It was a Wednesday afternoon when Kurt received a phone call from an unknown number. He had just woken up and was not at all prepared to deal with people, especially after the night he had, so he let the call go to voicemail. He showered up, had his coffee and painkillers to deal with the nasty headache he had woken up with and sat at his kitchen table.  Sitting on the table was this morning’s newspaper. Kurt didn’t have to deal with much so he skipped right to the lifestyle section to read up on everything that was happening in the posh Manhattan society right now. Nothing caught his eye so he just sat there for a while and was thinking about life in general. It is so cliché but Kurt felt so unsure of everything that lied in front of him. What would happen to him after this career is over? Models have short life spans in terms of age and appeal. What if he never amounted to anything else? What if he wasted away like so many other socialites did? After Kurt had officially depressed himself, he decided to listen to the voicemail that was left on his phone. “Hello Kurt, my name is Blaine Anderson and I am photographing your shoot for CityMan in a few weeks. Eric Preston said that it would be a good idea for us to meet up and get to know each other before we actually do this thing, so let me know what is good for you. I have a few side jobs here and there but I am available most evenings if you want to grab dinner. Just call me back at this number and I look forward to hearing back from you.” “Great” Kurt thought to himself. He hated all of these formal meetings with photographers and had to pretend to be interested in all of the details of their boring lives. Blaine Anderson sounded no different. He could tell in the way that he spoke that he was putting on his big professional photographer act and Kurt wasn’t buying it.  “You would think that people would just quit the fucking acts and actually live,” Kurt said to the empty room surrounding him. “Well, Blaine Anderson, let’s see what I can get out of you, how far you will push your limits.”

 Kurt re-dialed the number and waited for Blaine to pick up. “Hello, this is Blaine Anderson” the man said sternly. “Hi Blaine, this is Kurt Hummel I am returning your call from earlier today. It would be my pleasure to meet with you but as you know, my schedule is extremely packed.” Kurt responded sarcastically. “Of course Kurt. Well you just let me know when you are free and I will be available as well.” Kurt had enough of these pretend formalities. “Oh cut the crap Blaine. We both know that this pretend professionalism isn’t going to work. If I remember your message correctly, it seems that you were almost hitting on me? Am I wrong?” Kurt replied, knowing exactly what he was getting Blaine into. “Oh…uh… of course not Kurt. I have no intentions…I mean… I just thought dinner would be a good idea,” Blaine nervously spoke. “Calm down cowboy, I was kidding. Dinner at Deja View Saturday night okay, or do you have a hot date with some middle aged stockbroker. You sound like you’re that kind of guy.” “Saturday is perfect. And no I don’t have a date. I like to think I’m more interesting than that, thank you very much. I will see you then, Kurt Hummel model and bad influence extraordinaire.” “Great. Blaine Anderson, desperately single and worry wart ingénue. Saturday night.” Kurt hung up the phone, fully satisfied with what he accomplished. “This is going to be quite the dinner date.”