A/N: I do all research on Google, so if you see something wrong and it bugs you just let me know. I've never been to NYC or really know much about fashion, but I'm not going to just make things up. Thanks for reading! All reviews, follows, and favorites are much appreciated.

Chapter Two

"Kurt I really need you to get that portfolio finished, the messenger will be here in the next hour." Kurt looked up to his boss.

"Yes, I am almost finished, just trying to decide if I should leave the scarf or not. Do you think it'll add to the appearance, it's not really seasonal, but when aren't scarves?" He held up the drawing he was talking about, which showed a man in a full suit, the subtle outline of a loose scarf draped around his neck.

Isabelle motioned to the drawing, "Let me see, please."

Kurt handed it over, sometimes he hated not being able to decide on designs, he'd been doing this for a while, but he still felt like he needed Isabelle's approval. He hoped it was just because he looked up to her, and not because he wasn't good enough.

"Kurt it looks perfect either way, honestly, you don't need my approval for your designs, you are doing marvelous. " She smiled at him, handing the drawing back.

"I don't know, I guess it's just, you've been in the industry so long, and I don't want to undermine you."

"I wouldn't have hired you on as a full-time designer if I didn't think you were good enough to do this on your own. You could make it without me you know, I just wanted to have a little experience." She really believed Kurt could make his own line now, but having a designer that was already known would really help him with credibility.

"Thank you, I appreciate your help, I couldn't ask for a better boss, even if I were my own boss, I'd probably be way more demanding." Kurt laughed at himself. Moving to the drawing again, he started to darken the outline of the scarf he had lightly drawn in, shading it quickly.

Isabelle watched him as he quickly drew, amazed at how far Kurt had come since he had first started the internship. Though that had been the first summer after his freshman year, so of course he would have come a long way, but it still amazed her how humble he could be. Not to say he couldn't handle his own, but he knew how to take criticism, unlike a lot of designers she had come across.

"Alright, there we go. That's the last of them, I really like how most of them turned out. I also made contingency plans in case some of the models don't make it. I do not want to repeat last month." Kurt shuddered, remembering the temporary hair dye he had to use to fill in for one of the models. It was nice to know he looked good enough to model, but he did not enjoy the harassment he got from Santana about the bright blond hair.

"Ok great, just get it packaged up and have reception come pick it" Isabelle said as she walked out of the office.

"Yes I know, I have done this a few times," Kurt smiled to let her know he was joking.

"Well, says the man that always asks me if he did something right, even though he's done it maybe a hundred times."

"Ha-ha got you" he shook his head smiling. He really did have a great boss, and if he ever actually did start his own line, he would bet his best Marc Jacobs piece that she would help him with anything he asked.

Having to go to the mail room to get a package, he walked out of his office and down the hall. He passed Santana, waving to her; it was nice having her here for the most part. She was kind of a jack of all trades, doing errands, sometimes posing for quick photo-ops, critiquing just about everyone on their fashion choices, though the last one she didn't really get paid for. Luckily they had a mail room on this floor, so Kurt arrived there quickly; he grabbed the package and turned back to his office.

"Kurt." Kurt cringed hearing Chandler's voice, the guy got on his nerves, couldn't seem to take the hint that he did not want to date him. He was cute enough, but he always agreed with everything Kurt said, and while it was nice at times, it got annoying pretty fast.

Turning around Kurt mentally prepared himself.

"Hi Chandler, I can't really talk I have to get a package ready for pick up." Hopefully that would be enough to put him off.

"Oh well, I was just going to ask if you wanted to get a coffee on your break, since you just finished the last project." Chandler smiled showing off his teeth.

Of course he would know my schedule, stalker. Trying to think of something, he looked up and down the hall, hoping to stop something, or someone, and saw Santana walking towards them. Perfect. "Actually, I can't, you see Santana and I were going to go over a few choices for the new colors Isabelle wanted to put on the website."

"You still have to take a break silly." Chandler said moving to touch Kurt's arm. He quickly moved it though, reaching over to grab Santana when she was close enough.

"But you see we were actually going to talk over it during break, make it easier you know?"

"Talk over what?" Santana asked, frowning at Kurt. She didn't like Chandler all that much, well she didn't like most people, but this boy had twink written all over him, and Kurt didn't need that shit. So whatever Kurt wanted from her, he got it.

"Oh you know, the new colors for the website, Isabelle wanted to change the colors up, make them match the photo-shoot I'm doing."

"Right, duh, but we were doing that on break, right?"

Kurt was so lucky Santana hated just about everyone and always wanted to screw someone over, it made it easier to use her for avoiding people.

"Yes, I was just telling Chandler I couldn't go for coffee with him for that very reason."

"I could help; I'm pretty good with computers."

Kurt stumbled to come up with another reason he couldn't come, but was at a loss.

"About that, I don't really like you, so I don't actually want to be in your twinky little presence. Its one thing to be around Hummel here, my skin has adjusted to the fairy dust he blows out when he talks. I'm really not in the mood with to deal with all the rainbows coming out of your ass."

Kurt was trying to keep his face blank, but with everything Santana said it was extremely difficult.

Chandler however wasn't nearly as capable of that.

"How can you be so mean? That was highly homophobic! Don't you realize that half the people who work here are gay?"

Santana just smirked at him.

"Of course I know that, I'm not blind. Besides, I'm gay too, I just don't like you, and the easiest way to offend someone is to make fun of something their insecure about."

"Santana, you could be a bit nicer." Even though it sometimes helped him out, Kurt really didn't like it when she got like this, especially when it was true. He went to whisper in her ear, "Also he could report you to HR for saying that, even if you are gay too, the real world doesn't work like that."

She cringed a little, already having to deal with HR for a coffee incident she would rather no one ever found out about.

"Okay, fine. Sorry for calling you a twink, that rainbows came out of your ass, and that you probably have the worst dye job I have ever seen."

"Thank you. Wait, you didn't actually say that last part."

"Right, then I'm not sorry about that." She turned to Kurt, "Happy?"

"Thank you; let's go we do have things to take care of." Grabbing her arm, they walked to Kurt's office, leaving a confused Chandler behind.

"Do we actually need to change the website? Because I had plans for my break that involve going to the Starbucks near the FBI, because I swear the agent or whoever she is has checked me out the last few times she's been in there."

Kurt briefly looked at her, while he packaged the portfolio, he honestly didn't know how she found these girls. Her last girlfriend, she met in the park, Brittany had been dancing around with her dog, it was one of the weirdest 'how we met' stories he had ever heard.

"No, we don't I really just needed an excuse, I've told him no so many times, I feel like I'm being redundant now. How do you manage to find these girls?"

"I have skills Hummel," she said while raising her eyebrows. "I don't know why you're saying girls, as in plural, I met one in a weird place, and honestly it isn't that abnormal to meet someone in a park."

"I know, maybe it's just hearing about her dancing that sounded weird to me. Either way, I need to go with you to the Starbucks; we can hang out there for a while, and make up something to tell Chandler if he asks about the website again. Good thing Isabelle will cover for me with him too." Kurt picked up the phone to call reception for a pick up. " Hello…this is Kurt Hummel I have a package for a messenger…the pickup is supposed to be in ten minutes…okay…yes, thank you."

"Why don't you just tell twinkle-toes out there to leave you alone? Give it to him straight."

"I have Santana; he just doesn't know how to take a hint. We can go once reception comes up for the package."

"Right. Did you literally say, "Pretty-boy I don't want to date you." Or did you just hint at it?"

Kurt started to answer when there was a knock on the door, "it's right here." He handed the package to Tina, "Thank you."

"No problem Kurt."

After Tina left, Kurt looked to Santana, motioning her to start walking out.

"Let's go, and to answer your question yes I did say that, maybe not in those exact words, I tend to be less bitchy than you."

Santana just looked at him, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh shut up, I can be nice sometimes. Do we really have to go all the way down there? It's like an hour walk or 10 minutes and 3 stops on the subway."

After pushing the button for the elevators Santana turned to Kurt.

"Yes, once you see her, you will know it was worth it. Besides, this will not only keep you away from blondie, but you get free coffee."

"First off, I won't think it's worth it, because it's a girl I have absolutely no reason to care about that. Next, the price of transit will cost about the same as the coffee, so really it's not free."

"Hummel, I am highly offended as your friend that you don't care about my love-life."

The elevator finally dinged, and opened. Kurt pushed the button for the ground floor.

"Fine, doesn't really matter I guess, don't have much else to do today. Tomorrow is when the real work starts."

"Am I going to have to help with this thing?"

The ride down was actually relatively quick, in fact Kurt felt a little bad, because he could see the messenger just now arriving, he could have brought the package down himself.

"Yes, if only to help me keep my sanity, these damn things can get annoying. Last one we had an Italian model, who barely spoke English, that was not an easy shoot. I want to be a little more prepared this time."

Santana gave Kurt a look as they entered the subway.

"You do realize Spanish and Italian are not the same language?"

Kurt swiped his metro card and gave her a dirty look.

"Don't be dumb, or course I realize this, I meant that at least this way we will have one more language covered. Plus, there has to be a little cross over right?"

Santana paused to think about it.

"I don't actually know, maybe. Hey look at you, might be smart after all."

Kurt just rolled his eyes. It didn't take too long to make it to their destination thankfully. Kurt actually didn't mind coming down here, new scenery and all. Walking into the sun, he decided to ask about this new girl of Santana's.

"How do you even know she will be here? Have you guys actually talked?"

"Well no, but she was totally checking me out." Santana answered as they walked across the street, it wasn't too busy today, but it was still New York so traffic was normal, no matter when or where.

"So you are sure she's gay?"

"Of course she was wearing a pant suit, and had tons of eye-liner, so it was obvious. I have excellent gay-dar."

"You are stereotyping. If she is actually a FBI agent, then it's probably pretty common to wear pant suits there."

They both walked into the Starbucks, got in line, which wasn't too long but it was only 10:30, so it was too early for lunch rush and too late for breakfast.

"Shit, there she it." Santana pointed at a blonde woman at the front of the line. "Crap, we should have left earlier, what if she doesn't see me? What if she thinks were dating? Hummel act gayer!"

"Santana would you calm down!? I really don't think I need to come off as gayer than I already look; I'm wearing fuchsia pants for crying out loud!" Kurt walked up, as the line moved forward, not really worrying about whether Santana was following. The woman Santana had pointed at turned around, looked like she had spotted them, because she smiled and started walking towards them.

"Hello." She said this to Santana, who in turn just blushed and looked at Kurt. Who didn't understand how Santana got like this, she was gorgeous, but seemed to get extremely shy around women she was attracted too.

"Hi, I'm Kurt, and this is my friend Santana."

The girl shot him a look, before looking at Santana again.

"I'm Dani, can I speak to you for a minute? Alone?" She looked at Kurt again when asking this.

So Kurt winked at Santana and walked off to place their order, which actually wasn't fair, because now he would have to pay. Santana totally owed him for this. After placing, and getting the order, since it wasn't busy enough for names, he went and sat at a window table. It wasn't even two minutes later that Santana came over smiling.

"Well?"

"She just asked me out! Well kind of, she invited me to this bar, but it's basically the same thing right?" Santana asked nervously.

"Yeah mostly, she did ask you privately, so that's a plus. If she had asked in front of me, it could come off as a group thing, like inviting both of us." Santana froze at that. "What's wrong?"

"She did that! Oh god, it's just a group thing, she said I could bring you if I wanted."

"Oh well, maybe she was just nervous too, did she say where it was at?"

"Yeah, Xes Lounge, it's in West village, so not too far. On Friday too."

Kurt thought about it for a minute, he could use a night out, and it's not like he had to stay with Santana he could just go and hang out for a bit, make sure she actually went. "

Okay, both of us will go, like I said it's probably just a comfort thing for both of you. So I will go, hang out a little bit and then leave you guys to it, sound good?"

"Okay, that sounds good, thank you Kurt." Santana really appreciated Kurt, especially when he did this stuff. Their friendship may not be exactly normal, but they balanced each other out a lot, she was lucky to have him.

"It's not trouble, and you never know I might even meet someone there…"