A/N: Hello Lovelies! I'm sorry It's been so long-this summer has been super busy and I just haven't had time to sit down and write. This is kind of a short chapter-I just wanted to get Kurt introduced and the actual story going.
"Babe, I think it's time we get a nanny. You're always on the run with your modeling career, I seriously need to get back to the office, there's only so much I can do on my laptop."
"But sweetie, the twins are seven months old...don't you think it'd be horrible to start them off with nannies this early?"
"Are you going to take a leave from your job and stay home with the twins more? No. I need to get back to the office, as much as I want to be with the twins and see them growing up every single day, I can't. I have a law firm to run!"
"Okay, okay, I understand your point. I suppose it's time to put an ad in the paper."
~Three weeks later,
"Mel! Don't touch that! Flynn, get that blasted thing out of your mouth! What the hell is that thing even supposed to be? It looks like a mangled octopus with only two tentacles..." the door bell rang, bringing Blaine's attention from the child's toy, "Coming! Okay Mel, Flynn, I want you to stay here. Okay? Stay." Blaine got up and closed the play room's door, to trap the kids in so that they wouldn't go wandering into the other rooms where far more fragile things were. He walked down the hallway and stopped in front of the mirror to run a hand throw his curls that were set free from the gel when he worked at home
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"Hello, I'm looking for a Mr. Blaine Anderson?" a soft, melodic, heavenly voice spoke when Blaine answered the door to a perfectly styled, put together man who looked no younger than Blaine himself.
"Present!"
"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel and I'm auditioning, er, I mean, applying for the job of your nanny? I'm sorry; I grew up in the theater, I'm so used to auditioning for things rather than applying."
"Understandable, I have a very close friend who grew up in the theater as well. Come in! I have a few questions I'd like to ask before I take you to the kids, if that's alright?"
"Of course!"
"Alright, how old are you?"
"23, I'll be 24 in May."
"What a coincidence, I'm also 23, but my birthday is in February. Are you certified in first aid?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever been convicted for a felony?"
"I have been convicted of the occasional fashion felony, but nothing more."
"As long as you don't make my kids commit one, I'll let it slide." Blaine winked, elicting a beautiful chuckle from the man in front of him. Blaine took in the man's perfectly coiffed hair, obviously fashion forward outfit of a button up white oxford with the sleeves rolled up, a black vest, and dark washed jeans, his little pink lips formed into a smile, and finally his glasz eyes that Blaine simply couldn't look away from, before he had a second thought, he blurted out
"Are you single?" Blaine slapped a hand across his mouth, "I'm sorry! I mean, like, you would have to dedicate a lot of your time to our kids, my wife and I are very busy people and we're not home alot. If it comes to it-we have an in-suite that you could move into, we'd pay for all the expenses plus your weekly pay. If you're in a committed relationship that wouldn't exactly work out as well..."
"No, I'm single." Kurt fidgetted in his seat, "And also, before you move onto the next question, I'd like to just come out and say that I'm gay. I'm out and proud, and I'm sorry if that offends you-but I would still love the chance to nanny your kids."
"There is nothing wrong with that Kurt. I just advise you to not say that or show it flamboyently around my father. He only visits on holidays, but still, if he knew you were gay, well...let's just say it wouldn't be pretty. But my wife and I have absolutely nothing against that-our family friend I mentioned earlier, she has two gay dads and we're very close."
"Okay, I'm glad. Because i'm in desperate need of a job, and I can't stand when companies discriminate agaisnt me because of my sexuality."
"Understandable. Okay, so I'll tell you a little about myself and my family. My name is Blaine, i'm 23, originally from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, I own a law firm that was passed down to me from my father. I've been married to my lovely wife, Santana for a little over a year, she's from Philly also and is 24, and she's a model-so she travels a lot. We have twins, a girl and a boy, named Melody and Flynn. They're a handful, but I love them all the same. Welcome to the family, Kurt. You're hired."
"Really? Already? Wow. I mean, thank you so much! But I was expecting to have to wait a while to hear back, and it hadn't really crossed my mind that I'd actually get hired!"
"You're the first one who applied that was actually certified in first aid, and you seem like you'd work well with the kids! Also, we need a nanny asap. Are you ready to meet them?"
"Yes!"
Blaine took Kurt down the long hallway covered in pictures of the kids, of Blaine and Santana, family portraits and wedding photos, till they reached the last doorway that was painted a bright yellow and was covered in pencil lines and names, stickers and doodles, pictures and glitter and written across the top "The Kingdom of Princess Mel and Prince Flynnster."
"Adorable!"
"It was San's idea; she loves the kids, and it absolutely kills her that she can't always be here with them."
"Well, the job of modeling is definitly a demnading one."
"You speak as if you know."
"I was one of the models in my college. I majored in fashion design and being the angular and skinny guy, I was chosen for my unique look." Kurt scoffed.
"Ah, you and San will get along great! I can tell! She'll be home for dinner around eight if you aren't scared off by the kids by then." Blaine pushed the door open to reveal a huge room, with plastic castle play houses, plush pink and blue sofas and bean bags, dolls and play cars littered the floor, there was a chalk board on the one wall with scribbles and the occasional flower or stick figure in a rainbow of colored chalks, on the opposing wall there was a mirror and a counter top littered with crayons and books. In the corner with the sofas was a flat screen tv with shelves covered in dvds and cds, a big stereo sat next to the tv. In another corner there was a small kitchenette, with a fridge and a sink, a small table, and two high chairs and a door that Kurt supposed led to the bathroom.
"Gabah!" Kurt looked down to see a little girl with dark hair pulled into pig tails and had bangs, sitting at his feet in a bright pink jumper staring up at him.
"Hello! You must be Melody!" Kurt said, scooping her up into the air and blowing raspberries into her tummy, "I'm Kurt!"
"Rubdu!"
"You can call me that too, if it pleases you Princess!"
"Bubba!" Kurt looked down again to see a little boy with dark curly hair just like his father's, crawling towards him in a plaid short sleeved shirt and toddler jeans.
"And you must be Flynn!" Kurt scopped him up in his other arm, "I'm Kurt!" Flynn just looked at him with a weird expression before he started squirming towards Blaine who was standing next to him.
"Flynn! Don't be rude! This is Kurt, he's gonna be your new nanny!" he said while taking him from Kurt and holding him upside down. "Now say Hi Mr. Kurt!"
"Hewwo"
"Hewwo Prince Flynnster!" Kurt waved in his face with a smile. "Your kids are adorable!"
"Thanks, can't take all the credit though!" Blaine winked. "Here, i'm gonna leave you with the kids for a bit, I have to go make a phone call. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Psh, you underestimate me sir!"
"Alright! Whatever you say Rubdu!" Blaine chuckled, setting Flynn on the floor and walking back to the door, "Daddy will be back in a little bit! Be good for Mr. Kurt, alright?"
"Bubba!"
"Are they talking to you when they say Bubba, or is that my name, also?"
"Haha, no. I'm Bubba and San is Ush. Where did they get those names? No clue. Hopefully they'll grow out of it though! If you need me, you can just page me with this button, alright?" Blaine asked, pointing to the keypad next to the door. "I'm just down the hall, but if it's urgent I don't want you leaving the kids, so just buzz me."
"Will do Bubba! Now get out of here, and let me bond with the kids!" Kurt practically pushed a chuckling Blaine out the door.
A/N: Yayyy Kurt's here! Hopefully I'll be able to post again soon-I can't promise anything though.