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Kurt could feel the rays of light produced by the sun, seaping through the closed blinds and shine directly on to his face. He knew he had to wake up soon, he had to meet a realtor about the new building he wanted to establish his clothing company at, then he had to be back at his house by late afternoon so the Rooms-to-Go men could deliver the couches, and on top of it all.. Blaine was coming tonight. Oh yes, he has very busy schedule today. A lot of things needed to be done in a very short amount of time.
Kurt opened his glasz eyes and read the clock that was perched on the nightstand.
"Mmm, 7:30?" He yawned while stretching out his limbs. 'Should probably get up now.' he mentally sighed and pulled the coers off of his body and at least attempted to get out of bed when strongs arms tightened the hold on him. Kurt turned his head to face a sleeping Puck. A smile grew across his features and he raised a hand to massage the sleeping latino's face, his scruff tickling Kurt's palm. 'Nother five or ten minutes wouldn't hurt.' He thought and snuggled up to Noah and closed his eyes, falling swiftly into a deep slumber.
"Kurt amorcito!" Maria's voice sang as she walked through the hallways and opened up the door to her son's bedroom. "Breakfast is re - Oh!" the latina stopped dead in her tracks and stood there to let the image she was currently viewing sink in.
There in her in the bed was her son, who had a boyfriend, snuggling up to Kurt, who was married. It wasn't even nuzzling. Legs were intertwined, hands were laced together, they faced one another with Kurt's free hand cupping her son's face. If she hadn't known they were asleep she would've been easily convinced that they were having a rather heavy make-out session.
Maria's eyebrows furrowed with dissapointment. She didn't raise her little hijo to be a cheater, however her mood swiftly changed from a frown into a small smile. She liked Kurt. He was much better than Sam. 'Mucho mejor que Sam.' The elder latina thought. Now she wasn't the one approve cheating, who does really? Kurt though... she liked Kurt a lot. She could tell her little hijo was happy with him considering his big goofy smile he had plastered on his face.
She took a deep breath before turning around and silently shutting the door. She'll let them continue their sleep.
Kurt heard the soft click of the door and opened his eyes to meet Noah's sleeping form yet again.
"Hmm Good morning Noah." Kurt giggled quietly and earned a soft moan from the man. Kurt turned his head to read the clock again which read '7:55 a.m.' in bright red. Okay, he really needed to get up now. It took him a few ties, but he finally wiggled himself free from Puck's strong grasp and gathered up the excess clothing scattered around the floor. He made it down stairs to see Santana eating a bowl of cereal and Brittany pouring a glass of O.J.
"Hey chicas." Kurt greeted.
"Buenos dias Kurt." Santana and Brittany replied simultaneously and greeted him with comforting smiles.
"Hey Santana, could drive me back to my house? I have a very important meeting for by design company that I must attend, the Rooms-to-Go will be dropping off the couches today, Blaine is arriving tonight and o top of that I'm behind on my early morning skincare regime!"
"Whoa there Princess! Calm yo tits!" Santana chuckled trying to take in the information.
"Um, I don't have tits..."
"Its a metaphorical... nevermind I'll be happy to take you sweetie." Santana finished her bowl, slurping down the remaining milk.
"Thank you!" Kurt beamed "Bye Brittany it was a pleasure meeting you!"
"Bye Burt!" "It's Kurt, babe." Santana corrected her placing a soft kiss on her girlfriend's lips. "Right." Brittany smiled.
"So how long have you and Brittany been together?" Kurt asked relaxing into the passenger seat as Santana pulled out of the neighborhood.
"We'll lets see. I met her senior year in college, we started dating on the 18th of November that year. It's August 23 today, so in November we'll have been together for four years."
"Four years? Ooh, girl that's a long time. Have you ever thought of getting married?" Kurt asked, getting even more intrigued with the conversation.
"I've been thinking about it alot actually. I already purchased a ring, and I've been thinking of proposing on our anniversary."
"That's really sweet! I better be invited to the wedding!" Kurt said.
"Oh sweetie, with the way you design you're bangin' outfits, you might be designing our dresses okay?" Santana snapped her fingers as well as Kurt. "Now let's talk about the giant elephant in the room."
"And what may that be?" the pale boy asked.
"Why, your crush on my cousin of course." Santana answered with a bright smile on her face.
Kurt nearly choked on the invisible lump that quickly formed in his throat. "Um *cough.* ...come again?" "Oh don't try to hide it from me, Ms. Honey. I see the way you look at Naoh. I can see the lust forming in your eyes and don't think that I haven't noticed the growing bulge or the shuddering-slash-whimpering noised you make when he makes contact with you either."
Kurt sighed in defeat. "I can't believe you found that out... and so quick too. I thought for sure I was hiding my attraction pretty well."
"Oh, hon. I find out everything." She flipped her long ebony hair. "It's in my nature." She snapped her fingers again.
"I feel so terrible though. Should I, a married man, be having these thoughts? I keep telling myself that when Blaine gets here it'll all go back to normal and I'll be more focused on my husband than Noah but I don't even think that will be enough to cure my unhealthy fantasy. Ugh! Am I a horrible person? To be thinking about fucking someone other than my own husband?"
Silence filled the car. Just silence. It was a becoming bit awkward and Kurt was hoping for her to say something. Anything really.
"Well... I really don't know what to say Kurt."
Kurt let out a sad sigh, before he heard her chuckle. "Nevermind, yes I do. I know exactly what the position you're in. Trust me, I've been in it myself. How did you think I ended up with Brittany?"
"Well I thought you were just single." Kurt repsonded.
"Nah, I was seeing this girl named Alannah at the time. I could've sworn she would be the one for me. I loved her alot. Truly I did. Brittany though... there was just something different about her you know? I know that is the most frequently used line in the book, but you could find someone who is the perfect match for you in everywway right down to the favorite magazine articles, or you could someone who you are constantly finding new things about. Someone who keeps you interested and thrilled and is unpredictable. Someone that excites you to know end. Having a alot of things in common is nice, but you don't want to date your clone now. That's not cute sweetie. After a while you'll get fed up with it. Like I did with Alannah."
"Wow, I never really put it in that perspective before." Kurt spoke in a hushed tone.
"I mean, hey this is just the way I see. Blaine could very much be you're one and only. But consider this, you're only twenty-four. You have your whole life ahead of you if Blaine isn't what you thought you might be than atleast you learned it now than at the age of like sixty. Because than your life is like practically over and no one wants a wrinkly old guy." Kurt rubbed his skin softly with a disgusted face. He didn't want to think about wrinkles now! "And in all honesty Puck's hot, I'm pretty sure you're not the only hitched man who drooled over him."
Santana pulled into the driveway and let Kurt out of the car. "Thanks San, you know, about the talk."
"Sure thing Ms. Honey." she snapped her fingers for the third time before flipping her hair. "Just take some time to consider youre options." Kurt nodded and shut the door. Santana pulled out of the driveway and made her way down the street.
*snap, snap, hair flip* haha Kurt loved that girl.
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Kurt didn't waste any time upon entering his house. He quickly ran to his suitcase pieced together a fierce outfit that consisted of a tight, white v-neck, leather jacket, witha pair of his own designer jeans that he made sure hug his legs like a second skin, and a pair of black boots that came up to mid, lower leg. After he conjured up his outfit he rushed into the bathroom and grabbed all of his necessities for his power shower which was a included a quickie facial. He only did power showers when he was in a rush such as today.
Upon finishing he shower, he rushed to the sink to brush his teeth and put on his clothes. Before he knew it Kurt was back out of his house in an hour and was in his Lincoln Navigator heading towards downtown.
He arrived just in time to his meeting and took a seat at the long table near the front.
To keep the long, boring business short. The meeting was basically a congratulations to Kurt for expanding his new store, a few contracts to sign and to sign the the lease for the new building his company will being occupying. He got to meet a few head staff members he will be working with and Kurt was pleased to see how kind they were, usually people he first meet will be uptight and conceited but Quinn, his new secretary, Rachel, his new assistant, and Tina, who will be his first manager of his first store were very straight forward, and comforting. They all greeted wth warm smiles and comforting hugs.
All in all the meeting was a success just as Kurt planned and very tiresome... just as Kurt also expected.
"A toast to Kurt!" One of the business men announced as he raised a glass of champaign, other following.
Kurt nodded and smiled and clinged his glass with the others and gulped down his drink. He heard his stomache rumbling. It wasn't just a small growl, no. It was a big 'I'm mother-fucking hungry get me a damn buffet!' growl. Kurt was pretty sure everyone in the boardroom and their mother could hear his belly roar. 'Shut the fuck up, Damn you! Kurt mentally cursed at his stomache.
The meeting was soon over and The young, pale man exited the building quickly and made his way to a little sandwhich shop he saw across the street when he entered his building earlier that day.
He entered the restaurant and took a whiff of the air. He closed his eyes and exhaled. "Oh my Gaga, It smells so good in here." He spoke to himself before seating himself in a spare booth. where he was quickly accompanied by a waiter.
"Good afternoon sir, welcome Tony's Sandwhich Shop, what ma- Oh, it's you!" Kurt quickly turned his head. "Pardon?" ... Kurt didn't expect his gaze to fall on Sam... Noah's boyfriend.
"Oh no, you work here?" Kurt scrunched his nose in disgust. He hated Sam.
"I sure do, babe." he winked. Kurt just ignored him and returned back to the menu.
"I'll take sweet tea." Kurt ordered still not facing the blonde waiter.
"Alrighty, one sweet tea for my fair prince." he smirked.
"Flattery will get you nowhere. Now go." Kurt could see why Santana and the other's didn't like him. This guy was too much of a flirt. And is a cheating asshole. The very thought of being in the same building with Sam made him uncomfortable. He would've left the second he saw the douchebag, but he was so hungry though. And the East Shore chicken looked and sounded very appetizing. So Kurt decided to stay and tried to make as minimal contact with Sam as possible.
Speaking of the devil, here he came with Kurt's drink.
"Now what can I get to eat, Princess."
"Don't call me Princess. Ever. And I'll have the West Shore chicken please and thanks." Kurt handed him the menu and started browsing through his phone. "Little fiesty aren't we?"
"I don't like you. And I don't want to see you. So if you please go and prepare my food, that will me much appreciated. Thank you." Kurt said still not turning his gaze from his phone.
"Fine...fucking bitch." Sam mumbled and went off to the fetch Kurt's order. Kurt just smiled and snapped his fingers. Just like Santana.
It took a while but Sam returned with Kurt's food. "Anything else for my diva?"
"Nope." Kurt answered and took a bite of his sandwhich.
He was finished next to no-time and was ready for his check, but before he would leave he ordered another sweet tea to go. Sam came back with his last order and then everything went down hill. It all happened in a quick second. Sam was walking over with the drink then Kurt felt his leg tensed up as he felt a stinging combination of wet and cold fall upon it. He quickly looked down to see his sweet tea spill over his leg with ice cubes falling down the sides.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" He heard Sam shout and took a napkin and started to wipe up the spilled liquid.
"No! No-no-no! You're smearing it! You're making it worse stop!" Kurt yelled trying to push Sam off of him. Then Kurt felt something that he wish he didn't and he knew the real reason how his drink spilled. The feeling of Sam's hand 'slide' across Kurt's crotch just made the embarrassing scene even more uncomfortable.
"Get off me you Neanderthal!" Kurt puch Sam off of him and rushed his way over to the cashier. Sam smiled to himself as he saw the brunette pay for his food and leave. He felt accomplished.
"I can't believe that just happened! Ugh I loathe that fucking blonde haired idiot!" Kurt rushed to the parking garage. On the bright side the drink only spilled on the side of his leg so it actually looked like an accident as opposed to making him look like he pissed himself.
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"I can't believe that fuckin' whore!" Puck slammed his fist down on the countertop. 'Jesus, Papi! Save the anger for when we're in bed!' Kurt thought. Pissed Puck was a sexy Puck. Mmmm.
Him, Noah, Santana and Brittany gathered back at Kurt's house. The delivery men already dropped off the furniture and most of it was put into place. They were taking a little break before they worked on the king sized bed Kurt ordered when Kurt decided to tell the three the events that happened earlier that day. It was pretty clear to say that Noah was pissed.
"I'm done! It's over!" Puck continued to yell as he pulled out his phone and dialed in a number. Most likely Sam's. "Perdoneme!" He said as he walked out to the back porch.
"Well I'm not surprise. Angelina Jolie lips here is just way to predictable." Santana sighed and took a sip of her water. "I wish he could just leave for good this time. He's just to tiresome to deal with." Brittany added and snuggled up her cat, Lord Tubbington, who they brought with them on the way over.
"Damn't it Sam!" Kurt and the girls turned to see Noah screaming at his phone through the sliding glass door.
"Well he's pissed" The darker girl chuckled as the continued to listen to the latino ramble on in spanish with Santana busting out laughing every so often. Damn her for being the only one to know what the hell Noah was saying.
A few very loud minutes later Noah entered back into the house. His face was deep red from all the yelling and he was out of breath. "Siento." he apologized. Está bien Noé, ¿por qué no tomar Kurt al almacén y obtener un poco de vino?" Santana spoke.
Kurt really needed to understand spanish.
"What?"
"She said It's okay and for Noah to take you to the store. and something about uncle vino I believe." Brittany answered him.
"No not uncle vino sweetheart, vino is wine." Santana corrected her lover. "Oh, right!"
"We'll finish up the bed Kurt you and Noah go get some wine," The latina said turning to Kurt. "so when Blaine arrives we can greet him properly." Kurt nodded with agreement and followed a still very heated Noah out to his car.
They were on the road... again... making their way to the store. "I'm sorry if I ruined your good mood, Noah." Kurt said breaking the long silence. "Nah, babe. You're good. I'm actually glad you told me. I really don't need to put with his bullshit anymore. It's been going on for to long. If anything I should be thanking you... so Thank you... for freeing me."
"Like I said, I'll always be here for you when you need me." Kurt replied as he pulled up to the store. They both got out of the car and walked up to the entrance.
"So I'm curious Puck. Now that you're single, what are your plans?"
"Well first thing's first. I'm gonna take my happy ass to the clubs and dance my ass off. Then I'm gonna grab the nearest flamming twink I see and make out with him like there's no fucking mañana!"
"You like flammers?" Kurt giggled.
"Mmm si, pa! They're my fave. I love seeing nice ass in tight jeans. Them flipping their hair when they dance and they always smell so sweet. Most of the time like fruit. Just drives me insane. Especially when they have smooth, milky, white skin." Kurt's face turned to a deep crimson as the latino continued on. "Just my type. I love making them feel vulnerable in my arms. Makes the sex even greater."
"Sounds, well great." Kurt smiled.
"Mhmm, It is great." Kurt could feel puck wrap a strong arm around his shoulder which made him want to melt.
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They picked out a bottle of wine, paid for it at the cash register and made their way back to Kurt's home. Santana and Brittany were done with the bed by the time they got back and they rushed around making sure everything was perfect when they heard the door open and a set of keys jingle.
Anybody home?" Came a voice.
"BLAINE!" Kurt creamed and ran over to greet his husband.
That's it for this chapter. Sorry if the ending was a little weak here as well as the middle section. This chapter was a pain in my ass and I tried to make it as good as I possibly could.
But I'll assure you this, this won't be the last we see of Sam.
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