A.N. Hi, so this is my first fanfic. It is set AU from Season 2, Episode 22; New York. It'll pretty much be totally Kurt – centric but I'm still not sure of any pairings; Hevans, Klaine, Kunter or Kurtbastian. If anyone is actually reading this let me know what pairing you'd want ;) Differences in the season; Kurt and Blaine aren't boyfriends; they are still best friends though. I've made it so after nationals they stay for another morning and set it as Kurt going to Tiffany's again to have breakfast outside, but Rachel doesn't join him. Also, Kurt is a sophmore and 16, New Directions started when he was a freshman and Blaine is the same age as him.

Anyway, as I've said this is my first fanfic so I am not too sure exactly what I am doing, constructive criticism is welcome.

All mistakes are mine.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters (apart from OC's that might pop up) or Glee itself. All rights reserved to owners.

Kurt stared openly at his surroundings, he couldn't believe that he was here in New York outside of Tiffany's, of all places. Rachel hadn't wanted to come and have breakfast outside again, either the loss at nationals was too great and she was grieving or she was too busy with Finn, his stepbrother.

He sighed and admired his position once again, they'd all come to New York for nationals only to lose yesterday and although disappointment surrounded the glee club, some members were almost unaffected by it. Rachel and Finn had decided to date again after their shocking kiss on stage, Quinn had cut her hair and had become more distant; Kurt suspected that underlying the pain of seeing Finchel together again, she still constantly thought of Beth and the club was tense on a whole new level after seeing themselves tear each other apart through rumours and accusations a few weeks prior and the wounds were still fresh.

In the middle of his thought process, he vaguely recognised a woman dressed in a white Dior dress trip past him in her heels and spill coffee all over herself and the paperwork she had been holding. Moving quickly he discarded his own drink to help the woman on her feet.

"Woah, uh, a-are you okay?" He mentally scolded himself for stuttering as he recognised the editor of Vogue as he gently helped her gather her paperwork and stand up in her tall heels. Just as he was about to straighten himself up he realised her dress was soaked in a beige stain as the coffee sunk in, acting as fast as he possibly could he bravely grasped her hand and guided her into Tiffany's and through to the bathroom. As if on autopilot he guided her into the women's restroom and turned on the taps, searching his bag for his own homemade stain remover that had been frequently used before his transfer to Dalton Academy.

As he was dabbing the remover into the stained area of the dress near the hem the woman finally spoke up, "How old are you?" she asked. If an outsider could see them conversing they would have assumed they knew each other well, however that was not the case but from the look in Isabelle's eyes it seemed like it would only be a matter of time before the mysterious and impeccably well dressed student would be working for Vogue.

He paused briefly and then replied swiftly and cautiously, "Sixteen" and then continued to dab at the fabric, thankfully seeing the stain remover take effect and help the dress become salvageable.

Isabelle had been looking for a new model for weeks on the 'Newcomers' project and this teenager might just be able to give the project the appearance it needs by his looks and with the added help of his flair for designing, if his outfit was anything to go by.

Watch out world, Vogue is introducing Kurt Hummel.

So, that was a short introduction chapter. Review to let me know what you thought! :)