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So here we are, Chapter 4 of Love that Man.
I kept walking with the biggest grin on my face, my head held high, thinking I'm going to get him back, he loves me, and I love him and its going to be absolutely fabulous! … god, I really do scream gay.
As I was walking up the stairs to the apartment complex, I heard someone behind. I figured it was one of my neighbors being lazy, waiting on me to unlock the door.
And then I was instantly pinned against the door, and my breath caught in my throat. At first I thought it was Blaine, sweet, sweet Blaine, but instead it was Dylan, the intern that Janelle hired two months ago, might I add that he started sexually harassing me and his internship was let go of.
"Hey sweet cheeks, ya miss me?" Dylan purred. I tried squirming out of his grasp, but he was about my height with more muscle on his body, so it felt useless. I didn't dare look him in the eye.
"Not in the mood for talking eh? Well then, why don't you just continue opening up your door and we'll take this to the bedroom. What do you say slut?"
I felt shivers going down my spine. This was almost like the same situation that got Dylan kicked off his internship, but now, no one's here to protect me.
~One month ago~
I had just gotten out of a meeting with Janelle and the other supervisors to check up on how next month's issue of Vogue was going to be about, the topic, the designs, the photo shoots, etc.
I had barely gotten any sleep the night before and had been a bit tipsy from the alcohol that I had also consumed that same night. And I had the worse headache, just my luck. Could it get any worse?
I decided that I had earn a well-deserved coffee break, "Angie, Im going to run to the break room and make myself a coffee and maybe take a power nap, will you watch my calls until I come back?"
"Yes, sir, Mister Hummel, sir!" "Honey, we already went over this, you call me Kurt, I call you Angie, not Mr. Hummel or Ms. Hetburn, remember?" She blushed and replied , "Yes Kurt, Ill cover for you until you get back. And you should get some sleep, you like you could use some," and she smiled.
I walked through the main part of the floor, everyone's talking turned into soft whispers. No one really feared me, the magnificent Kurt Hummel, for I was known for my bitch diva attitude and everyone knew to not mess with me if they wished to stay on my good side. All except for one.
About a month back, Janelle decided that we should take up an intern or two, one from college who was looking to work within the fashion/ magazine industry. It seemed like a really good idea at the time too.
When Janelle told me that she had found the perfect intern, who she just happened to mention was gay, I questioned her.
"I swear to all that is holy in the fashion world, if you hired this damn intern for my personal gain, I will have Mercedes fly in from California, and have her, and I quote 'cut a bitch.'" I said, giving Janelle the ice-queen glare. "Now Kurt," she said, "Don't you 'now, Kurt,' me, Janelle, I am perfectly happy, I am the best at what I do! I don't need some lanky college boy following me around!"
"Kurt, calm down, please. And stop giving me your signature bitch-glare, its scares the hell out of me."
I loosened the glare, but I still remained poised and pissed as ever.
"Now Kurt, I did not hire this intern for your personal gains. Yes, this intern is gay. And yes, he is mildly attractive in some ways, but he's very qualified and like I told you before, we could use an intern."
"Hmp, fine, whatever you say Janelle, but if he makes one move and I mean one fucking move, he better be out that front door in two seconds flat. Are we on the same page?" I demanded.
She chuckled, "You know, you really should stop trying to be mean to me, I could fire you."
"But, you wont," I smirked.
And now a month later, I really regretted on not bringing Mercedes 'to cut a bitch'. The intern was the only person who didn't get the hint that I, Kurt Hummel, fashionista extraordinaire, was not interested in a relationship with a single living soul.
The intern's name was Dylan Hamlet, he went to NYU for … well obviously it was something that stuck out to Janelle, otherwise he wouldn't be interning. He was always popping up at random moments, or accidently running into me, and I didn't really think to much of it, until it started happening ever more frequently.
I was now standing by the coffee machine waiting on the coffee to hurry the hell up.
I should've just had Angie make the coffee and bring it to me. I mean that is what her job is for, right?
"Hey Kurtsieeee, … is that okay? C-can I call you that?" a voice asked. I turned around and bleh, Dylan. "I rather like being called Kurt if you don't mind," I replied with a monotone voice.
"Well, hello, Kurt."
"Hello, Dylan."
"Whatcha doing?" he asked me, as if I wasn't standing in front of the coffee machine, could it be anymore more obvious you stupid intern?
"Coffee." I said, again with a monotone voice, hoping that it would be the end of the conversation.
"Sooooo," Dylan stepped next to me and let out a deep breath, "I was um- wondering if um- you would um, maybe consider going um- out with er- me. Tonight. If you don't have other plans that is."
Stupid fucking kid, you don't get it do you. I. Don't. Date. Anybody.
"Sorry, plans." Come on you damn coffee machine! Work faster dammit!
"What? But I checked with Angie and she said that you didn't have plans for the next two days!" Dylan exclaimed and when he realized exactly what he said, he clapped his hand over his mouth.
Angie, count your blessings that I like you sweetie, otherwise youd be getting a pink slip. Now here's where I made the mistake.
"Listen, kid, youre cute, but you aren't my type. And Im not the dating type. Sorry to disappoint you." I replied, trying to gently let him down, but as I turned my head to look at Dylan, I saw anger course through his eyes.
"Are you fucking with me? Whats your type then? Ill be whatever you want me to be sweet cheeks! All I wanna do is," he pinned me against the counter and grinded against me, "get in those fucking tight ass pants of yours and fuck you senseless? I think you wouldd enjoy, don't you th-WHAT THE HELL?"
I pushed Dylan off of me and ran out the door, straight to Janelle's office to tell her exactly what happened and that it was either me or the intern, obviously knowing the intern's time was up.
~Present~
"So, how about you just open the fucking door, huh?" Dylan chuckled.
"Wh-w-why are you doing this Dylan? I thought-t we were friends?" I replied, dear god, if youre listening, Im sorry, but please help me. Wheres my fucking guardian angel when I need one!
"I don't want to be your friend Kurtsie! I want to be more than friends," he said as he grinded against me, laughing darkly as I still tried squirming out of his grasp.
I didnt know what to do, so I did what I thought was best. I started yelling.
"Help! Someone help me, help! Im being att-uh" I screamed until Dylan hit me hard in my rib cage. I felt darkness trying to succumb me, but I still tried to keep my eyes opened as I laid on the floor, helpless, alone, and scared.
Okay, let me just say that this was not suppose to happen. Blaine was actually suppose to show up and kiss Kurt passionately and blah blah blah. But instead this happen.
And don't worry my little Klaine shippers, Blainers might be on the way to save the day in my next chapter!
P.S. The more reviews I get, the sooner the next chapter will be uploaded!
Love, Dwimmer-Crafty.