Happy Wednesday! I don't know if you've noticed, but this is rated M, so there is gonna be some swearing and adult topics. Just warning you. Thank you all for your lovely comments and reviews, it really makes writing things like this worth it. Once again thanks to Brooke who catches my dumb spelling mistakes and reminds me that people read my stuff.

Even after taking Cupcake around the store and feeding her at home, Blaine still was done with everything he was supposed to do that day before lunch was even warming up.

He heard his timer ding! and he quickly took the lasagna his housemaid made for him a few nights before. Blaine can cook, he just doesn't find a need to when his housemaid likes to make him food while complaining that he needs to eat more because it's not natural for a man to be this small.

He hears a door slam behind him. Speak of the devil.

"Hola Meester Blaine." His housemaid, Santana, drawls out sarcastically. Blaine found himself grinning even though the joke was kind of old.

(One time, Cooper came in after Blaine had just hired Santana and acted like she couldn't speak English. He kept making dirty jokes her way until she very not kindly informed him that she had a girlfriend and could speak better English than he could in one of his own commercials. Cooper, to this day, still avoids her after she had flashed her nails not-so-innocently.)

"Hola Meesis Tana." Blaine drawled back, and Santana wickedly smiled back.

"How are you doing-" She stops talking (and walking) at the sight of Cupcake tearing into a rope that Blaine saw her eyeing from the ground.

"Blaine." She stated, "Don't move, but there's a huge rat in your apartment."

Blaine looked down at Cupcake then back to Santana, "A rat? Really? The dog looks like a rat to you?"

She looked at Blaine with a serious face, "My girlfriend has a cat, I don't do dogs." Her upper lip curled up into a snarl, "You expect me to clean up after that?"

Blaine shook his head before he thought about what she was complaining about. Then it hit him, "Wait, my maid is telling me that she won't clean up in my apartment?"

She glared at him, "Bitch, last time I looked, you didn't have a dog." Her snarl turned down into a frown, "This was your actor's idea wasn't it?"

Blaine nodded, "Said I was lonely."

She clucked her tongue, "How can you be lonely when I find Cooper's trash everywhere in your apartment. Do you know how many candy wrappers I've found, how many condom wrappers-"

"Condom wrapp-"

"I don't recall saying condom wrappers." She immediately responded. She dropped her head down to her upcoming hand and she sighed, "Ok, let's make a deal, Elijah."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Ok."

"You have to walk and feed that..." She glanced at Cupcake, who was now on her back holding the rope above her head, "That thing, and I agree that if she happens to do something...bad I'll clean it up."

Blaine quirked an eyebrow, "Without complaining?"

She smiled, "Nope."

"Deal."

Santana's grin spread across her face, "Good."

With that, she stripped the rest of her jacket off (right onto the floor) and turned to head into his bedroom. She stopped with a look at Blaine, "Are you going to take it for a walk while I'm here?"

Blaine sighed, "That wasn't part of the agreement."

"It is when she's kneeling like that." She jerked her head in Cupcake's direction and, sure enough, it looked like Cupcake was about to go to the bathroom right in his apartment.

"Shit."

Blaine kind of had it coming to him considering he forgot to take her for a walk as soon as he got home, but the lasagna was just calling to him and he couldn't ignore the siren's call. Thankfully, since he lived across the street from Central Park, it wasn't like it was a long walk to get to a spot. Unthankfully (unfortunately?), it still took about ten minutes for Cupcake to finally do her business in the park.

He spotted a free picnic bench and he walked over to it while taking off Cupcake's leash so she can run around. She seemed content to just sit right behind Blaine, but that didn't bother Blaine. He could catch some more fresh air anyways.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots somebody walking towards the bench with their own dog.

"Do you mind if I..." The familiar voice said, then it tapered off, "Wait, Blaine?"

Blaine glanced over and saw exactly who he thought it'd be, "Kurt?"

Kurt's face brightened with his smile, "Didn't think I'd see you again, especially so soon!"

He was apparently still walking Carreras since he last saw him, because he looked a little winded and flushed in the face, although his outfit was still remarkable and there he went again, back to the inappropriate.

He smiled at Kurt and nodded, "You can sit if you want." He gestured to the empty bench next to him, "Just taking Cupcake for a walk."

Kurt's eyes brightened at the mention of Cupcake, but his face screws up into confusion, "Where is she?" The answer must've been obvious to him though because then he said, "You do realize there's a leash law right?"

Blaine scrunched up, "A what?"

Kurt chuckled and grabbed the leash off of Blaine's lap, "A leash law." He disappeared from Blaine's view, which, no, so Blaine turned in his spot to see Kurt leaning down to Cupcake and attaching the leash, "You can't have your dog roaming free without a leash in Central Park." He smiled down at Cupcake and glanced over his shoulder, "You really are a new dog owner, huh?"

Blaine bit his lip, "I had a dog when I was a kid." He shrugged, "Didn't take care of it, though, so it is kind of new to me."

Kurt returns from latching on the leash and hands the other end to Blaine, "Can tell." He sits down and ties Carrera's leash to his end of the bench, which Blaine follows suit. He doesn't really want to just hold onto the leash while he's trying to relax.

"You must not have been out long if you haven't gotten in trouble for Cupcake not having a leash on." Kurt remarked calmly, and Blaine felt the embarrassment creep up his neck.

"...New dog owner..." Blaine grumbled in response. It only made Kurt laugh out loud at him.

Blaine remembered why he probably should avoid Kurt.

"So, Blaine," Kurt sat back and swung his arm across the back of the bench, "Why'd you take so long to take out dear Cupcake over there?"

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Apparently there's only so much I can do before I have to eat and feed her too." He looked at Kurt's dancing eyes and wondered if it would be too weird if the guy that thought he was straight for 28 years suddenly leaned over and pecked Kurt on the lips.

Probably.

Definitely.

He realized that Kurt had continued talking after that, and Blaine had been paying too much attention to Kurt's clear blue eyes and his pale pink lips to even hear the beginning of what Kurt had said. Thankfully, he caught on to the end, which seemed the most important.

"...so if you need any help with dogs, I'll be glad to help?"

"Sure!" Blaine immediately agreed.

Kurt's face brightened and his smile grew, "Great! Awesome! Well I usually walk Carreras around this time every day, so I'll meet you here tomorrow around..." He checked his watch, "12:30?"

"Sounds great." Blaine croaked. His mouth was drying already.

Wait, why was he nervous?

"Sweet!" Kurt rose from the bench and unwrapped his dog leash, "I'll see you then."

Blaine was fucked.

And he wasn't even gay.

Blaine didn't really know much about relationships. See his past relationships were over ten years ago, let alone they were all girls. So really, he only had one option for his incomprehensible gay crisis.

"Santana?"

Thankfully, she hadn't left yet while Blaine was taking Cupcake outside. Unfortunately, that meant she was currently sitting in his kitchen, drinking a glass of his whiskey.

"You rang boss?" She replied without even a hint of guilt over not working.

"If I'm willing to over-look the fact that you're not working, do you think you could answer some questions for me?" In reality, Blaine didn't really mind that she never seemed to be working when he saw her because she was able to do the unthinkable; make Cooper stay away.

That and do his laundry.

"Depends." Santana drawled, "Are you asking me for advice on girls?"

Blaine's throat constricted, "No."

"Alright." She sat the glass down and turned her whole body to where he was standing in the doorway, "And no, I won't help you pick up a lesbian."

"No, that's not..." Blaine sighed, "How did you know you were...not into men?"

The effect was immediate. Her eyes went from biting and snarky to soft and caring, "Are you ok Blaine?"

He cursed and dropped into a chair next to Santana, "I don't know."

She reached out a hand and cupped one of his own, resting them on the table, "What happened?"

But Blaine didn't know where to start with describing Kurt, the guy he's only known for a day, "How did you know?"

She sighed but answered, "It was when I was in high school. I fell in love with a girl but I didn't want to admit it." He felt the hand holding his tense for a minute, "We broke up a year after I graduated. She moved on to some blonde guy."

Blaine squeezed her hand, "Do you still love her?"

Her eyes filled with tears, "The one that got away." She shook her head and gave Blaine a look, "Wait, are you chasing after some boy on the playground?"

Now it was Blaine's turn to tense up, "I...I don't really know Santana." He rested his head on the table, "I just met him today, but I felt more attracted to him than I ever did with my previous girlfriends." He buried his head in his other arm, "I don't know what's going on."

"You's a homo, Blaine." Santana stated.

"Huh?" Blaine turned his head to look at Santana's smirking face.

"You's a homosexual. You watch My Little Pony, you're really good at riding horses, you sucking too hard on the lollipop-"

"I don't even know what half that means-"

"You is gay."

Blaine sighed and got up from the table, "I don't know, Santana. I was just asking how you knew."

Santana tugged on his hand, forcing him to stop walking away from the table like he wanted to, "Blaine, seriously, it's ok to not know. Don't let it freak you out ok?" Finally, she let go of his hand, "There's nothing wrong with not knowing. Just...go with it until you know for sure ok?"

Blaine blinked and gave a small smile, "Thanks Santana."

He left the kitchen, but he was still in earshot to hear Santana shout out behind him, "If you need a dildo, you know where to find me!"