Private Messages

Chapter 10

Author's Notes; Surprise. It's a new chapter already. Don't be a stranger. Let me know your thoughts.

"Hey babe. What are you doing here!" Kurt exclaimed, rising from his desk chair and embracing Blaine in a warm embrace.

"I brought lunch. I knew that you've been so busy lately that you skip lunch sometimes. Lauren ratted you out," Blaine said with a smile.

"If you don't leave for lunch, I can't leave for lunch and that makes me bitchy and hungry, which is not a good combination. So yeah, when loverboy called asking if you'd eaten lunch, I sold you out. Did you bring the eggrolls?" She asked, grabbing the bag from a startled Blaine.

"Yeah, check the box on top."

"Fanx" She said while taking a bite of an eggroll.

"Um, you're welcome," Blaine replied, shaking his head in disbelief. "Um, Lauren, can Kurt and I eat in private? I kind of had something I'd like to discuss with him."

"Oh, I see. Teen Angel here tried to butter me up with food so that he could fit in an afternoon booty call. Go ahead. I'll turn my head," Lauren said.

"Wait, is she serious?" Blaine asked as he stuck his fork into the carton of orange chicken.

Kurt burst out in hysterical laughter. "Of course not. Lauren, we're fine. You want to call Elijah in here and see if he wants something?"

Blaine cocked his head to the side. "Who's Elijah? Did Isabelle get a new intern?"

"No. He's my assistant. Well, he is an assistant. Isabelle hired him for me last week to lighten the load for us since Chase took that other job at Elle," Kurt said as he rolled his eyes. "He's pretty great. He actually runs and gets us lunch most days, but we were up against a deadline the other day and I needed him to help me finish. He is basically me, before the promotion," Kurt grinned.

Blaine smiled. "That's great, Kurt. I'm glad you told Isabelle you were taking it. I can't wait to read your articles about Men's Fashion Week."

"You won't have a lot of time. We'll be doing last minute wedding stuff. It's going to be a busy week, I get two things I have always dreamed of; to cover New York Fashion Week and marry the most handsome man in America."

"Yeah, Cooper," Blaine laughed. "Remember you admitted that you thought he was the hottest guy you'd ever seen."

"Until I saw you. And you act better. Clearly, I got the better sibling."

Blaine chuckled. "Don't let him hear you say that. He's still disappointed that he's not the best man."

"Eh hmmm"

Blaine looked up to see who entered the room, and immediately, he felt his whole body tense up. A skinny brunette about Kurt's age was perched in the doorway. "So those pictures of you and Mr. Anderson weren't photoshopped after all. Are you going to introduce us?"

"Well, obviously, you know this is Blaine. Blaine, this is Elijah, the new assistant." Kurt said with a grin.

"I'm a huge fan. Partners is like, my favorite show. Although I don't care too much for that Emmett guy. Kurt keeps saying he's not jealous that you've been locking lips with the guy." Eli said as he trusted his hand toward Blaine.

Blaine shook his hand and tried to retract, but Elijah tightens his grip.

Kurt shoots Elijah a glare. "Elliott and I were friends before he started on the show. I trust Blaine and Elliott. Besides, I happen to know that he likes kissing me better."

"It's gotta be better than kissin' Sam Evans. That guy looks like one of those egg-sucking snakes, you know. Like if you aren't careful, he'd swallow you whole. Although, some guys like that kinda stuff," Elijah finally released Blane's hand. Blaine immediately squirted some sanitizer from Kurt's desk into his palm when Elijah turned toward Kurt. "So did you need anything, or did you finally realized that I was owed the pleasure of meeting this guy?" Elijah asked, winking at Blaine.

"Um Elijah, would you mind to go to that little cafe across the street and get me a herbal tea? Blaine forgot to get me a drink." Kurt said casually.

Blaine eyed Kurt suspiciously. "But Babe, I-" Blaine said in confusion/

"He's like that, so forgetful. Please?" Kurt asked again.

"Yeah, sure. Honey lemon, right? I'll be back in a few minutes. Save me a bite of that orange chicken, will ya?" the assistant called out to Blaine as he stepped out of the door.

"Such a weirdo," Lauren said, sticking her head in the door. "I thought I saw you holding a drink carrier, Blaine."

Blaine scratched his forehead. "I did. What was that about, Kurt?"

"Oh, he wanted me to arrange a meeting with you. He really is a huge fan. He never shuts up about the show. He's constantly asking for spoilers. But I could tell you were uncomfortable. You ok?"

"He's got a firm grip, that one. He seems to be a good assistant," Blaine said with a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Oh, he is. He pays attention to small details. I never told him what I drink. He picked up on that. And he's a fantastic editor."

"He's a total skeez," Lauren interjected. "I thought I was gonna have to come in here and rescue your fiance from the lynx. Have you seen the size of those paws?"

Kurt shook his head. "Oh Lauren, Eli's great. Saves me a lot of time. You just don't trust him yet."

"I don't trust anybody. It's the nature of the job. Although, if people weren't total assholes, I wouldn't be employed, so I guess it isn't all bad. Anyways, thanks for the food, Reynolds."

"Reynolds?" Blaine questioned, cocking his head sideways.

"Burt Reynolds. It's the eyebrows. That's a compliment. He was a good lookin' guy in his younger days."

"Um, thank you," Blaine said He took another bite of his orange chicken. His phone buzzed in his pocket. "Crap, that's Artie. He wants us to redo a scene."

"Oh ok. Thanks for bringing me lunch. Love you." Kurt said, raising up to kiss Blaine's cheek. "Wait, didn't you need to talk?"

"It's fine. We'll talk more tonight, ok," Blaine said. "See you tonight. Love you too. Bye Lauren."

"Later, Reynolds," she laughed as Blaine walked out of the office. "That was sweet of him."

"Shameless. I can't believe you conned my fiance into bringing you lunch."

Lauren took another bite of her eggroll. "What? Don't pretend like you don't appreciate it."

"I do. And he's the kinda guy that would do it every day if I asked him to do so. I mean, for the first few months that we lived together, he made me breakfast in bed. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he talked you into telling me that it was your idea for him to get us lunch."

Lauren averted his gaze.

"Oh my God. It was his idea. He was checking on me."

"Look, I told him he could drop in from time to time. Although I did warn him against he sneaking in, because I might accidentally taser his ass, and then you'd hate me, and I wouldn't be able to do my job as sufficiently. You should be flattered that he cares so much."

"Oh, I am. I just don't want to give him a reason to worry. All of this stuff with the lawsuit and now the threats. He's not sleeping well. He'd never say anything out loud, but I can tell that this is all taking a toll on him. Maybe after he saw there was nothing to worry about though, maybe he can relax a little."

"Um, Kurt. It bothers me that you think that this Blainiac guy is harmless. Blaine's right to be concerned. This guy is seriously off his hinges, and I don't think he's playing around. Besides, I believe after meeting your new assistant, Blaine will be dropping in a little more often."

"You think he's attracted to Elijah?"

"Uh uh. I believe he thinks Elijah wants in that second skin that you insist on calling jeans. I think if Eli would have stuck around any longer, he would have had two nice, round holes burned into his forehead from the laser beam blazing from Blaine's retinas."

"Oh, please," Kurt said, his eyes rolling playfully. "Blaine isn't really the jealous type."

"It's not jealousy. I think he's just super-protective of you, and I think that's sweet. Actually, it kinda makes me want to hurl.

"Kurt, I have the drinks. I got you that tea you- where's Blaine?" Elijah asked, looking around the room.

"He got called back to the studio. He said it was nice to meet you, though," Kurt replied.

"He seemed thrilled, especially since you sent me to get something that he already brought,' Elijah said, eyeing the styrofoam cups still in the carrier on Kurt's desk.

"Yeah," Kurt said, looking down at his desktop to avoid his assistant's stare.

"It's ok, Kurt. You could have just said I want a few moments alone with my smokin' hot fiance so he can ravage me in my office. I would've taken the hint. Besides, you know anything you say in this room won't be repeated. Scouts honor," Elijah said, holding up the universal boy scout sign.

"I'm sorry. Next time I won't send you on some silly errand. I'll just be honest with you and tell you I want you to get lost in the photography department for like half an hour," Kurt joked.

"Half an hour? That's it? If I had 'Mr. Sex on a Stick' in my office, I think we'd be tied up a little longer than half an hour. Or at least he would be," Elijah said, closing his eyes and shivering, as though he was picturing it in his mind.

"Elijah, that ringing sound. I'm not sure but I think that might be a telephone, and I'm pretty sure it's in your job description to answer here so my boy can finish his chicken." Lauren said.

Elijah winced and hurried out the door to answer the phone.

Kurt shook his head. "Girl, remember that discussion we had about delicacy in one's tone. If you would have said that any fiercer, we'd have to remove him from the ceiling."

"Sorry, not sorry. He just called your fiance sex on a stick and insinuated that he wanted to bind and gag him in your office. I know you like him, but I just don't trust that kid."

"I thought you said you don't trust anyone," Kurt said with a smirk.

"I don't, except for maybe Reynolds. That guy would probably thank a robber for taking all his money and tell him where his spare cash is in his wallet. There's not a malicious bone in that man's body, is there. Although, I bet he could kick some serious ass if he needed too. He a boxer, right?"

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "How did you know that?"

"Scuffed knuckles. Also his stance. I'd like to see 'Fetch' try to tie him up. I'd pay to see the beatdown that'd ensue," she chuckled. "By the way, thanks for the chapter. That's some hot stuff, although I feel bad for Emmett. Sad sack! He doesn't stand a chance, much like Fetch with your fiance. Well, I best be getting back to my post so you can be a least a little productive today. Thanks again for lunch. Oh, Kurt. Isabelle said she needed to speak to you earlier. Why don't you go check if she's in your office?"

Kurt nodded. "Thanks." He got up from his desk chair and dropped the empty cartons into the waste can and exited his office.

Lauren immediately hurried to his desk and sat down in his chair, silently cursing her skinny boss. She quickly logged into Kurt's email and sighed in frustration. No new emails from Blainiac. Deep down, she hoped that Kurt was right, and this guy was just an internet troll, but the strong feeling in her gut told her otherwise. That and the threatening note scrawled out on a post-it that was attached to his monitor before he arrived. She closed out the browser and exited the office as quickly as she entered. She grabbed her cell from her pocket and hit the speed dial.

"Wes, I'm gonna stop by after my shift is over. There was another message today. No, not in his email. This one was in his office."