HI LOVELIES!
Sorry for the awful wait, I'm still in the middle of planning this whole fic, urg. I won't keep you reading my thoughts, so here is chapter four - unbeta'd as always (sorry 'bout that!) XD ENJOY!
The curly haired man strutted over to him and ran a hand through his dark, sexy, soft-looking hair. Kurt shook his head slightly. He was not supposed to be attracted to a complete stranger. And not one with bad manners and a leatherjacket slung over his arm.
"Hey babe, fancy seeing you here," Blaine said as he leaned up against Kurt's desk.
"Are you stalking me?" The brunette snapped defensively.
"You wish. I'm here for the big guy."
"Who?"
"The boss," Blaine clarified.
"Why would you- oh my God. Anderson. You're related to Mr. Anderson!" Kurt gaped.
"Now why don't you ever call me that?" The curly haired man smirked.
"Wha- How are you related to the Director?"
"Does it matter?" Kurt didn't notice the weird flicker in Blaine's eyes.
"Yes! If you're related to such an amazing man, I don't get how you got to be so…" Kurt stopped and gave Blaine an elevator-look. "You," he finished lamely.
"Well, you don't get to choose your parents, do you?"
"No, you don't, but- Oh my God, he's your dad?"
"Last time I checked." Blaine's voice was oddly cold. As were his eyes. Kurt was about to open his mouth to ask what was with him, when the director's secretary came up to them.
"Mr. Anderson, there you are. The director is waiting for you," she said as she pushed her hair over her shoulder. Kurt almost snorted out loud. Did Blaine have that effect on every female?
"He can wait, I'm in the middle of-" And suddenly the desk was over shadowed.
"Hello Blaine," said a gruff voice. All three turned their heads to see Director Anderson standing with crossed arms. Kurt almost fainted. If the director thought it was his fault that Blaine was late then he'd surely be fired.
But it didn't look like he noticed anyone but Blaine. And said man looked just as uninterested and cold as his father. Blaine slowly turned to face the other man and crossed his arms. He didn't even nod as a greeting.
"Let's step into my office, shall we?" The older Anderson said and gestured to where he'd just stepped out from. Blaine glanced at Kurt one last time before walking after his dad with an annoyed look on his face. Kurt sat and stared at the door for five minutes straight when it closed behind them.
Blaine was Mr. Anderson's son.
Mr. Anderson was Blaine's dad.
Okay, he thought to himself when he finally remembered how to blink, okay, it's not so bad. It's not like he'll get me fired for not wanting to sleep with him. It didn't even seem like they have a very loving relationship. At that thought he turned his head to look at the frame on his desk. In it was a picture of his dad, Carole and Finn. He felt a sudden longing for his family. It had been days since he last had a real conversation with his dad.
Kurt looked from his desk, where his work was ready to get started at, and to the door where Blaine had disappeared into. Then he sighed and picked up his phone. Calling his dad wouldn't take long and it wasn't like he could concentrate with Blaine so close to him. He gritted his teeth. Why do I find the guy so annoying? It's not like he's been that bad. He shook his head and called his dad.
"Hummel Lube and Ties, Burt speaking," a gruff voice said on the other end.
"Hey dad," Kurt responded.
"Kurt! Hi son, what's up?"
"Not much, I just felt like calling. How are you?"
"I'm doing just fine," Burt said. He knew his son was still worried about his health after he had a heart attack several years back.
"Are you eating right? How is Finn - did you let him take over the shop yet?"
"Kurt, buddy. Relax. Aren't I supposed to be the worried one?" Burt laughed. "I'm eating right and Finn is a great help in the shop. Now, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine, dad."
"What about, um, y'know. How about the- the guys? Found anyone you like?"
"Do you really want to have this discussion with me, dad?" Kurt rolled his eyes.
"No, not really," Burt admitted. "But Carole's worried. And I am too of course."
"Dad, I'm fine, okay? I'm not- I don't need-" Kurt muttered. How should he wiggle his way out of this one? He sighed. "I'm actually, kind of, seeing someone," he lied. He could've face-palmed, because he already knew what his dad's next question would be.
"Oh, really? Is it serious?"
"It's… fairly serious." Stop lying, stop lying, you know you'll get in trouble for lying, stop it before he-
"Do we get to meet him soon then? You could bring him next time you're coming home?" Burt sounded hopeful. He didn't like that Kurt lived alone in New York.
"Kurt?" He asked after a moment of no response from his son. Said man was busy banging his head against the desk. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Huh? Oh, yea, sure dad, I'll ask him."
"Great kiddo. Hey, what's his name? You know Carole's gonna ask." Oh damn.
"Um, yea, he, err, Blaine." Fuck! Why not Mike? Or Sam? Or Tom? Why should the one name he could get over his lips be Blaine's?
"Blaine? Okay, I'll tell her. Um, you be careful and… such," Burt said; not noticing his son's panic.
"I will dad," Kurt said and bit his lip. He could still call out the lie.
"Blaine too." Oh god why are you being the best dad when I've just lied to you?
"Dad, I-" He started, but Burt interrupted.
"I gotta run kid, the shop's busy today, but be sure to call again soon, okay?"
"Okay," Kurt sighed.
"Love you."
"Love you too, dad." Kurt hung up, feeling worse than before. He'd just lied to his dad. It's okay, it's going to be okay, he thought, I'll just tell them we broke up, that way they won't ask about my love life either; it's a win-win.
There sounded a terrifying crash which startled Kurt from his thoughts and a moment later the entire building shook with a "FUCK YOU!"
Less than two seconds later the door to the office slammed open and a furious Blaine stomped past Kurt's desk to the elevator. Director Anderson stepped of his office; sounding a lot calmer than his son. "Eight o'clock, Blaine!" He called and ran a hand through his hair; ruining the image of his calm attitude. He was clearly frustrated.
"BITE ME!" And then the elevator doors shut. The director turned to his secretary with a sigh.
"Have a desk ready by tomorrow morning. Close to my office, please," he said calmly and then went back into his office.
Kurt sat by his desk with big eyes; observing the situation. Blaine would come back. Blaine would be here tomorrow. He would be in the same building as Kurt.
For the second time that day Kurt's head hit his desk with a loud smack.
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"Oh my god boo, what happened to your forehead?" Mercedes asked later that day, when Kurt picked up his usual at the coffee shop.
"Nothing," he mumbled. He'd kept banging his head against the desk; something he normally wouldn't do, even if he was frustrated. But he had to keep his thoughts away, or he would end up doing a Bella Swan.
About three things he was absolutely sure of. One: Blaine was a badboy. Two: There was a part of him, and Kurt didn't know how big that part was, that wanted to get into Kurt's pants. Three: Kurt was- Stop it.
He. Is. Rude. And not even that good looking. Even though his eyes had that green-hazel mixed color and he was naturally tan and his hair was wild and-
And why did he even think about how Blaine looked? The man wanted to get into his pants and then leave him alone. Maybe… But he stopped himself before he could think something he would regret.
While he was caught up in his own head, Mercedes had waved his coffee in front of him.
"-llooooo?"
"Huh?" He snapped his head in her direction.
"Boy, go to bed early today. You look exhausted," the black girl said with a smile.
"Nice way of saying I look like crap," Kurt chuckled. "But fine, I will."
"Um, Kurt?" Mercedes asked softly, when he was about to turn away.
"Hmm?" He hummed as he brought the coffee cup up to his lips.
"Could we talk?" She sounded so serious, that Kurt just nodded. "I'm taking my break!" Mercedes said to one of the other baristas, and then she led Kurt to a table near the window.
"So?"
"So what?" Kurt asked with a roll of his eyes. He knew there was something wrong, when she started the conversation like that.
"Anything you wanna tell me?" Mercedes asked and crossed her arms.
"What? I don't think so, no."
"What about this weekend?" She asked and raised an eyebrow.
"This wee- Oh god. Who told you?" Kurt hissed. It wasn't supposed to go around that he had a break down because of a simple sentence.
"Tina of course, stupid. Now why didn't you call me?"
"What would I have said?" He said sarcastically. Of course he'd thought of calling Mercedes, but he didn't want to sound weak.
"Oh I don't know, something in the lines of 'there's this awful man who messes with me, come smash his head'?"
"Mercedes!" Kurt gasped.
"I mean it Kurt! You're not alone in all of this. I'm here for you." She reached over and grabbed his hand.
"I know, I know. But nothing happened."
"He groped you and you freaked out," she pointed out.
"I did not!" He squeaked; voice embarrassingly high, and pulled his hand out from under hers.
"Yes you did! Kurt, maybe you should talk to someone about this. Y'know, like a-"
"A shrink? No thank you, Mercedes, you know I've already tried that," his voice was getting colder by the second.
"I know, but… Kurt, I think that maybe you need to go out there more kind of. Get over-"
"Okay, you know what Mercedes, I don't want to talk about it," Kurt snapped. He spent most of his time trying not to think about that particular incident, and he was not going to go through all those emotions again. "I didn't want to then and I don't want to now. I am over it."
"Is that why you went home instead of telling him off? The Kurt I know would've slapped that bastard himself."
"I would have if- if he didn't- if I didn't-" He stumbled over his words. He had been shocked. That was why he hadn't reacted. He had just been shocked, that Blaine had said a few words in annoyance and still been able to hit where it hurt. Kurt had to admit he liked the attention. Blaine was rude and mostly annoying, but even when Kurt outright rejected him, he kept pushing. And I really shouldn't like that, Kurt sighed as he thought this. Because he really shouldn't. He should find a responsible guy, who loved him and would never hurt him. And he should be concentrating on his job. There was a business trip to Paris next month, and he was dying to come.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said softly. "You're right. I should get over it. For real this time." He sent his best friend a small smile. Mercedes rose from her seat and pulled Kurt into a hug. "So the next time, I'll be able to punch that smug grin off of his face myself," he mumbled into her shoulder. They both laughed.
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When Blaine got home to his apartment, he was not laughing. He was pissed. He'd only stepped into that building because the old bastard had said it had something to do with his mother. He kicked a chair out of his way in the living room and went into the kitchen. Not even food could calm his nerves. He was shaking with rage as he recalled the afternoon's event.
"You'll be working here from now on," the older Anderson had said as he walked behind his desk.
"And why the hell would I do that?" Blaine had crossed his arms. He hated being in this office. He hated being near the man.
"Because you can't live off that club of yours," Eric Anderson answered calmly.
"Newsflash old man, yes I can. The club's doing fine," the young man said with a smirk. His father had never approved of the idea. Then again, he'd never approved of anything in Blaine's life.
"Then you won't have any problems leaving it for a few months," Eric said with an indifferent voice and sat down in his chair; looking at the stacks of papers on his desk instead of at his son.
"I am not giving up my club to come work for you," Blaine said in a hard voice.
"Yes you are."
"Would you just give it up? I am not going to work for y-"
"It's your mother's wish." All Blaine's retorts fell to the ground and he felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach.
"W-what?"
"Your mother wished for you to work here, Blaine." It still hit him how little feeling the man was showing, even when he was talking about his late wife.
"Why the fuck-"
"Apparently she thought you'd be good at it. I tried to talk her out of it. But since med school didn't work out for you-"
"Didn't work out? What the fuck? I never wanted to go to that fucking school in the first-"
"Language, Blaine. So, as I said, you'll be working here. Under me." The older Anderson's voice left no room for discussion.
So Blaine had left. Screaming a final 'fuck you' at the man. Right in front of Kurt. Blaine gritted his teeth and stomped into the bedroom; grabbing his gym bag. He needed a good distraction.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
The adrenaline was pumping through his veins.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
There was nothing like this feeling. Perhaps sex, Blaine thought as he aimed another hit at the punching bag, but there's only one ass I'd wanna tap right now, and that ass - another hit - is too annoyed to let me.
"Why does he have to work for that asshole anyway?" Blaine mumbled as he took another swing. "He couldn't just work for Vogue or whatever."
"Yo Anderson!" Came muffled a voice from behind him. He didn't look. Even through the loud music pumping out of his earplugs, he recognized Puck's voice. He saw the taller man's shadow coming up behind him and bend quickly in his knees. As he'd predicted Puck had taken a swing at him and almost stumbled when his fist met nothing but air.
"You're not getting any slower, huh?" Puck laughed as Blaine pulled his earplugs out.
"And you're not getting any better," he smirked back.
"How did it go?" Puck asked and handed Blaine a towel. "Y'know. With your old man?"
"Swimmingly. We sat down, drank some tea, talked about the good old times and separated with a heart-warming hug," Blaine spat with so much sarcasm you could almost cut through it with a knife.
"That bad, huh?"
"I'm leaving the club for a while," Blaine said and turned towards the punching bag again. He hated having to leave his club. He hated that the old asshole still controlled his life.
"Why?" Puck said and began strapping his gloves back on. It wasn't a new thing for Blaine to leave town a couple of days.
"Gotta work for the bastard," the curly haired man mumbled as his right fist collided with the bag.
"What? Why?" Puck looked at his friend. He didn't know much, but nobody could miss the fact that Blaine absolutely loathed his father.
"Long story."
"Just say no, man," the taller man said with an awkward laugh. Blaine could make everybody obey. Of course he'd know of a way to refuse the man.
"I can't," Blaine pushed out through gritted teeth.
"Why not?" Puck knew he was walking on a dangerous area by the way Blaine's punches was becoming more and more erratic.
"He's got something on me."
"What, you mean, like he's bribing you? That's sick." Even for Blaine's dad. Puck hadn't ever actually met the guy, just heard all the rumors.
"Yea."
"What's he using against ya?" He couldn't help but ask. If it was money, Blaine knew he could count on his friends. Right?
"Nothing important."
"Blaine-"
"Leave it," Blaine spat as he slammed his fist against the bag with more and more force.
Puck snapped his mouth shut. He knew when to stop talking. Especially with Blaine. The hobbit could kick ass, even though Puck would never admit it. So he thought of the most likely topic to put Blaine in a good mood again - and a topic he himself could relate to.
"So, did ya get some from Hummel?"
Blaine smiled at the thought of the brunette. Then he frowned. He knew he hadn't handled the situation the way he'd wanted. He had to find a way of- He looked at Puck, who'd just started practicing at his own punching bag.
"Hey Puck?" He called as he pulled off his gloves.
"Hmm?"
"Do you know anything about- about what happened?"
"What?" Puck dried his sweaty forehead off on his arm.
"With Kurt. In high school," Blaine said as he sat down on a bench.
"Oh. Yea. Of course. His brother and I were best friends, like, all through high school." Puck smiled as he recalled his memories from McKinley. Blaine just sat back and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, oh! You want me to tell you?" Blaine nodded.
And that's how Blaine Anderson got told the story of Kurt Hummel's nightmare in high school.
Okay, so I know it's a bit shorter than the others, but I needed the chapter to end there. SORRY! Leave me your thoughts, please! And I hope you like Blaine a little bit better now.
I didn't know they'd make Blaine box in the new episode (HOW AMAZING WAS IT? Angry!Blaine, phew! *fan myself*), I've had this idea in my head for weeks. So yay for RIB to make my dreams come true :'D weeee!