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Again, please remember that I am aware that the details surrounding Kurt's case are not how things would go in the real world so when you're reading about charges and jail time, etc, just go with the flow. It's not really going to be brought back up after this chapter.
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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
The next few days went by quickly for both Kurt and Blaine. They spent the weekend barely getting out of bed. There was such a comfort of simply being in each other's presence. Between making love to each other and just holding each other, their weekend was pure bliss. In fact, neither one of them wanted to get up Monday morning for work. If they could stay in their little cocoon forever they would be perfectly content. But life called and work was a part of that.
Once Kurt actually left for work Monday morning he was actually excited to be getting back. He had his own office and was working one on one with one of the top designers in men's fashion. Paul hadn't been kidding on Friday when he told Kurt to be ready to hit the ground running once Monday rolled around. They spent the morning in back to back meetings, talking with distributors and speaking with fabric consultants. They spent an hour and a half in the sewing department because on one of the prototypes Paul had designed, the seams were off by half an inch and it was important that the sewing department understood the difference and how important it was that everything be absolutely perfect. It was quite the learning experience for Kurt. He'd been studying designing for years, but to be side by side with someone so important in the business was truly a dream come true.
Blaine found that dreams come true for him as well. As soon as he walked into his office Monday morning Noah Rhoades was waiting on him with a smile on his face. He called Blaine into his office without even giving Blaine the chance to get his computer started and email checked.
"Blaine, I know you just walked in the door. Hell, you're still carrying your lunch with you. But this was way too important to wait another minute."
"No, it's fine. What's going on?"
Noah smiled at Blaine. "DA Answell called me first thing this morning. Not only is she agreeing to move forward, but she feels that there will not be a need for a court trial. Jace Lavine and Kayla Jones both confessed to their parts in the attack on Mr. Hummel and even though Tony Watkins did not confess, Mr. Lavine and Ms. Jones' testimony against him, as well as finding the baseball bat with Mr. Hummel's blood on it in Mr. Watkins' closet is enough for a conviction. DA Answell feels like their public defenders will go for a plea bargain right off the bat. Taking this to court, with a jury would not be a smart decision."
Blaine was beside himself. "Well that's great news. I'm sure Kurt will be very happy to hear that there might not be a need for a trial. We've never specifically discussed it but I'm sure that would not be something he'd want to sit through. I do have one question though."
"Sure. What is it?"
"Well if they go for a plea bargain, what would the charges be reduced to?" Blaine knew being charged with attempted murder meant years behind bars – many years. Whatever the new charges, Blaine wanted to ensure that it still included jail time. He would settle for nothing less. He knew that Kurt would settle for nothing less too.
"DA Answell is willing to plea down to attempted manslaughter. She will not agree to anything lesser. Just remember, you have to discuss this with Mr. Hummel. Ultimately he has the final decision. If he refuses to allow the DA to plea down – and he has that right as the victim – then this will go to trail and it will be put before a jury of their peers. His chances of a conviction for attempted murder do increase but it also means that Mr. Hummel will have to relive the entire incident all over again. Blaine, that includes hearing the details of exactly what happened to him – the details that were too much for even you to deal with."
"And that means what in terms of jail time?"
"Well attempted murder could have gotten them upwards of 30 years in jail. Reducing it to attempted manslaughter will probably be around half of that – 15 years. Of course, it does all depend on the judge that handles the sentencing."
Blaine thought for a minute. Fifteen years behind bars is a long time. However, 30 years is a lot longer. If it were up to Blaine, he'd be taking those assholes to court – no question. But it's not up to Blaine. This is up to Kurt. "Ok, I hear you Noah. I'll discuss it with Kurt tonight and then let you know how he feels."
"Ok, Blaine. Just let me know what he decides and we'll move on from there. Now, go to your office and get settled in. The Bruce Wellington case has yet another crinkle and we need to tackle it head on."
Blaine groaned. "Oh Lord…how many crinkles are going to appear with this case?"
Kurt was utterly exhausted by the time he left his office for home. He'd spoken to Blaine recently and Blaine had agreed to pick up some Chinese on his way home. Kurt was too tired to cook and his ankle and leg were still sore from being on his feet for so long, which is another reason why he chose to take a cab home rather than the subway. By the time he got back to the loft, Blaine was already there, dishing out the Chinese food out on a plate. This made Kurt laugh. He swore he and Blaine were probably the only people on the planet that ate Chinese food on plates but they enjoyed sharing too much.
Kurt slipped up behind Blaine and wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist while softly kissing his neck. "Oh, I'm so glad to be home."
Blaine turned around in Kurt's arms to face him. "I'm glad you're home too." He kissed him again. "Long day?"
Kurt sighed as he grabbed one of the plates of food and brought it over to the table. "You could say that. I mean, it was a great day, don't get me wrong, but it was long. Paul had me join him in meeting after meeting but…" Kurt smiled. "…God, Blaine I loved every minute of it. Paul showed me things I didn't know that I didn't know…you know?"
Blaine laughed. "I'm not sure I know but you seem happy and that's what matters."
"So, how was your day?" Kurt was secretly hoping that there would be news about his case but Blaine had told him that it could take time.
Blaine cleared his throat. "Uh, well we heard something about your case, Kurt."
"What? And you're just now telling me? Blaine, you should have led our dinner conversation with that!"
"Well you have a decision to make, Kurt." Blaine paused. When Kurt said nothing, he continued. "The DA said that a trial could be avoided entirely…"
"Oh thank God!" Kurt interrupted. "I don't think I could handle sitting through a trial."
"There's more to it than that, Kurt. A trial can be avoided if a plea bargain is offered and accepted. They would plea down from attempted murder to attempted manslaughter."
Kurt looked confused. "What does that mean?"
"Well if you agree then the DA would plea down to attempted manslaughter and there would not be a trial. There would be a sentencing by a judge – which you would not be required to attend – and they would most likely get around 15 years…"
"And if I don't agree?"
"Then there's a trial, jury, the whole nine yards. They would be charged with attempted murder and they would most likely get around 30 years if convicted." Blaine could see the change in Kurt's eyes. "Kurt, you have to know though that if you want to go to trial then you have to know that you will be asked to take the stand. And, it means reliving the entire experience…getting the hospital involved – Dr. Richardson and Kevin as well as Liam Newman, the guy that found you. Not to mention that it would be a lengthy process. Trail dates don't get set overnight. It could be up to a year before a date is even set, let alone however long the trial would last. Then there is another gap between the end of the trial and sentencing. My guess? If you wanted to go to trial from start to finish it could take as long as two years."
Kurt sat speechless for a while. "What should I do, Blaine? What would you do?"
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand. "Baby, I can't answer that for you. And I don't want to influence your decision one way or another. Just know that whatever you decide, I'll be behind you 100%...no question."
"If I opted for the plea bargain…how long until we could put this behind us? How long would it be until the sentencing?"
"Well, I'm not entirely sure but my guess is that it would take a month…maybe two."
Kurt thought for a moment. "I…I don't want a trial, Blaine. I don't. I can't sit through that. I need to put this thing behind me once and for all. I know that means those bastards will only get half of the sentence they probably deserve but my sanity is more important to me than that. This damn attack has ruled my life for too long. I just want it over."
"Are you sure?"
Kurt sighed. "Yes, Blaine. I'm sure. I know I said before that I wanted to know the details of what happened to me – and I know you know…don't pretend you don't…" Kurt saw Blaine bow his head bashfully. "…but I don't want to know anymore. I've got one more doctor's appointment coming up to get this cast off of my arm and get rid of this walking boot and then I'm done. I'm done, Blaine."
Blaine leaned over the table and kissed Kurt. "Baby, I'm so proud of your determination. And I'm behind you on this. I'll tell Noah tomorrow at work and we'll just move forward." Blaine kissed Kurt again. "Can I ask how you knew that I know about the details of your attack?"
Kurt smiled softly. "Because I know you Blaine. I knew when you walked in the door last week that you knew. I could see it in your eyes when you looked at me. "
"Well to be fair Kurt, I don't know all of the details. I couldn't get through the entire document."
"That bad, huh? I guess I'm glad I don't remember any of it besides the initial hit to the head."
Blaine grimaced. "Yeah, but you know what? Let's change the subject. We need to focus on moving forward – not looking back."
Kurt smiled. "I couldn't agree more."
By Wednesday, a comfortable morning routine between the men had emerged and they were out and headed into work after a kiss and an 'I love you'. Both Kurt and Blaine really were loving life and they decided to embrace it rather than wait for the proverbial other shoe to drop. Blaine had told his boss about Kurt's decision to allow DA Answell to offer a plea bargain and Kurt was not having a single regret about it. Kurt had a doctor's appointment this afternoon and he was expecting to get his cast off of his arm and get rid of the walking boot. After that, all evidence of his attack would only exist in his memories – and he was thankful that his memories weren't that vivid.
Blaine had only been settled in his office for about an hour when Landry walked in…although burst in was more like it. "Geez Landry, how about knocking?"
Landry laughed. "Sorry – not my style. Besides, I knew you didn't have a client in here or anything…although you could have that boyfriend of yours hiding under your desk there."
Landry was nothing if not completely honest – always saying exactly what is on his mind. "Um, no, Kurt is at work. So, what can I do for you?"
"I'm glad you asked. I only want one thing…"
When Landry didn't continue Blaine knew he would have to ask. He was kind of afraid of what he could want. "Which is…?"
"Simple. Bleakers on Friday night. You bailed last week and I refuse to take no for an answer."
Blaine smiled. This was an easy request. Kurt had already agreed. "No problem. I've already talked about it with Kurt. We're in."
"Good to hear, man. Now, come on. The Wellington case just keeps getting better and better. Noah wants to meet with all of us."
Kurt's smile always seemed to enlarge every time he walked into his office. He was so glad he was able to come in every day. The emails and Skype way of working was nice while he was still in his wheelchair but now that he was mobile he was grateful that he was able to put in face time. Apparently Paul was too because he continued to give Kurt more and more creative freedom. Paul had been very specific as to what he wanted his fall line to represent and look like but he had given Kurt the chance to design some of his own ensembles rather than just adding 'flair' to Paul's existing designs. Kurt was in heaven.
When noon rolled around, Kurt stepped into Paul's office and reminded him that he would be gone for the rest of the afternoon due to his doctor's appointment. Kurt had just stepped into the elevator when Rosaline Spencer walked into Paul's office.
"So Paul, how is Kurt doing?"
"Rosaline, you couldn't have picked a better person to work alongside of me. He's got fantastic ideas and he's just bursting with energy. He still has some learning to do with regards to the ins and outs of what it really takes to produce a full fashion line but before long I'll have to watch my own back because he'll be after my job! I swear, Rosaline. We've got to keep that kid happy or he'll take his talents to another fashion house."
Rosaline Spencer smiled. "Oh don't you worry about that, Paul. I've got my own plans for our dear Mr. Hummel."
Kurt made good time to Dr. Richardson's office so he had a little bit of time to wait before the doctor could see him. He decided to send Blaine a text, just to let him know he was thinking of him. This always put a smile on his face. He was so thankful that he'd figured things out with regards to his feelings for Blaine before it was too late. His text to Blaine was short and sweet: Just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. I love you so much! About 30 seconds later came the reply: Aw, I love you too, baby!
After waiting for another five minutes, Kurt heard a familiar voice. "Kurt?"
Kurt turned his head and saw Kevin standing next to him. "Oh hi, Kevin." It was a little awkward. Kurt did feel bad for hurting Kevin's feelings and there was absolutely nothing wrong with Kevin. He was a good guy. He just wasn't Blaine.
"I'm assuming you're here for a checkup?"
Kurt nodded his head. "Yeah. I should be getting the cast off today." He lifted his walking boot up off of the floor. "I'm hoping to get rid of this thing too."
Kevin smiled. "That's great. You look good. I'm assuming that everything is going well in your life then?"
Kurt knew that was Kevin's subtle way of asking if he and Blaine were still together. "Yeah, things are good. Um, turns out I won't need to sit through a court trial."
"Really? How'd that come about?"
"Well, everyone connected with my attack was caught and are behind bars and they're plea bargaining to attempted manslaughter so…no court trial." Kurt was still relieved.
Kevin's smile was small and stiff. "So, I guess Blaine really was your savior."
"Look Kevin, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings but I'm not going to apologize for how I feel. You really are a great guy. I honestly mean that but…"
"I'm not Blaine…" Kevin interrupted.
"Yes."
"So you and Blaine are…" Kevin trailed off.
"Yes. We're still together." It felt weird for Kurt to say they were still together. It felt as if they'd lived a thousand lifetimes since the morning Blaine called Kurt to tell him about the video evidence he'd found, but in actuality it had only been a couple of weeks.
"Well, that's good I guess." Kevin said. "I mean, I want you to be happy, Kurt. And I guess it's good we figured this out now before we both got in deeper, you know?"
Kurt nodded. Then, as if his saving grace, the nurse called Kurt's name indicating the doctor was ready to see him. Kurt and Kevin exchanged polite goodbyes and then Kurt followed the nurse back into the exam room. Kurt's gut instinct was right – the doctor removed his walking boot and then after a quick trip to the casting area, his arm cast was removed. This was the last piece to the puzzle. He was finally free from his attack. The people that did it to him were behind bars and the last remaining pieces of evidence were finally removed from his body. Aside from a few scars left behind, there was nothing physically evident that he'd even been attacked.
Kurt knew there would always be an internal scar that remained with him. He knew that alleys would probably always provide him with a little bit of nervousness. But, he also knew that his attack was what ultimately brought him and Blaine back together. It was the catalyst for Blaine finally quitting his job and moving to New York. Kurt remembered something Blaine had said to him in the hospital. He'd told Kurt that when he was beaten up after the Sadie Hawkins dance and his old high school it was what led him to transfer to Dalton…and what ultimately led him to meeting Kurt. He'd said that getting beaten up turned out to be one of the best things to ever happen to him. Kurt had rolled his eyes when Blaine had said that because he didn't think he'd ever look at his attack that way. But now, here he was, fresh from the doctor's office after receiving a clean bill of health and he knew that his attack was what brought Blaine to New York – it was what brought them back together. So yes, Kurt could now agree with Blaine and say that getting attacked was one of the best things to ever happen to him…though he would never, ever want to go through anything like that ever again.
As Kurt was heading to the subway, his cell phone began ringing. It was their realtor, Lynn McCord. Kurt answered quickly. "Hello?"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hummel. I hope I'm not disturbing you. Do you have a few minutes?"
"Oh yes, Ms. McCord. What can I do for you?"
"Well it's more of what I can do for you. The Smiths are ready to transfer ownership of the apartment in the Beaumont. All I need is to set up a time for you and Mr. Anderson to come and sign the paperwork. Once you sign, the keys are yours."
Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Are you saying we could get the keys today?"
"Yes. That is if you and Mr. Anderson can come by my office sometime this afternoon."
"Ok, I need to give Blaine a call and see if he can get away for a few hours. I'll call you right back, Ms. McCord. Thank you!"
Kurt dialed Blaine as quickly as he could. "Hey baby. How'd your appointment go? Cast free?"
Kurt was so excited about the apartment he had completely forgotten that he was a cast free man. "Yeah, everything is gone but that's not why I'm calling."
Blaine took in Kurt's anxious state. "What's wrong? You sound freaked out about something."
"No, nothing is wrong. Can you get away for a few hours?"
Now Blaine really thought something was wrong. Kurt would never ask Blaine to leave in the middle of work unless something was wrong. "Kurt, you're freaking me out. What's wrong? Why do you need me to leave work? Are you ok?"
"Blaine, yes, I'm fine. I just got a phone call from Lynn. If we can get to her office and sign some paperwork, the apartment will be ours by the end of the day – keys in hand. That's why I'm freaked out. Keys in hand, Blaine!"
"Oh! Wow! That was fast. Uh, yeah, I'll go tell Noah that I need t step out for a bit. I'll meet you at Lynn's office. Does that work for you?"
"Absolutely. I'll see you there. Love you."
Kurt felt like he had never rushed to get somewhere before in his life. He was so anxious. Not because the loft was horrible because it was actually quite nice. And, it was and will forever be the first place he and Blaine lived in as a couple. No, he was anxious because this was a big deal. He and Blaine were buying a place together. It wasn't going to be Kurt moving in with Blaine or Blaine moving in with Kurt. This would be their place – their place together. He wanted to start that life immediately.
Kurt called Lynn back and told them that they were on their way. Kurt arrived at her office first and he opted on waiting for Blaine before going in. He wanted them to go through this entire process together. Blaine made his way in shortly after Kurt. As they were walking into Lynn's office, Blaine leaned in to Kurt and gave him a kiss on the cheek before whispering, "I can't believe this is happening!"
Lynn went over every detail of the purchase agreement and both Kurt and Blaine signed in every appropriate place as co-owners. They smiled at each other every time they signed their name. Finally after every i had been dotted and every t crossed, Lynn smiled at each of them and handed over two sets of keys – one for Kurt and one for Blaine.
They stood up and shook Lynn's hand and then they turned and embraced each other before walking out onto the street holding hands. Blaine turned and looked at Kurt. "Fuck work! We're going home!"
Kurt smiled. "I like the sound of that!"
They took the short subway ride to the Beaumont Building and rode the elevator up to the 10th floor. They couldn't believe how lucky they'd been to get this place! The hardwood flooring throughout the apartment was absolutely stunning and Kurt was already thinking about the different area rugs he could put down to spice up each room. The kitchen was state of the art, with all the highest quality appliances. There were three bedrooms throughout. Even though they had never discussed children in a specific case, they both knew deep down that they'd like to have two and this apartment was perfect for that. The master suite was what really sold them both on this being their first choice. Beautiful french doors opened up to an incredibly spacious room that could easily fit more than one king sized bed. Kurt could already picture having a chaise lounge off to one corner. He'd always dreamed about having a bedroom that would also have a sitting area. There were two master closets – both walk-in. Blaine knew this was a major selling point for Kurt. They shared most everything in their lives but sharing a closet was not something Kurt wanted. This way they wouldn't have to. But above all was the absolutely magnificent view of Central Park from their bedroom window. They could see Rockefeller Center and the famous ice skating rink in addition to a view of Central Park in its entirety.
After Kurt and Blaine took yet another tour of their new home Blaine turned and looked at Kurt and saw that he was sporting a facial expression that was something short of ecstatic. "What's wrong?"
Kurt looked over at Blaine and half smiled. "Nothing really. It's just that I'm sad that this place is ours and we can't even spend the night here because we don't have any furniture or anything to sleep on. And before you say anything, no, I am not sleeping on the hard floors. We need furniture."
Blaine laughed. "Ok you're right. So we can't sleep here tonight but we can spend Saturday and Sunday moving your furniture in and then as soon as we can, we'll go back to Westerville so I can get my stuff out of my place."
Kurt groaned. "Saturday? That's two days away, Blaine."
"Kurt, actually it's a day and a half, and besides, I'll totally make it worth your while." Blaine wagged his eyebrows at him. The wheels in his head were turning. Blaine had a perfect idea in mind. He would need some help to pull it off but he thought he would be able to handle it.
Kurt groaned again.
Blaine looked at him – that same expression was on Kurt's face. "Now what's wrong?"
"I'm just thinking about the furniture at my apartment. It doesn't go in this place at all. My furniture looks cheap because, well, it was. This place needs something classy."
Blaine walked over and put his arms around Kurt's waist. "Ok, I'll tell you what. We can either bring your furniture over this weekend or we can wait until we can afford to buy some classy stuff and we'll just stay in the loft until that happens. Your choice."
Kurt smiled at him. "You're an ass you know that?" Kurt knew Blaine was teasing him because they'd already discussed how they would be financially strapped for a little bit while adjusting to the new mortgage payment – which was quite a bit more than Kurt was paying on his apartment and what Blaine was still paying on his apartment in Ohio.
Blaine smiled back. "Yes, but you love me anyway."
"Yes, I do love you – and I love your ass too!" Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's ass cheeks and leaned in and kissed him deeply. After a few minutes of kissing Kurt pulled back. "Mmmm, it's a shame we are both empty handed here. How much fun would it be to christen this place?"
"Oh baby, you have no idea. You're making me hard just thinking about it."
"Well then let's get out of here. You can take me as hard as you want back at the loft" Kurt whispered as he grabbed Blaine's hand and proceeded to drag him out of their brand new apartment.
"Kurt Hummel, you are going to be the death of me."
"That's the plan!"
Friday morning rolled around and Kurt was having a hard time getting out of bed. Blaine had taken him seriously last night when he said he could take him as hard as he wanted. He rolled over and turned the alarm off, groaning as he did. It had been a long time since he'd been this sore. It was a good sore though. When it came from Blaine, it was always a good sore.
Blaine heard Kurt groaning and smiled to himself. Last night had been all about raw and needy. It had been quite awhile since they'd literally just fucked each other. Since getting back together they both wanted to make a point of making love – to express their feelings towards each other. Oh there were feelings last night, there always was when it came to the two of them, but sometimes it's nice to just be animalistic and fuck with abandon.
Blaine snuggled up along Kurt's back, acting as the big spoon. "Mmmm, morning, baby."
Kurt softened into the curve of Blaine's body against his. "Don't even think about round two, Anderson. I don't think I'll be able to walk today."
Blaine laughed and kissed the back of Kurt's neck. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy last night? You were the one that said I could take you as hard as I wanted to after all."
Kurt turned and faced Blaine, groaning as he did. "Oh I enjoyed last night – thoroughly. But the next time someone is taking the other one hard, it's gonna be me on you, buddy." Kurt slowly got out of bed and headed to the shower.
Once Blaine heard the shower running he picked up his phone. He dialed his office and Emily answered the phone. After polite morning greetings she transferred him to Noah at his request. The first part of making his plan work involved getting a reprieve from work today…a reprieve that Kurt could not know about. Noah was completely on board once Blaine explained what he wanted to do. Once part one was handled, he got up and joined Kurt in the shower.
An hour later Kurt was heading off to the office. Usually he and Blaine left together but this morning Blaine informed him that the first big meeting of the day wasn't until 10am so his boss had told them all they could come in a little bit later. Kurt spent the first part of the morning sitting in on meetings with Paul. Paul was making sure that Kurt was included in every discussion that was taking place. It was nice that Kurt felt respected enough that his opinion mattered.
After a working lunch, Rosaline Spencer stopped in. Her presence surprised him a little bit. Truthfully, he'd seen less of her now that he was working than he did while he was on a leave of absence. "Kurt dear, would you mind stepping into my office for a bit? I'd like to talk to you about something."
"Oh no, not at all." He got up and followed her to the elevator and up to her office, passing Glenda and smiling a hello at her on the way. Once inside, he took a seat in the familiar plush chair and Ms. Spencer sat at her desk.
She looked at him for a moment. "So, how are things going? Working with Paul – are you learning? Absorbing everything he's teaching you?"
Kurt smiled. "Paul has been fantastic…really. I've been learning so much. And he's very good at making sure my ideas are heard – really making me feel like part of the team."
"Well that's good to hear dear." She paused. "Kurt, I've been thinking about you and your future with this fashion house…"
Kurt felt a strange pit in his stomach. This did not sound good. Oh dear Lord – he really hoped he was not losing his job. Not after he and Blaine had just bought an apartment – a very expensive apartment. "Ok" was all Kurt could manage to say.
"I don't think I want you completing your apprenticeship with Paul…"
"What? Why? Did I do something wrong?" Kurt knew it was rude to interrupt but he couldn't contain himself.
"What? No, darling. You didn't do anything wrong." She could see now how he was interpreting her words. "You're doing everything right…too right as a matter of fact. I glanced back over your portfolio and inspiration struck."
Ok, now Kurt was confused. "I'm not following."
"Kurt, the children's clothing designs you included in your portfolio? The ones you said you included based on your gut instinct? Well, I want to develop a children's line. A full line. It's a little late to get started on a line for the fall season so I'm thinking spring, next spring. What do you think?"
Kurt was still confused. He was glad that he was able to provide her with inspiration but he still wasn't sure how exactly this involved him. "That's great, Ms. Spencer. Do you need me to help out in some way?"
She chuckled. "No darling, I don't want you to just help. I want you to be the head designer."
"The head what?"
Now she full out laughed. "The head designer, Kurt. You are too talented to be sidelined with Paul. I've seen the work you've been doing and it is utterly fantastic. The suit you designed the other day…all I could see in my mind was a little five year old wearing it. It's time to expand. This fashion house has been a little stagnant and I think developing a children's line is the perfect way to go. What do you think?"
Kurt's head was having a hard time catching up. "You want me to be the head designer of a children's line? A children's line in the House of Rosaline Spencer?"
She smiled at him. "Yes. That is what I'm saying. Now, you'll have a little time to assemble your staff but I wouldn't wait too long. It won't be long before the spring season is ready to roll out and I plan to promote the hell out of this. No pressure but if I'm going to expand and develop an entire new line it's got to be the best. This fashion house does not fail."
Kurt was reeling. "A staff? I'm sorry but my brain is just a little bit behind here."
Ms. Spencer got up and walked over to sit next to Kurt. "I know. This is probably a lot for you to take in. And I'm operating under the assumption that you will accept. First things first…I've discussed this with Paul and he's agreed to assist you in understanding exactly what it takes to start a line from scratch. You began working with Paul once he already had his concept for the fall line laid out. Now, as far as selecting your staff, you'll want to choose wisely. You're free to choose any of the junior staffers you used to work with but Glenda will be more than happy to get you a comprehensive list of qualified candidates as well. Your staff will consist of people to work in the cutting room, the sewing room and assistants. Remember, the assistants can help you finesse your designs but the whole concept will be yours. You can have a personal assistant if you'd like but there will be a budget you'll have to adhere to regarding your staff as well. I'm going to loan Glenda's assistant out to you so you can get started."
"Glenda has an assistant?"
Ms. Spencer laughed again. "Figures that's what you'd pick up on. Yes, my assistant has an assistant. When you're Rosaline Spencer of The House of Rosaline Spencer, your assistant needs an assistant. Faith is her name and she's fantastic. But she's only on loan to you." She paused and looked at Kurt. "So darling…what do you say? Do you want to be my newest head designer for the newest line in The House of Rosaline Spencer?"
Kurt looked over at her with the biggest smile his face could muster. "Yes! Yes, I absolutely do!"
Yay for Kurt! I know some people are waiting to see what Blaine's father thinks of his new career. He will have a little chat with his father but not yet...
Next up: They duet at Bleakers and Blaine has a surprise for Kurt.
I'll update again tomorrow.
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