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Kurt scanned the crowd in the airport until he found a man, pristinely dressed, with a sign raised above him. His name, KURT HUMMEL, was in bold.
Kurt approached him and said hesitantly, "I'm supposed to teach the Smythe childr-"
"Yes," drawled the man, "come right this way, sir." With that, the man turned around and led Kurt to the car. No, perhaps the right word was 'limo'. "Please, Mr. Hummel," said the driver with a disinterested air about him. "Do go in." Kurt stepped in almost reverently and before he had a chance to sit, the limo sped off.
The city scenery eventually settled down to somewhere more country like. There were grape vines here and there, with little cottages scattered around. They drove into a more crowded area, with tiny, old fashioned shops and rich neighborhoods. Of course, they entered the wealthiest one. Of course, thought Kurt. The largest house, overlooking a lake, with a driveway so big and spacious that it could have fit more than three big houses, was apparently where Kurt was going to live in.
The limo slowed as the black, iron gates swung open. It stopped right outside the stairs that led to the double doors. Kurt opened the door and looked around in shock. "Wow," he whispered. The driver took out the suitcases and gestured for Kurt to go in.
"Mr. Smythe will see to you there," the driver told him, and Kurt nodded, just trying to absorb the beauty of it all. He climbed the steps and opened the door.
"Hello?" he called out tentatively. A door slammed open and he couldn't help but jump in surprise. Footsteps began to draw nearer, and finally, a man came into his point of view. He was leanly built, tall, with emerald green eyes flecked with gold and shining with mischievous intent. His skin was lightly tanned, and his dark hair was perfectly styled with golden strands shining brightly in the sunlight's beam.
"Mr. Hummel?" the man asked.
Kurt nodded dumbly. "Mr...Mr. Smythe?" he inquired softly.
Mr. Smythe nodded and smiled somewhat cooly. "Sebastian, please. I can never stand formality. May I call you Kurt?"
Kurt bit his bottom lip. "Yeah. I-"
Mr. Smythe-no Sebastian, cut him off. "You'll start immediately, of course." With that, Sebastian whistled so loud that Kurt was sure his ears were bleeding.
Immediately, footsteps marched from above. Kurt glanced above, and sure enough, there were seven children clambering down. Sebastian glanced at them and the icy snarkiness softened in his eyes. "Children," he commanded. "Introduce yourselves."
The first one marched up, green eyes flashing and blonde hair a curled mess. "Olivia, age 16, and I don't want a tutor, let alone a nanny, to watch me." Her eyes were haughty and condescending, but Kurt could see something vulnerable in them.
He decided to play her game. "Kurt Hummel, age unknown for now, and you're right, you don't want one, but you need one." Olivia cocked her head and watched him. A moment passed, and a slow smile broke through.
The next one was the spitting image of his father. "Christopher, age 15." He was watching Kurt with wide, green eyes. Kurt smiled back, but Christopher remained impassive.
"Jeanette, age 13, and I love to play music. Can we play music with you around?" she pleaded him with her blonde curls and blue eyes. There seemed to be in an intake of breath, and before Kurt knew it, every one of the children were staring at him, begging him to say yes.
Suddenly, Sebastian stepped in. "No, and that's final, Jeanette." His eyes had turned into the steely green that had greeted Kurt when he first came. Jeanette bit her lip and ducked her head. Sebastian cleared his throat. "Next one."
A boy with tousled blonde hair and green eyes stepped up. He mumbled something. Kurt tilted his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What?"
The boy finally lifted his face to look at Kurt and said softly, "Jules, age 11."
Kurt smiled at the shy boy. "Nice to meet you, Jules." Jules relaxed and allowed a small smile to grace his lips. Kurt counted it as a win.
"Emelie, age 10," a tall, blonde, blue eyed girl said. "I-"
"Marie! Age 7!" a small little green eyed, dark haired girl interrupted, eyes brimming with excitement. "Papa says you will be different from the other nannies and tutors, because you are from America, and Americans are so relaxed in their teachings."
If Kurt didn't know better, he'd say that Sebastian looked embarrassed.
"Maybe, maybe not," Kurt said wryly. "I won't be like that, though."
Marie suddenly looked very scared. "But...you will let us have fun, won't you?"
Kurt was astounded that such a question had to asked. "Of course," he exclaimed. He felt like the hero of the day when little Marie's face brightened. "You'll have fun every single day," he assured her.
Sebastian cleared his throat. "Moving on," he said clearly, shooting a pointed look towards Kurt. Kurt ignored it. He really disliked this Sebastian who didn't allow his children fun and thought Americans were lazy.
The last boy was so small and adorable, it was all Kurt could do to not scoop him up and squeeze the life out of him. Sebastian probably wouldn't appreciate it. "Oliver," the boy whispered. "Age 5."
Kurt smiled warmly at him, his heart melting at the sight of the blue eyed, dark haired boy. "Now that you are acquainted with them," Sebastian said, "I expect you on the job the next morning, early. You are, of course, invited to the family dinner."
Kurt resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I thought we were starting now? Or did you think simply because I am 'American' that I won't be able to handle it?"
Sebastian paused at his ascent to the stairs. "Not at all," he finally replied smoothly. He chanced a glance towards Kurt. "I was only concerned about your health and all. You look rather on the delicate side," Sebastian added. A smirk danced at the edges of his lips.
Kurt stared back, affronted. "No, I'm perfectly fine," Kurt replied back icily. Sebastian looked delighted at the change of tone. "Only a bit rough on the edges. I'm quite ready for anything."
Sebastian stared into Kurt's eyes, and suddenly, Kurt felt as if he couldn't breathe. "Let's see how you last for a few days," Sebastian suggested, the smirk growing.
"I'm sure you mean a few months," Kurt scoffed.
Sebastian's eyes sparkled dangerously. "Challenge accepted. Let's see if you can manage seven children, Kurt Hummel. Let's see."
Author's Note: Wow. I'm exhausted. Is this better? I hope it is. Reviews are love! (btw, did you know Maria Von Trapp actually didn't like the Captain at all?! It was only after they married that she learned to love him. Don't worry, I won't make it that long for Kurt to realize his feelings for Sebastian, or vise versa)