As you noticed, the headline is a reference to HIMYM, you will see, why xD Thanks again for the nice feedback btw =D
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Santana was sipping on her latte at Starbucks when someone hugged her from behind. With a smile, the Latina turned around. "Britt! You scared me", she taunted the blonde, but was laughing anyway. "What are you even doing here?"
"I wanted to see you, easy as that", Brittany answered matter-off-factly. Her hand slipped under the Latina's pants and Santana inhaled audibly. "Britt", she said hoarsely "Is this a good idea?"
"The ladies' room is empty now", Brittany whispered into her ear.
Santana's eyes lit up.
…
"Does anyone have something to add?", his boss asked in the round during the meeting.
Kurt cleared his throat. "Actually, I do. I don't think this dress should be rushed.", he admitted.
His boss, Isabelle Wright, looked at the sketch of her PowerPoint presentation with cocked eyebrows. "And why not?"
"This is supposed to be a dress targeted at a younger target group. I doubt that teenage girls would want to wear good girls' clothes."
"You think so?", Madelyn, his co-worker, a redhead with chic metal rimmed glasses, asked with a frown. "My niece is sixteen years old and she doesn't mind wearing bubble gum pink skirts and rainbow-colored crop tops. The trend goes towards innocent looks, so called kawaii outfits."
"Ka- what now?", Kurt asked confusedly.
"Kawaii is Japanese for cute, lovely", Tabetha, a black woman with a light brown afro explained. "Everything that is lovely such as Hello Kitty or pink rabbits, the list goes on and on."
Kurt gnawed on his pen. "And what if we change the dress entirely? Teens want cute things? They get cute thi-OHMYGOD!"
His eyes widened in shock when he saw two women in front of him, one has kneeled down and was about to suck the –
Yelping, Kurt covered his eyes. "Gross! Make it stop! Please, make it stop!", he screeched. He was probably scarred for life.
All the others at the meeting table were looking at him, bewildered.
"Kurt? What do you mean?", Madelyn finally dared to ask. "We can't see anything disturbing."
When Kurt slowly uncovered his eyes, all he could see was the meeting table and the aghast face expressions of his coworkers. Ms. Wright was the only one who looked kind of…amused? But he was too ashamed to care.
Blushing furiously, Kurt rubbed his neck. "Oh, erm…I think I just saw a…a…a giant hairy mosquito on the desk and I…kind of flipped out…"
"You flipped out because of a …mosquito?", Rose, a blond woman on his opposite asked him incredulously.
Kurt got up. "Erm…yes. How I hate them, they are so gross", he explained while he backed away. "If you would excuse me, I need to…erm…you know…" Since he didn't know what to say, he just helplessly pointed out of the door, got up and quickly left.
When he was out of sight, he started scowling at a certain Latina how was busy doing not PG rated things with a blonde at a toilet. "Are you out of your goddamn minds?!"
…
Santana yelped when she heard Lady Lips' words and quickly got up.
"What the hell, Hummel?", she snarled. "Have you ever heard of privacy?"
"Do you really think I watched your small performance voluntarily?", Kurt answered sharply. "You know exactly I'm gay. I'm not interested in watching you get at it. Yuck!" He shuddered in disgust.
Brittany just blinked confusedly. "Who are you talking to?", she asked the Latina who motioned her to be silent.
"I had a meeting, and all of a sudden, you start this…this…this…"
"Just say it, Lady", Santana said amusedly, putting her hands on her hips. "Just say it out loud, we are all grown up people." She lovingly put her hand around Brittany's waist and pulled her closer. "Britts and I, we had oral sex."
Frustrated, Kurt groaned and looked up the ceiling. "Can you do this…elsewhere? Beyond my head, you can do whatever you want, but whenever I can see you, no sex, are we clear?"
Santana rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay, Kurtie Kurt. I get it, your baby-like mind cannot take on so much sexiness." She playfully slapped Brittany on her butt who started giggling.
Again, Kurt groaned and huffishly left the bathroom, still looking distraught.
"Soo…who's Kurt? Or Lady Lips or whatever his name is? You know, I also have imaginary friends, but I didn't know you had some, too", Brittany commented when they were alone again.
Santana looked at her, suddenly serious. She and Britt knew each other since they were kids, she knew she could trust her with that secret. "Do you have time for the entire story?"
The blonde's eyes widened. "There is an entire story?"
Finn and Harmony were taking a walk at the park next to the coffeeshop where Finn was working, hands intertwined.
"Favorite band?" Harmony snorted about his question. "You serious, Hudson? You want to know my favorite band?"
Finn nodded. "Yeah, why not? I want to know everything about you." He started blushing after having said that sentence. "Dammit, that sounded more wrong than it is."
Harmony needed to laugh. "I know how you meant it, silly. Boys, they are all the same." She shook her head in amusement before she answered his question. "I always liked Fifth Harmony, you know, before they went on indefinite hiatus, like One Direction."
"We will never see them again", Finn agreed. "They just don't have the guts to admit that they won't come back anymore."
Suddenly, Harmony stopped in her tracks, looking directly into Finn's eyes. "Can I be bold, Finn?"
"Ermm…yes?" What if Harmony hadn't liked all of their dates and wanted to tell him so now? He needed to gulp and brace himself for the worst.
"I think I like you. A lot."
"Oh."
Suddenly, Harmony's eyes narrowed angrily. "Oh? Oh? Normally, I'm not that kind of person that admits she likes someone, and you just say oh?"
"I didn't mean it li…"
"I tell you how I feel, and you just brushed it off as if it was nothing! But I got the message, you don't like me back, easy as tha-"
She was cut off by Finn grabbing her and kissing her. At first, she seemed to be surprised, but after a couple of seconds, she kissed him back just as passionately.
"The truth is that I like you too", Finn admitted breathlessly when they pulled away to breathe. "I just didn't know how to tell you. I mean I had a lot of dates by now, but none of them were thrilling.
Until I met you. I don't know why, or how, but it made click."
"Right after I humiliated you and called you a bad barista?", Harmony asked, and Finn laughed.
"No, at our dates when I got to know you. You are the right one, I just know it."
Harmony's eyes shimmered. "I like you too, my clumsy barista", she laughed when she pulled him closer by the waist to kiss him.
Suddenly, Finn needed to flinch and irritatedly pulled away. What the hell was that? Why did he feel... upset?
"Finn?", Harmony asked him and he looked up. "Are you okay?"
"Y...Yes", he stammered, brushing off what he had just felt. "I have never felt better before. So... where were we?" He leaned in again to kiss her, and Harmony laughed into his kiss.
Blaine was busy grading the tests of his students and sipping at his Medium Drip when someone rang his doorbell. Groaning, he got up. Who could it be? As far as he knew, he and his two best friends didn't plan anything.
When he opened the door, none other than Hunter, his ex, was standing in front of him.
"Hello, Blaine", he greeted him, already sounding remorseful.
"Hunter", Blaine said coolly. "What are you doing here?"
"I…I wanted to apologize", Hunter admitted sheepishly. "What I did was wrong, and I am so sorry now."
Blaine laughed bitterly. "I could turn a blind eye once, twice, yes, even four times. But after the fifth time, enough was enough."
"Please give me a second chance, Blaine.", Hunter pleaded. "I will change, I promise. I swear to god, I will…"
"No", Blaine said insistently. "No, no, no." Their breakup still hurt, and he really didn't want to tear open old wounds that almost healed. It took them so long to heal.
"You hurt me bad, Hunter, and you don't deserve another chance. So please leave", Blaine ordered, crossing his arms.
"I'm sure I have a good reason to make you change your mind", Hunter retorted softly.
"Which is?"
"This." With that, Hunter pulled Blaine closer – and kissed him. Blaine made a protesting noise with his mouth, but his heartbeat quickened, and his knees got as soft as butter. And finally, he gave in to his craving. Yes, he hated Hunter with every inch of his body, but he was a great kisser. And even better in…
Overwhelmed by lust, they both stumbled into Blaine's apartment, Blaine dizzily slammed his door shut. He was sure that he would regret soon what they were about to do, but he couldn't care less at the moment. After all, he was just a guy with needs he could no longer ignore. Hunter was just a means to an end, nothing more.
That's what he kept on telling himself as long as he could think clearly.
Blindly, Blaine dragged Hunter to his bed without stopping kissing him, trying to undo the annoying zipper of his ex's jeans.
…
"As you can see, this outfit looks more like what our target group would wear", Kurt said, standing in front of the meeting table and presenting the sketch of the outfit.
Aisha, a stylish Muslim woman with blue eyes and a hijab, cocked her head to the side. "Why does that look kind of remind me of Sailor Moon? I mean, that blue mini sailor skirt and that white blouse are obviously screaming Bunny Tsukino."
Kurt blushed and rubbed his neck. "That's not true, that's…pure coincidence. And besides, Sailor Moon was a great series that made my early childhood."
"Yes, and also great for guys that need some jack-off-material", Tabetha muttered, and some of her colleagues laughed.
"Just laugh, but you won't laugh anymore after the kids of this continent started wearing exactly those outfits…" He trailed off and his eyes widened. All he could do was stare with an open mouth.
His coworkers and his boss followed his glance, but there was nothing but their meeting desk.
"I. Can't. Believe. It. NOT AGAIN!", Kurt yelled, absolutely scandalous. "Oh my GOSH! You got to be kidding me!"
Because Blaine was about to make out with his ex NAKEDLY.
On their freaking meeting desk. Kurt was close to puking. He would never be able to touch that desk without gloves ever again.
He forced himself not to look at what happened in front of his eyes. Instead, he threw his hands up in exasperation. "That's it. I give up." He rushed over to the door, throwing his coworkers plus his boss apologetic glances. "I…I don't feel good. I will take off the rest of this day. I can mail you the rest of my sketches, we will talk about them as soon as…"
Those hooligans on the table stopped having sex in front of his mind's eyes.
"…I feel better." Without waiting for their reaction, Kurt rushed out of the meeting room and back to the thankfully empty bathroom, scowling at Blaine who was still pretty busy with sticking his tongue down his ex's throat.
"What the hell, Anderson?!"
…
Blaine jerked back when he heard Kurt's pissed voice.
"Kurt", he wheezed, quickly covering himself. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same", Kurt scoffed, pointing at Hunter who was about to kiss Blaine's neck. "I thought he broke your little pathetic heart?"
"He kind of did", Blaine admitted contritely. "But you know, I have to do what I have to do, if you understand what I mean."
"But not with that jerk of all people!", Kurt almost yelled. "He doesn't deserve you. He hurt you and you are letting him get away with that."
Blaine sighed while he let Hunter caress his hips. "And what else am I supposed to do, Mr. Know-It-All?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course I need to clean up your mess.", he sighed theatrically. "Get off me, Clarington", he said roughly, noticing that his words came out of Blaine's mouth now. "The show's over. Grab your things and leave, I don't want to see your insufferable mug again. Never again, are we clear?"
Hunter blinked in surprise. "But it was about to get funny now", he complained. "Please, Blainers. You know you want it."
Kurt could literally feel how close Blaine was to giving in, but luckily, he was the one who was in control now.
"Get the hell out of my apartment!", he yelled. "Or shall I help along with getting you out of here?", he added belligerently.
Blaine's ex lifted his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I got it", he muttered, quickly gathering his pants and his shirt after having put on his boxers. "Someone's in a bad mood…" Before he went out of the door, he turned around one last time. "In case you change your mind, we could…"
"Leave, goddammit!", Kurt roared with narrowed eyes, crossing his arms angrily.
Finally, Hunter left, and Kurt turned to Blaine, still looking mad. "Why?"
"Why what?", Blaine asked, sheepishly looking down.
"Why did you put up with how he acts? He's a jerk, and we both know it. Instead of giving him the brush-off, you reward him with sexual services? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I'm not perfect, I'm aware!", Blaine answered with a frown. "But I'm only human, okay?"
Kurt sadly shook his head when he left the building and hailed a cab. When he sat in the vehicle, he retrieved his phone, pretending that he had a phone call so that the taxi driver didn't look at him weirdly. "Yes, but you are pretending you don't deserve better. But you do. You deserve someone who is on a par with you. Someone who understands you. Someone…"
"…like you?", Blaine cut him off.
When he said that sentence, Kurt's eyes widened. "Blaine…"
"What is it?" Blaine looked at him challengingly. "Don't tell me there is nothing going on between us, okay? That tension…that's more than ambivalence. You like me and I like you more than we want to admit to ourselves."
"But I have…"
"…Vince, I know", he sighed. "Your fiancé, I understand. And I would never demand from you to end your relationship with him. I'm not that kind of person that destroys relationships."
Kurt nodded slowly. "Thank you.", he whispered.
"But I will wait.", Blaine said, determined. "I will wait for you, no matter how long. Someday, you will be mine, and I will be yours."
Kurt was at a loss of words, mad at himself his mind couldn't think of a snappy answer. For some reason, a cold shiver was running down his spine when Blaine said that sentence. He could still feel it when he walked up the stairs to his apartment fifteen minutes later after their connection broke off.
Still shocked, Kurt unlocked the door.
And yelped once again when he saw Finn and that girl, Harmony or something, on their couch who were about to do it.
"I have to admit, you are indeed more talented in satisfying a woman than in preparing lattes", Harmony purred and let out a moan. "Come on, give it to me, Hudson"
"Oh, for CRYING out loud!"
The couple startled, looked up and quickly covered themselves with blankets. Finn's eyes widened when he spotted Kurt on the doorway, his hair was a mess. "Dude, I thought you were still at work?"
Frustrated, Kurt banged his head against the door frame repeatedly. "Why the hell do I keep on walking in on people lately?!"
Covering his eyes, he quickly ran to his room and slammed his door shut. After having seen three couples who were about to have sex, he was convinced he needed some kind of therapy, otherwise, he would never get those images out of his mind and go crazy.
I really enjoyed writing that chapter, hehe. I hope I didn't cross a line or something...