Author's Note: Thank you so much for the sweet comments and compliments you guys have given on this.
This all occurs the same day as the last chapter but in the afternoon. It all ties together, I promise. Remember that Blaine was going to meet with the cast, but he asked for Tina and Quinn as well. Remember I told you guys that I would be splitting this up to help it flow better. Sorry this is so short.
"Kurt, could you come in here please?" Isabelle asked with a reassuring smile.
Kurt nodded. "Yeah. Is everything ok? Did you need something?" he asked as he stepped inside her office.
"Yes, I just had something I wanted to talk to you about, and I prefer to do it in private. First and foremost, I wanted to ask if you were doing ok? Your smile seems forced, and you have circles around your eyes, even though you've tried to hide it with that concealer Daphne recommended in her piece last week. Is it your dad again? I know you worry about his health a lot."
Kurt smiled gently. "No, he's fine, aside from his complaints that Carole is trying to sneak rabbit food into his lunches again. I'm ok. I just haven't been sleeping well."
"Was it Bicheette? She's not allowed back on the premises. You handled her correctly. I noticed that you were different the very next day."
"No, I'm used to handling divas like her. Please, I share an apartment with Rachel Berry. Security had her out in two minutes, and I already have all her calls redirected to Hong Kong. Besides, she asked me if I ever thought of modeling. I told her I'd rather replace my moisturizer with Ben-gay than to represented by the House of Bichette."
"I don't know why you even called security. You roasted her like she was on the menu." Isabelle laughed. "So it's about Adam? The one you went on a date with last week? You never told me how the second date went."
"We haven't gone on one. I guess there can be now, now that-" he stopped mid-sentence when he realized that he Isabelle didn't know about everything that had occurred with Blaine.
"So it's a different guy then," Isabelle smiled. "I thought so, just by the way you seemed so giddy the last few weeks, and then you suddenly seem so heartbroken. Are you ok? You can talk to me if you need to,"
And so he did. He told her everything: about his story, the private messages between him and Blaine, the stolen plotlines from his story, to his doubts about his writing.
"So, all of this started because you doubted your writing?" Isabelle questioned.
Kurt nodded. "You haven't used any of my pieces yet."
"You have the main article tomorrow," Isabelle replied.
"Wait, which one?"
"The one about the re-emergence of bow ties in fashion."
"Really! I get the main story!"
"Yes. Your writing is so raw, so passionate, especially that article. I was so excited when I read it that I-" Isabelle's words dropped suddenly.
"You what? Isabelle?" A look of panic spread across Kurt's face.
"We even arranged an interview with Blaine Anderson. I'm sorry, Kurt. I booked you an interview with him this afternoon. I thought you'd be excited about meeting him because you gushed about him in your article. I need to cancel it immediately."
"Actually, no you don't. I want the interview. I have some questions to ask him, and I don't want to do it in some private message or in a letter. Does he know I'm the person interviewing him?"
"No. We just talked to his PR manager, and she said Blaine agreed to the article. He actually should be arriving any minute so they can do the photoshoot. He's supposed to meet Chandler in half an hour, and then do the interview with you in an at two. I can have Chase do it if you wan-"
"No. It's perfect. Although, you said I have raccoon eyes. God, I've been crying. I can't meet with him like this," Kurt panicked.
"Uh, Kurt. We have make-up artists and access to designer labels. Plus, you've got me. You'll be ready. I'll personally see to it that you look fabulous."
"You really are my fairy godmother," Kurt said fondly. "Isabelle, what if he says something, and I can't finish the interview. I mean, he really hurt me."
"Because you love him," Isabelle finished.
"Wait, I- I couldn't. Everything I know about him is this fantasy. This character. I don't know what is real."
"What you feel is real though, Kurt, or you wouldn't be so upset. I could tell it in your last article that someone really hurt you. That wouldn't be possible if you had no feelings for this guy. Ask him what you need to ask him. Hear him out. He asked you for a second chance. This is it. Just ask him the professional questions first."
Kurt chuckled. "Of course," he said as he playfully rolled his eyes. "Anything you want me to ask him?"
"Yeah, ask him if Cam and Shane are going to get back together. Or do I just need to read your story for the answer to that," she joked.
"It's on hiatus. I haven't written anything since the show stole my ideas. What if he really was just using me to save his show."
"Then, you'll have a great follow-up article about the real reason Blaine Anderson won't do nudity," she teased. "And I'll be right here if you need me." At that moment, Isabelle's phone rang. "Thank you, Mandy. Let Chandler know that he's here. And cancel my appointments for the afternoon. I had an emergency arise," she said into the receiver. After a few other little comments, she hung up the phone. "Let's go find you something in my vault to knock his barely-there socks off."
Author's Note: I know you guys have been waiting forever, but their meeting will be in the next chapter. And I have decided that there will be an epilogue after that. I hope to hear from you soon.