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Dead Sexy Society:

Chapter One

Knox Overstreet was having a bad day. Not only had he woken up late, been unable to hail a cab for about twenty minutes, spilled coffee all down the front of his blazer, and then turned up late for what might be one of the most important meetings of his career. Oh no, now he was getting thoroughly told off by his friend and most important client in his catalogue.

"No. No. No. No. No." Charlie Dalton, Editor-in-Chief for High Society said boredly flipping through the catelogue of headshots Knox had brought along for him. Finally reaching the last page he looked up disappointedly at Knox who flinched slightly at how pissed off he looked, "I asked for impish Knox. You know, dark eyes, pale skin, mysterious looking. Not pouty, not macho, impish." He shook the white binder at him from behind his stylishly oversized desk. "I really expected better."

The others in the room looked only slightly sympathetic for Knox as all were just silently glad it wasn't them. Charlie Dalton didn't yell, he didn't scream and shout and throw things around the room. But he did have a charisma that made him likeable, made you want to impress him, the anger you felt at yourself at letting him down was enough of a punishment in itself. Finally setting down the offending white binder Charlie turned his attention to the proofs from what seemed to be a photoshoot centered around large feathered hats. Knox slumped back in his seat feeling stupid and angry with himself but mostly annoyed at Charlie. Just because he was some big shot editor now, but if anyone in his room knew the old hellraiser Charlie from high school like he did they might not be so worshipful. Scratch that they'd be even more impressed by him, because nobody can resist a badboy who cleaned up and made a name for themselves. Nevermind that Charles Dalton Sr. owned the publishing company and had stuck his son in it's failing fashion magazine after he dropped out of Princeton. Little did anyone know that Charlie wouldn't just pull High Society out of it's death spiral he would lead to become the most successful publication at Welton Press. But that didn't stop him from being a jerk who skated by mostly guts and charm.

Knox was suddenly snapped out of his mental rant by everyone else in the room gathering up their papers and exiting in small well dressed clusters. When the room was finally emptied Charlie looked up at him and shook his head grinning, "Knoxious, Knoxious, Knoxious, what am I going to do with you? Seriously man, I want to give you this job I really 's Midsummer Night's Dream, woodland fairies, If we shadows have offended and crap, not...I don't even know what to call these guys." Charlie flipped through the catalogue offhandedly.

Rolling his eyes Knox ran a hand through his hair, "So I have to find a guy who looks like a mysterious, pale, dark, impish fairy?"

Charlie paused in his flipping, "Also good eyebrows, you know? Expressive. Not little twiggy tweezed things."

"And I'm supposed to find this magical eyebrow fairy where exactly? Those were all the guys from the agency who fell under the pale and dark categories." Knox said getting slightly irritated snatching the stupid binder out of Charlie's reach.

"That's your job kiddo not mine." Charlie said ever calm and collected. "Now if you'll excuse me I have a meeting with my head of photography. Remember, eyebrows I'll see you Wednesday bright and early." And with that he had swept up a handful of papers, grabbed his briefcase and was out the door before Knox could even get another word out.

"I'm Charlie Dalton I'm sooooo great because I run a fashion magazine, look at me with my fancy pants desk, and my fancy pants jackets, and my fancy pants...pants. I know why don't you go find me a magical woodland fairy with bushy eyebrows Knoxious? It's not like it's hard to find someone who looks like a character trait or anything." Knox muttered to himself pushing his way out of Charlie's office and down the most empty halls into reception where the elevators were located. He moodily jabbed at the down button and sulked for all 25 floors down to the lobby. It wasn't bad enough that he had to find some impossible model but he had to do it in two days which meant that he had less than 48 hours to find, sign, and present someone to Charlie or he'd lose the job.

Just then however Knox noticed something that made his dilemma slide out of his mind like icing off of a hot cake. Quite possibly the most beautiful girl, no the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was standing across the reception desk from him waiting to take his guest pass from him. She was blonde and beautiful in a high school cheerleader way with her carefully clipped hair and pastel cardigan. "H-Hi!" He stammered in a voice which was likely inappropriately loud.

"Hello," She said giving him a quick smile and taking his guest pass and tucking it under the desk, "Have a good evening."

He nodded back, "Yes! I will! You too uh..." He looked down at her nameplate. "Chris." Chris. She smiled at him politely once more before gesturing at the person behind him and with sight reservation Knox moved away from the desk and made his way across the lobby or rather he awkwardly shuffled across the lobby so he could keep turning back to get glimpses of Chris. It was like in a movie where everything slows down and soft sexy music starts playing. And then of course, if you're Knox Overstreet that is when you walk backwards into a revolving door so hard you hit your head and pass out.

"Hello? Hello? Mr. Overstreet? Can you hear me? I'm going to need you to open your eyes." A very soothing voice called to Knox as if from very far away, and though he wanted to answer the man with the nice voice he felt himself being pulled under into unconsciousness. Or he was until someone forced his eyelids open and shone a bright light in them.

"Snargh!" Knox grunted his eyes snapping open as he attempted to push away the arm holding the light that was trying to blind him.

"Okay, we've got pupils dilating normally, and he's conscious." The same soothing voice said the face it was attached to however was covered up by the bright blotches that had bloomed on his eyelids from the light. "Now, Mr. Overstreet can you tell me what day of the week it is?"

Knox frowned, what a stupid question for the faceless voice to ask him, "Well it's Monday, because I've got to find a woodland fairy by Wednesday because Charlie Dalton is a jerk."

"Doctor...I think this is more serious than we thought...He's going on about finding fairies." He blinked looking in the direction of the voice the blotches now fading away and his mind become more clear. He looked up and was met with possibly the most glorious sight in the world. Eyebrows, dark expressive eyebrows to match the hair and dark mischievous eyes contrasting deliciously with pale skin and sharp cheek bones. It might have been the whack to the head but Knox could swear there was something otherworldly about him and that's how he knew it.

He had found Puck.

A.N. So this was originally going to be a quick crackish oneshot after I watched The Devil Wears Prada and the entire first season of Ugly Betty in the same week. Now it's sort of spiralled into what looks like it'll be (gasp) my first ever multi-chaptered fic. Exciting isn't it?

As well I just want to point out that all credit for the awesome title goes to Haykatsi.

-C

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