A/N: Wow, guys! Already 20 reviews, I'm so happy - I know it's not 100 or 1000, but I appreciate each and every one of you for taking times to share your thoughts on my writing. I know you don't get Blaine'sbehaviour, but you will, I promise.

I don't think I'll be able to update tomorrow, but enjoy "Michael" and I'll be back on Wednesday to talk with you about that! I'm sending you hugs! x

Muffins and Closets

"Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait!"

The subway's doors closed just a second before Kurt could reach them. He overslept and now he was so late. He picked up Blaine's laundry and now it was 9.30 and he still had to get breakfast and bring it to the actor. Well done, Kurt! Late on your second day of work! He jumped on the next subway right away and immediately jumped off as soon as it was his stop.

"Excuse me, excuse meeeee!"

He managed to slalom through the crowd and rushed to the coffee shop, fortunately he didn't have to wait to get his order, squeezing in a coffee for him too. As soon as he was out, he checked Blaine's address on his phone and ran as fast as he could.

He looked at the time and rushed inside the big, marvelous building, just to be stopped by the concierge at his desk.

"Excuse me, may I help you?"

"Oh, yes! I'm here to see Blaine Anderson."

"And may I ask who are you?"

"I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel."

"Just a moment, please"

He started calling Blaine's apartment, while Kurt just looked around and saw the beautiful paintings on the ceiling and the marble pillars at the corners.

"Sir?"

"Uh? Oh, yes?"

"You may go. Here's your pass: you have to insert it in the elevator and it will take you right to Mr. Anderson's apartment."

"T-thank you."

Kurt reached the elevator in a blink of an eye. It was 10AM, not too late, but he didn't like to be late in general. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he flew outside and he realized he was in a big living room: a couch in the center, forming an L, a big flat screen tv – maybe 50 inches big – and a glass table pushed on the back of the room, in front of a giant window.

"Good morning!"

Kurt jumped and gave a little scream.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you!"

"It's okay." Kurt lifted a hand to his chest and tried to breathe normally.

"You're late."

"I know. I'm sorry, but I overslept and then my roommates insisted she had to make me breakfast and then the subway got away and- "

He stopped as he realized Blaine was laughing.

"What?"

"I'm just kidding, Kurt."

He took the bag with the laundry and the breakfast from Kurt's hands and led him to the kitchen. It was then that Kurt realized Blaine was wearing just a bathrobe and was barefoot. He felt a weird burn in his stomach.

"Have a seat."

"What?"

"Seat!"

Kurt obeyed and took a seat on one of the stool, near the kitchen counter. He tried to ignore Blaine's look, fixated on him, and looked around the room.

"Have you eaten?"

"Uh?"

"Seriously, Kurt, are you def? HAVE. YOU. EATEEEEN?"

"N-no. No, I haven't."

"Here, have a muffin."

Blaine threw the muffin at Kurt, and he grabbed it just in time.

"And I assume this is your coffee."

"Yes. Sorry I just need caffeine in me in the morning."

"Hey, don't apologize. I understand completely."

Kurt took a sip of his coffee, while Blaine ate his muffin in three bites. His robe got loose and revealed he had nothing but boxers on. Kurt tried to cover his groan with a fake cough and looked at his muffin, suddenly very interested in the little blueberries inside of it.

"Okay, I'm gonna get dressed and then we have to go."

"Where?"

"We have to get angry at Alex today!"

Blaine winked and disappeared behind the kitchen door. Kurt sighed and took a bite of his muffin, when his phone rang. He checked the screen and answered.

"Hey, dad"

"Hey kiddo! How's it going?"

"Busy. I'm at work, now."

"I thought you were supposed to call me yesterday."

"I'm sorry. I was so tired that I crashed on my bed, as soon as I got home."

"Mh. How's your boss treating you?"

And, of course, Blaine chose exactly that moment to come back. He had unbuttoned jeans, a black tight singlet and a blue shirt in his hand.

"He's here dad, I've gotta go. I'll call you later."

He hung up and smiled at Blaine, who smiled back, putting the shirt on and rolling the sleeves up to his elbows.

"Sorry about that, my dad was worried."

"Don't apologize. You are my assistant, that means that when I don't need you, you're on a break. And I really don't think I would've need assistance with the dressing part."

"Are you sure? Because I really don't think those colors match."

"It's black and blue!"

"Exactly! It's navy blue, mr. Anderson. They don't match."

Kurt started slipping Blaine's shirt off.

"Well, I think we should really be on a first name basis if you wanna take my clothes off, mr. Hummel."

Kurt freezed for a second. What was he supposed to answer? His mind clouded and he lost the ability to talk. So he just went on and took the shirt off, ignoring Blaine's statement.

"Let's go choose something that match, mr. Anderson."

Blaine smiled and led Kurt to the bedroom. The place was huge: a big king-sized bed was pushed on the right wall, with two nightstands on each side of it and a seven drawer chest near them. Next to the window there was a maroon chaise longue pointing to the flat screen tv hanged on the wall opposite the bed. There was a door next to the tv, Blaine opened it and the men entered a big closet. Kurt was about to faint. Shirts, shoes and sweaters all dropped on the floor or loosely hanged on the crutches. Blaine threw the blue shirt on the floor too and started looking around for another shirt to wear, but Kurt was too shocked to help.

"Is green okay?"

"I'm sorry. I'm too busy trying not to freak out."

"Why?"

"Why? Why? This place is a mess! How do you find clothes in the morning it's beyond my understanding."

"Yeah, whatever. What about red?"

"No, no. Don't whatever me. Now I know why I was sent to you: for my fabulous organizing skills."

"I think that's why Alex hired you. And I thought that's basically what assistants do. Now, how about brown?"

"Are you kidding me? It's even worse than blue, pick the red one."

"Okay."

Blaine shrugged and put on the shirt. Kurt started picking up clothes from the floor and putting them on a shelf. Then he started folding sweaters.

"What are you doing?"

"What assistants do: organize!"

"We have to go."

"But I can't go. Not now, after I saw this!" He pointed at the room.

"Come on, Kurt. Alex is waiting for us."

He took Kurt by the arm and started dragging him out of the closet.

"Come on, I'll let you come back here as soon as we finish with the important stuff."

"But this is important. It's a messy closet!"

Blaine managed to get Kurt out of the closet and the bedroom, even if he was so disappointed. Blaine got his glasses and hat and they both walked to the elevator – a long silent ride – and then they were out of the building and inside the car, ready to start the war with Alexis that Blaine was talking about.

TBC