Author's note: I don't really know if any of you actually read this part but I write it anyways. This is the rest of the interview, and no it will not be very realistic because I have no idea how a job interview actually goes. Keep that in mind while reading , and I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, otherwise my plotlines would be on TV rather than on here.

"That's her." Kurt confirmed, his curious eyes scanning across every detail of the picture, from Rachel's dazzling smile to the vividly purple carpet she was kneeling on, her big brown eyes boring into the camera. Judging by the pensive look etched into his face, Blaine normally would've guessed Kurt was just lost in thought. But something about his expression was offset, and Blaine didn't like it. After a moment he broke the silence, cursing himself internally for letting his suspicions take over.

"Kurt? Are you alright…?" His tone was cautious but nonetheless proceeding.
The man in question promptly averted his eyes from the photo, almost as if he had just awoken from a trance. Blinking, he replied.

"She didn't tell me."

Blaine stared blankly back at him, silently praying for more explanation. Kurt's shoulders rose and sank into a sigh. If his body language was any indication whatsoever, this was not a comfortable subject for him to discuss.
"She didn't tell me she got married."
Confused and dumbstruck, Blaine remained silent. Most of his days were spent talking to people of all kinds, which he had no trouble with. And yet partway through a simple interview, this man already had him at a loss for words.

"… I'm sorry. We did elope, in her defense." He offered in return, voice tainted by uncertainty. Kurt's shoulders heaved again as he stared blankly forward.

"It's fine." Came the response, at a volume that made it painfully clear it was definitely not 'fine'. "But I suppose I ought to catch up with her sometime…"

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of Blaine's mouth, warming his hazel eyes. "I'll mention it to her. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to hear a bit more about your involvement with music."

"Of course!" Kurt perked up visibly in his chair at the word 'music'. "Where was I?"

"High school, I believe."

"Right. Let's see, I graduated from William Mckinley High School in 2012 in the top half of my class."

"Impressive." Blaine's grin was slowly blooming now.

Kurt returned it with an equally friendly smile. "Thank you. It took me two applications and an extra year to get in, but I managed to finish post-secondary a NYADA."

"Your major?" Blaine queried, swiveling his chair back and forth ever so slightly as he spoke.

"Musical theater."

"Minor?"

Kurt smirked. "Show choir."

"Appropriate." Blaine thought aloud, still trying to control his chair-swiveling tendency from across the desk. Kurt nodded, although it appeared to be more of a reflex than a thoughtful response.

"So how have you been getting by this past year?"

"Community theater, the occasional impromptu performance elsewhere and a little financial support from my parents."

"Really?" Blaine eyed his suit, a modest but incredibly flattering blue jacket, complete with a thin collar and folds of a crisp white shirt peeking out from underneath. It looked as if it had been dry cleaned and pressed in such a way that the material appeared not only clean, but perhaps even more expensive that Blaine would've guessed. "Then how on earth did you afford something like that?"

A pleased smile made itself known from the paler man's face. "I made it, actually."

Only when seeing just how much the shorter man's eyes widened did Kurt realize how closely he'd been watching him. At that exact moment, said man stood up from his chair and leaned over his desk to inspect Kurt's suit at what would normally be an uncomfortably close distance.

"Wow…" He mused, stroking various creases of the fabric with his right thumb, his face now so close Kurt could smell hints of cologne, aftershave and coffee drifting from his neck.

"You could have quite the future in fashion." Blaine breathed, voice shaking (a slip that, fortunately, went unnoticed by Kurt) at 'fashion' – coincidentally the word on which his eyes met Kurt's enchanting baby blues. Mouth just barely open, Blaine almost looked as he if he wished to say something, until the functional part of his brain stepped in and reminded him to shut it.

He sat down abruptly with an embarrassed cough and cleared his throat in hopes of breaking the sudden onset tension. Kurt, although flattered, seemed to be feeling equally awkward, eyes now trained on what must've been a very interesting spot on the carpet. Silence between the two stretched on for on for only a couple more seconds until Blaine, now staring awkwardly at his oversized computer screen, piped up.

"So are you- or rather, have you been- pursuing a career in that industry?"
Flattery made Kurt look perhaps (if possible) even more ravishing that usual, as his face lit up at the implied compliment. If the warm pink glow in his cheeks wasn't obvious before, it sure was now.

"Well, yes and no. I mean, I've always been very invested in the way I dress. Back in high school I saved up as much as I could to buy fabrics and designer clothing. I made the occasional accessory to fill time in Home Economics classes, but I didn't start making my own shirts, pants etcetera until around last Christmas when I needed to whip up some last-minute gifts. It's all good fun, but in all honesty, performing is what I really want to do."

Another smile toyed with Blaine's lips. "I know the feeling. Want to hear a little secret?"

Kurt couldn't stop himself from smirking. "Sure, why not?"

"Sometimes I stay in this building for hours after everyone else is gone."

The countertenor gazed intently at him, as if searching for an answer in the other man's hazel eyes. He didn't have to wait much longer to get it.

"I have the keys to all the recording studios."

Kurt's jaw dropped. "ALL of them?"

"Floors five through ten." Blaine gave a nod. "Being CEO has its privileges."

"So you just go in and-"

"- Sing. Play. Anything I want to do. My personal favourite one in studio 7D on the eighth floor; I ought to show you it sometime." He noted, removing himself from his chair and pacing around the room, gently pulling each set of curtains open. It took Kurt a moment's thought to process the implied meaning of what Blaine had just said.

"You mean I got the job?" He exclaimed, squirming excitedly in his chair, smiling the same way a five-year-old might at a piece of chocolate cake. Blaine chuckled to no one in particular.

"Of course you got the job! The interview is really just out of formality. Your resume was enough to convince me." Blaine's voice grew in volume as he strolled back over to the desk, stepping casually but carefully in his (no doubt very expensive) shoes.

"Great! Thank you so much, Mr. Anderson." Kurt smiled and stood up to shake Blaine's hand, then turned around to show himself out.

Blaine watched him as walked away. "I'll see you on Monday. Oh, and Kurt?"
Kurt's perfectly styled head of hair whipped around, perfectly on cue.
"Call me Blaine."

Alright, so there's the chapter! I hope you enjoyed it, and I will try to update again sometime around the end of the month, although I can't make any guarantees. My mom and I are going on a trip to Hawaii in August and I'm going to be busy getting prepared.

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