He lied.

"Spanish, French and Italian" Blaine answered for him.

Kurt looked at him in surprise

"That's what you wrote in your curriculum"

"It doesn't mean anything, everybody lies in those" commented, nervously

"Sam never lies" Said Blaine, focused on Kurt "Am I wrong?" he asked in mischief.

"Do you want me to translate something?"

"We thought you'd be good for-" Started Puck but Blaine interrupted him

"Nothing. We didn't think of anything. We just wanted to know"

Kurt looked at his boss with a mix of satisfaction and gratitude, so he gave every present person a cup of coffee.

"I think we're done for today, right?" Asked Finn, who was late for his tennis match.

"Can I take some time of you?"

Four pair of eyes focused on Kurt. Usually the young man was a second character in those reunions, but this time he was the principal

"Talk, Sam"

"Mr. Anderson told me last Thursday that you said some things about me when I was missing" Three pair of eyes looked confused, Blaine smiled "I want to make it very clear, I don't want to have sex with any of you and I never will."

"But Kurt-" Puck intervened, of course

"And I'm not saying that because my dick doesn't works" Blaine, Finn and Santana shared an understanding look while Puck bowed his head and Kurt smiled "And, by the way, it bothers me that you always ask me the same - everything's all right with you and some woman in my place would be glad to , even with your intentions, and that's because you're not gay, Puck, stop with your 'doubts' because, believe me, you're not gay. And I don't have sex before marriage and I won't change my mind so unless one of you wants to propose…" Kurt looked at them, pretending to be serious "No? Just like I thought"

Blaine smiled, fascinated, while the others shared looks and Kurt walked back to the kitchen, making the three guys look at his firm ass

"I bet his dick isn't working" Puck intervened, one more time.


It is quarter past midnight.

And New York was a dangerous city. Kurt could listen to his own steps. He hated staying in so late at Blaine's apartment. First, because he always arrived too early so he was starting to feel exhausted at six o'clock or maybe before and because the others used to go before nine, he had a lot of hours by himself with his boss.

That night, Blaine insisted in making some dinner while Kurt read aloud their last report, so they could fix it together. For some reason, his boss was absolutely skilled with the housework and an amazing chef. Of course, there were some little fights about the recipe but Kurt let him try to teach him and later fixed something without letting Blaine know. When they had dinner together, they usually ate in the kitchen between papers, pencils, cellphones and computers, but today Blaine told him to eat in the dining room. He even lit some candles. Kurt, who was ordered to keep reading, watched his boss, confused. Finally, Blaine took the papers from Kurt's hand, holding it and interlacing their fingers while he took him to the table

"You're about to eat the best Pork Loin you'll ever eat. You have to focus on the meat's texture and the sauce's smell. You can't eat this quickly, you have to taste it"

That night, since the day he started working there, was the first time Kurt was seated for more than an hour in front of his boss, with only some candles between them, tasting the food and let his boss undress him with those beautiful hazel eyes.

At first it was awful, but later it was, somehow, even worse. The chat started immediately, spontaneous, warm, fascinating…

Yes, everything was wrong that night, because in the end, his boss insisted on helping him clean the dirty plates, and Kurt had to suffer the friction with that amazing body for ten whole minutes. He even offered to take him home, but Kurt rejected the offer, he didn't want to be one more on that list.

But now Kurt regretted it because he was scared to death and he felt someone breathing near him, he had felt it for a couple of weeks now. He felt that someone had been following him.

No. There were too many weird things in his life to get paranoid about someone following him. It was Elliot. It wouldn't surprise him. But he couldn't discard his roommate. She swore she'd get her revenge and even though they were best friends, Quinn could be bad if she wanted to.

A strong noise made Kurt stop thinking. What was that? Kurt turned around and started running but it was too late. A knife's edge was on his throat and he couldn't keep thinking.


Until next chapter! *hides*