Hey guys! I just wanted to say I'm really, really sorry I didn't update yesterday like I said I would. I'm having a terrible, no good, very bad week and just haven't found time to write. I know this is short, and it's another transition chapter...but it needs to be done. Plus there's a little smut, noting too graphic. I WILL UPDATE TOMORROW. I WILL. If it gets around this time tomorrow, and you don't see anything from me - harass me on tumblr.

I'm not kidding.

Also::: GAH HOW TO SUCCEED! Our baby is all grown up and going on Broadway 3

Enjoy. :)

Chapter 22.2

Blaine sat in front of the biggest desk he'd ever seen. The chair in front of him was still empty, so Blaine glanced around the room. There were Grammy's lining the walls, multiplatinum records on every free space, and signed pictures of singers, actors, directors, dancers, and even presidents.

Blaine realized very quickly that he was sitting in the CEO's office.

But why?

He mentally checked his brain, thinking of the songs he submitted. Had any of them sounded like songs by artists on this label? Was he being sued? Even that didn't justify meeting the CEO.

Blaine's heart jumped when he saw the door handle turn and in walked Robert Parson, a man Blaine had seen over and over again on television, but never thought he'd see in real life. Blaine stood and watched him walk to his desk.

"Mr. Anderson, I'm so pleased to meet you," Mr. Parson shook his hand, then motioned for his seat, "Please, sit!"

"It's great to meet you too Mr. Parson, I've always admired your business ethic and choices." Blaine didn't want to word vomit, so he stopped there.

"Sit, Mr. Anderson." Mr. Parson looked at Blaine, who sat gingerly, his eyes unsure. "I know you're wondering why you're seeing me, of all people. I don't handle songwriting. I don't even handle talent. I simply oversee the company."

Blaine nodded, "I am a little confused…"

Mr. Parson leaned forward a little, "I'll admit that this is somewhat…odd for me to do. But Mr. Anderson, when I was alerted that the grandson of Jack Anderson wanted to write songs for our company, I laughed."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his seat. This is not how he wanted to get a job. He was sick of being the grandson of Jack Anderson. "Oh." He formed, hoping he could just leave. He'd work at the diner the rest of his life.

"I immediately asked for the lyrics, hoping to have something for a forward for some of my coworkers here. Something we could have a laugh at, because, let's be honest Mr. Anderson, the grandson of a football dynasty isn't exactly someone who comes up with life altering lyrics." Mr. Parson leaned back now, placing his folded hands over his stomach, "But your lyrics intrigued me. They showed depth, soul, passion even. They showed torture. They also showed someone who understood music. You understand the flow of the rhythm and the necessity of precision."

Blaine felt a warmth creep up into his cheeks, "Well, thank you. I mean, I've studied music my whole life."

"Tell me, Mr. Anderson, what your favorite types of music are."

Blaine leaned back, feeling slightly more comfortable, "Wow. I mean, I like everything. I have almost every genre of music on my Ipod. I can find something in almost every artist that I at least connect with."

Mr. Parson nodded, "I did some research on you. I actually attended one of your performances in a local coffee house. You have a decent voice on you."

Blaine couldn't believe Robert Parson was actually complimenting him, "Thanks! I mean, it's a little rusty now….but it's what I've got!"

"Blaine, I'm not going to lie to you. I know your family, well."

"You know my grandfather?" Blaine had forgotten that once again his family name got him something, now the lump in his throat was back.

"Well, we've met. But I know about business and the work-style your family has. Blaine, I want you to join me here at Sony." He didn't elaborate, he just fixed a long, thoughtful gaze on Blaine.

"Join you?" Blaine wanted to sound confident, but he didn't understand where anything was going.

"I need someone young to go out into the city and find talent. I need someone young to go to award shows and events and get the buzz. I need someone that can blend in and get the insider information."

Blaine tried to process everything, "So what exactly would my title be?"

"You'd be a talent scout of sorts. But you'd get paid more than those. They stick out, always wearing suits and flashy clothes. I need someone who dresses more like you – to impress, but also to not stand out quite as much. You'd probably get to perform at coffee houses and clubs so you can see artists behind the scenes. You'll schmooze with nobodies and A-list stars. You would also serve as assistants or dates for celebrities if they need one to an opening or something. It's a once in lifetime chance, Blaine." The man leaned back again, "Or we could buy your songs that would make you about a hundred bucks."

"So…I would just go to concerts, gigs, and events and just…listen to what's going on? Take notes on artists or trends?" Blaine started clicking things into place, his dad had a friend that had done this type of thing for sports.

"Exactly. Please don't worry about me leading you down the wrong path. I wouldn't go against an Anderson. Your grandfather would have my head. Is there anything you aren't comfortable with?"

Blaine played with his ring, "Well, the dates thing would be weird. I'm actually getting married come early summer…"

Mr. Parson's eyes bugged, "Married? I was under the impression you were gay…"

Blaine laughed, "We're allowed to get married now. And how do you know I'm gay?"

"Social gossip." Mr. Parson waved a hand, "You won't have to have sex or anything. Just accompany the singer, hold her purse, tell her she looks beautiful and that she won't end up on the worst dressed list. Blah blah blah."

Blaine thought about this job. He hadn't really thought about doing anything of the sort for the rest of his life, but doing this would allow him to write songs and he'd have an inside connection, "Mr. Parsons?"

"Yes?" The man was pulling out papers and putting Post-Its all over the stack.

"Would…you still be interested in buying my songs? I mean, if I take the job?" Blaine had to at least do something for himself.

Mr. Parson laughed, "Yes. You actually have talent, Mr. Anderson. You wouldn't have gotten through the front door without it. I'll tell you what, I'm sending the contract with you. Look it over, have a lawyer look it over , then come back to me next week sometime and tell me what you think. Okay?" He stood.

Blaine nodded, "Yes. I mean, of course." He stuck out his hand and smiled at the man, "Thank you for the opportunity."

"I hope we work together soon."

Blaine walked out of the room, hardly believing his own good fortune. A job looking for talent and working closely with the people he dreamed about singing his songs. He could quit the diner and he could provide Kurt with the type of life he always wanted.

Blaine smiled at the man who passed him and entered the office he just vacated.

The man glanced back and Blaine and closed the door, turning to Mr. Parson, "Rob…who was that?"

"Blaine Anderson. Son of Jack Anderson, of the Giants?"

The man raised his eyebrow, "Why was he here?"

"He's a talented kid. I think he'd be great to replace Baker. He's musically inclined, good looking, and strong-willed." Mr. Parson leaned back, "He'd be good at the job. I just hope he doesn't psych himself out and not take it."

Kurt watched Blaine leave the apartment and immediately turned to Abu, "You, my fair dog, are about to make your Christmas present for Daddy Blaine. You will behave, or I will steal your Lightening McQueen doll and you won't get it back."

Abu stopped and looked up at Kurt.

"I'm kidding, Abu." Kurt waited until he was sure Blaine wasn't going to come back for anything. He took Abu to the master bathroom and put him in the bathtub.

"Okay, Abu. What we're going to do is put your paw prints in this clay. Then, it will dry, and Daddy Blaine will have a copy of your paw print forever. Sound cool?"

Abu barked in the affirmative.

"And since it's my turn to give you a bath, we might as well get that out of the way. Though, you don't look too messy." Kurt set to work, pressing Abu's paw into the clay and etching his name. He quickly ran to the kitchen to put the plaque in the oven to bake.

He gave Abu a bath, and managed to pick out a new outfit for himself and Blaine before he realized that Blaine was taking a very long time.

He then set to work making dinner – salmon with white wine sauce and roasted vegetables. At least one of them could cook.

He heard the door open and Blaine walked into the kitchen, looking a little shell shocked. "Was it not a good meeting?" Kurt rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Blaine. They both had been so sure that the meeting could only bring good things for the pair.

"It was better than I could have expected," Blaine still had a wide-eyed look on his face. "He wants me to work directly with talent scouts and the artists." Blaine shook his head, "I don't know if I should do it though." Kurt led Blaine to where he had set up the plates with food.

"Why wouldn't you? Mercedes works with celebrities all the time!" Kurt looked through the contract, poking at his salmon, "It's such a great opportunity!"

Blaine took a gulp of water before opening his mouth, "It's just a huge responsibility. What if I'm not good at it? I can't help but feel like I don't deserve it…"

Kurt put his fork down, "What aren't you telling me?"

Blaine shifted uncomfortably, folding his arms, "I think the only reason…actually I know the only reason he called me in was because of my grandfather."

"And that's a problem because….?"

Blaine groaned, "I'm sick of being an Anderson. I'm sick of always getting things because of my grandfather. I want to do things my way. God, and now I'm whining."

"Blaine, you are going to make this job your own. You are a great people person, you can sell anything to anyone, you love music, you are made for this job. So, your grandfather's name got you into the interview, but do you really think if he wouldn't have seen anything in you, he would have requested you to do the job? If you had been a complete idiot, he would have just made an excuse for why he took your interview. Blaine, this is it, please don't run away from it." Kurt gave Blaine puppy dog eyes and put a hand on his knee, "Think about how much easier it would be for all of us."

"I'd have to quit my job at the diner. We couldn't perform together anymore."

Kurt laughed, "Blaine, I don't plan on staying at the diner forever. Plus, you could always come in to do surprise performances or hell, we could give Abu performances."

"I believe he's seen enough of our performances," Blaine laughed, eating more of his dinner. "You really think I should take this?"

"Yes! Oh my god. Think of all the people you'll get to meet. The life experiences. I'm jealous!" Kurt finished his food, sticking his fork into a piece of Blaine's salmon.

"Okay. I'm running to the lawyer tomorrow to have it checked out and then I'll take it," Blaine face lit up, "I really do like the idea of the job. I'm still not one hundred percent sure what I'm doing…but it just sounds so good." He stood and carried the plates to the dishwasher. "What time do we have to be at the Tree Lighting?"

"We're meeting Santana and Hayden at 7:30, the lighting is at 8." Kurt leaned against the counter, "I picked out your outfit already." Kurt's eyes trailed up and down Blaine, he always looked so good when Kurt picked out his clothes. Kurt thought maybe he shouldn't pick them out too often, Blaine was his, and his alone.

"I'm still your Ken doll, then?" Blaine was terrified Kurt would make him put on the leather jacket again. It was too cold for that.

"Well…with one particular addition," Kurt sidled up to Blaine, wrapping an arm around Blaine's waist, grinding against him.

"What's that," Blaine ground out, biting his lip when he felt Kurt rub against him.

"Well..you know, Ken never had anything in his pants…" Kurt brushed his thigh against Blaine, "So maybe you aren't quite a Ken doll…"

Blaine sighed in relief, "Well thank god for that!"

Kurt didn't want to lighten the moment, he continued rubbing his thigh against Blaine's pants, and kissed down his neck.

"Baby…we don't have time for that," Blaine bit back a moan.

Kurt reached his hand down and cupped Blaine, "We might have time for something."

Blaine groaned, still trying to fight the inevitable.

Kurt laughs, pushing Blaine against the counter, kissing his jaw and unbuttoning Blaine's pants.

"This has to be quick, Blaine."

"I believe that depends on you," Blaine said through clenched teeth, fingers gripping the counter.

Kurt chuckled low in his throat, "Now please try not to fuck my throat to hard, I have to sing for my keep tomorrow."

"Totally," Blaine breathed out, grinning widely down at him as Kurt gets Blaine's pants open. He's already hard, his cock hot and thick when Kurt leans down to swallow around him. Kurt pulled off to lick his hand, using it to jerk Blaine off where his mouth can't reach, the rhythm quick and familiar. Blaine cupped the side of Kurt's face and moans, low and rough.

"Come on," Kurt urged, leaning back down and letting his tongue drag over the head of Blaine's cock, feeling Blaine's hips twitch up. He raised an eyebrow at Blaine, pulling back to remind him of the agreement.

"No fucking, right, I was just-" Blaine groaned, his head dropping back. "Kurt, shit, your mouth. And oh my god…"s

Kurt almost smirked around Blaine's cock. He doubled his efforts, causing Blaine to rely totally on the counter to keep him standing. "Stop fighting and come, Blaine," Kurt urged, using his hand to jerk Blaine off. Kurt stared up into Blaine's eyes, watching them get darker and darker.

"Fuck," Blaine gasped, grabbing at Kurt's shoulder and clinging as his body shudders through his orgasm, his come streaking across Kurt's mouth and cheek.

Kurt groaned when he felt it hit his face but kept jerking Blaine off until he's done.

"Come here baby," Blaine ground out after catching his breath, grabbing at Kurt's shoulder, and when Kurt looked up Blaine's eyes were wide and dark, staring down at Kurt with a fire that instantly turns Kurt to mush.

Blaine pulled Kurt to his mouth, kissing him and opening his mouth wide enough to clean some of Kurt's face. Kurt moaned when he tasted Blaine, pressing against him again.

"Blaine," Kurt whined, his cock twitching in his tight pants again as Blaine sucked hard at Kurt's jaw. "We need to-"

"No. I want to do you…" Blaine pushed Kurt against other side of the kitchen, "Please?"

Kurt pulled back, realizing they only had twenty minutes until they needed to meet Santana and Hayden. "No, baby. You can pay me back after the tree lighting."

The boys were only five minutes late to meet Santana and Hayden at the corner by the tree lighting.

Blaine was warm in his beanie, black pea coat, scarf, and skinny jeans. Kurt even let him wear mittens, which was rare. Kurt had a fascination for fingerless gloves.

"I see pea coats are in style," Kurt laughed, realizing all four of them were wearing pea coats. Blaine's was black, Kurt's was navy, Hayden wore green, and Santana's was red.

Santana wrapped and arm around Hayden, who was shaking and shivering in the cold. "We could have stayed in and watched on the TV had I known you were going to be this cold!"

Hayden's teeth clacked together, "It's fine. I'm just cold. I want to see this."

Blaine started unbuttoning his coat, "Hayden, come here."

Hayden immediately went to Blaine, and he wrapped her close to him in his coat. She sighed with happiness.

Kurt felt bad. In the move to their new apartment and working to get their lives together and a wedding planned, they'd been neglecting Santana and Hayden. Sure, Kurt saw them at work, but it was hard to talk because they were constantly busy.

"You know, Santana, we could always huddle for warmth," Kurt joked, keeping his hand in Blaine's warm one.

"It's cool, I'm hot," Santana glared at Blaine, "But don't you get any ideas, hobbit."

"Sorry, she's not my type," Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt's cheek, causing Hayden to be exposed to the air.

"No, stay here," she murmured.

Soon the carols started and all four sang the words out, laughing at Hayden, the only one who was tone deaf.

By the time they were ready for the tree to light up, all four were clutching each other to keep warm. Hayden was still in Blaine's coat, but Santana was nearly in it as well, and Kurt was firmly pressed up against all three.

"One…two…three" they all yelled and watched as the tree lit up, and the holiday season truly began.

A week later, Blaine celebrated two very special events – a brand new job, and turning twenty.

Up next? Christmas Day. What do you all want to see for Blaine and Kurt? What about Hayden and Santana? Also...is everyone on Pottermore?