Disclaimer: I don't own glee This is an AU fic. Warning Sebastian is more of how I see Grant Gustin being. So really OOC for Seb. Dave is how I think he would be once he came out and lived a few years as a grown up. So a little different. Thanks for taking the time to read.

"What do you mean?" His voice sounded exasperated. Sebastian perked up at the change of tone. His ever changing aqua eyes focused on Kurt. He knew that tone, the tone of extreme annoyance. Something big was coming, and he made a note that he was probably going to get yelled at a lot in the next few days. He plopped his chin into his palm and watched Kurt's facial expressions.

"New car scratched?" He asked his invisible commentary partner. He paused as if listening to the other spectators reply… "Right…. Not enough anger….. Hmmmm…" He absent mindedly pushed his thick framed glasses back on the bridge of his nose as he thought deeply. "Broken date?" Sebastian looked down at his calendar and saw nothing highlighted or marked. He shook his head and sighed. "Nope." He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes in concentration. He sat there glaring at Kurt all the while mumbling to himself. "Tell me your secrets….that I might know my fate"

"What do you mean?" He practically yelled in the phone. Dave stopped coloring and stood up from the table.

"Uncle Dave?" A small voice asked in wonder.

"I am going to check on your Dad Aiden, I'll be back…." He started to walk away, but then turned around to glare at the boy. "Don't you color my Hello Kitty's dress; you know that's my favorite part."

"Uncle Dave!" The boy laughed "Like I'd want to color a dress…." Aiden shook his head and returned to coloring his airplane blue.

Dave smiled and headed towards the living room once more. "Exactly what I used to say, and look at me now…" He sighed and quickened his step. He entered to find Blaine with his cell phone to his ear. He watched as Blaine listened intently to whoever was on the other end. Dave noticed that Blaine's muscles began to tense, and his jaw twitched every couple of seconds. All these were not good signs, something was up.

Blaine ended the call abruptly and through the phone on the couch. He stood there for a moment with his back to Dave. What the fuck had he done to deserve this? He brought his hands to his face and groaned. "She is hiring a second architect to work alongside me..."

Dave struggled for a bit to put two and two together. Then it struck him. "What like a co-captain?"

Blaine slumped on the couched and nodded. "Yep, a fucking co-captain…. " Blaine sighed as he looked at Dave. He found himself grinding his teeth again. "I said I'd do her a favor because well, you know… But she has taken this way too far…. It is like she is stalling on purpose. That theater should have been up six months ago."

Kurt set the phone down on the receiver and immediately began to rub his temples. "Errr…"

Sebastian placed a cup of water and two Advil in front of Kurt. "Rachel?" He asked cautiously

Kurt simply nodded and popped the two small circles in his mouth. He knocked back the water and sighed. "Plane tickets…."

Sebastian squealed as he ran to his Mac. "Travel … travel …travel….." He fired up his computer and posed with hands above the keyboard in true secretary mode. "Where to my sweet?"

"Ohio." Kurt threw the word out as if simply saying made him taste dirt.

"Oh…" Sebastian sneered. "One first class ticket to Ohio."

"No.." Kurt interjected. "to"

"OH!" Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief. "I know you were kidding, ok where is it really that travels calls?"

"No, I meant TWO plane tickets…. One for you…. and one for me…. to Ohio."

Sebastian stomped his foot and pouted. "Why me? Why do I have to go?"

Kurt looked at him impassively, "Because you are my assistant and it is your job to assist."

Sebastian sighed and started typing. "What could you possibly need assistance with in Ohio, besides getting out." He spat. "I can assist you right now with that. " He stopped and looked at Kurt dramatically. "DON'T GO in the first place."

"So who is he?" Dave asked as he sat down on the arm of the sofa.

"Kurt Hummel." Blaine rolled his eyes knowing what was coming next.

"Kurt Hummel the fashion designer?" Dave's eyebrows rose so high Blaine wondered if they would shoot off. "OH MY GOD! Blaine he is a genius! You should have seen his spring show… Magnificent."

Blaine looked at his friend in disbelief. The six foot something, burly, football playing, beer drinking, plaid wearing, construction foreman was squealing like a girl. "You are so gay…" Blaine muttered while rubbing his eyes. (Another nervous habit he picked up)

David stopped in the middle of his rant about how Kurt had evolved the color black. "Hello pot, I am kettle…"

Blaine chuckled and stood up. "Yeah, I'm gay, but not princess tutu gay. "

"You cried when we watched newsies…" Dave replied flatly.

"Yeah …. Well…. " He felt himself become misty again. "The friendship… it's just so beautiful. "

Dave laughed. "Dave one, Blaine Zero."

"Three hundred a piece?" Sebastian shouted at his screen. He started typing in information while muttering. "They should be paying US to go there." He finished typing the codes and was ready to click the confirm button. "Are you sure?" He asked silently praying that Kurt was playing a cruel joke on him.

Kurt stood by the window, ignoring most of what his assistant said. He watched kites sail from Central Park, people walking hand in hand and cabs roving the streets in large yellow packs. "Yes…. " He said firmly. "Time to face old fears."

"Yes drinks!" Sebastian chimed in as he clicked the confirm button. "But Kurt you don't like beer?" He asked as he printed out the confirmation. "We leave in the morning at 7am, I guess I should start drinking know, the only way Ohio is going to be entertaining is drunk. "

Kurt didn't correct his assistant. Beers… fears…. Honest mistake.

Blaine was beyond pissed as he walked into the kitchen. He paused to kiss a mop of curly hair and then he continued to the refrigerator. "He apparently has a degree in Architecture as well. The reason he studied it was something to do with his desire to revolutionize fashion and the industry. What's he going to do make dresses shaped like buildings?" He pulled out a beer and popped the top on the counter. "Make fabric skyscrapers? I am the best damn architect in Ohio, hell maybe the Eastern side of the states!"

Dave sat back down at the table and mulled over his color choices for the lovely lace collard A-line dress Hello Kitty was wearing. "mmmmhmmmm.." He would say sporadically as he had narrowed it down to a lovely coral or a risqué red.

Blaine didn't seem to notice his friends fashion dilemma. "People have come to me from New York, Florida, Connecticut, and even Canada! CANADA DAVE! A WHOLE OTHER COUNTRY!" He was livid, how dare Rachel shaft him like this! How dare she second guess his work! Then to add injury to insult she hired a fashion designer to "Help him in the right direction" as she put it. The theater had taken him months to draw and scale out. He poured over it all waking hours and then some. He had created his Empire State Building, and it was the Starlight Theater. Now she had the audacity to call it sketchy and to gaudy!

Dave had finally chosen the coral, because we all know that Hello Kitty is a lady, and was applying it in single strokes. "Maybe he'll come out, like your design and go home. Maybe she just needs a friend to assure her she is making the right decision." He blew off the excess crayon, and began to apply a second coat of coral wax to the dress. "It is a huge investment, maybe she just needs someone close to tell her it's going to be fine."

Blaine stood there looking at the huge foreman gently coloring a picture of a cat in a dress. He exhaled out his tension and let his shoulders drop. He hated when Dave made an excellent point.

"Fine…" Blaine conceded.

Dave set the crayon down and lifted the picture to his eyelevel to examine his work. "Besides I could do with a little eye candy. He is so handsome."

Blaine scoffed as he polished off his beer. "He's probably a snobby, upper class New York socialite, who has never gotten his hands dirty."

"I could help him with that" Dave said smiling as he now faced a bigger problem. What to color her shoes?

Sebastian held his head as he sat in the cocoon next to Kurt. "Ugh, why is the plane spinning?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and flagged down the stewardess. "Please, may I have a bloody mary for my friend and water for myself?" The stewardess looked at Sebastian and shook her head, making what seemed to be a judgmental clicking sound with her tongue.

Sebastian turned the air on and pushed his sunglasses back in place. "Why are we going to O-hell-hole again?"

Kurt took the drinks from the stewardess and shoved the bloody mary in Sebastian's hands. "Because I have to check on Rachel's theater."

"What is it a baby? I don't get it; didn't she hire that best architect and crew to do this?" Sebastian stated with haughty attitude. "You always have to take care of her…. Sheesh…. "

The flight crew started giving their demonstration. He focused on the poor blond in head to toe polyester, and thought about Rachel. True, since Finn had… He let his mind stall there, not being able to finish.

"Please turn off all electronic devices." The sound of the red haired flight attendant brought him back to reality.

It was his job to care for Rachel now… His job and his alone.

"I need another drink!" Sebastian shouted out.

There was that judgmental click again, "Sir, we are still ascending."

This is going to be a long two weeks. Kurt thought to himself.

It is going to be a long two weeks. Blaine thought to himself.

He had come in early to make sure everything was perfect. He cleaned and adjusted the model, went over the drafts, and made sure the scaling was correct. He set out the sketches in order for a 360 view and set out the color swatches, tile, carpet and wood samples in neat lines according to rooms. He was going to be prepared for the fashion architect, he'd show him.

He walked out of the conference room and into the small kitchen. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee hit him. He grabbed a mug and poured the dark liquid. He leaned against the counter and took a long sip. He thought about the Starlight Theater. Drawing it had been so exciting. He loved the arts and at one time wanted to be a performer. He lacked the bravery in the end to put himself out there and settled on a different kind of preforming. To him, his buildings could rival some of the greatest Broadway productions. He saw the beauty and movement in his concrete and wood creations. Besides Broadway plays last six months. Buildings, good ones, lasted centuries.

"BLAINE!" He jolted at the familiar shriek, causing coffee to splash onto his white pinstriped shirt.

"Errr… " He looked down and the two quarter sized stains on his abdomen. "Dammit it…"

Rachel came barreling in, huge smile on her face. "Kurt is on his way, is everything ready?"

Blaine looked up from his shirt and nodded. "Yes… Rachel…"

"Oh Blaine…" She scolded "You really should be more careful…"

He exhaled and counted. "This way Rachel."

Sebastian was the first to step out in front the building. He looked around and spotted a rather large dumb looking man gawking at him. He removed his sunglasses to give him the once over, no way in hell look but fell short as the light hit his eyes and his headache returned. "Ugh…"

"Sebastian really… Stop complaining." Kurt huffed as he stepped out of the car.

"I am not, my head hurts." Sebastian growled. "And this idiot is staring" He gestured to the man was standing there mouth wide open.

"Yes… go see what it wants." Kurt replied cautiously

"Why do you send me, I don't speak the straight." He pled.

Dave finally found his tongue, and cleared his throat. "Mr. Hummel, it is such an honor to meet you. I am David Karofsky, a huge fan of your spring '12 line, and Mr. Anderson's associate." He took Kurt's hand and bowed over it.

Kurt looked over the plaid mans hovered form and smiled. "Well, how nice an admirer..."

"You couldn't tell by his appearance." Sebastian added under his breath.

Kurt kicked him, and pulled Dave up from his bow. "Would you please show us to Miss. Berry and Mr. Anderson?"

"My pleasure." Dave released Kurt's hand and held the door open for them. Kurt walked in followed by Sebastian. Dave's smile turn to a slight leer as he winked at Sebastian. "hello…"

Sebastian grimaced and looked him over. "No, I don't like plaid to touch my skin or clothes. Fashion cooties…"

"So no clothes then? Got it…" Dave chuckled

Sebastian turned bright red and started sputtering out words. "No… eww…" But Dave had already won the fight and was leading Kurt into the conference room.

"Blaine he is a genius… wait and see." Rachel was looking over the sketches for what seemed to be the millionth time, while Blaine tried to scrub out the coffee from his shirt.

"Sure Rach… Sure." He replied in a monotone.

"There he is! Kurt!" Rachel squeaked.

There was a rustling of fabric, and the sound of dress shoes on the marble floor. Blaine then heard Dave's heavy work boots. "Blaine Anderson." Dave's thick voice echoed in the room. "May I present to you Mr. Kurt Hummel." Blaine sighed and looked up from his mess of a shirt to meet eyes of steel. He felt his breath catch, and his heart race.

Kurt walked in and immediately tried to calm down a hopping Rachel. The admirer named Dave followed behind while Sebastian remained out in the hallway annoyed that the plaid man had gotten the best of him. Kurt took in the sight before him, everything laid out in detail. Someone had been busy. He heard Dave's voice echo out an introduction. Blaine Anderson. He raised his eyes to be met with a man who held no regality of his name. He was shorter, his hair plastered to his head but what could only be half of Ohio's supply of hair gel, and a huge wet brownish spot on his shirt. Kurt walked towards him to assess the damage done.

Blaine couldn't say anything. He hadn't expected this. Dave was right again, this Kurt Hummel was handsome, damn right other worldly. He couldn't process the conversation, and now he was coming towards him! Think Blaine think… did he say something to you…. Err… "Hello…" Blaine held out his hand.

Kurt stopped right in front of Blaine and looked over the stain, blatantly ignoring Blaine's outstretched hand. He stood there for a few moments just staring at Blaine's shirt. "It's just a blend, not even worth saving… not even worth buying really" Sebastian laughed, Rachel mouthed genius, and Dave just looked at his boss with slight pity.

Blaine retracted his hand, and snapped out of his admiration. "Right…. Let's get this done so you can go back to Snob Hill Mr. Genius."

It was going to be a long two weeks….

Ok that's it for the first chapter…. I now some characters are insanely OOC but hey it is an AU fic…. Let's have fun! Thank you so much for reading! 3