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Kurt piled in through the front door of his apartment, loaded to the hilt. He’d been in a slight panic as he gathered everything off of his work desk after the announcement that until further notice, everyone was going to be working from home. The Vogue offices were going to be closed for the foreseeable future. Unheard of!
They hadn’t even been allowed to see the day out. The announcement had been made after lunch as they all stared at the television screen, listening to the state governor’s grim message. ‘Stay home, except for essential reasons’. The world was in the middle of a pandemic and New York was being hit hard. With that, everyone had started to leave the office with a few tearful goodbyes.
Everything felt scary and unreal as Kurt shakily set out his work on his desk in his home office. He often did work from home, but suddenly being forced to.. it felt daunting. Whilst he enjoyed living on his own, he had a feeling this was going to be a lonely time.
Kurt made himself a tea... standing by the window to drink it. Staring out at the streets below. Today they were as busy as ever, but all that was going to change. Life was going to change.
He didn’t think he’d be able to concentrate on doing any more work today. His head was in turmoil. Instead he turned on the rolling news, only to regret it ten minutes later. Everything was sounding awful. He wasn’t sure how or when it was all going to end.
He promptly turned off the television. If he was going to survive this intact, he was going to have to limit his news watching. Once a day should be a enough. It was probably going to be a time to catch up on those box sets he’d been meaning to watch.
*
Just as Kurt was finally starting to relax, his phone rang.. making him jump out of his skin. He’d forgotten that normal things like phone calls could happen, what with everything being so surreal. His eyebrows rose when he saw who was calling.
“Isabelle. Hi.”
“Hi Sweetie. How are you?”
“Oh you know. Still a little shell shocked, but I’ll be fine. You’re not still at the office are you?”
“About to leave any minute. I just have a favour to ask you.”
“Oh yes?”
“Actually it’s about Blaine.”
“Blaine Anderson?” The flirty guy from marketing who had men and women fawning all over him. He was the office charmer for sure.. but Kurt could see right through him. He’d probably be Mr nicey nice until he’d got into your pants, then he’d probably move on to his next conquest. He was supposedly gay, but Kurt had heard rumours that many a girl had ended up in his bed too.
“Yes of course, Blaine Anderson. Listen I know this is a big ask.. and I’d offer myself but I have my parents staying with me at the moment. It’s already quite cramped in my apartment.”
Kurt suddenly had a bad feeling. He couldn’t quite place it.
“What is it? Just tell me.”
“Blaine’s in between apartments at the moment. He was all set to stay with his brother in LA for a few weeks and work remotely until his new apartment was ready. He was due to fly out this evening. Kurt.. all flights are cancelled out of New York. Hotels are all full too. Those that are still open at least. I know you have a spare room....”
“There’s really no one else?” Kurt sighed.
“Kurt,” Isabelle said softly. “Look.. he didn’t want me to ask, but I know you’d be the one person who’d be welcoming.” Did she really know him? “You’re such a kind person.”
“Okay,” Kurt interrupted. “There’s no need to butter me up. If there’s really no one else, I don’t want him with nowhere to stay. You’d better warn him though. I’m not always easy to live with, proved by the fact that I live alone.”
“Now I know that’s not true. You’re a sweetheart.”
“To you yes. But not to everyone else.”
“Nonsense. But seriously, thank you so much for this Kurt. I’ll put Blaine in a taxi right now. Just thank you. I love you.”
“Hmm.”
Kurt hung up the call. His bad feeling had been justified.. and now he had Blaine Anderson coming to stay for goodness knows how long. As if today wasn’t bad enough.