''Hi. I'm Santana Lopez,'' she said with a fake smile. She was used to obnoxious and rich people wanting to meet her; this one couldn't be any different, but he paid for all the dishes so she just had to come out and meet this kid. He was damn young, she noted. It was maybe a kid from a rich family wanting to have a good time with his daddy's money; or, he had a fortune of his own. Drug dealer, maybe? When she inspected him to see what she'd had to deal with tonight, he did something she didn't expect him to do.

He smiled brightly at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

''Hi! Oh my god, I'm sorry if I interrupt you from your work,'' he apologized. He looked at her with wide eyes and he was just so sincere in his words that Santana couldn't believe she judged the kid so fast. She softened her hard demeanor she previously had.

''I heard someone wants to try everything on my menu.''

''Y-yes. I'd like to try everything. Especially le boeuf bourgignon. I watched you doing that on one of your episodes and it seemed delicious. I'm such a fan, Chef Lopez. I think you're talented and beautiful and gorgeous and… I'm sorry. When I'm nervous, I talk too fast and…''

Santana let out a rich laugh. ''You're cute. I'm glad you like what I do.''

''Like what you do?'' he squeaked. ''The word is weak. More like I love what you do. You're my inspiration,'' he said, blushing a deep red and bowing his head. He couldn't believe he was here, talking with his idol.

''Well, I'm flattered, Cutie Boy.''

As on cue, several dishes were served on Kurt's table. He watched the four men placing dishes after dishes on his table with brilliant eyes and a wide smile. Santana looked down at the young boy and placed her hands on her hips.

''I hope you enjoy, Cutie Boy.'' She teased again, already liking her nickname she picked up for him; he didn't seem to mind.

''Kurt. You can call me Kurt,'' he said, entranced by the food in front of him.

''I give nicknames to people I like. Get use to Cutie Boy,'' she said in her bitchy tone (she always had this tone) but she wore one of her rare and true smile that she only reserved for her friends and family. After all, Kurt didn't look like he owned the place, like the rest of the people living here.

He took his fork but didn't know where to start. The man that served Kurt arrived with a bottle of wine that Santana snatched from his hands and with a stiff nod and a glare, he was off to serve another client, leaving Santana and Kurt alone once again.

''Let me pour you some wine. Major, I hope?'' she teased.

''Of course!'' he squeaked, blushing furiously. He looked nervous.

''Calm down, Cutie Boy. In Switzerland, you can drink wine at the tender age of sixteen.''

''O-oh… really?'' he stuttered. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He did meet influential people in NYADA when Rachel invited him at her school for special events and being the little pearl that she was there, had the chance to meet people from the Broadway industry, but Kurt wasn't a nervous wreck like he was now. This was all so new. This was Santana Lopez.

''You're cute, you know that? You look like a blushing virgin.'' He gulped. Santana tend to just say everything that was on her mind without shame. He didn't know what to respond to that so instead, he offered her a weak smile.

''I'm only nineteen, so I'm not totally use to the whole extravaganza.''

Santana shrugged good-naturally. ''That's what I thought.'' She paused to really look at him. He was tall and lean, Santana noticed. He also looked at her not with a lustful gaze like the other patrons tend to give her, but with adoration and it gave her a warmth feeling in the pit of her stomach. ''The kitchen is calling me. But enjoy your meal, Cutie Boy. You're on my list of things to do and to see, so I'll see you soon.''

She winked at him and with that, she was off, leaving an awestruck boy behind but he could think about this meeting with Santana later because right now, he devoured these dishes he saw on TV on multiple occasions like they was no tomorrow. The diet wasn't on his list for the next few months. You only live once, after all.

-X-

Blaine wanted to leave after diner to smoke to relieve some tension from his father's tight grip on his every move since this morning and the glares he was receiving from his tablemates. He wanted to laugh at them; they didn't know how to get a good time. He didn't care about his fuming father after he said those things to that bleach blonde hair woman or the awkward conversations after that, because he was deep in thought. It was that boy across the room. He was well groomed and well-mannered even though he was a little bit awkward sitting there by himself, but he was mesmerizing.

''I'm going outside. I need to smoke.'' Blaine announced to his brothers when they decided to leave at the same time as him. Before he could leave the lobby, though, Patrick grabbed his arm and yanked him backwards. Blaine yelped in surprise, and then cursed his brother with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

''Guys, what the fuck?'' Blaine said between gritted teeth. They pushed him in a corner. In the evenings, people weren't in the lobby, or near the receptions. ''What the fuck do you want?'' Baine asked as he lights his cigarette.

''Not inside, Blaine,'' Patrick chastised with a teasing smile. Blaine arched an eyebrow and puffed smoke in Christian's face.

''And why the fuck do I care?'' he grunted. The brothers exchanged glances and looked at their little brother with the same knowing smile spattered on their handsome faces.

''Did you see that guy?'' Daniel asked, trying to diverge the subject to what they really wanted to discuss.

''What guy?'' He asked with an air of fake surprise, because he knew what boy they were referring to. What boy was worth their time. Their glances they shared over diner weren't for nothing.

''The boy who ordered a full service of dishes, but weirdly enough can't weigh more than 100 pounds! You know who we're talking about,'' Patrick said.

''If we talk about the same guy… tall, pale, blue-eyed boy with an ass to die for, then yes. I've seen him.'' Blaine replied, feigning interest.

''And….'' Patrick prompted him.

''And what?'' Blaine asked innocently. The other brothers looked at him expectantly.

''Are you up to it?'' Patrick asked, tilting his head to the side. He was taller than Blaine and his posture made him stand out more, but Blaine got his way by his attitude. He wasn't fazed by anything.

''If you want that ass so badly, than do it yourself.'' He said, scoffing. He was just enjoying his brothers' annoyance too much to let it go.

''Oh, come on, Blaine. You want that ass. You want it,'' Daniel sing-song.

''We are bored, Blaine. We should do it, it'll be fun!'' Christian said. He tapped his brother on the shoulder. ''Danny wanted to do it himself, this year. He spotted that blond girl the other day. She was hot, but this year, we thought it can be finally your turn,'' A smile graced Blaine's lips as he nodded.

''Yeah, okay. I'll do it.''

''Finally a little bit of action in here.'' Daniel explained. ''If we have to spend the whole fucking summer for some kind of ''Family-bonding'' better do it the right way,''

The game could begin.

Their game was pretty simple. They did it every time they saw an easy girl who were worth their time. Some people will say their game is cruel, others, like Blaine and his brothers, will say it's funny. The first time it happened, it was a few years ago and Daniel came up with the idea and then, this game stayed a tradition between the siblings.

The rules are simple. You built a friendship with that person, you got her trust, you got her to fall in love with you (and when you are an Anderson, it's not hard to do) you sleep with her and then, you toss her aside like trash and if it's possible, in the cruelest way you can find.

A few years ago, Daniel found a perfect girl for this. She was smitten at first sight and it was so easy. He posted pictures of her naked body she pictured to give to her ''boyfriend'' and after she slept with him, the photos were on the net. Then, the next summer in Casablanca's, it was the same with another girl and a different brother to experiment. Blaine was only fifteen when the game started. He never had his turn, even tough he begged his brothers to let him try. It was always with a girl, though. This year, Blaine is the one to manipulate the game and a boy it would be. Entering this game was like being accepted by his brothers; something you craved for when you're the youngest. It was time to prove himself to his brothers.

''It's your turn, now, little brother. Let's the game begin!'' Christian cheered, putting his little brother in a half hug.

''But don't forget the rules,'' Patrick said in a stern voice. ''You have until the end of summer or, until that boy has to go for you to do it.''

''I'm sure he's easy. Maybe he's in some kind of rich family and never had a good time. He will just fall into your arms like an easy lay.'' Christian smiled, happy to have found their newest pray. Blaine nodded and waved goodbye to his brothers to go outside and finish his smoke. During his walk, he thought about this upcoming game. It was their secret, of course. No one knew what there were doing in their free time during vacation and it was better that way. Blaine had had enough sex to last two life-times, but he was excited to chase a boy like that. Having all the boys falling to his feet was easy, but tiring. Now, it's a new kind of excitement. A new kind of challenge. He never pursued a boy, before. Now, the idea was more than tempting.

''You, you plan something'' Santana said, inhaling the smoke of her cigar. Blaine stopped walking and leaned on the wall of the kitchens backdoors. He dangled his cigarette between his full lips and if Santana were straight, she would have fallen over.

''And you, what were you doing earlier?'' He asked in a gruff voice.

''Why, I can't walk through a crowd of snobby snags and rich assholes who think they're better than everybody else like the Queen Bitch that I am?

''Hey, I'm just asking. Although you seemed pretty friendly with that pretty boy.'' Santana gave him a soft smile, remembering that young man who was simply hooked on her every word. He was sweet and caring. She wondered why a boy like him does in a place like that.

''You noticed him quickly.''

''Who didn't?'' He shoots back. ''All eyes were on him. I'm sure he's a new rich.'' He snorted.

''Well, he wanted all of my dishes. I just had to see who wants all of my fabulous food and it turned out he's a sweetheart.''

''A sweetheart? Coming from you? Wow, he certainly melted your frozen heart. I'll give him a card of congratulations.'' He said, faking a shock expression.

''Shut up, Anderson. I'm maybe the frozen queen bitch, but at least, I built an empire all by myself. And I don't open my legs for everyone.''

Blaine rolled his eyes and signed, leaning his head on the wall.

''Firstly, I don't want my daddy's money so he can keep his damn empire in his ugly ass and as for spreading my legs…'' he took a deep inhale and smirked, eyes half closed. ''I never spread my legs. I top, Lopez. You should know that.''

''Oh, I've known you for years, Anderson. I even know your favorite position, so there's nothing I don't already know.''

Blaine laughed at his friend's crude honesty but he liked her that way. She was the only one not afraid to say what she thinks in front of Blaine.

''So, how's the kitchen doing under the wrath of Chef Santana Lopez?''

''It's good. It should have been called the Hell's kitchen and Gordon Ramsey is nothing compared to me. The food's good and I have two hours left before I can just sleep. But don't change the subject, Tranny Pants. You have a plan in this pretty and too gelled head of yours.''

''I don't know what you're talking about.''

''When I saw you walking, you had this ugly smile splattered all over your face. You think about something.''

''Fine.'' He shrugged. ''My brothers and I are going to do our game again this year.''

Santana was stoic, and then she threw his cigar on the ground and stepped on it.

''You see the difference between you and me, Anderson. We are both some lazy bitches but the difference is, I know when to stop. This game is insane. Dan is fucked up to come up with an idea as cruel as this. My Mexican third eye tells me to beat the crap out of him.''

Blaine stepped away from the wall at a lazily space and rolled his eyes. ''Come on, San. It's just for fun. It's my turn this year. It's going to be wild. You can be a part of it, too.''

''No thanks. Through the years, I've seen the damage that game does to other people.''

Blaine shook his head.

''Why did I tell you about this in the first place? You never agree and it just killed my mood every time!'' He raged.

''Because I'm your best friend and you can't hid anything from me. I know your deepest and most sacred secrets. And I twisted your nipple to have the truth out of you four years ago.''

Blaine cringed at the painful memory. ''And yet, you never tell a soul about all this. That's because this little game excite you, too.''

''Don't get your hopes up, Blaine. It's just not my business, that's all. I won't tell anyone unless it's someone I really, really care about or if it's dangerous. That girl a few years ago that Christian banged? Yeah, it was mean, but she actually call me her servant and that every Mexican person should know their place.'' She shrugged like it didn't matter, but Blaine knew her friend. She was hurt by her comments. ''So Christian could do anything with her.'' She took a pause, then added, ''Anyways, who's the boy you're going to mess with and I hope for you that he won't fall for your charm, because I already pity the poor soul.''

''Don't worry. He will fall. They all do. But I can't tell you.''

-X-

Santana just shook her head but stayed quiet. She already voiced her idea about this game years ago, but no one listened to her. She was through with them; she had stopped long ago to pass as a saint. One day, it will bite at their asses hard.

Kurt enjoyed his every moment in Switzerland. This place was exciting and so relaxing. Kurt wanted to really see the village near the Casablanca's. It was more like a little town with beautiful shops and restaurants and very touristic. He read from a magazine that this town is very fashionable. Even in the countryside, this town is clean and classy because the people walking around were in the upper class, most of them coming from the hotel. The shops, obviously, went all from Gucci, to Jimmy Choo. As he knew it, they all came here to have a good time and get away from their busy life in the big cities. And he couldn't believe his eyes when in a little shop, a sandwich cost him over 9 francs.

He sat on a bench near the sidewalk, eating an apple he just bought. He wondered if Rachel and Finn discovered his absence. And his father, oh, his father…

''Hey, Cutie Boy.'' Kurt swapped his head to look to his left where he saw Santana Lopez and a black girl next to her. His blue eyes were extremely wide and he almost choked on his apple.

''Well, you didn't lie when you said he was cute. And he's blushing, too!'' the black woman cooed. He was beyond confused now, but more than that, why did Santana Lopez talk to him again? The first time was a dream came true, but a second time in a row? He felt like he was in a Disney movie.

''I told you, Mercedes. Hi, Kurt. Small world, isn't it?'' she said, eying his new favorite boy.

''Actually, no.'' Kurt said, trying to control himself and found his voice back. ''It's a small town and the hotel is not far from here.''

''Touché,'' she said. ''Well, I want to introduce you to my friend, Mercedes Jones. Mercedes, the boy I talked to you about, Kurt.''

''It's a pleasure, Kurt.'' She exclaimed, shaking hands with Kurt. He crossed his legs and smiled warmly at the girl. ''Likewise.''

''I'm working at the Casablanca's, too. I'm the singer at the restaurant in the evenings.'' Kurt frowned.

''I didn't…''

''The week-ends are my days off. But I'm working tonight,'' she shrugged with a warm smile. ''So, what brings you here, white boy?'' she asked.

''Oh, I was just…mm… you know, doing tourist… things? It's a beautiful little town you have here. All those shops... it reminds me of New York. But much smaller,'' he finished nervously, because what can you say when your idol is right in front of you?

''Yeah. Those snobs can't get away for 5 minutes of their designers clothes or they go crazy!'' she rolled her eyes.

''Santana is the rich hater,'' Mercedes said as an explanation with a laugh. Then, something seemed to click in her head. ''OH! But I didn't mean… I mean… Without those people going to the hotel, this town will be dead in no time! Their money runs the business around here, especially in summer, and…''

''Hey, it's okay,'' Kurt said. ''I'm not rich.'' Santana and Mercedes shared a look.

''You're not?'' They exclaimed.

''Not really…'' he murmured in discomfort. ''Is-is that a problem?'' Santana's smile couldn't be wider.

''Of course not. Come on, you need a guide.''

-X-

They were widow shopping for hours and Kurt couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun. They just entered every shop they could find, but now they were just walking aimlessly through the streets, eating an Ice Cream. Even tough it was still April, it was warm.

''So you said you were from New York?''

''Actually from Ohio but New York is where I always wanted to be. I want to be a Chef, there.''

''Excellent career choice. Santana approves,'' he said with a nod.

''You have to say that, San. You are one.'' Mercedes said, rolling his dark eyes.

''Anyways, it's still a good choice. But if you want an advice, be a bitch. Don't let anyone tell you what to do. Your tongue must be as sharp as a knife and don't get all emotional.''

''That's right, Kurt. Look at Santana. She's a bitch but she's a successful Chef.'' Mercedes laughed.

''So, for how long you are going to stay here?''

''For… as long as I can,'' he said with teary eyes but neither of the girls dared to ask why he decided to come here alone when he obviously didn't belong among this crowd.

-XX-

How do you like it so far? Kurt and Blaine finally meet in the next chapter!