Kurt shuffled around the room carefully placing a cup of coffee in front of its designated consumer. Everyone was silent, except for a woman proposing a new trend.

"Now I know this may seem a little ridiculous," The woman announced, " but I believe that it's time we take our artistic minds in a different direction. Now before you shut me down, just hear me out-"

Isabelle cut her off, " Get to the point." She was obviously not amused and seemingly distracted by other thoughts.

"Right," The woman continued, clearing her throat nervously, " I have one word for you," She paused dramatically, "Rhinestones."

"No," Isabelle barked, "Come on people! When I say I want something to appeal to a younger audience, I don't mean 12-year-olds. We need something fresh, new, and not covered in glittery gems!"

Isabelle let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair with her eyes squeezed shut. Kurt took this opportunity to ask if anyone needed anything. They all ignored him.

Isabelle sat up, " Lets meet up next week, and by then, I want something new that we can work with."

All of the people picked up various papers and folders as they evacuated, leaving just Kurt and Isabelle. The intern tried to slip out unnoticed but froze when he heard his name uttered quietly.

"Um, yes?" He squeaked.

Isabelle turned in her chair to face him," Do you have any plans this Saturday?"

Kurt pondered the question. It was only Tuesday, and besides classes at NYADA, his job, and his internship, he didn't do much else.

"No, not really." He answered.

"Well," Isabelle stood and began walking towards him, "I have a meet-and-greet Saturday with some new designers, and I could really use a wingman to help me setup and serve refreshments. Do you think you're up for the job?"

"Yeah, yes of course, I'd love to!" Kurt beamed.

"Splendid. I'll fill you in on the details later."

"Great." Kurt began to exit.

"Oh, and Kurt?" Isabelle piped up, making him turn on his heel, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Kurt was still smiling uncontrollably as he left the building, turning his collar up against the biting wind. Kurt loved all of the events Isabelle invited him to; despite the fact that he was only an intern she appreciated his style. He was new, and that was exactly what Isabelle was looking for. As Kurt descended into into the subway station and out of the cold January air, he pulled out his phone to make a very important call.

Blaine rubbed his eyes vigorously, attempting to keep himself awake during a very boring lecture about the importance of potatoes throughout history. It was his final class of the day, and he tuned out about 4 minutes into the lesson. All Blaine could think about was graduation. He still had several months until the big day arrived and already counting the days. Sure he loves his friends and glee club and will be sad when it's all over, but that meant moving to New York, going to NYADA, and being with Kurt. Kurt. Just the thought of him made Blaine feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He couldn't wait to be reunited with his fiancé in the city of their dreams, just him and Kurt… and Rachel and Santana, but he just tries not to focus on sharing a loft with other two. He and Kurt will get a place of their own once they're married. Blaine smiled to himself.

"Blaine!" A voice rang out, snapping him back to reality to see Tina looking at him questionably, " The bell rang."

"Oh, sorry, Tina, I was just thinking about the fascinating history of potatoes."

"Of course," she rolled her eyes, " Now come on, Blainey days, walk with me to my locker."

"Okay."

As Blaine walked side by side with Tina, He remembered that the love of his life was in some nearly magical city fulfilling his dreams, and Blaine was stuck in Lima, Ohio. His smile faded.

"Is something wrong?" Tina questioned, opening her locker.

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just tired." Blaine wasn't lying, but he wasn't being completely honest.

"Well, I hope you aren't too tired to get our set list ready for Nationals!" she nudged him, "Come on Blaine, be happy. You're engaged and you're going to a show choir National Championship! You have so much to smile about, so don't frown."

Blaine smirked, "I guess you're right."

"Of course I am," She gave him a quick hug, "She you tomorrow, Anderson."

"Bye Tina." She shut her locker and walked away as Blaine moseyed down the hallway to his locker. He broke away from the herd to pack up his belongings, when his phone rang. Upon reading the caller ID, he could barely contain himself. He answered and spoke in a soft tone, "Hey, beautiful."

Kurt always blushes when Blaine calls him that, "Hi Blaine, how was your day?"

"Slow. Yours?"

"It actually went really well." Kurt continued, talking about the meet-and-greet, his classes, and his bands latest rehearsal. Blaine listened to his voice attentively, adding comments appropriately.

"So when are you going to visit?" Kurt changed the subject.

"I'm not sure. Soon I hope. But I probably won't be able to make it out there before February."

Kurt sighed, "I wish you would just graduate already."

"Me too."

The line went silent and all Blaine could hear was the noise of the subway.

"Well I'm going to let you go," Kurt uttered, "I'm sure you have plenty going on with Nationals and Sue's shenanigans."

Blaine chuckled, "Yeah."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Just as Kurt hung up, Blaine got a brilliant idea. He knew just what to do, and he was going to need some help.