Monday came faster than Kurt has hoped. He'd applied for an internship in the Anderbros International Advertising Company, which is ruled by the high profile businessman Blaine Anderson.

Kurt has spent last night doing nothing but trying on every outfit he has to decide what to wear and read each and every article about Blaine Anderson and watch all the interviews he could found for the famous businessman. During his search, Kurt has stumbled upon a website that is dedicated for Blaine Anderson's real and imagined relationships. Celebrities, models, beautiful men and women that Anderson was spotted with and then tossed around like they were nothing but a toy to him. However; though his heartbreaker reputation, Blaine Anderson remained everything any girl or boy would dream of and want, Kurt even saw some of these posts where people discussed what they want to do in details with the famous businessman if they ever got a chance with him.

Blaine Anderson was featured on the cover of Forbes and GQ, this is how cool that man was really are. The thirty five years old man has succeeded in becoming a legend in advertising in such a young age. His handsome features; curly hear, muscular body, sensual lips and honey eyes made him look like a movie star.

After a full night of articles and interviews, at five thirty am sleepiness got better of Kurt and he dozed off, only to be wakening half an hour later by his alarm beeping. He went and took a quick shower before dressing in a Marc Jacobs outfit he'd chosen last night. As he started making himself a cup of coffee, he started imagining the different scenarios he can go through today. Blaine's face appeared in his mind; he had a look of disappointment and disapproval as he shook his head and asked Kurt to leave.

You can't do this, Kurt, you're not good enough and you know it.

You should've gone to school first, before applying for an important internship like this!

No, no don't be so negative. You'll rock the interview today, you're worth it and you deserve this internship. Courage, Kurt, courage.

With the last thought on his mind, Kurt relaxed a little and drank his coffee before he slipped on his four hundred dollars Gucci shoes and left his apartment to be able to catch the seven thirty train and reach his interview on time.

During the ride, Kurt tried to keep his mind off the interview to be able to relax a little, he tried to count to hundred, think about the fight his roommate Rachel and her boyfriend (and Kurt step-brother) Finn had last weekend when Finn came from Ohio to visit them, he even thought about the Chanel winter collection, which Kurt did really hate and nothing could really keep him from the thoughts of the interview he's about to have.

The train ride ended sooner than Kurt wanted and after a short walk, Kurt found himself in front of Anderbros International. His breath caught in his chest and he realised that his whole body was shaking. After a moment he decided that standing in front of the building will do him nothing but make him late for his interview, so he counted to three and went inside.

The building was huge and crowded with guests and workers, Kurt approached a balding man in a black suit who was checking in the guest with a smile. The guy looked over at him with a threatening glare and the smile on Kurt's face fell.

“Name, please?” The man asked.

“Kurt,” Kurt whispered before clearing his throat, “Kurt Hummel. I'm here for an interview that would start at eight thirty?”

The man checked the stack of papers he had and then looked at Kurt, nodding before passing it over to Kurt, “Sign beside your name, please.” Kurt signed beside his name quickly.

“Look over here, please, Mr. Hummel,” the man said and as Kurt looked up there was a sudden flash that got him blinded for a second.

“Just a minute, sir,” before he knew it, the man had printed Kurt's pic and made him a laminated badge, before he handled it to him, “please wear this all the time, sir, go to the second elevator on the left and up to the eighteenth floor. Ms. Tina Cohen-Chang will be meeting you.”

Kurt's legs were shaking when the elevator doors has opened for the eighteenth floor. He felt as if his heart was going to pump out of his chest, he took a quick glance at the mirror and as he thought his face was as pale as a zombie. Kurt walked through the doors and to an immaculate desk  with a tall brunette girl behind it.

“Can I help you, sir?” The girl asked smiling at Kurt.

“Yes, please. I have an interview with Miss Tina Cohen-Chang,” he said nervously.

“Sure.” She spoke on the phone for a minute before getting back to Kurt, “please take a seat, sir. She'll be here in a minute.”

Kurt took a seat in one of these comfy black leather seats and took one of the magazines that lead on the glass table before him. It was the latest “Rolling Stones” issue with Blaine Anderson on cover of it with his smug smile. Just as he was studying Blaine's profile on the cover a voice called him.

“Mr. Hummel?” the receptionist called him again. Kurt blushed as he realised that he lost himself as he looked at Blaine on the magazine's cover and stood quickly that he almost lost his balance.

“I'll bring you to your interview with Miss Cohen-Chang” the girl smiled.

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The interview went surprisingly well for what Kurt expected. Tina Cohen-Chang was a middle aged Asian woman who reminded Kurt with his neighbour back in Ohio who used to give him candy every time she saw him, saying that candies do in fact cure cancer, Kurt kept giving his mum candies when he knew she had cancer but sadly they didn't save her.

“If you don't mind working for sixty to seventy hours a week then I guess you'd be fine working here,” Miss Cohen-Chang said.

“I actually do like hard work” Kurt said with a smile.

“Oh that's great, and then you'll enjoy working here,” she said as she smiled at him.

After his interview with Miss Cohen-Chang, he met the art director Ms. Mercedes Jones. She was a short, curvy woman with a long, wavy, dark hair that fell to the middle of her back. She wore a short grey Prada skirt with a white sleeveless last season Chanel shirt that showed off her impressive cleavage. Jones seemed to ask Kurt about everything in his resume as if she wanted to catch him lying or forgetting something.

After that, Kurt met the creative director Mister Samuel Evans. A tall, blond guy with a trouty mouth that Kurt thought was so cute and made him look like a baby. He was so friendly, yet watchful and perspective.

“So Kurt, how do you handle conflict?” Sam asked out of nowhere and Kurt wasn't prepared for that question so he answered with first thing that came to his mind.

“Well I mostly just manage to avoid it.” Kurt said with a nervous laugh.

“Well I think you ought to face it, because you won't be able to avoid it here,” he said watching Kurt's eyes intently, “you may find yourself under great emotional and mental pressure. Working with Blaine is not easy.”

“You mean Mr. Anderson?” he asked nervously.

“Yes. Blaine likes to interview everyone who might work here.”

“Uhm…he interviews everyone?” Kurt whispered.

“Yes. If we think that a candidate is appropriate for Anderbros International, Blaine gets to meet them. I guess you have a good chance in meeting him.” Sam grinned.

“It must be…it must be very hard for someone as busy as Mister Anderson to meet everyone,” Kurt stuttered as he found his whole body shaking at the idea of meeting Blaine Anderson.

“Well I tried to get him to stop it for years now but he really does take his business seriously.” Sam laughed.

“I find it interesting” Kurt faked a smile as he started to feel cold and frightened by the minute.

“I won't lie to you and tell you that everything is going to be fine, Kurt, because it's not. Working with Blaine is very challenging, Kurt, especially for someone,” Sam coughed, “like you.”

“I'm sorry, sir, but I don't understand?” Kurt questioned.

“Never mind what I just said,” Sam coughed again, “anyways, if any of the candidates who interviewed you speaks high of you, I'm going to recommend you to meet Blaine today.”

“You're hiring me?” Kurt fought the urge to open his mouth that his jaw hit the ground. Thank god he did succeed and didn't look like an idiot in front of the man who may hire him.

“Well it's pending Blaine's approval. Just…be prepared, Kurt.” Sam said looking Kurt dead in the eye, “if you got this job and did well it, you'd be far in the business, Kurt, just don't crack.”

“I won't!” Kurt looked determined.

Sam smiled at the determination in Kurt's eyes, “I have the feeling that I'll be seeing more of you in the near future, Kurt. Just here for me for a minute, please.”

After Sam has left, Kurt felt as if he could drink an ocean. He checked is mobile and found that he's been here for an hour and a half, it had flown fast as he was busy feeling anxious and frightened and now it was time for him to meet him, The Blaine Anderson. The person he'd only thought he'd see on cover of magazines and on TV, but here he is in Anderbros International and about to see him in flesh and that made his stomach drop.

As for a cue, the brunette receptionist from before entered the room and asked Kurt to follow her to Mister Anderson's office, which was located on the sixtieth floor and had its own  private elevator.

As the elevator's doors opened, Kurt felt as if his feet are rooted to the floor. He didn't want to step in the office but as the receptionist reminded him again that he has to meet the boss, he took a step forward and entered the big office of Blaine Anderson.

It wasn't exactly his office; it was like a waiting space for the guests with some of the comfortable leathery chairs, a few decorative portraits and a small secretary desk with a petite blonde girl behind it beside the big leathery doors that had the Blaine Anderson behind them.

“You must be Mister Kurt Hummel. Mister Anderson is expecting, sir” the blond girl stood up and went to open the doors for Kurt to enter. As soon as Kurt stepped in the doors behind him closed and he swallowed as he looked at the enormous chair, which was placed in the middle of the room behind a full-length pool table. The chair rolled around and there he was perfect as ever, Blaine Anderson.

“Well hello there,” his voice was sultry, making Kurt's knees clap together. Blaine wore a black Marc Jacobs tux, which Kurt was sure was next season's fashion, he wore dark green necktie with it, which brought his eyes and made them shine from afar.

“Hello, sir,” Kurt stuttered.

Kurt was frozen when Blaine suddenly stood up and strode over to him. Blaine's presence was so intense it made Kurt clueless about what to do. He wanted to move but all he could do was shiver when Blaine was six inches away from him. He looked as if he just stepped out of GQ magazine and he had a strong a powerful appeal that made Kurt feel so intimidated.

“I'm Blaine Devon Anderson, CEO and founder of the Anderbros International Company,” Blaine held his hand to him.