Kurt parked his car in the driveway of one of the most beautiful houses he'd ever seen. It looked like something out of one of the home design magazines that he would salivate over. He approached the large wooden front doors and knocked firmly.
He tried to remember the tips his dad had given him back when he first started babysitting. The 4 B's of babysitting: no bad behavior, no breaking things, no being boring, and no biting? He sighed and figured, "How bad could the kid actually be?"
A smartly dressed woman opened the door, "Ah, you must be Mr. Hummel. Come in, come in. My husband and I have to leave soon."
"You can call me Kurt." He smiled kindly at the flustered lady as he shut the front door behind him. Almost immediately, he was stabbed in the leg. He looked down and saw a small boy swinging a plastic light saber that was most definitely taller than he was.
"Hieyah!" The little boy let out a battle cry and struck Kurt's leg again. Kurt feigned pain and pretended to fall to the ground. Before Kurt could finish, Mrs. Anderson spoke up again.
"Okay then, Kurt." She made a point to call him by the name he wanted as she picked up her son. She whispered something in the little boy's ear and his face fell. Apparently she wasn't the biggest fan of Jedi wars occurring in her $5000 foyer. She placed him back on the ground and Blaine let go of his light saber. "This is my son Blaine."
"Hi!" Blaine said, waving a small hand at Kurt. Mrs. Anderson flashed a look at Blaine and the little boy fell silent once again. Kurt couldn't help but smile at the little boy's adorable friendliness.
"Nice to meet you, little man." Kurt held his hand out for Blaine to shake. "I'm Kurt." Blaine grasped Kurt's hand and shook it vigorously, a large grin spreading on his face.
"Do you like cupcakes?" Blaine asked, dropping Kurt's hand. "Mama and I made cupcakes! They have sprinkles!" He clapped his hands together excitedly.
Mrs. Anderson cut in, "Yes, well you'll have time for that later. First I need to show Kurt around the house." Kurt nodded and asked no questions, this woman meant business.
"Maybe later, Blaine!" He called out to the little boy as Mrs. Anderson whisked him into a perfectly furnished living room. There was a huge fireplace against the far wall, and mantle made out of a dark, rich wood. Everything was in order, excepting a pile of Legos that was in the middle of the ornate carpet.
"This is our living room; you can play games with Blaine in here if you want. I'm sure he'll be quick to show you where all his toys are." And the tour continued. They entered a room with a very different feel to the first. Everything was sleek, black and silver. In the middle of one wall hung a huge flat screen television. "We don't really like Blaine watching lots of television." Mrs. Anderson said. "But we occasionally watch Disney movies, Blaine enjoys them a lot. So feel free to put one on if he asks." Kurt smiled, Disney movies? This kid was going to be a piece of cake.
"Eleanor!" A voice called from the hallway and a stern looking man entered the room. "Eleanor…" He addressed his wife more quietly once he noticed Kurt's presence. "We're going to be late. We need to leave now." He didn't even acknowledge Kurt.
"I was just finishing showing our new babysitter around the house." Mrs. Anderson explained to her husband. "I'll just show him the kitchen and we'll be on our way." Mr. Anderson shook his head.
"We need to go now." He was inexplicably frustrated with his wife and Kurt couldn't understand why.
Kurt smiled kindly at Mrs. Anderson, "I'm sure Blaine can show me the rest of the things that he needs. Thank you though, Mrs. Anderson."
Mrs. Anderson nodded to Kurt, "Just get him in bed by 8. Teeth brushed and pajamas on. And no sweets after 6:30." She added.
"But we don't plan on being that long." Mr. Anderson interjected. Kurt just nodded politely without saying anything.
"Thanks for everything." Mrs. Anderson said as she and her husband began to cross towards the door.
"No problem." Kurt replied. "Good luck with your meeting." The couple nodded anxiously and left. Kurt followed after them and found Blaine sitting in the living room playing with his Legos. Kurt crouched down next to Blaine and watched what Blaine was doing. "How you doing, bud?" He asked when Blaine didn't remove his eyes from his Lego structure.
Blaine's little hands animated a Lego figure as he pretended that the Lego man was walking around the little house he made. "Mama and Dad were being mean to each other, huh?" He looked up at Kurt with big eyes and it looked as if Blaine might have been crying.
"Your father was just in a hurry, that's all." Kurt responded, his heart beating a little faster. He wasn't prepared to do this kind of thing at all. "They're just going to a meeting."
"Mama says that Dad might not live with us any more." Blaine said, sniffing slightly. "She and Dad aren't best friends anymore."
Kurt thought his heart would break if he heard any more. Blaine's eyes threatened tears and Kurt didn't think he could handle tears right now, especially if Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had only left a few minutes ago. "Hey now, don't cry." Kurt said, grabbing another one of the Lego figures. "I-it'll be okay." He felt awful making a promise like that, because he had no idea what was going on with Blaine's parents. "How about this? Let's go find those cupcakes you made and find a Disney movie."
Blaine's eyes lit up, "The ones with the sprinkles?"
Kurt laughed, "Yeah, the ones with the sprinkles. Come on, let's go." He stood up and helped Blaine to his feet. As Blaine led him to the kitchen, which was admittedly even more impressive than either of the two other rooms he'd already seen, Kurt asked, "So, what's your favorite Disney movie?"
"The Little Mermaid." Blaine answered matter-of-factly.
Kurt nodded and tried to keep a smile off his face, "Little Mermaid it is!"