Kurt Hummel stood infront of the mirror in his room, eyeing his reflection.

He needed to look presentable. Not that he didn't usually do that with his coiffed hair, skin tight pants and Henley-shirts. But tonight was special, he had a job interview at .

Yes, Vouge freakin' dot com! It had been Kurt's dream since he was very young to work there. He had been reading their magazine for as long as he can remember, always gathering inspiration to what he was wearing. He remember being a kid, saying: "One day I will be a fashion designer."

He had always known. It's where his heart is at, he loves fashion and he even has a block where he scribbles down some designs he comes up with time to time. He had never been ashamed of his passion for fashion or his unique style. Not even when he got tossed in dumpsters back in high school did he apologize for who he was. He simply got back up, brushed the dust off and continued walking. Even if sometimes it was hard not to punch the jocks in the face for ruining his expensive clothing. If only they hadn't been twice his size…

But that was then, and now is now. Kurt had managed to get from little Lima, Ohio all the way to New York. Sure, he lived in Bushwick which wasn't exactly the finest area and sure, sometimes rats decided to visit, but it was still New York and he fucking loved it.

He had been living in New York for almost two years and finally he was going to be interviewed by no other than executive Isabelle Wright! Kurt could barely contain the butterflies in his stomach when he thought of it. He had always admired her work and was more than excited to get to meet her in person.

As he walked into the large building he felt his heart start to beat faster. The excitement was quickly replaced by anxiety. He needed to make a good impression because really, what 20-year-old gets this opportunity?

The place looked very exclusive, just like he had imagined. It had bright lights lighting up the room, the walls were covered in large photos of models, wearing the best works of the most famous fashion designers out there. There was a reception at the front of the large room and a small, leather clad couch. Everyone was wearing a suit and the woman behind the reception seemed rather busy, talking to someone on the phone.

Kurt made his way towards the couch. Though the room was very bright, the furniture and the floor was in a very dark, cherry color. And on the wall behind the couch was a sign which said: with large, golden letters.

Kurt was mesmerized.

He grabbed the latest issue of Vouge which was placed on the table infront of him. He tried to look professional and not let the nerves get the best of him. Though he had a stone face, his eyes always revealed his true feelings.

"Mr. Kurt Hummel?" The young woman in the reception said. "Miss. Wright can see you now."

Kurt nodded and stood up, almost dropping his folder with designs in the process. The woman concealed a grin when his face turned red.

"Take the elevator up to the eleventh floor, then turn right. It's the last door in that hallway, number 21." She explained quickly.

Kurt nodded once more, thanking and quickly followed her directions.

The eleventh floor was massive and also very busy. People were walking around everywhere in all kinds of directions which led them to complete different hallways. In the middle of the floor there was a large pole in a square shape, on each side there was yet another large painting of models. Around the pole there was couches, the same kind as on the bottom floor, the only difference was that these were in white leather instead of cherry. There was some sort of "café" in the left corner and though it was indeed very busy, it wasn't loud or noisy. It was rather quiet and you could easily sit down on one of couches and relax, maybe scribble some on designs and make small conversation without feeling bothered by everybody else. Because though they were walking around everywhere, they kept their distance from the pole.

Kurt was just standing there on the right side, watching everything. He had never been so amazed and felt so lost at the same time in his entire life.

He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to the right, finally finding room 21. He knocked carefully, his heart racing beneath his shirt.

A middle-aged woman with long, blonde hair and blue eyes opened the door. She was wearing a black dress which hugged thin body beautifully. When she saw him she smiled brightly, showing off perfectly white teeth.

"You must be Kurt Hummel." She said. "Come in." She said when Kurt nodded frantically, not able to get any words out.

Her office wasn't very big, but it was still exclusive like everything else in this building. There was a desk with a computer on it, a small bowl of candy on the side and a large window with the best view over New York City.

She gestured for Kurt to take a seat on the very comfortable looking chair infront of her desk. She walked around it and took a seat infront of him.

"So, Mr. Hummel, my name is Isabelle Wright-"

"I know!" He cut her off with a large smile. "I'm a big fan of your work. Big, big fan."

He mentally slapped himself for acting like such a dumbass and for interrupting her. But she didn't seem to mind, she just giggled slightly.

"Thank you." She said. "Now, I read your résumé and I must say that I'm very impressed. You seem to be very passionated about your work, which is why I wanted to meet you in person." She explained. "Well, that, and the fact that I love your designs. They are truly something special."

Kurt beamed at her, trying to control the urge to spiral out of control and scream in pure joy. "Thank you, that means the world to me."

"I was also impressed with your college choice." She said. "NYADA, it's not the easiest place to get in to. But you did. But NYADA is a performing arts school, which makes me wonder, how come you want to work here?"

"I love performing." He admitted honestly. "I was in Glee club back in high school, but it's not what I want to do for the rest of my life. I want to be a designer and if I can do what I love while studying to get there, I'll take that opportunity."

"Don't lie to me." She said. "It said NYADA was your second choice, your first was Parsons. You just didn't get in, isn't that right?"

Kurt blushed in pure embarrassment. He looked down at his hands. "Yeah… it's true." His voice was just above a whisper.

She nodded and looked at him as if she was trying to find out every secret his expression could expose. "Hm." She mumbled. "Now, you brought me some more designs, didn't you?"

"I did." He nodded. He picked up his folder and handed it to her.

She opened it and scanned through every page. "Oh, this one is good." She said and showed up a white leather jacket he had scribbled down. It had some interesting details and it was one of Kurt's personal favorites. He smiled proudly.

"Well," She eventually said and handed the folder back to him. "I need you to know a couple of things: First of all, your designs are good, but they're not Vouge material just yet. But you're only 20 years old, and being this talented in that age tells me you truly are something special. And secondly, the people I hire want this. They want this more than anything, I say no to people who will cry their eyes out infront of me and beg me to let them stay because they want it so badly. So tell me, besides your designs, why should I hire you? Will you take this seriously or will the performing stand in the way?"

Kurt swallowed thickly. It was now or never.

"I've been through quite a few things in my life, Miss. Wright," He began. "And what I've learned is that giving up is not gonna get you anywhere. If you want something really badly, you gotta fight for it. It won't be easy, people will try to bring you down and tell you that you're not good enough, but that's no reason to give up. If anything, that's a reason to keep fighting, fighting to get what you want and to prove them wrong.

"Being from Lima, coming to a city this big was scary. But I knew I was ready, so I faced my fears and just did it. On my own. I'm a fighter and if I got through four years of hell at McKinley High, I can do anything. You can say no to me right now, but I will be back next time. And the time after that until you see that I know what I'm doing, that I am talented and that I am right for this job. Because I am passionated, I am driven and I keep going until I get to where I want. That's just who I am."

Kurt knew his voice was shaky, he knew he wasn't sounding as confident as he wished. But his eyes were staring right into hers and he hoped that she would see how much he meant every word, that she would believe him.

Her face broke into a small smile. "I'll call you back, Mr. Hummel." She said and reached out her hand. "Nice to meet you."

Kurt nodded and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you too." He said and gathered his stuff before he left.

Once he was out on the street again he felt… relieved. He had done what he could and now he would just wait. Isabelle was much more intimidating that he thought she would be, but she was still sort of what he had expected. She must be getting people similar to him up there everyday, crying and begging her for a job when they had nothing to offer. He was positive that she was starting to lack confidence in them. He had noticed that the designers behind the works at Vouge were usually her age or maybe just a bit younger. The ones his own age got the dirty jobs, such as cleaning, answering phones or being assistants (which was another word for the one who gets the coffee). Kurt sighed, he really wanted to work there. Even if he just began as an assistant or just someone to ask for advice or something. He would work his way to the top eventually, but obviously it would take time.

He sighed and looked out over the city. It was busy as always, yellow cars on the road, the skyscrapers reaching high up in the sky and the constant chatter. People running past him, their cellphone pressed against their ears. Maybe they just got a callback? Maybe their dream just came true? There were young musicians playing their guitars or drums or whatever on the side of the street. You could guess a persons life just by looking at what they were doing right there and then. Because that's what New York is, it's the city of opportunities, the city where dreams comes true. And Kurt Hummel loved it. He loved how social it was, if he just sat down on a bench someone would most likely sit down next to him and they'd most likely have a conversation. It felt nice compared to Lima, if you sat alone on a bench people would most likely spit on you. Okay, not literally, but they sure as hell wouldn't acknowledge you.

His eyes got stuck on a man who was making his way down the sidewalk. He was wearing bright, yellow pants and a black coat. His dark hair was gelled back and he was carrying a guitar. He looked confused as his eyes darted everywhere, mostly upwards, admiring the height of the buildings. Kurt couldn't help but to smile, he reminded him so much of himself when he first came to New York: amazed by its size and atmosphere.

The man couldn't be much older than Kurt himself, and he was really handsome. Kurt couldn't look away, no matter how hard he tried. He bit his lip, he wanted to walk up to him and maybe say hi. But why would he? It would seem creepy as hell. Maybe he could ask him if he needed directions or something?

After that interview with Isabelle he somehow felt brave, so he started walking towards the man with the gelled hair.

"Hello there." Kurt greeted with a smile. "Are you a bit lost?"

The man raised his very triangular eyebrows, but still managed to smile. "Is it that obvious?" He asked, suddenly looking a little embarrassed.

Kurt chuckled. "It's alright, I felt the exact same when I first moved here two years ago."

"Then maybe you could show me the way to Callbacks, I'm supposed to sing there tonight and I just wanted to make sure that I actually know the way." He said with a blush.

Kurt smiled, this man was too adorable for his own good. "I actually happens to know where that is. Follow me." He said and started walking, the man following.

"Maybe I'm making a mistake letting a complete stranger lead my way. Especially since I've only lived here three weeks and get easily lost." The man joked.

"Ah yes." Kurt nodded with a playful smirk. "I could be this dangerous, insane assassin and you wouldn't know."

"Typicall beginner mistake, I suppose?"

"Nah, I don't think so. It's more like the opposite, when you move to a new city you're usually extra careful since you don't know it so well."

"Oh, so I'm special?" The man teased.

Kurt looked him in the eyes. The man had the most beautiful hazel eyes, framed with thick, black lashes. This man was so beautiful it wasn't fair. And most likely straight. They're always straight.

"My name is Kurt." Kurt stopped in the middle of the way, causing a lady to almost bump into him and the spat some comment at him which he ignored before she went on. The man stared at him with wide eyes before his face broke into a large, charming grin. "Kurt Hummel."

"And my name is Blaine Anderson."

"Blaine." Kurt echoed, it rolled nicely on his tongue. "So tell me, Blaine. You want to be a musician?" He asked, gesturing to his guitar as they began walking again.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah. It's been my dream since I was like… five. I used to hold concerts at home for my parents. I'd sing anything they listened to, which was mostly Bob Marley, Billy Joel and Wham! But I must admit that I loved them, still do."

Kurt nodded. One point for straight, zero points for Kurt. "But why would a beauty like you want to be a musician when you could easily become a model?"

Okay, he definitely hadn't meant to say that out loud. Now he was fucked.

Blaine looked even more surprised than he had when Kurt had stopped moments ago. "I… uh…" He stuttered.

"I'm messing with you." Kurt grinned, hoping he wasn't being too obvious. "I could absolutely see you as a musician and if that's where your heart is, go for it."

Blaine nodded, but there was something different reflecting those eyes now. Kurt couldn't quite make out what, but there was definitely something. If he had been insane he would have said sultry.

But Kurt Hummel was not insane so of course he didn't think that.

"So, Kurt, what is your dream? What brought you to New York?" He suddenly asked, breaking the tension that seemed to be building between them a bit.

"I want to become a fashion designer. I actually just got out from an interview with Isabelle Wright when I saw you, looking all lost." He teased.

Blaine ignored the tease and gaped instead. "Oh my god! Isabelle Wright? She's like… so famous."

Kurt laughed at that comment. He knows Isabelle, one point for Kurt. "Yeah, she is."

"So, did you get the job?" He asked.

"I don't know yet." Kurt shrugged. "At least I hope so."

Blaine smiled at him.

"So, how come you know of The Isabelle Wright?" Kurt had to ask, he just had to.

"Who doesn't know about her? My ex girlfriend was crazy about her." Blaine told him.

Kurt's heart sank in his chest. One point for Kurt, five hundred points for straight. "Oh."

Blaine noticed the change in his expression as a frown appeared on his own. "Hey, did I say something wrong?"

"No." Kurt shaked his head. "No, not at all I just… nevermind."

Kurt became honestly confused when he saw that Blaine was trying to hold back a grin but failing miserably. "Oh, now I get it."

"Now you get what?" Kurt asked.

"You were totally flirting with me, weren't you?" He smirked. "I didn't dare to flirt back because I wasn't sure and I didn't wanna freak you out, but you totally were!"

Kurt could feel his entire face heat up. "So what if I did, it's not like you're playing on my team."

Blaine cleared his throat. "Funny you say that." He said and stopped as they had arrived at Callbacks. "Have you ever heard of the term bisexual?"

Kurt stared at him, just blinking. How could he be so stupid and narrow-minded? Of course there was a thing called bisexuality, of course it's possible to like both genders. He felt like slapping himself across the face.

"I'm so fucking stupid." He said with an embarrassed laugh. "It's just… I've never met anyone who was bisexual before."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "You begin to sound like a straight person who isn't homophobic and who just met a gay person and has no idea how to act because they're afraid everything they say is gonna come out wrong, which it usually does."

Kurt's face was burning as he looked down at his shoes. "I'm sorry."

He could hear Blaine laugh a little, it was a wonderful sound. "Hey, it's fine. But now that you know that I am actually on your team, would you like to get some coffee sometime? You know, get to know each other a little better."

Kurt smiled, it would be his first date since he moved to New York. He had been forced to end a relationship to be able to move to here, it had taken some time to get over. It had been his high school sweetheart after all. "I'd love that." He answered.

"Sweet." Blaine smiled brightly. "May I borrow your phone?"

Kurt pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to Blaine who typed in his number. "Call me when you've got time, Mr. Fashion designer." He winked.

Kurt blushed again and shaked his head, no one had ever made him blush so much in his life. "I will, Mr. Musician."

Kurt kind of wanted to call Blaine as soon as he got through the door and into his small apartment. But it would be too soon, so he decided against it. He didn't want to come off as desperate. So he put his phone down and made his way towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and took out a diet coke. He sipped on it as he walked over to the couch and sat down, emotionally exhausted after the interview.

He glanced at the clock and it had just passed 12 so it was practically lunchtime. The sound from his stomach confirmed it. He groaned and decided to skip lunch to take a nap instead, he could eat something later. It was Saturday and he was so tired since he had been awake all night last night because of his nerves.

His eyes fluttered shut and he fell asleep instantly.

He woke up, not knowing how long he had slept, because of his phone ringing. He hurried up and grabbed it, not even checking who it was and pressed it to his ear.

"Hello?" His voice was thick with sleep. He turned around to check the clock, it was almost 4 pm.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel." Kurt's heart stopped beating in his chest when he heard Isabelle's voice.

He cleared his throat. "Oh, hi!" He said in a way too high-pitched voice.

"Hi," She said in an amused voice. "This won't take long, I just wanted to tell you that Parsons is a fool for not accepting you, Mr. Hummel. Because my colleagues agree with me, you are truly something special. So, you begin on Monday at 9, any questions?"

Kurt just gaped, almost dropping his phone, completely tongue-tied.

"Are you there?" She asked after a while.

"Y-Yes!" He forced out. "What exactly am I hired as?"

"My personal assistant." She said. "And don't worry, it's not going to be getting me coffee, that would be a waste of your talent. You will be sitting with me in meetings, helping to come up with ideas and, well, voicing your opinion. So, will you take it?"

Kurt bit back a scream. "Yes." He said as professionally as he could.

"Great." She said. "Remember: Monday at 9. My office. Goodbye, Mr. Hummel."

When she had hung up Kurt threw his phone across the room and screamed in pure joy. "OH MY FUCKING GOD I DID IT!"

He jumped up and down a couple of times, wishing he had someone to hug and jump with him.

"I need to call my dad!" He said out loud and began looking for his phone, praying to God the screen hadn't shattered. He sighed in relief when he found it and saw that it hadn't and dialed his father, excited to tell him the news.

"Hey, Kurt." His father said once he answered.

"Hi dad! Oh my god, you're not gonna believe what just happened!" He squealed.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, dad. Everything is more than fine! I got the job at !"

"Oh my god, Kurt! That's amazing! I knew you could do it, I knew it!" His dad yelled. "Carole, Kurt got the job at !"

Kurt laughed as could hear Carole scream in the background. Carole, the woman who had become like a mother to him. His real mom died when he was 8 and just when Kurt thought his dad had given up on love, he found Carole. The beautiful, kind woman who had been so supportive and so good for his dad and to him. And her wonderful son, Finn, who had become like a brother to him. Kurt honestly couldn't ask for a better family, even though he misses his mother a lot.

"Kurt, we're so proud of you, honey!" Carole yelled in the background.

"Thank you, Carole. It means the world to me."

"I knew you could do it, son." His dad said. "I never doubted you."

"I know, dad. Thank you. But I really gotta go and eat something now, I will call back later."

"Alright, goodbye, Kurt. We love you."

"And I love you."

The next day Kurt simply couldn't wait any longer. He took his phone and decided to call Blaine's number, laughing out loud when he saw that Blaine had named himself: Mr. SexyMusician in his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, there, Mr. SexyMusician." Kurt grinned.

"Yes, this is him." Kurt could hear the smile in Blaine's voice.

"This is Mr. InsaneAssasin, would you like to meet up for coffee at Starbucks?"

Blaine laughed at the other end. "I'd love that."

"Soooo…" Kurt glanced at the clock. "How about in twenty minutes?"

"Sounds great. See you soon."

"See you soon." Kurt echoed before hanging up.

Kurt bit his lip and smiled. This would be his first date since like forever and he was already nervous. If this even was a date? But it was, right? Blaine had said that he played for his team and then asked him out for coffee, that's a date? Kurt felt so childish, he had been to many dates in his life and usually he could read guys like an open book, but somehow he couldn't do that with Blaine. Possibly it had something to do with those damn butterflies that appeared inside of him as soon as he thought about him. It was weird, he had never felt that way so quickly about anyone in his life.

Blaine had made him… nervous, yet confident. Blaine had made him tongue-tied, yet very chatty. It was a strange feeling that Kurt was sure he could learn to love.

He walked up to the tall mirror in his bedroom. He fixed his hair a little, making sure every strand was placed perfectly. Then he spun around to see how he looked in the skinny jeans, white button down and gray jacket. When he decided he looked fine he hurried outside to grab a cab.

Blaine was already standing outside of Starbucks, leaning against the wall. Kurt felt his breath hitch in his throat, he looked so damn beautiful.

He was wearing black khakis, a dark blue turtle neck and the same coat as yesterday. His hair was gelled the same way and honestly, it suited him very well even though Kurt would love to see what his hair would look like without it.

"Hi, sorry I'm a bit late. I suppose it's not the best first impression." Kurt said apologetically.

Blaine just smiled and offered him a hug which Kurt gladly accepted. The hug was warm and tight and it made Kurt's heart flutter. He inhaled Blaine's scent and he smelled amazing, Kurt was sure he was wearing "Rain" by Marc Jacobs, a personal favorite of his own. And honestly, who gives a fuck that it's for women?

"It's alright." Blaine said and pulled away, still smiling, his eyes sparkling. "The traffic here is crazy."

"Yeah." Kurt said a little breathless. "Should we get inside? It's kind of cold out here."

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, it is October after all."

They walked into the coffee shop and the strong smell of coffee beans hit them. It smelled amazing and cozy. There was faint chatter and some buzzing from the machines but it was comfortable. The place was very dark with its dark wooden furniture and few lights, most of the light came from the large windows.

"So, what do you want? I'll order and you can go take a seat." Blaine said with a charming smile that made Kurt's knees give up on holding him.

"You don't have to pay for me." Kurt frowned. "I was late, I am the one who should-"

"Uh-uh." Blaine protested. "I want to buy you coffee, can you please let me do that?"

Kurt blushed. "Yeah… okay."

"Good. So, what do you want?" Blaine asked and licked his lips.

Kurt swallowed thickly. Why did he need to make that sound so damn sexual?

"A caramel frappuccino." His voice came out very high-pitched.

Blaine nodded. "Alright, a caramel frappuccino it is." He said and walked over to stand in line.

Kurt kind of stood there, admiring his ass shamelessly before he walked over to take a seat in the back corner, not wanting to get caught.

He took off his jacket and ran his fingers through his hair before picking up his phone, making himself busy. The line was long and he knew that if he didn't do something he would just stare at Blaine's ass and that made him feel like a pervert. They weren't even a thing yet.

"Bored already?" Kurt looked up to see Blaine stand there with two coffees in his hands. He looked amused yet self-concious.

"No!" Kurt shaked his head and put his phone away. "Not at all."

"I'm glad." Blaine said and put their orders down before sitting across from Kurt.

Kurt picked up his cup and raised an eyebrow at the name scribbled across it. "Mr. InsaneAssasin? Did you seriously make the barista write that?" He shot Blaine an unimpressed glare. But Blaine was all smiles.

"Yup." He said with a wink.

Kurt blushed. He felt ridiculous. "Well. I must say you're really something different, Blaine."

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" He asked and took a sip of his coffee.

Kurt grinned. "Very good."

"Good." Now it was Blaine's turn to blush and he was indeed cute when he did that.

"So, Blaine." Kurt began and stirred his coffee with the straw. "What brought you to New York? I mean, I know you want to be a musician, but why New York?"

Blaine shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know. I figured it was big, far away and they won't call me crazy for being a dreamer. Also, they are a lot more accepting here. I'm originally from Westerville in Ohio, they don't really treat homo- or bisexuals well."

"Oh. My. God." Kurt said with wide eyes. "You're from Ohio?!"

Blaine looked shocked. "Yeah, why…? Is that a bad thing?"

"No, it's just, so am I! I'm from Lima."

"No way!" Blaine said with a huge smile and wide eyes, reflecting pure disbelief. "I can't believe we never saw eachother!"

"Well, I didn't have many friends outside of Glee club at my school so I didn't really get out that much." Kurt shrugged. "And I don't think I've ever been in Westerville."

"Oh, I see." Blaine frowned. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Kurt shrugged again. "It's all better now."

"I'm glad to hear that." Blaine said and reached out to grab his hand, smiling sincenerely. "No one deserves to be alone. Unless you actually want to be."

"I don't mind being alone." Kurt said, his eyes locked with hazel ones. "It was the loneliness that was worst." He squeezed Blaine's hand, feeling it awfully comforting.

"Hey, you're not alone anymore." Blaine smiled and Kurt felt his heart heat up. "And I hope you won't feel lonely either."

"I don't." Kurt said honestly, a small smile playing on his lips.

Blaine let go of his hand and Kurt missed the warmth immediately. "Anyway, so New York was really just a chance that I took." He continued on his story. "But I must say that it looks promising." He grinned.

Kurt blushed and grinned back, Blaine was staring right at him. "I agree."

TBC