As he often did, Blaine focused his eyes on his laptop screen. Kurt Hummel, the profile in the window stated. He tried not to cringe as he pressed the blue 'Add Friend' button. He gave you his number, you added him on Facebook. There, now you're even.He tried really hard to convince himself that he wasn't reading too much into things but most of the time, you never trust yourself and will persist believing that you are wrong when you aren't. And at this moment Blaine thinks that this is one of the facts of life that makes it so agonisingly painful.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. "So you're here once again," the voice said. "What's your schedule like this time?"
"Why hello Jason, nice to talk to you too." Blaine said not unkindly. "As for the schedule, I am not sure as of yet. But - I'm on my way to my dad's office right now to find out."
"Do you know how long you're staying here? Dude, I haven't seen you in ages."
"It's not definite but I'm hoping for around two weeks. How are you?"
"I am well, man. School's starting to get serious, my girlfriend's not mad at me - what else can you expect? Life's pretty good."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"Thanks buddy, we'll catch up later. I'll let you go to the office."
"See you."

The cab ride from the hotel to the office was a short one. Being so often in New York increased the necessity for Blaine to have his own car there, he was allowed to park it permanently in the office which meant he still had to take the cab there. Being the boss' son comes with some kind of fame. He could never really tell if the employees hated him or liked him because either way, they were always kind to him - or at least indifferent.

As soon as he walked through the automatic doors at the front of the 12 storey building, he once again found a certain air of uptight businessmen, crabby employees and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. He felt the aura instantly change from hostile to begrudgingly welcoming and was reminded yet again of why he hates, no - detestshis job. He wondered why they bothered to put on this facade, when his father was all the way on the other side of the country and everyone knew that their relationship wasn't the greatest - if they were rude to him, his father would never find out.

At the same time, he was reminded of good memories. He thought of when he met Jason. Jason was interning at Loft, his dad's company in New York. Jason treated him differently from every other worker. He was treated as an actual human being with a soul. Wow, this is really cheesy. It sounds like I'm in love with Jason. He couldn't help it and released a sigh. Whatever. Let's just get this over with.

When he reached the administration desk on the first floor, he saw a familiar face. "Good morning, Emilia," Blaine said politely.
"Hello Blaine," Emilia's cold smile accentuated by her ghostly features. Emilia unceremoniously dropped what looked like a moving box into Blaine's arms. It was full of loose sheets. "First job or the day. Sort the sheets into topic, date, name."
I wish she'd stop treating me like an intern. I've been working here for three years.
Blaine tried not to let it get to him. It's the first day for goodness' sake. "Okay, thanks. Is there anything else before I go on with my own work?"
"That's all for now. I'll get back to you later."
"Thank you Emilia. Good to see you."
His long sustained grudge against Emilia had not faded at all since the last time at work there. He always felt so childish when he thought of her because he maintained the belief that "Well, I didn't start it." And it was true, he didn't start it. Emilia, it seemed, hated him from the beginning. She always seemed angry that Blaine got special privileges and treatment. But that wasn't Blaine's fault. His father had told him not to bother going to college. He would give him a job straight off, and he would have that job for life, some day taking over the business. It didn't matter that that wasn't what Blaine wanted. It was just how it was going to be. Blaine didn't particularly like his job, but that wasn't to say that he wouldn't work hard if only to prove that he wasn't just the boss' son. He would work hard because it was his job and he would be polite because that was what he believed in. It was as simple as that.

It took some of his best effort to turn around and walk away from Emilia. He had plenty of things he wanted to say to her but decided he would save those for later. The first day back at work is always the hardest. Blaine had found that because he had been used to his free time, the busy schedule was harder to cope with. It was easier if he had continuous jobs, one after the other. Other than Loft, Blaine worked in Verde - the company's branch in LA. He'd been enjoying a two month break when he got the call that he had to work at Loft. It wasn't entirely unwelcome though, he'd gotten a bit bored with the days of sleeping 'til noon, eating breakfast, lazing around, going to the gym every now and then and then eating and going to sleep again.

He walked through the painfully white corridors up to an elevator which then took him to the top floor. When he arrived at his office, at his desk, he opened up his laptop. He sighed as he gave himself excuses not to start working yet. It's the first day, you were just on a plane yesterday, relax. He allowed himself to be coaxed into logging onto facebook to find out that yes, You and Kurt Hummel are now friends.There was a little '1' next to the message icon so he clicked it.

Hey! It's your plane buddy here :) Thanks for the friend request by the way. I was wondering if you'd like to meet up sometime this week, my friend, the one I mentioned goes to NYADA is really busy and since this is only my second time in New York, I really wanted someone to see the city with. Awaiting your reply,
Kurt Hummel

Blaine couldn't help but smile when he saw and read it and quickly typed out a reply. And quickly, in this instance, means typing several different variations of the same line and erasing each one. In the end, he ended up with:

Hello back! Of course I would like to meet up, what day and time is suitable for you? Wait... am I second best? ;) Only kidding of course.

Which was met almost instantly with this reply:

God, no! More like fourth or fifth best, actually. :P Um, maybe Friday afternoon?

And the conversation ended with:

Absolutely. That's perfect. See you then.

"Yes dad, I'm fine." Kurt held his phone to his ear as more speech continued.
"Yes, I'm with Rachel."
"Yes, we're at the apartment."
"Yes, I found my classes."
"No, I won't venture into the creepy forest at night," he chuckled.
"I'm serious. I won't do anything stupid."
"Okay."
"Bye."
"I love you."
"Bye."

Hello! Hope you enjoyed this segment of the story and thanks to defyinggravity121 for the review :)