Kurt sat at his desk, working with a smile as he sorted out portfolios and letters for Isabelle. He took delight in answering phone calls in a cheery voice and graceful banter. The office was alive with the exchanging of ideas and the ringing of phones as Kurt took a sip of his morning coffee, enjoying the particularly sweet taste of this morning's brew.

"Hey there, you're looking awfully cheery this morning," a familiar voice spoke.

Kurt looked, it up was Adam, looking especially dapper in a vest and tie.

"Well, you're looking dressed up today," Kurt replied, smiling as he did so.

"I've got a big interview for a fashion program elsewhere, so I've pulled out all the stops."

"What? You're leaving," Kurt asked, his smile suddenly fading.

"It's not for sure yet, I still have to meet with the scouting agents, but if I make it, you might see one of my designs on the runway!"

Adam grinned, taking a bite from a breakfast bagel he pulled from his bag. He took another one out, handing it to Kurt, who started at in his hands, contemplating what to say next.

"What's the matter? Are you sad that I'll be going?" Adam inquired, with a hint of flattery in his tone.

"No, it's just that..." Kurt looked away, frantically thinking for something to add, "...Yeah, I guess you could say that I'll be kind of sad."

"Aw Kurt, now you're making me want to stay," Adam said, messing with Kurt's hair.

Kurt turned his head, no longer in the mood to exchange playful gestures. He placed the bagel he received onto his desk, grabbing a tissue from a nearby dispenser to place it on. Kurt started to work in silence, staring blankly at his computer monitor.

"Kurt, do you not want me to go?" Adam asked, putting his bagel down and scooting his chair, "Because if you don't want me to, I won't."

Adan put a comforting hand onto Kurt's shoulder.

"Please don't touch me," Kurt replied, not even bothering to reciprocate eye contact, "This is a workplace Adam, and you have tasks that you should be working on."

"I see," Adam responded, a sense of hurt in his voice, "Well, I'll leave you to your work then."

Adam rose from his chair and walked out of Kurt's cubicle, taking his bag and bagel with him. Before he left, he looked at Kurt, who was still working, desperately trying to distract himself by moving files and typing up memos.

"You know, you're kind of cute when you get sassy," Adam teased, leaving a note on Kurt's desk as he left.

Kurt was hesitant to read it at first, still too upset by Adam's news to even think about anything besides his work. After a moment of thought, he gave in and decided to read it anyway. The note read: "Hi there. Kurt, I know you probably hate me right now, but I just wanted to let you know that my friends are holding a 'Good Luck' party for me before I leave." Kurt's lips formed into a smile as he read, the thought of Adam inviting him to spend time before he departed brought joy to his heart. He flipped the note over and saw the address of Adam's apartment and the time of when the festivities were to occur. Scrawled underneath it all was a tiny message: "You can come little earlier though. ;)"

The rest of the work day flew by as Kurt couldn't get the thought of Adam out of his head.

"Why does he want me to come early?" Kurt thought, as he wrote a memo for Isabelle.

Similar thoughts flourished in his mind as he continued with the day's tasks. He thought of the many possibilities Adam could be hinting towards as he read the note over and over, trying to find a secret message in the texr. These thoughts began to interfere with Kurt as he began to drift off into a daydream as he went on with his day. His reports were typo ridden, his files unorganized and a mess, he even caused a paper jam due to carelessness with a printer. After hours of these shenanigans, he finally received a call in his cubicle; he had been personally called by Isabelle to meet with her on the top floor. Kurt gulped, "Oh no, I'm going to lose my job aren't I?"

Negative thoughts filled Kurt's head as he ascended up the building via an elevator.

"Everything's going to be fine, she probably just wants to check up on me."

Finally stopping at the top floor, Kurt approached Isabelle's office, gulping hard as he knocked on her door.

"Come in!" Isabelle shouted.

She herself was busy with work as well, papers were strewn across her desk as she frantically tried sorting them out. It was clear that she had had a rough morning, as the usual well-dressed and made up woman Kurt encountered on a weekly basis was replaced with a messy-haired and stressed out wreck.

"Oh, Kurt!" Isabelle said, "I had forgotten that I called for you."

Isabelle attempted to fix herself up, looking at a nearby mirror to fix her hair.

"Have a seat."

He did so, nervously settling himself into the seat that faced Isabelle from across her desk.

"It has come to my attention that you've been causing some trouble around the workplace," she stated.

"Yes, but I haven't meant to Ms. Wright, I've just been having a-"

"Please Kurt, just call me Izzie," Isabelle said, cutting him off.

She laid back in her seat, laughing at her attempt to seem prim and proper. He relaxed, his fears suddenly leaving his mind.

"So I see you've been flirting with Adam," Isabelle said, raising an eyebrow, "He's a cute one, but I recall you telling me you had a boyfriend?"

"I do; Adam and I are just friends."

"It sure doesn't seem that way, I saw you two canoodling down there."

Kurt looked away, blushing. He didn't think that anybody saw him and Adam together when they went out for lunch, but apparently someone did. Kurt's mind repeated the memory of that day in his head over and over as he tried to sleep the night before. He had held Adam's hand and rested his head on his shoulder as they ate. Kurt even recalled feeling a little heartbroken when they separated as the lunch break ended and they parted back to their cubicles.

"I assure you, we're just friends."

Isabelle nodded, looking blankly out of the window as she replied to Kurt's statement.

"Have you heard the news?"

"Yes, I've heard."

"It's such a shame. He was one of my best workers. His head just seemed to be filled with these grand ideas," Isabelle smiled, "He's going to make it far, wherever he goes. That kids got something not many people in this industry have."

Kurt's heart began to sink again, the thought of Adam leaving just as their relationship began to take form brought sadness.

"He's taken an interest in you, Kurt," Isabelle said, turning her gaze to him, who was beginning to blush, "The way he looks at you; the way he smiles as you walk by."

Kurt looked away as he felt his face flushing into a red color.

"This is New York, the place of hopes and dreams, and from my time here I've learned a bit about those things."

Kurt looked up, eager to hear what she had to say.

"And what would that be?" Kurt inquired.

"I've learned that sometimes you have to let one dream die, so another hope can live."