One week ago, things were incredible. Kurt's father was recovering from his heart attack. The damage was minimal, and Burt was able to get around fairly well. He and Kurt had finally gotten the courage to say how they had really felt, and he thought he had a real shot at that promotion.
Now, all of that had gone to hell in one moment of indiscretion, although Blaine didn't regret quitting. What he did regret was what happened after.
Two hours after everything went down, Blaine found himself in the company of Santana, Tina, Nick, and Elliott in his office, and they were all pissed off. They helped him pack his things as they took turns ranting about what had happened.
"That bastard! Blaine, you need to protect yourself. That song? Did you copyright it? Go through legal?" Nick asked. "You know what a shitshow that will be, and you deserve to have the rights to it."
Blaine nodded. "Of course I do. And I did what I always do. I sent a copy of it to myself, unopened in an envelope. But I also saw legal right after I decided to use the song for the campaign. Actually, the paperwork wasn't signed yet, so they don't have rights to it, and I don't think I'll let those go cheap," Blaine shrugged.
"Did Kurt already leave?" Tina asked. "I thought you two were hooking up, but I didn't want to say anything."
Blaine nodded. "Yeah. He packed his stuff and said he was going to head out, call his dad, see how he's doing. I'm going to stop by tonight, and tell him I'm sorry for everything. He was so afraid this was going to happen. It's my fault." Blaine said, collapsing in his chair. "I told dad I'd clean out my office tonight so I hope you guys don't mind if I do that now so I can get home to Kurt."
"It's not right, man." Elliott said. "It's clear homophobia. You could go to HR."
"My dad is the CEO," Blaine sighed as he finished copying any personal files off of his computer. He moved them to his personal drive. "She works for him, and honestly, I knew the consequences, and I went against company policy. Besides, he didn't fire me. He fired Kurt. I quit, although policy said that he should have fired me too. It's ok. Kurt can find another job. He said that he'd talk to Isabelle. See if she'd give him a good reference."
"He'll find something," Nick said. "He's so good at what he does. He'll get hired in an instant. Actually, if they find out that he was fired, Body Formations will snatch him up in no time."
"Hey, I have an idea," Tina said. "Let's go out. Rachel was throwing herself a party, and I say that we all blow her off, and hang out with Kurt and Blaine, you know, before shit hits the fan."
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, as he took the items out of the top of his drawer and put them in a box.
"The music department is furious," Elliott said. "I got off the phone with Mercedes, and she said, and I quote, "Oh hell to the no!" Elliott, said, hand on his hip and pretending to do a hair flip but failing because his hair was stiff with product. "She was outraged. She said there was no way in hell that she'd work under Rachel Berry."
"Let's do that. Callbacks, eight o'clock." Tina affirmed, nodding her head at Blaine as if that would be all it took to persuade him.
"I'll ask Kurt. I need to go and make sure that he's ok. He was really upset." Blaine said, picking up his phone and calling Kurt. "He won't pick up my calls."
"I'm sure things are fine. He's upset. He's probably at his apartment, stress cleaning, or talking to his lawyer," Nick said. "Did you know I had to talk Jeff out of storming into HR? He's pissed about this. He loves Kurt. And you. Man, it's not going to be the same around here without you two."
"I still think we should go in there and give Mr. A a piece of our minds," Tina huffed.
"I'll give him a piece of my heel, straight up his ass," Santana spat. "Such a big asshole, maybe that'll make him think twice."
"Down girl," Tina warned. "You're already on probation."
"Thanks, guys, but it'll all work out," Blaine said. "I need to go. But I'll call if Kurt wants to go out. I'll miss you all, and I hope that everything smooths over."
Elliott leaned over and whispered in Nick's ear. "Shit is about to hit the fan."
Nick sighed in agreement. "Should we jump ship or continue to play our instruments while the Titanic sinks?"
"Hell, I'm a masochist, so I'm gonna stick around and watch it happen,"
Blaine went straight to Kurt's apartment as soon as he left the office. He knocked and knocked, calling out Kurt's name until the super came out.
"Dude, what the hell? Some people are trying to sleep."
"I just need to talk to Kurt. He's not answering," Blaine replied.
"He turned in his key. A moving truck left about an hour ago. He said something about going home to Idaho or something."
"Ohio."
The super shrugged. "Same difference."
Blaine tried calling Kurt again and still there was no reply. It was like that for two days. He kept trying to send him texts to no avail. He knew he must've sent over a hundred. He finally got a reply.
Kurt: Hey. After I went back to my apartment, I got a call from Carole. Dad is in the hospital again. It wasn't another heart attack, but he fell after trying to do things around the house that the doctor had advised him not to do. I decided to go back home for a while. It's not like I have a job or anything to come back to.
Blaine: You had me to come back to. I told you we'd figure it out.
Kurt: The desk clerk was asking me how we were going to pay for all of this. I don't have a job, and dad let his insurance lapse when he decided to close up the shop. He thought he was terminating the shop's insurance, but he ended up telling them to cancel it all, including his. I don't know how we're going to pay for everything.
Blaine: We could figure it out together. Kurt, we're a couple. I have some money. I could help.
Kurt: I'm not sure that we should do this anymore. I'm moving back to Ohio. I can't talk anymore. It hurts too much, ok. I'm sorry Blaine. This was all my fault.
Blaine: No. This was my father's fault. Please, let's talk about this. I don't want to be without you.
Kurt: I need to go. Goodbye. I love you.
Blaine: I 'm not saying goodbye to you. I'll see you soon.
Blaine opened his laptop and opened his email. He had a lot of work to do.
Kurt stared at his phone. I'll see you soon? What the hell did that mean? He sat at the table at his father's house, his head in his hands.
"Son, it'll be ok. We've been in worse situations."
"I just got this email. It's from Body Formations. They want to meet with me. I emailed them to tell them I wasn't handling the account anymore, and it seems that Emily is none too thrilled about it.
"And who is Emily? Burt asked, scratching his head.
"Emily Simmons. She's the head designer at Body Formations, the company we gave the presentation to. She wants me to stop by tomorrow. She asked me to bring my portfolio."
"What do you think she wants?" Carole asked as she stirred the soup that she got out of the freezer that Kurt had cooked up the last time he was there.
"I think she wants to offer me a job."
Kurt couldn't believe what just happened. Not only had Emily offered him an incredible job, but it came with a huge signing bonus, and it was enough to pay off his dad's medical bills. Or at least enough to make a large dent in them. He would also be the head of the marketing department. Kurt's head was spinning. The last he'd heard, they didn't have a marketing department, but Emily explained to him that they were expanding. She also explained to him that they had fired Anderson Advertising.
"I don't understand," Kurt said, scratching his head in the meeting.
"After I had heard that they had terminated you and Blaire,"
"Blaine," Kurt corrected, frowning as he thought of the beautiful, curly-haired man. "His name is Blaine."
"Yes, the beautiful man with the flat hair." She laughed. "Tell that man that a dollop of hair gel is enough. Not everyone is lucky enough to have curls, and he plasters them to his head. But your boyfriend is still very beautiful."
"We're not boyfriends anymore, but you aren't wrong. He is gorgeous," Kurt frowned, forcing back tears. "So tell me what I'll be doing in this new department."
"You'll be in charge of marketing. You'll need a team. Perhaps a curly-haired musician and some other talented people you know." Emily said slyly.
"They live in New York," Kurt replied matter-factly.
"And so will you. We're opening an office in New York, darling, and I need somebody to run it. Somebody with fashion experience, and who knows how to handle both the fashion and business side of things. I know that you are new to the business, so I recruited someone who came highly recommended.
"Hi, Kurt."
Kurt turned around to see Blaine behind him. "Blaine." He jumped up from his seat and hugged Blaine with so much force that Blaine almost lost his footing.
"I told you I wasn't saying goodbye to you."
"What happened? How are you here?" Kurt shrieked.
"There's this thing. It's called an airplane," Blaine laughed.
"I meant, why? Why are you here?"
"I told you that we could figure it out together. I said that I wanted you. Us. I emailed Emily the day everything happened, and she was very displeased. We had been in charge of their account, and she wanted us. She apparently called my dad, and promptly fired Anderson Advertising from the account. She contacted me and asked if we could still handle everything. She hired me to run the New York Branch. I told her I wouldn't do it without you, and maybe a few others. Look at the screen." Emily had turned her laptop around and on the screen in front of him, courtesy of Zoom was Santana, Nick, Jeff, and Elliott.
"What's going on?"
"We quit," they said nearly in unison.
"Actually, I got fired," Santana blurted, "but it was totes worth it after what Mr. A. did to you, Blaine, and Britt. He's a homophobic asshole who deserves to have that stick removed from his ass, so I offered my assistance. Elliott had to bail me out of jail."
Kurt laughed. "What happened when all of you walked out," Kurt inquired.
"Oh, it was a shitstorm before we even got to HR. Apparently, Rachel pissed off her whole team at the very first meeting, and everyone was either putting in notices or begging for a transfer. And since we quit, there are plenty of positions in the fashion department," Nick replied. "I'm sorry, Emily. I forgot you were here. I apologize for the profanity."
"We're all adults here, darling. Just don't do it in front of clients," Mrs. Simmons warned. "Unless they're people like Blaine's father. Then, you can tell that asshole to go to hell," she replied candidly.
Blaine almost choked. "He's my father, ma'am."
"Doesn't make my previous statement any less true," Emily replied. "But I am sorry. I'm sorry that you have a father that doesn't see your worth. Here at Body Formations, we promise not to let that happen. I got your gorgeous boyfriend to sign on. Do we have a deal?"
Blaine shook her hand. "Kurt, Will you come back to New York?"
"I gave up my apartment," Kurt blurted.
"You could live with me," Elliott volunteered.
"I've shared space with you before, and I got sexiled," Kurt blurted.
"I have two bedrooms and I don't enjoy voyeurism, so we'd keep it in the bedroom. I swear. I'm not even seein' anybody" Elliott said, holding his hand to his heart.
"Never stopped him before," Nick stage whispered to Jeff. Jeff just giggled and kissed Nick's cheek.
"Or, you could room with me," Blaine offered. "We could make it work. We've done it before."
"Wanky," Santana laughed, winking. "I've been wanting to say something about the two of you since you started bumpin' uglies, but I figured you guys thought you were being discreet."
"How the hell did you know?" Blaine asked, scratching his chin in confusion.
"I'm like Monk, except I'm attractive, and I don't have ODD, or ASD, or LSD, Whatever the hell it's called," Santana said, perching her hand on her hip and flipping her hair. "But I just have this ability to pick up on little details. Like the way Kurt would rub the back of his hand when you did something he thought was hot, or the way you'd bite your lip when Hummel would bend over in front of you. You two always found a way to be alone together, and you were always the last to go to bed when we went on trips. Not to mention all of the eye fuckin."
"Santana," Kurt screeched, his face blood-red from embarrassment.
"Truth," Santana shrugged. "It was like foreplay, the way you two would send your signals, with you, Kurt, revealing more skin as time went along and wearing pants that were like a second skin. The way you would remove a layer of clothing when Blaine would enter the room, like your body temperature was a freakin' volcano, and you were about to explode. And Blaine, the hornier you were, the brighter your clothing choices. You two were like gay peacocks, struttin' and showin' off for one another. It was quite entertainin' when it wasn't borderin' on desperation. I was about to throw you a party after you two finally got your heads outta your asses and put dicks in them instead."
"Alright, maybe we will have to have a little talk about appropriate office speak," Emily laughed. "Although she's right about the heart eyes. I think my whole team had bets riding on you two. I said that you two would be hookin' up that second night you were here, with all the talk about how you wear shapers, and the way young Anderson's pupils would darken every time. It was like foreplay."
"Foreplay. Hell, after watching them, I needed a cigarette," Jeff laughed. "And I don't even smoke."
Emily cleared her throat. "I see I'm going to have my hands full with all of you, aren't I?" she chuckled. "That is, if you're up for it, Mr. Hummel. Are you on board?"
"Is this all really happening?" Kurt asked, shaking his head.
"Is that a yes? Blaine asked, extending his arms out to Kurt.
Yes," Kurt nearly shouted, launching himself into Blaine's arms again.
"Ok, so if this is going to be a thing, I'm going to have to invest in earplugs," Emily laughed.
"I definitely think that's a good idea," Elliott agreed.
