He pressed the button to to the elevator and got inside, resting his hands in his pocket. He'd left Blaine back at his apartment ,as he did every time he brought the boy over for a bit of fun.
As he waited, the feeling of vibration shot through his hand. He grabbed his phone from his pocket which his hand was already in, and noticed a message from santanna.
Where are you??
He chuckled, so early in the morning. And he already has to deal with his psycho secretary.
Just got here, he typed back.
The elevator dinged, and he stepped out. One hand on his phone as he finished his response shoving the phone back into his pocket.
He grinned as he felt his phone vibrate.
Then again.
And again.
He walked on into the lobby and through the familiar gray polished floors. Breathing in the air of the place he could call his home. Well a seconds home, he was quite fond of his apartment more now that on some level ,Blaine was part of it.
As he walked ,the woman at the information desk stood, greeting him.
"Good morning, Mr. Hummel" she smiled.
He nodded, fixing his collar as he gave her a look.
She smiled again looking shown at her desk. "Ms. Lopez is waiting in your office sir".
"thank you". He says.
He turned, walking down the hall heading straight to his office and opening the door.
"Where have you been white boy!" Santana yelled.
He ignored her, walking straight to his desk and checking the mail on it.
"I need to know what you thought about the proposition that Mr.Kawabata gave?" she exclaimed slamming her hand on his desk in an a temp to get his attention. But failing miserably as he just continued to shuffle through his mail.
"I gave you a response." He reminded her.
"Telling him to shove his ponderous egotistic, bohemian aspired concepts up his ass, is not a response Kurt. Nice burn by the way. I think i'm finally rubbing off on you." She Stands, turning and pacing as she massaged the sides of her head, muttering something in spanish that he couldn't quite catch.
"Kurt this is important, partnering with someone from japan as big as him will only increase both of your international success. Come on Kurt,do it for the company." She was getting desperate, they've been working on this for months. Now that his line was on of the most popular in in the US ,taking it internationally was only the next step.
But kurt couldn't do it, not with a man like Mr.Kawabata. When the first thing he does is criticize every detail in his designs. Wanting Kurt to listen to his ideas and use only his. Kurt can take some criticism,he's only in the fashion industry.
He couldn't count how many times, people have told his ideas were not good enough. But Kurt Hummel want raised better than to be backed down from people like him, that are too scared to accept that new, better talent is coming.
So really, in the end ,all he could do was build one of the biggest lines in the Fashion industry. So if that man thinks he can just walk into his building and act like he's the boss, and still want to partner up and use him to build his success. Well he's Kurt fucking Hummel, so thats a no from him.
"There'll be others." Kurt says casually.
She sighs, "I don't mean to be a bitch, well actually I do. But Ms. Moreau hasn't responded in over a month Kurt. You need this deal." She persisted.
"Mhm?" He acted as if he didn't care. He paused for a minute taking one of the envelopes in his hand and handing it to her casually.
"What is it?"She asked looking down and taking is from his hands to get a better look. He watched as she scanned the envelope, eyes going wide. She rips it open taking out the letter inside.
She she began to read outloud."Mr. Hummel I would like to apologize for the delay in my response to your offer of a seasonal partnership. But after greatly reviewing your work, I am glad to inform you, that it would be an honor to work with you and your company. I know we will create and design true masterpieces this coming season, till we meet again...Fuuuuk huuummel!" the letter wrinkles in her hand. "You." She points at him. "Are a goddamn motherfucken guineas." She shakes her head,'unbelievable' she mutters, her ponytail swinging behind her , "How did you know?"she asks in disbelief.
"I didn't." He says.
"How did you know she would take the deal, because god fucking knows she wasn't acting all honored when she was here."
He knows Mrs. Moreau is a cautious women, doesn't let her guard down easily. So he knew he'd have to wait if she were to decide to work with him. She doesn't choose a project based on pier benefit. But on the interest she has on the project itself. He liked that about her, reminded him of himself. And plus she actually listened to what kurt had to say.
"I didn't do anything,I told you."
She crossed her arms, eyebrows raised as she stared at him.
"Bullshit you got that stupid grin on your face."
"I knew she would change her mind." He smirks at her ,rolling a pen in his hand with the tip of his fingers.
He sat the pen down, standing up and fixing his suit. Walking around his desk as Santana continued to shout profanities and speaking of future plans to arrange with his new business partner.
He heads towards the door."You know Santana I think you might forget I'm your boss sometimes, better start watching that mouth of yours." he opens the door.
"Please you love me, I keep it real, and I'm hilarious." she exclaims following him out the door for an early scheduled meeting about the colors in the new designs.
Santana shuts the door behind her as they walk in. He makes his way over to his desk flopping down on his chair.
Santana swallows the last piece of her sandwich as they had ordered lunch during the meeting, as it had run late. Something that was expected as they were getting close to the end of a season.
"Okay, you have another meeting at 3 for the details in the dresses", Santana speaks. "And don't forget about the party Saturday,bring a date."
"i'm not bringing anyone, mark me as one",Kurt answers looking at a design on a paper he sketched.
"You have to", Santana exclaims, while shuffling through her papers." It will make you look good."
"I don't have anyone to take, plus they're such a hassle."
"Okay...What about Sebastian, he seems to like you" Santana suggests.
"I hate sebastian."
"why, he's hot."
Kurt turned to look at her raising an eyebrow, as he looked at her over his glasses.
Santana rolled her eyes,"whatever,just bring.a.date", she leaves with that. Having different matters to attend to, closing the door being her.
He always dreaded these business party's full of models ,sponsors and fashion designers everyone sucking up to everyone. Why they still had them puzzled him.
He sighed ,a date huh?
He shuffled through his pocket, taking out his cell phone and going through his contacts. Most of these boys he hadn't talked to in months. He stopped when he got to Mark's contact.
Just now realizing he didn't have Blaine's contact info.
Blaine huh?
He wonder how Blaine would look in a suit.
Blaine with his perfectly toned body, curls that even then gave him the desire to run his fingers through them.
He new he was growing this ownership of the boy and those teary eyes and the sound of his please did nothing to help the matter. But thinking about him made him realize something.
He needed to make that sweet boy his.