A/N: I'm back, I couldn't stop myself from writing because I just really wanted to write dark!Blaine again, and I decided to treat you with a prologue and chapter one. Also, give you the warnings for this story.

WARNINGS FOR FUTURE CHAPTER! Bdsm, Smut, Cursing, Murder, Blood, Bondage.

Chapter 1: Fall Issue

"Hello, Vogue office, how can I help you?"

"This is Adam, you know Tom Ford's assistant, can you put me through Kurt Hummel please?" Jenna smiled and rolled her chair away from her desk, glancing towards Kurt through the glass wall, she covered the receiver of the phone and said

"Mr. Hummel, I have Adam from Tom Ford on the phone"

Kurt had his back to Jenna, so she couldn't see his expression, he was glancing outside his ceiling to floor glass wall of his Editor-n-Chief office that faced the New York skyline "Tell him I'm in a meeting" he said without turning around.

Jenna nodded and walked back to her chair, picking up the phone she said sweetly "Okay, Mr. Hummel… I'm sorry but Mr. Hummel is a meeting today, Can I take a message?" She grabbed her notepad and pen as she waited for the caller to give her a message.

The man on the phone chuckled bitterly and said "Yes… tell him that I'd very much like to fuck him, and if my talk with him from the Tom Ford fashion event had anything to go by, then I'm sure he'd be an amazing fu.." she couldn't finish hearing the entire message because suddenly, her phone was snatched out of her hand, she looked up in shock to find Mr. Hummel towering over the desk with the phone in his hand.

"You listen to me you fucking pervert, call me again and I will get a restraining order. I'm not interested so fuck off or else I'll take things to court, have a good day" Kurt said and slammed the phone on the desk, making Jenna jump in shock. "asshole" Kurt muttered under his breath running his hand over his face tiredly, he took a minute to compose himself in front of his assistant before he said "Jenna, go get me a non-fat mocha, stat…"

"Yes, Mr. Hummel." she said hurriedly and grabbed her bag in a hurry, "oh, and Jenna, not a word about this, got it?"

"Of course, Mr. Hummel" she nodded and ushered herself out of the room.

Kurt sighed watching her leave before he walked back into his office, unbuttoning the jacket of his Prada coat and putting it on his coat rack. He rolled up the sleeves of his crisp blue shirt and stood over his desk. The fall issue of Vogue's proposals scattered around his desk to approve. He felt so overworked lately, with looking over models to choose for the fall cover, deciding the theme and designer. Things had been manic at the office lately, and stuff like that creep from Ford's party only pissed him off further.

He didn't have time for distractions, but he also wanted some time to relax. He dropped down into his office chair and turned it around to face the window.

The view made him appreciate just how much struggle he did to get to the top. He felt privileged, so scandals like Adam, just a random dude who didn't get the message of not interested or bad publicity was ever going to make him unprofessional or non-serious in his office. He needed to maintain the respect of his fellow colleagues and he would do whatever it takes to ensure that. Though he remembered that night from last week the party in LA, of his 10th anniversary, where he met that man with those hypnotic hazel eyes, now those eyes did haunt his dreams in the past few days. He couldn't shake the feeling of looking at them; Kurt felt like he was a teenager again, but no, he couldn't let some man into his life, he had way too much on the line and too much to lose. A man would just be a distraction he couldn't afford, and he won't let some random guy into his life, he is better off being the cold-hearted man he is known to be.

"Fuck, I almost forgot…"Kurt grabbed his phone and hit 'call' button "Jenna. Forget the coffee, and hurry back to get the proposals and design team ready"

Kurt's town car pulled up on Marc Jacobs Manhattan headquarters, he grabbed his vogue memo and walked out of his car with Jenna in tow.

The lady on the front desk stood up immediately as he entered the room, she frantically fixed her hair and brushed her clothes, walking around the desk "welcome Mr. Hummel, Mr. Jacobs, and his models are waiting for you" The front desk lady said, as she led him to the elevator. He took off his Ray-Bans handing them to Jenna, the elevator reached the 20th floor before it dinged open.

"Ah, there is my favorite editor-n-chief in the world"

"Ever so charming, Marc" Kurt said and shook Marc's hand before he was led over to the leather couch. "Please have a seat, Kurt, my models will be out in just a minute to show you this fall season designs"

"Kylie, go tell Eric to bring out the models" the girl from the front desk nodded and went to do as she was told.

"I hope you'd like this season's designs, Kurt, I worked really hard on them, I think they're my best yet for the fall issue"

"I hope so, Marc, so far the designs I've seen are too old schooled to be on this year's fall cover, I hope you won't disappoint"

"The Models are here" Marc said, he walked back towards the first model, he showed each design off, passing the portfolio to Kurt as he explained each article of clothing and its inspiration for the collection.

"well, now I'm going to leave you alone, so you can make up your mind and examine each article of clothing. I'll have a guy bring in the racks. Marc ushered everyone out of the room leaving Kurt alone with his thoughts as he walked over to the desk, and began flipping the pages of the portfolio for the fall collection. He heard the door open and heard the rack wheels being rolled into the room; he walked over to the first rack that was brought in and began examining each article closely, to see which Item would fit this year's fall issue for Vogue.

He heard another rack being brought in, but he didn't look up until the man who brought in the rack said, "I knew I've seen that beautiful face before… Kurt Hummel, Editor-n-Chief"

Kurt looked up from the clothing rack and rolled his eyes when he saw who was talking to him "Guy from the party" he said uninterested

Hazel eyes chuckled and inched closer to Kurt as if a predator moving towards his prey "Oh, I'm sure you remember my name, Mr. Hummel" he said lowly, Kurt looked up and glared at him, of course he remembered his name, how could he not, he's the sexiest guy he saw at that party and damn those eyes had haunted him even after the party; and right now, that smirk was making him agitated under his gaze. That smirking bastard Kurt rolled his eyes again and tightened his jaw as he looked back to going through the portfolio and clothes.

"I see you still have your ice queen mask on" Hazel eyes said, putting an arm on the rack rod and leaning towards Kurt with a smile.

"who said it's a mask?" Kurt said, not looking up, he couldn't focus when he looked at his eyes.

Hazel eyes placed his hands on the portfolio page that Kurt was about to flip, his hand now resting dangerously close to his own as he said "I do… I can see there is a lot under the mask, but my what a lucky man would I be if I get to see what's under that ice queen mask"

Kurt scoffed and said "well you aren't so I suggest you find someone else to waste time with"

"who said I wanted to waste your time, Mr. Hummel I'm just quite captivated by you," he said to him.

"I'm not interested"

"Oh, I'm sure you aren't but you can't help but not let me try a little bit"

Kurt closed the portfolio shut and walked back over to the rack and grabbed a dress to give it a once over, Hazel eyes followed behind him, and now was standing dangerously close to him, he could feel the brush of his jacket against his right arm. "well I don't want you to try"

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind letting up that controlled ice queen mask to break just for a little bit." He said leaning closer, his chest brushed against Kurt's arm.

Kurt sighed and picked up the sleeve, turning it around his hand as he examined the embellishment detail on it "I rather put pins in my eyes" he said, trying desperately to distract himself from the man next to him.

He heard him chuckle and then felt his breath closer to his face just like he did on that party, and heard him whisper in his ear "oh we wouldn't want that, now would we, I know you thought about me after the party, Mr. Hummel, and I can tell you are just as interested in I am, you're just too scared to give away that controlling demeanor you carry around you"

Kurt bit his lip and said "I'm not interes-" but he paused and let out a gasp when Hazel eyes grabbed the end of the sleeve and tugged at it until it was wrapping tightly around Kurt's wrist, almost too tightly. He tugged harder on the sleeve and pulled Kurt's arm towards him. Kurt's cheeks flushed as he looked up at him, suddenly Hazel eyes was towering over him. Kurt looked around the room, they were still alone, "no one is here, Kurt, are you scared of me?"

Kurt gasped, and his breath shuddered, he could practically feel the sensuality oozing from him, "Devon…" he breathed and tried to tug his hand away from his grasp, but instead Devon smirked and grabbed his other hand and wrapped the sleeve around his free hand until both of his hands were bound under Devon's hold.

"so, you do know my name…" Devon smiled and leaned his face forward until his nose was brushing against Kurt's he said, "It's Blaine, Devon is my middle name"

"Blaine, I can't…"

"Give me a chance, I know you want to… let me take you out" Blaine said and released his grip on Kurt, letting Kurt's hands free to fall back on his sides. Kurt cleared his throat and stepped back from Blaine when he heard the door open.

Marc walked in and said, "Everything up to standards, Kurt?"

Kurt nodded and grabbed the portfolio "Yes, my people will stay in touch with you"

"excellent, wait right here I have another proposal copy in my office, give me five minutes" Marc exited the room leaving them alone once again. Kurt sighed and straightened his shirt, grabbing the water bottle from the coffee table, taking a long swig of to calm down. He took a deep breath and turned towards Blaine "One date, that's it, then you'll leave me alone"

"Oh, Kurt, one date is enough for me, after that you'll be the one wanting more" Blaine smirked, walking over to Kurt, he slipped a piece of paper in his back pocket of his tailored pants, he whispered in his ear "call me, Mr. Hummel" before slipping out of the room.

Fuck my life, Kurt thought, running his fingers over his wrists, not being able to shake away the sensation.

A/N: I hope you are enjoying so far, I sure am, with all the ideas I have for this story. I also will be updating the rest of my fanfics sometime next week

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