WATC 2

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When the elevator reaches the rooftop once again and the doors slide open, this time Kurt is met with Blaine Anderson's smarmy, smiling face.

Don't hit him, Kurt. He's not worth it. And the lawsuit would be well out of your budget…

Rolling his eyes, Kurt steps out of the elevator. Blaine steps back with him, allowing him the space to do so; but then he's right back crowding into Kurt's personal space again. Kurt's ID key-card slotted between two of his well manicured fingers.

"Kurt! Hi! I'm so happy to see you again, and so soon. It's good to know it's not only me that felt the connection between us." Blaine calls out loud and bright and obnoxiously in Kurt's face.

Connection? Is this guy on drugs?

Kurt grits his teeth, steps back and holds a firm hand out so that Blaine is unable to follow him. In his hand he's holding the business card that Blaine slid into his pocket.

"I don't need nor do I want this." Kurt says and drops the card to the ground beside Blaine's feet. (At least he's decided to put his sandals back on.) With his free hand he quickly reaches out and grabs his key-card back from Blaine with a swift swipe.

Blaine grins at him like he's impressed. His entourage of staff are still around but don't seem to be paying them much attention. Blaine must have told them to back off for their reunion.

"I could have you charged for theft." Kurt snaps. "This key-card is property of Vogue and is only to be used by employees."

"I wasn't using it. Only holding it. Like a keepsake." Blaine answers and his voice is too sweet and soft.

Kurt feels the heat rise in his cheeks and a dull throb start to linger at his temples. "Why? Why would you do that?"

Blaine blinks at him. Eyes sparkling. Grin dazzling. "I wanted to see you again."

What? "Why me?"

"I like you."

"You don't know me."

"I know you enough. I want to know you more. I want you to know me too. The real me." Blaine lowers his voice and tries to step in closer but Kurt only backs away shaking his head.

This is crazy. Who the hell does this asshole think he is? Shut him down and leave. Now!

"Look, Blaine. I've read the tabloids and seen the video clips. I know your type. And you and I are nothing alike. I don't want to be your groupie or roadie or whatever. I'm not even your fan. I didn't enter this stupid contest that you've only agreed to do to inflate your ego. But I somehow got picked anyway. So I'm going to do us both a favor and get out of here and let you sweet-talk some poor, innocent, young fan who you can flirt with then bed then toss aside."

When Kurt finishes he breathes deeply. He gives Blaine one hard, stern look, not even caring that he now has the attention of Blaine's ensemble. He turns his head ready to step back inside the elevator but is stopped by Blaine's hand on his arm.

"Wow. Bravo. I can see why you're top of your classes. You'd make a tremendous dramatic actor. You know on stage, under the spotlight." Blaine looks kind of reverent.

Kurt bites his lip in frustration. "You think I'm acting? And anyway how do you even know that about me? What, are you stalking me? Famous or not that is not allowed!"

"Hey. No." Blaine even has the audacity to look chagrined. His voice is playful; he's clearly the kind of character to make a lot of jokes. Bad jokes. "I'm too busy for that. I just got my people to contact your boss—"

"Isabelle?!" Kurt's head begins to spin. He face palms himself. What the—

Blaine pushes back into Kurt's space and gently rests both of his hands over Kurt's arms. He squeezes his fingers so very lightly and the warmth from his touch seeps through Kurt's clothes and into his skin.

"Hey" he says soft and quiet. "Let me explain. Properly. I'll tell you everything. Just have dinner with me tonight, please? A car will come and collect you. Just please let me talk to you. Give me a chance?"

Kurt lets his hands fall from his face. When he looks at Blaine he actually finds the expression on his face to be rather endearing. Don't fall for this. Isabelle has got a lot of explaining to do. I knew she was up to something.

Blaine tilts his head to the side. His eyes are soft, his expression understanding and his smile so unfairly beautiful. "Don't blame your boss. She's a great lady. She cares a lot about you."

Oh great, so he's a mind reader too.

Kurt opens his mouth. Closes it again. He inhales. Exhales. "What- why—"

"Tonight?" Blaine says again, shaking his head. His voice is a touch on the pleading side, his face soft and open and…hopeful? "Don't ask anymore questions; just say you'll meet with me tonight?"

This morning Kurt had woken up ready for work as usual. He'd gotten dressed with expert care and effort. His journey to work had been pleasant, his coffee made and tasted exactly the way he likes it. At not one point did he ever think that his afternoon would end up like this.

He stares at Blaine, and doesn't even refrain from an exasperated sigh and a hard and heavy eye roll when Blaine turns on the puppy dog eyes.

Really, he doesn't have anything to lose, by agreeing to what Blaine is asking of him. He can't think of anything positive that he'll gain from this either, but he can't deny that he's intrigued.

And there's nothing that Kurt enjoys more than making the best out of a shitty situation.

Blaine is an international celebrity. His every move is watched. The guy's career has spanned over ten years globally. Kurt has nothing to fear that anything seedy is going to happen. Somebody like Blaine would not give up what he has for somebody like…Kurt.

A steely resolve settles in the pit of Kurt's stomach and a deep unwavering gaze builds up in his eyes. Like lasers shooting straight at Blaine.

Kurt could be somebody like Blaine. He'll show him.

"Alright."

"Alright?" Blaine repeats, his face alight.

"Alright" Kurt says again, his face passive, posture straight. "I assume you already know where to pick me up from."

Blaine chews on his bottom lip, his eyes wide and sorrowful. It's like he's so used to getting what he wants that he doesn't even realize the line between what's right and wrong.

Despite himself Kurt actually lets out an exasperated breath of laughter. This whole thing is just too fucking crazy not to find just a little bit humorous.

"Don't make me regret this" Kurt says before spinning on his heel and disappearing off into the elevator.

Cause I'm sure as hell going to make YOU regret this, Blaine Anderson.

The plot thickens…

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