"How do you define success?
Success is doing what you love and loving people while you do it."
Hamilton, the Broadway play
June
Blaine and Wes are at the Bin No. 220 Wine Bar after work on Friday night. The crowd has dwindled now that happy hour is over, and the bar's comfortable and quiet, which allows them to catch up with each other.
"Thanks for appointing me to Vogue's Fashion's Night Out committee. Even as an advisor, I can tell you that Isabelle Wright is the perfect person to chair the committee."
"I think Isabelle's probably the best management hire I've made. She certainly proved herself when she brought Kurt to me as the fresh face for May's issue. I appointed her chairperson for Fashion's Night Out to see how she copes with it. I think Isabelle might be destined for more than running the website."
"Fashion's Night Out has been very successful over the past five years. It's hard to believe that it's now a week-long event in over a dozen cities around the world. But we've decided it's going to be a little bit different this year. Isabelle definitely has fresh ideas."
"Oh, really?" Blaine asks as he scoops up some hummus with a pita bread wedge and pops it into his mouth.
"Isabelle thinks the week should have a theme, and we have tentatively agreed on diva. It's pretty open-ended, so the fashion houses have a lot freedom in what they choose to sell. On Monday, Isabelle is going to see you and pitch the idea of having a diva-inspired theme in Vogue's September issue.
"That's an incredible idea, Wes. People who can't go to Fashion's Night Out will still experience the diva theme. This sort of tie-in would have companies knocking on Vogue's door to get expensive ad space for the September issue."
"It gets even better. The event started as a means of promoting fashion and getting people to buy stuff during the economic recession. Five years later, people are now buying again and the designers make a lot of money during the week. So we've decided that the event should also raise money for charity and the designers will need to donate a small portion of the sales."
"Fantastic! I could kiss Isabelle right now! Maybe I should talk to the board about Vogue donating a percentage of the September issue sales to charity as well."
"In order to promote this new charity angle, we've decided to hold a diva-off on the catwalk during the Fashion's Night Out. We're going to simultaneously broadcast it live at every Fashion's Night Out around the world. We're asking the top female supermodels to donate their time for the event. God knows, there are plenty of divas to choose from. I should know, I represent quite a few."
"Why just women, Wes? Men can be divas too."
"I'm glad you said that. Because we do want a male model for the diva-off, and only one. And that model is you."
"What! Are you crazy, Wes!?"
"Think about it, Blaine. By having you on the catwalk as a diva, it's going to attract a lot of publicity. And that publicity is going to raise money for charity and have Vogue trending big time."
Blaine takes his time, finishing off his glass of chardonnay. He feels as if Wes has set him up so that he has no choice but to agree. Of course he wants to raise money for charity and have Vogue trending. How could he not? He's never modeled before, but the committee is giving him plenty of time to get into shape and learn some moves for the catwalk.
"Okay, Wes. I'll do it. But on one condition."
"You're already sounding like a diva with those conditions of yours. So, what is it that you want?"
"I want 25% of the funds raised going to LGBT charities. I'm not talking about the big non-profits that already pull in large donations. It's the small ones that I want to help. Those charities that struggle to make ends meet but positively impact people in their local communities. That ranges from organizations helping troubled teens to those providing home care services to the elderly that can't find a nursing home that allows same-sex couples."
"I think the committee can work with that."
Wes takes a look around the bar, with a huge grin on his face. Blaine knows that smug look on Wes' face is because he has agreed to be in the diva-off.
"Don't look now, but there's a guy at 11 o'clock and he's been checking you out since we arrived," Wes points out.
Blaine can't help but glance over at the guy. He looks like he's in his early thirties, and judging from his suit, he's a successful businessman. He's good-looking, with sandy blond hair and soft brown eyes. Blaine knows he's been caught staring when the guy tips his wine glass at him. He blushes and quickly turns back to Wes.
"Wow, Blaine. You must have given him some look, because he's slowly making his way over. I'll just leave and get out of your way."
Blaine tugs at Wes' arm and whispers, "Don't you dare. I don't want to hook up with him!"
"Do you mind if I join you? I'm all alone tonight," the gentleman asks when he nears the table.
"Actually, I do mind. I'm catching up with my friend here and it's going to take all night." Blaine gives him a polite smile and returns his attention to Wes.
"Maybe another time," the stranger replies as he drops his card on the table, before leaving the wine bar.
When Blaine rips up the card, Wes shakes his head. "Blaine, why did you do that? You need to make yourself more available, open to new people, if you want that epic romance that you're always going on about."
"I'm not interested in him."
"Because of Kurt?"
"Ww…What!? Why would you mention Kurt?"
"Maybe because I saw how you looked at him when I stopped by the Hamilton photo shoot. Maybe because I saw Kurt on his birthday, and he was gushing about flowers and spa treatments and a special dinner with you. But you want to know what really tipped me off, Blaine?"
Blaine slowly nods, fidgeting with the pieces of the torn-up card.
"You serenaded Kurt on his first day of work! Just remember - I was there during your infamous 'Gap Attack' when we were still at Dalton."
Blaine flushes beet-red when he thinks of the 'Gap Attack'. Was that really what it looked like on the first day of the photo shoot last February? Blaine doesn't want to get into a discussion about his insecurities where Kurt is concerned. He slowly exhales and replies, "It's complicated."
"You bet your damn ass it's complicated. Kurt's a model under an exclusive contract for Vogue, the media empire that you run. You know how the rumor mill works in this city. He's using you for an extended contract, you're abusing your position of power, and everything else in between."
"I hadn't thought about that. Kurt's my friend."
"Blaine, for such a smart guy, you can be a real idiot at times. Sure, keep Kurt as your friend, but just your friend until the Vogue contract is renegotiated in September. After then, you can make all the grand romantic gestures your little heart desires."
"I guess that makes sense. But what happens if Kurt finds another guy before September? I mean, look at him. He's so gorgeous and smart and sexy and…."
"Stop there!" Wes interrupts. "If it's meant to be, it doesn't matter whether it's now or in September. You need to do what's right for Kurt."
Blaine signals the server for the bill and once it's paid, they walk out of the wine bar into the warm June night. As they say their goodbyes, Wes adds, "Think about what I said… about Kurt. You know it's the right thing to do. And before you know it, September will be here."
Blaine slips in the back of the Mercedes-Benz, and he thinks about Wes' parting words. Wes is right, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. He has to think of Kurt first, and the best thing for Kurt would be to wait until his modeling contract is renewed. He just hopes that Kurt will still be single when September comes around.
Do you represent Blaine Anderson as well, Hayley?"
"No, I don't. Blaine's PR is handled by a senior partner in the agency. We've agreed that it's best to have Chinese walls between your accounts, so that's why I'm representing you."
"What are Chinese walls?"
"In business, it's an ethical barrier between accounts where there might be a conflict of interest. Basically, it means that different staff work with clients who are in the same industry. I don't find out what's going on with Blaine from his rep and visa versa. That allows me to focus on what's good for you, not for Vogue."
Kurt stares at Hayley as he thinks about what she just said. It's along the same lines as what Wes has already told him. He needs to take care of himself and not just Vogue. Hayley is professionally dressed, but she looks pretty young. Maybe he should find out more about her.
"Who else do you personally represent, Hayley?"
"I've assisted senior staff with a range of high-profile people in the fashion industry, but you're my first account acting as the lead. I might be 25 years old, but I know what I'm doing. I think having a younger agent will work to your advantage. My preliminary research has indicated that your fan base is quite young. And if you play it right, they're going to be with you until you reach a ripe old age, and I'll be with you every step of the way."
Kurt's impressed with her answer. Hayley has been honest with him about her experience and he appreciates that. She feels like someone he can work with.
"So how does this work? What do we do?"
"First, I'm going to give you some homework. Delve into your background and see if there's anything you don't want people to know about. Next, you're to write down six adjectives that describe your best traits and then six that describe your worst. Then I want you to describe how you envision your life to be like in five year's time. Once I've taken a look at that, I'm going to shadow you for a few days. Find out what Kurt Hummel's like, both at work and at home. Then we'll come up with a plan, together."
"You're not going to tell me who I can hang out with in my private time, are you? I should let you know up front that Blaine Anderson and I are friends."
Hayley takes a sip of water, collecting her thoughts. "No, I'm not going to tell you who your friends should be, Kurt. However, I will tell you what the potential media impact will be as a result of your friends and your behavior. So for example, by all means, keep your friendship with Mr. Anderson. But it's a different thing altogether if you're caught on camera making out in some nightclub's dark and dingy back corner. It's just something to think about when you're out and about."
"I get it. Hanging out with friends is okay. Having a boyfriend… Not okay."
"Of course you can have a boyfriend, Kurt! I want you to be happy and have everything you deserve. Teenage fans will eat up the romance of it all. But public sordid affairs with lots of guys? That's going to send another message altogether. The media can spin the story however they want – Mr. Anderson's abusing his position of power, or you're using him to further your career."
"That's not true!"
"I'm sure it's not, Kurt. I've heard Mr. Anderson's a wonderful person and I'm sure that you're friends because you're wonderful too. You just need to think about what message you might be sending out through your public behavior."
Kurt nods his head in agreement. Life has just gotten a bit more complicated. God knows he wants Blaine, so badly, but he doesn't want to come across as a slut using Blaine to further his career. He would never want that.
Kurt's thoughts are interrupted as Hayley starts to speak. "Now, about the Tony Awards Ceremony, here are some situations you might find yourself in…."
Kurt's at the Vogue offices whilst Unique and Liam are putting the finishing touches to his hair and outfit for the Tony Awards Ceremony. Blaine has insisted on Kurt getting help dressing for the big night. He knows that Blaine invited him to attend because it's great publicity for Vogue. However, Kurt can't help wishing Blaine had invited him, well, for him.
He takes a look at himself in the full-length mirror and is pleased with the results. Instead of a vintage suit from Vogue's vaults, Kurt's wearing a black Dsquared2 jacquard camouflage blazer with a simple white shirt and black tie. It's trendy and edgy and certain to create a buzz in the fashion industry. Kurt takes the butterfly brooch out of his duffle bag and carefully pins it onto his lapel jacket.
"Are you sure you want to wear that brooch, Kurt? Mr. Anderson personally selected these three choices." Liam nervously holds a tray with brooches out to Kurt for his inspection.
"I don't care what Mr. Anderson wants. It's me going to the Tony's and I'm wearing this one."
"What's going on?" Blaine asks as he walks into the room. Kurt stares at Blaine, taking in his outfit. Blaine's wearing a classic Brooks Brother tuxedo jacket, and under it a white shirt with onyx and silver studs along the shirt's front and cuffs. But what gets Kurt gawping is Blaine's gelled back hair and the bow tie. He looks like Montgomery Clift, before his accident.
"The brooch… You're wearing the brooch," Blaine whispers.
"I… I did show him the other… other brooches you selected, Mr. Anderson," Liam stutters.
"No, this brooch is perfect."
"The bow tie, the gelled hair. They're perfect as well," Kurt sputters.
"Umm… I wanted a more polished look for the Tony's tonight."
"Honey, just remember that the polished look is for special occasions. Your hair belongs to me anytime else," Unique declares, after a careful inspection.
"Of course, Unique. So Liam, do you have the Marc Jacobs outfit from the photo shoot?"
"Yes, sir. I'm going to be on hand at the after-party to help Kurt change."
"Humph. Me too, 'cause Kurt's hair belongs to me. Just remember, boys, your hair is mine," Unique interjects.
Blaine laughs at Unique's half-joking, half-serious statement. He wouldn't dream of doing anything with his hair without her written permission.
"Since you two are going to be at the after-party, why don't you join in the celebration? I'd love for you to be there."
"I was hoping you'd ask, because I've already got an outfit with me that is going to knock your bright star out of the limelight. Now get out of here!" Unique huffs.
"You handled yourself brilliantly on the red carpet. I'm so proud to be with you," Blaine whispers as they move into the foyer of the Beacon Theatre to attend the Tony Awards Ceremony.
"Thanks, Blaine. You know, I think it was a good idea for me to get a PR agent. I really lucked out with Hayley. She's good at her job. She prepped me on questions I might get asked and that helped so much. Although I didn't know what to say when they asked about Sam."
"You did the right thing by letting me do the talking about Sam. I'll take care of any questions about Sam and myself from now on."
"Thanks for mentioning that I'm also a musical theater actor. But that felt a little weird when we were surrounded by such famous actors."
"Nonsense, Kurt. Remember, I've seen you on the set and I've heard you sing. You deserve all the praise for your talents. Now I'm going to get us drinks. Try to avoid Anna Wintour if you can. She really does bite."
"Fine, but I just want a club soda with a twist of lemon. I'm working at the after-party, so need to keep on top of my game."
When Blaine disappears to the bar, Kurt looks around and practically squeals out loud when he sees Jonathan Groff. Rachel is going to be so jealous. She has such a major crush on him. Before he can walk over and take a closer look at Jonathan, a tall man swaggers in Kurt's direction.
"You look delicious tonight, killer. Good enough to bite… all over. Not the usual look Vogue confines you to."
"Sorry, do I know you? I'm Kurt Hummel."
"Oh, I know who you are," the man simpers. He holds out his hand for Kurt to shake. "Smythe – Sebastian Smythe – from Elle magazine."
"Pleased to meet you, I think?"
"If you want to show me how pleased you are to meet me, blow off the party after the ceremony and come with me. I promise you won't be disappointed."
"Sorry, but I'm working at Vogue's after-party. Maybe another time." Kurt's feeling uncomfortable with the whole conversation and looks around for Blaine.
"I'll hold you to that," Sebastian replies, smirking. Kurt stares at Sebastian as he leaves for the main theater. Is this guy for real? Could there possibly be someone worse than Chandler for pick-up lines?
Sebastian glances over his shoulder before entering the main theatre, and sees Kurt staring at him. Yep, got his attention all right!
He sits down in his seat and fires off a series of texts. Operation Gay Face is a go.
"… and the winner for best musical is…. Hamilton!" When Lin-Manuel Miranda goes up to the stage to accept the coveted statue, Kurt is already on his feet, clapping so hard that his hands hurt. Being at the ceremony, seeing so many distinguished actors he admires – it's like a dream come true. James Corden is the perfect host for the ceremony and the clip of his carpool karaoke with Lin-Manuel is brilliant. Who knew that James could make up rap lyrics on the fly?
Kurt wishes he could mingle with the crowd, but he has work to do. He rushes to the exit, where Bentley is waiting to take him to the Carlyle Hotel.
Kurt quickly changes in the restrooms, with Liam and Unique's assistance. When they deem him ready, he shyly enters the ballroom of the Carlyle Hotel. The room is filled with the who's who in the fashion and Broadway industries, and he feels out of place in his 18th century outfit. His eyes soon find Blaine on the temporary stage, speaking into the microphone.
"We've got a special treat for you tonight. The Hamilton cast has agreed to sing their opening number. Let's all give a big round of applause to Lin-Manuel Miranda and the cast for sweeping up most of the awards tonight."
When the cast start singing 'Hamilton', Kurt leans against the back wall and takes deep breaths. Blaine is nowhere in sight and he's so nervous. Before he can get himself totally worked up, he hears Marc Jacobs shouting to him over the crowd.
"Kurt, darling. Come join us."
He looks up and sees Marc Jacobs in the center of the ballroom, looking like royalty, with a flock of followers all around him. Marc Jacobs is also wearing a jacket from his Hamilton-inspired line, and it makes Kurt feel better, like he really belongs here. He takes a deep breath and decides he's going to own it, to be the model that everyone's expecting. So he smiles and confidently walks to join the group.
After air kisses have been exchanged, Marc Jacobs introduces him. "This is Kurt Hummel, Vogue's newest revelation, and the face for my Hamilton line."
With his new-found confidence, Kurt does a slow twirl, showing off the outfit. "It's an honor to work with Vogue and Marc Jacobs. It's even more special to wear an outfit like this on a night when Hamilton is the toast of the Tony's."
Bloomingdales' head buyer comes over and starts chatting with Marc Jacobs, and they drift away to a quiet place for business discussions. Kurt is left behind with Marc Jacob's followers… mainly the male followers.
"You're even more stunning in real life."
"Ooh la la! I love what they've done with your hair. The tousled look suits you. I bet all the boys want to run their fingers through it."
"Can I get you a drink? Something to eat?"
"Are you with somebody tonight?"
Kurt smiles shyly, basking in all the attention he's receiving. The flirty attention from attractive young men, who are going out of their way to make sure they catch Kurt's eye. Kurt flirts back with witty comments and coy smiles. Kurt has never been in this situation before and it makes him feel good, and he wishes that his former bullies could see him right now.
The evening continues with a crowd around Kurt – as soon as one admirer leaves, another hopeful takes his place. At times, Marc Jacobs beckons him over to introduce him to an important buyer, but most times he's left to fend for himself. Kurt can't help but look for Blaine throughout the party. Once, he sees Blaine being interviewed for E! Online live. Then, another time, he sees Blaine talking to Kent Gash, the director of NYU Tisch School of the Arts. The last time Kurt chances a look around, he spots Blaine quietly talking to Sam. When Sam puts his arm around Blaine's shoulders, Kurt quickly looks away. Hayley is right in pointing out that his behavior in public has consequences. The last thing Kurt wants to be seen as is a man-stealing slut, so he leaves Blaine be.
When the party winds down and the hotel staff are collecting the wine glasses and stacking chairs in the corner, Blaine finds Kurt eyeing the dessert buffet. "Go ahead, have a mini cheesecake. You deserve a treat. You were marvelous tonight."
"Thank you, kind sir. It's all part of the service. MJ looked pleased when he left."
"Of course MJ did. He now has more orders than he knows how to fill. Enough about work now. Did you have fun tonight?"
Kurt smiles and nods. "Yes, I did. I met so many theater people whose work I admire, and a whole lot of others who are really interesting."
"I know what you mean. I had an interesting chat with Kent Gash from NYU. I told him about your acting and singing skills and he really wants to meet you."
"You did what?! You spoke to Kent Gash about me? You had no right to do that! No right to mention me without us discussing it first!"
Blaine's smile falters. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean any harm. It just spilt out of my mouth when we were discussing new talent. I mean, come on, you're an amazing singer."
Kurt counts to ten in his head to cool himself down, before he says something he regrets. Kent Gash must think he's such an opportunist, having Blaine speak on his behalf. And doesn't Vogue want him to renew his contract in September? It's the wee hours of the morning and Kurt can't think straight.
"Look, Blaine. I appreciate what you were trying to do, but maybe I don't want your help. Is it okay if I leave? I'm really exhausted. It's been a long night."
"Of course you can, Kurt. Thanks for everything you did tonight to make the after-party a success. And I really didn't mean to overstep any boundaries when I spoke to Kent Gash. Forgive me, please?"
Kurt steps forward and gives Blaine a quick hug. "I'm tired and probably overreacting. I'll talk to you soon."
"Okay, but I insist that Bentley takes you home. I'm going to be here for a while longer, so he'll have plenty of time. I want to make sure you get home safely."
Kurt nods in agreement, because he doesn't know if he has the energy to find a cab this late at night.
"You did what?!" Rachel shrieks, dropping her spoon into her bowl of breakfast cereal. "You yelled at Blaine for talking to Kent Gash about you?"
"I don't want Blaine to feel that he has to put in a good word for me."
"If it was me, I would have marched right over as soon as I saw Anderson talking to Kent Gash. These are the sort of introductions that you need."
"I'm not you, Rach! Besides, I was working at the party. I don't want to hear another word about this. You've made your views perfectly clear."
Rachel huffs as she resumes eating her cereal, muttering under her breath, "And you didn't even ask Jonathan Groff the autograph the photo I gave you."
There's a knock on the door, and Kurt jumps up to answer it. He doesn't know who it is, but it's got to be better than staring at Rachel's sour face.
"Delivery for Mr. Hummel."
Kurt opens the door and sees a bouquet of a dozen long-stemmed red roses. The corner of an envelope is peeking out of the packaging. He takes the bouquet from the delivery man. "Thanks, can you give me a minute? I have something for you."
Kurt plops the flowers onto the kitchen countertop and opens the envelope while walking to his bedroom to fetch his wallet for the tip. Dinner at my place tonight at 8? I promise more will be cooking than in the kitchen. - Sebastian Smythe.
After getting a fiver out of his wallet, Kurt returns to the kitchen and quickly scribbles No thank you on the card. He stuffs it back into the envelope and takes it to the door with the flowers.
"Return the flowers or give them to your partner, I don't care. But please make sure that the sender gets this card."
Kurt settles into an armchair at the Little Skips Coffee Shop and takes a sip of his grande non-fat mocha. He pulls the June issue of Vogue he's just purchased from the nearby Dekalb Newsstand out of his messenger bag. He immediately flips it over to see himself in the Marc Jacobs back cover ad. He looks different than he did in the May issue – more in control and confident. So many things have changed in his life since that first photo shoot, and he does feel more in control and confident. He decides to read the issue from cover to cover and reads slowly when he gets to Blaine's editorial.
Last month, Kurt Hummel graced the cover of Vogue, and I hinted that there was more to him than meets the eye. It was Kurt's idea to create a Broadway-inspired issue and I hope we did it justice. Kurt has written a behind-the-scenes article about the process of designing and creating the costumes for Hamilton. Be sure to check it out on Vogue website!
Kurt is truly amazed that Blaine has given him credit for the Broadway-inspired issue. There are very few leaders in the fashion industry that would do this for a newcomer. He whips out his tablet and opens Vogue's website. He immediately sees the lead photo for his article and taps to see the linking page. Kurt cannot believe how professional-looking his article is, with photos interspersed with his words. He immediately sends the web page link to his dad, knowing that he'll be proud to see Kurt's writing on-line.
Although it's a Monday morning, Blaine's not expected in the office until lunchtime. He only got home at 4am from the Tony's after-party. He throws on a T-shirt over his boxer shorts and sees Sam sitting at the kitchen's breakfast bar, absorbed in something on his phone.
"Morning, Sam. What's up?"
"Dude, you look like shit."
"Thanks a lot! I didn't get much sleep because I kept thinking of Kurt and all those guys buzzing around him last night like a swarm of bees looking for honey. I've got no chance in hell."
"We've already talked about it at the party last night. He did look great, and tons of guys were hitting on him, yeah. But remember, he went home alone."
"But Kurt only went home after he got snippy at me. Ugh. Let's just drop it."
"Okay, dude. But you know I'm right." Sam returns to his phone and smiles broadly.
"Did you know that KrianFeels posted a new chapter last night when we were at the party? You're not gonna want to miss reading this one. After their kiss – by the way, do dudes' tongues really battle for dominance? - Brian says, 'We should practice.' And then Kevin replies, "I thought we were." Then stuff goes down, like smutty, smutty stuff. Kevin is such a horn-dog! Did you ever fuck someone over the table in your school's library?"
Blaine chuckles while pouring his coffee. "No, I can't say I ever did. Sure, Dalton was full of horny teenage boys, but we were gentlemen first and wouldn't do that sort of thing at school. Well, maybe Sebastian Smythe would. There were rumors about what he got up to in every dark corner on campus."
"Maybe KrianFeels is Sebastian, 'cause it definitely sounds like he knows what he's writing about."
"Maybe he is. Sebastian always did like to brag about his conquests afterwards."
Sam continues to look at his phone, fingers quickly swiping this way and that. "So dude, you've been holding out on me!"
"What!? I never did it with Sebastian!"
"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about how you are going to be a model in the diva-off during Fashion's Night Out. It's all over Twitter."
"Oh, yeah. Wes talked me into that. Now I'm trying to figure a way out of it."
"Why, Blaine? It's totally awesome. You'll be the biggest diva of them all!"
"I know I can be a diva. I just don't know if I can look like a diva. I don't want to make a fool of myself."
"Are you kidding? You'll kill it!"
"I'll be the laughing stock in town when everyone sees me strutting my stuff along the catwalk."
"Dude, after you've completed my top secret body-building regime, everyone will be drooling watching you strut your stuff. Especially Kurt."
"You think so?"
"I know so. Come on, man. Say you'll do it and I'll help you. I'll be like your own personal trainer."
Blaine knows he can't resist that look in Sam's eyes, the one where he's excited about them doing something together.
"Okay, but Sam, you've got to promise not to ditch me, no matter how badly I'm doing."
"Awesome! And I'd never ditch you, bro. Ever."
Author's notes
Thank you to Lilyandersteen, the most fabulous beta ever, although all mistakes are mine. Come visit me a Tumblr (HKVoyage) for the story artwork and my thoughts when writing this chapter.
I'm also an avid reader of Klaine fic. A few of us who consistently leave reviews have set up a community called Klaine Fiction: Reviewer's Choice. You can easily access it from my author page under the 'Communities' tab. You can follow this community and you'll receive a notification each time a new fic is added. How cool is that! We have set up something similar in A03 as a 'collection' and you can access is from my 'HKVoyage' author page. Lastly, I have some fic rec lists by trope on my HKVoyage Tumblr page. If I get enough likes/reblogs, I'll expand the tropes.
I'm traveling next Saturday so I'll post the next update one day early.
Next up: Blaine starts training for the diva-off and Vogue has a staff party.
