A/N: (:
Warning: Language.
"I'm going to pitstop at the bathroom real quick. I'll meet you downstairs?" Kurt asked, trying to come off as calm and collected.
"Yeah, dinning room is down the stairs, through the living room, and to the left in the hallway-you'll be able to see it."Blaine turned on his heel and walked out of the suite, leaving Kurt with his thoughts.
{ What if she hates me? What if I don't get the job? What if I make a somplete ass out of myself at dinner? Oh god, what am I going to do! } Kurt paced back and forth before turning and going to the in-suit bathroom, this suite is beautiful! And damn, Santana sure does have great taste! He did his business in the bathroom and was just closing the door behind him when he heard a giggle coming from Flynn's room. He walked over to the open door and peeked inside to see Blaine standing over Flynn's crib holding Melody, while a slender woman, with caramel skin and slick black hair and a very professional looking pin-stripped pantsuit leaned over the crib reaching in to pick up a giggling Flynn.
"If I could write you a song, and make you fall in love, I would already have you up under my arm." the woman sang in a sultry smooth voice, while Blaine sang with a voice that Kurt could only describe as 'sexy as hell'.
"I used to pull all my tricks, I hope that you like this. but you probably won't,"
"You think you're cooler than me." They sang together in unison, blending their voices in perfection.
"You got designer shades, just to hide your face. And you wear them around like you're cooler than me."
"And you never say hey, or remember my name, it's probably cuz,"
"You think you're cooler than me." The two continued singing while twirling around and singing to the giggling kids, laughing when Melody gurgled, seeming to want to sing along. Once the pair concluded their song, Kurt clapped energetically from the doorway where he was still standing. The pair turned around with smiles on their faces. The woman, Kurt had concluded had to be Santana shifted Flynn to her left arm, and approached him with her hand out,
"Hello, you must be Kurt. I'm Santana. It's nice to meet you." she said with a geniunely beautiful smile laced with curiosity and warriness.
"The pleasure's all mine." Kurt returned the smile and the handshake.
"Well, now that we've got our song out of the way, let's go eat and get to know this mysterious Kurt Hummel." Santana winked and walked out the door. Blaine placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him from following,
"I told you she wouldn't bite." he said laughing,
"Yes, yes you did. You two make a lovely couple, and your voice is amazing!"
"Thanks," he responded laughing, "Now, come on, let's go eat. I'm starving. Are you starving Mel?" he tickled the little girls tummy, "Mel's starving too."
"So! Kurt, tell me about yourself!" Santana prompted in between bites of steak at the gorgeous crystal dinning table.
"Well, I graduated from McKinley High in 2012, then earned a Fashion degree from Parsons and graduated in 2016. I write fashion editorials for the local magazine and own a small boutique on the corner of Fifth and Istop called Porcelain. Hmm. I live with my best friend Rachel who has an on again/off again relationship with my step-brother Finn who's in the army. My mother died when I was eight, my dad re-married Finn's mom, Carol when I was sixteen. They still live in Ohio. And...I'm gay." Kurt finished, looking up at the two sitting across from him; Blaine had a strange look on his face to Santana sitting with her fork paused halfway to her agape mouth.
"Now, don't take this personally. Neither of us have anything against your sexuality-there is nothing wrong with it, but when Mr. Anderson comes to visit, which is rare, do not, I repeat do not mention your sexuality if you would like to keep this job."
"Blaine already mentioned that,"
"Okay. Good. Well, on the other hand. We're also from Ohio! And I believe we competed against your glee club at regionals once...I don't know for sure, babe, did you guys compete against them? Babe? Blaine!" Santana placed a hand on his that was placed on the table, trying to get Blaine's attention from where he was still staring at Kurt.
"Kurt Hummel. I know now why that name sounded so familiar! We've met before, Kurt. Not directly, but we know each other."
"Oh?"
"Westerville High Warblers. We competed against you in the 2011 regionals competion and the 2012 regionals and sectionals. You're Kurt Hummel. You dated Sebastian Smythe, and you were McKinley High's New Direction's male soprano. You guys won Nationals in 2012."
"Blaine Anderson. Of course! Holy shit, I haven't heard from Sebastian since I graduated! He was a ocmplete ass, I don't know why I dated him. Wow. You sure do have a memory!"
"I knew I had heard your name before! You're going to have to sing for me, so I can be sure you're actually the same Kurt, and not just some imposter." Blaine playfully scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest and continued to stare at Kurt. Santana watched the exchange from the sidelines with a knowing-look and slight smirk, clapping her hands together, she drew the attention to herself,
"Well, Kurt, we're definitly going to have to hear you sing at some point! But, I think we should continue this conversation tomorrow. The kids have to get baths, and be put to bed, and Babe, you've got a big day tomorrow!"
"Don't remind me," Blaine groaned, "Kurt, how early will you be able to arrive tomorrow morning?"
"Well, when do you need to leave?"
"I need to leave before seven, and San needs to leave before nine. So you don't have to be excruciatingly early, but..."
"I can be here by seven, so Santana doesn't have to worry about the kids while getting ready. I know when I was modeling, I needed every minute to get ready."
"That'd be lovely!" Santana got up, "It was great to meet you, and I'm looking forward to having you move in and get to know you more!" and turned on her heel and returning to the kitchen where the kids were being fed by the cook, "Bye Kurt!" she waved over her shoulder.
"Here, let me walk you out." Blaine offered, walking down the hall in the opposite direction. "I can't beleive I hadn't figured it out earlier, I knew i'd seen you before and your name rang a bell, but man, you're the Kurt Hummel, that Sebastian would not shut up about senior year."
"Oh god, I don't even want to hear the things he had to say about me. All he wanted was sex, and yeah. I'll leave it at that," they laughed together before Blaine opened the door,
"It was great to see you again, Kurt." he laughed, "As San said, I'm looking forward to getting to know you better."
"Same to you, Blaine. I'll be here bright and early tomorrow!" He turned and walked out the door, looking back once to see Blaine standing in the door with that same look on his face that he had at dinner, smiling and waving at him. He waved back once, before climbing into his navigator and pulling away from the huge house.
Back on the front porch, Blaine stood in the doorway watching Kurt's navigator drive away till he couldn't see it anymore and finally shut the door. He leaned back against it and closed his eyes, he couldn't get Kurt's ice blue eyes out of his mind or his face alone for that matter. He could hear his dad in the back of his mind,
"See Blaine? This is what it's supposed to be. A man and a woman and their children. And That's final. You understand me?"
He pushed that thought away and pushed off the door to go help Santana with the kid's bedtime routine. That night he fell asleep to memories of a gorgeous male lead singer with a beautiful soprano voice singing him to sleep, the last thing Blaine could remember was the smile tugging at the edge of his lips before wrapping his arms around Santana, pulling her close and drifting off.
A/N: Total filler chapter, i'm sorry. Also severe case of word vomit. I don't know when the next chapter will be up, hold tight though. I also apologize profusley about any spelling/grammer errors. I didn't have the chance to run this through my beta.
-The song I used in this chapter was Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner. :)