Walking into Anderson Industries was a daunting enough experience; all glass and polished chrome set off with dark marble floors all over. The blonde man looking gorgeous in a tailored charcoal suit completed the look and Kurt Hummel looked down at himself in disdain. His tight black Levi's, sky blue button up shirt pressed within an inch of their lives, and black leather loafers clashed horribly with the subtle opulence that rolled off the foyer in droves. Rolling his eyes and shifting his vintage brown leather satchel higher up on his shoulder he cursed his room-mate for being sick once more and approached the desk with a forced smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Hi... I'm here for the interview, Mr Anderson... I mean... I'm here to interview Mr Anderson. Yeah." Kurt quickly shoved his NYU ID into the eye line of man he had mentally labelled as 'Blonde Adonis number one' smiling with a mixture of awkwardness and hope. Glancing up at Kurt with nothing more than slight amusement the man raised his hand to indicate Kurt to wait and clicked a button on the discreet headset perched beneath toustled blonde hair.
"Nick, I have a Mr..." the man paused and glanced at Kurt's ID once, "A Mr Kurt Hummel here to interview Anderson. Right. Yes. Hold on..." the man once again pressed a button and raised an inquiring eyebrow at Kurt. "You aren't expected Mr Hummel. Are you sure you have an appointment here?"
Immediately Kurt mentally face palmed and shuffled a hand into his satchel before pulling out a slightly crinkled letter. "I'm here for Mr Evans, he's my room-mate. He was supposed to do the interview but he's sick so it's me..." Kurt blushed and pushed the letter across the counter, bouncing slightly on the heels of his feet as he waited. The blonde glanced at the paper and nodded, clicking his headset on once more. "He's here on behalf of a Mr Evans... yes... right in front of me... okay, thank you." Clicking off the headset for a final time the man gestured to a set of brushed steel elevator doors to the right of him. "Thirtieth Floor, Nick will greet you there Mr Hummel." he nodded, handed a shiny platinum 'Visitor ID' card on a clip to Kurt and watched as it was fastened to his shirt. "Have a good day." he finalised with a nod before his attention was drawn to the computer screen on the counter and then tentative loafers made their way across shining marble flooring and into a mirror lined elevator to the thirtieth, and top floor.
Kurt glanced at himself in the mirror opposite, his face was flushed and he smoothed sweaty palms down his shirt in anticipation as glowing numbers above the doors slowly climbed in even steps. '30' eventually glowed a cool blue and the elevator glided to a halt with a soft bell announcing it had reached it's intended floor. Taking a deep breath, Kurt clenched his hands into fists at his side as the doors slid open revealing a blonde and slightly taller man dressed in another immaculately fitted charcoal suit. "I'm Nick," the man, 'Blonde Adonis number 2' Kurt noted mentally, held his hand out for the visitor to shake and Kurt obliged, frowning slightly at how clammy his hands must have felt. "I'm Mr Hummel, I mean Kurt, you can call me Kurt." he stammered out, blushing harder at his own obvious nerves. Nick laughed and led him out of the elevator, along dark marble floors to a seating area furnished with white leather armchairs and a stunning plum orchid set atop a sheer glass table.
"Mr Anderson will be with you shortly Kurt." Nick smiled, gesturing for him to sit and wait. Kurt tentatively lowered himself into one of the chairs and watched as Blonde Adonis number two walked away to another desk adjacent to a dark mahogany door. Fidgetting slightly Kurt wished he'd gotten more information on this Mr Anderson. Apparently Sam had told him it was too important an interview to reschedule and that the man he was meeting with was something of a business genius, rising to run his own company at the age of 25. Only a year older than Kurt himself. He shook his head at that and was about to pull out his cell to text Sam when the mahogany door opened and a man in black stepped out. Intense gold eyes met tentative blue and Kurt stood ramrod straight immediately as a smooth deep voice floated across the room.
"Mr Hummel? I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson."