D'aww, thanks for the get-well wishes. :*

Sixth day of prompts week- boss!Kurt employ!Blaine, which is also a follow up to something I wrote a long while ago, #78, The Devil Wears Prada AU. (Shh, I love that AU, I could resist.) It's about how everyone at the office finds out they're together. :D

Ugh, can you believe my stupid internet connection? I had to upload this through iPhone.

Business and Pleasure

"Blaine, holy shit!" Drew's eyes widened as soon as Blaine walked in.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Good morning to you, too, Drew." He put his bag under his desk and took off his coat, hanging it calmly.

"Who did that?" he didn't bother lowering his voice, as they were the only ones around at this hour.

Blaine blushed, tugging at his tie."I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Blaine! Come on, I thought we were friends. At least give me some more details. Was he hot?"

Blaine giggled, sitting on his chair and turning to his computer. "Very much so."

"Ohhh, was that the guy who was checking you out at Starbucks that other day?" his voice was too excited for something that did not have anything to do with him.

Blaine sighed, clicking on the calendar on the computer. He had two calls to make, a fabric delivery to pick up at eight, two meetings. And a lunch. ..with a certain person who gave him a fantastic hickey last night. Which Drew was still staring at. "No, Drew. Not homeless-hippy-Starbucks-guy."

"Stop that, he's not homeless. And he's a very cute hippy," he claimed with a raised eyebrow.

"Not as cute as Kurt," he muttered.

"What was that?" asked Drew, but before Blaine could reply, Martha strode through the doors, her heels clicking and her smile too-big-too-energetic for this time of the day.

"Hello, boys!" she beamed. "Drew, what a lovely hairdo! I told you not to cut it, it's absolutely gorgeous. Blaine- wow," she stopped, perfectly still, her eyes fixated on his neck. "Blaine Anderson. That hickey is the size of my last one-night-stand's dick. Who's the lucky boy?"

Blaine's cheeks were so red so fast it hurt. "Stop it, both of you. It's not that huge, and I didn't have any concealer, anyways. I'm an adult and I'm allowed to get hickeys from nice, hot guys every once in a while."

Martha seemed quite irritated, until her phone rang. She swallowed and hit the 'answer' button. "Yes, Mr. Hummel?" Blaine bit his lips, turning back to the computer to hide his smile. "Yes, yes, of course." She hung up, turning to face Drew. "He'll be here in five. Coffee?"

"On his table," nodded Drew.

"Blaine- schedule?"

Blaine scanned the calendar. "First meeting, with Lagerfeld's people, in thirty minutes."

Martha sighed in relief. "Good." She walked into Kurt's office, stopping at the doorway to glance back at Blaine. "Don't think you've managed to escape, mister. I'll find out, whether you like it or not."

Blaine shook his head, trying to make his heart rate slow. In this building, Kurt was his boss, and there was work to be done.

He could hear Martha fixing the other room to perfection when the elevator ringed, and it took every last drop of will not to turn around instantly.

The noises of boot heels on elegant, white floor were loud in Blaine's ears. "Good morning, sir," he heard Drew squeak.

Turn around and say good morning. Business as usual.

He spun in his chair. "Good morn- oomph!" A pair of strong lips cut his sentence in the middle. Kurt's hand gripped on his neck, right where the hickey was, tilting his head upwards, and he gasped into the kiss, feeling dizzy at Kurt nibbling on his lip. He heard a surprised noise, and knew Martha just walked out of Kurt's office. But honestly, with Kurt's tongue in his mouth, he couldn't care less.

The broke apart after a long, heavenly moment- Blaine couldn't feel his toes- and Kurt straightened up, winked at Blaine, and walked wordlessly past a frozen Martha into his office, the slightest of smirks playing his lips.

His beautiful, plush, kiss-bruised lips.

Blaine blushed harder, looking down at his hands before up, inevitably meeting Drew's gaze, with a shy and just a little bit smitten smile.

"Dude," Drew mouthed at him. "Dude." He blinked a few times, then gestured at his neck. "Him?"

Okay, Blaine's smile was a lot smitten. He nodded.

"Martha, tell Dave I approved his design and sent it to Clair. Tell Clair to have it ready by Friday. Also, I need a reservation for two at the restaurant across the street." Kurt's voice woke up Martha, who shot Blaine a glare, and quickly went to call the people she needed to.

Blaine could feel Drew's eyes on him when he returned to his computer, still smiling.

Yes, I'm aware that Blaine is a designer and shouldn't be working as a secretary as well.

No, I do not care. (Plus he could be both, okay? In this fic he can. Maybe working extra hours and stuff to get extra money because an apartment in New York is freaking expensive.)

Yup, I'm in love with this just the way it is.