A/N- After an absolutely wonderful review, here is the next chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or any of the music that I may choose to feature in this.
Kurt was walking to work when he realized just how perfect his life is. I work at Vogue, live in New York City in a penthouse, and I am going to get married to the love of my life. Kurt couldn't help but smile, and get weird looks, the entire way to work.
Kurt walked through the front doors of Vogue on Monday, two days after he got engaged, and nearly shattered his eardrums when he showed his ring off to the women in the office.
"Did he write a romantic speech?"
"Where did he ask you?"
"I'm so happy for you and Blaine!"
"Congratulations!"
Kurt calmed the women down and recapped the most perfect moment in his life so far. He sat them all down in one of the empty meeting rooms and began. They all ooh'd and aww'd at the moments when Kurt thought they would and thought he would get tackled by the women when he finished his story.
"So," Carrie said with a smirk on her face, "Did you reward him in any way?"
"Carrie," Kurt responded, "My sex life is none of your business."
All Carrie could do was giggle with the other girls as Kurt got up from where he was sitting and went to his office at the end of the hallway.
About halfway to his office, he was crashed into by what looked like an intern holding some twenty or so sketches. The two collided and the intern brought the Editor-In-Chief down to the floor with a thud.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. It's my first week here." The intern not looking up as she quickly snatched up the sketches that were scattered throughout the hallway. When the girl looked up, her eyes went as wide as Kurt thought they could go. "I-I-I" the girl started stuttering because she just ran into the youngest Editor-In-Chief ever of Vogue, one of the most influential people in fashion right now.
"Oh, it's really no problem. I remember what it was like during my first week of being an intern. Boy, was it hectic. I remember this one time I was sent out to get coffee and nearly spilled all 12 cups of coffee trying to rush into the elevator."
The girl chuckled lightly. "M-my name is Cosette."
"Well, Cosette, welcome to Vogue. Try not to run into anymore people." Kurt said with a wink.
As Kurt was helping pick up the sketches, he noticed that none of them had any names on them. Sketches from the art department always had the artists name on them.
"Are these yours?" Kurt asked, very curious.
"Ye-yes." Cosette replied quickly. "I was just bringing these back to my bag in the front."
"Would you protest to me having a better look at them?"
When those words came out of Kurt's mouth, the girl was frozen with shock and looking at Kurt with her mouth agape.
"Of cou-course." Cosette replied after a minute or two of silence.
"Follow me, I would rather look at these at my desk instead of on the floor." Kurt said with a smile.
The two walked down the hallway after they picked up the rest of the drawings and went into Kurt's office. They walked past dozens of offices filled with bustling people, a couple acknowledging the editor-in-chief and Cosette receiving a couple confused glances, trying to get their work done as quickly as possible as the deadline for the October issue was tomorrow morning. Cosette had never been near Kurt's office before, let alone in it. As Kurt gracefully opened the door and stepped in, Cosette lingered near the doorway taking in the surroundings.
The office was spectacular. It had an amazing view, thanks to the floor to ceiling-wall to wall- window, of the bustling streets below. The other walls were occupied with possible front covers upon a corkboard, pictures of Kurt's family, pictures of Kurt with celebrities, and many pictures of himself and Blaine. Three black shelves were placed on the left wall from the door and had many books placed upon them. There was a faux fur black carpet underneath a mahogany desk and a black office chair with wooden armrests. On the desk, in a gold picture frame, a picture of Kurt and Blaine kissing at midnight on New Years of 2013. Another frame was filled with a picture of Kurt and his father hugging tightly. In front of the desk were two black chairs with wooden armrests as well.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" Kurt teased as he sat down in his chair.
Cosette was going to say something but decided not to before she moved across the spacious office. She placed the sketches on the desk and sat down in one of the two chairs in front of Kurt.
"I don't bite," Kurt said, " I promise. I remember exactly what it was like in my first week here."
A small smile creeped onto her lips and looked at the Editor-In-Chief hopefully.
While Kurt was looking at her drawings, Cosette took in the beauty of the room once more. She hoped to have an office somewhere along the lines of this one-day.
"These are really good." Kurt spoke. Cosette exhaled. She hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath. "Have you considered applying into to art department here?"
"N-no. Not yet anyways." Cosette responded shakily. "You really think they're good?"
"Yes. In fact, I was wondering if I could use this one. It reminds me of my boyfrie-fiancé" Kurt said correcting himself.
"O-of course. Of course you can." Cosette stammered. "I would be honored if you did. Congratulations to you as well."
"Thanks. You should consider the art department though. If you do apply, I'll put in a good word for you. I should get to work now. I need to go over the 4-page spread on Lady Gaga." Kurt said.
"I will, thank you. I'll get out of your hair now. I think someone needs coffee." Cosette said.
"Someone always does." Kurt laughed.
Just as Cosette left Kurt's office, his cellphone rang. Kurt let it ring twice, to make it seem like he was seemingly busy, before picking it up.
"Hello?" Kurt asked.
"Hey kiddo!" Burt answered. Kurt's father called at least once a week and it was usually on Monday's.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that. I'm twenty-one now. I'm not a child." Kurt teased lightly.
"Well you're my child. How's your day?"
"Pretty good actually. I think I just made an interns week."
"What? How?"
"Well she was bustling out of one of the meeting rooms and ran into me. She was carrying a bunch of sketches and I got a glimpse of some of them. I asked her if I could take a better look at them. Of course, she said yes. So she followed me to my office and they were actually really good. I told her she should apply for the art department here. I'm going to put in a good word for her."
"You really are a dream-maker. Good for you kiddo. "
"Thanks, how's it going at the shop?"
"Great. A bunch of cars just came in due to a water pipe leak. Not good for the town, but good for business." Burt laughed.
Kurt talked for another 10 minutes with his father before his receptionist, Tina, interrupted.
"Meryl Streep. Line 2." Tina insisted.
"Sorry, dad. I need to take another call. Talk to you soon! Love you! Bye!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Sure thing kiddo. Love you too. Bye!" Burt responded.
Kurt pressed the end call button and placed his cell on his desk. He reached over to his desk phone when he noticed that there was no light blinking for line 2.
"Tinaaaaaa!" Kurt called.
"Yesss?" Tina chimed as she walked through the doorway.
"There is no one on line 2. Why did you interrupt my call with my dad?"
"Well someone wanted to see you and I know you can't refuse Meryl Streep." Tina stepped aside with a smile and walking down the hallway was Blaine. Blaine carrying a dozen red roses.
"BLAINE!" Kurt cheered as he ran down the hallway to hug him. "What are you doing here?"
"Am I not allowed to see my fiancé at work?" Blaine answered loudly with a huge smile plastered across his face. Kurt planted a huge kiss upon Blaine, causing Blaine to stumble back a bit.
"I missed you!" Kurt said truthfully.
"I saw you an hour and a half ago!" Blaine said with a huge smile.
"You're the one who came to see me!" Kurt teased playfully.
The two stared into each other's eyes for a solid two minutes. I can't believe I'm going to marry this man. Both Blaine and Kurt thought.
Tina loudly cleared her throat, breaking them from their own little world. Kurt looked to around and realized that the commotion of himself running down the hallway and practically screaming had caused most of the offices to cease their work and watch the two embrace.
"Do you need me to put those in a vase for you Kurt?" Tina asked with a smirk creeping up her face.
"That would be great Tina, thank you." Kurt handed the beautiful flowers to his receptionist. He grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him softly towards his office. Blaine didn't restrain in the slightest.
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