"So, Kurt. Our sources tell us that your movie release is around December?" Don  Johnson asked, staring at Kurt through the tiny webcam that was placed on their station camera. 

The rest of the athletes had already been interviewed and that left Kurt for last. That struck Kurt as sort of odd, usually they saved the best for last. Well, of course they left him last then.

"It is. I'm not sure of the definite date, but it will most likely be around that timeframe." Kurt smiled, peering at the comments that were flooding the livestream chat.

"And to all you guys wondering out there, the design is finished, so you will all get a sneak peak soon." Kurt continued, smiling as the tv anchors smiled at his comment. "We just have to get the fitting done, and I'll send a photo via twitter. And also, a sneak peak for my new movie and Summer bathing suit line will be up on my website soon!" And idea soon struck Kurt, and he decided he'd run with it. "Expect some very nice models. Famous ones, of course." Kurt smirked, and leaned back in his chair at the commotion he just caused. Marveling in the messages of "WHO!?" "TELL US YOU MONSTERR!!", Kurt noticed his time was almost up.

"Well, Mr. Hummel, I'm afraid that concludes our time. Best wishes to you and your career. And to all you new and old fans of Kurt swarming out there, be ready for some big things! Thank you, Kurt!" Don finished, cueing to the camera to cut.

"My pleasure, thank you guys!" Kurt thanked, smiling as the chat ended. Deciding to be kind of fiesty, Kurt stirred up the chatbox before he left with a tweet. Kurt knew he was major status. He knew he was washing out the tabloids, arising rapidly and amazingly. Kurt was all over in the Hollywood field, and he planned on staying that way.

"Thanks to all of you if I saw you at the stream today! But since I didn't have time to answer all your questions, shoot them here! xx"

-@KurtHummel

The photoshoot last night went spectacular, the time flew by in flashes of color and questions that were shot at him. Kurt had to have looked positively fabulous and he couldn't wait for the magazine to be printed. On the other hand, before Kurt got too comfortable, he had a date to get ready for.

Blaine sighed as he attempted to tame down his wild curls with slabs of hairgel. The chlorine in the pools tended to mess with the chemicals in the gel, or something, and it rarely held them in as tight as he wanted. He was meeting with Kurt in approximately fifteen minutes, and apprently Kurt had a huge news and a big question. Most likely, they would be swarmed with paparazzi, so he had to look his best. 

His outfit fit him perfectly, he donned gray skinny jeans with a black belt. At the torso, he sported a yellow cardigan with a gray bowtie. Let the rumors fly. Blaine thought. Because what happens when two famous homosexual males are caught having lunch together in London? Relationship rumors, that's what. And Blaine Anderson had absolutely no problem with that. Although he mostly wanted the press for Kurt he also needed sponsors. The olympics were a huge aspect, and the more Blaine was paid for advertisements, the sooner he could settle down. 

Grabbing his phone, keys, and his portfolio, Blaine rushed out the door. He had no desire to be late for their first of many meetings. 

"So does that sound good?" Kurt questioned, biting the tip of his pencil as they stared down in unison at the outline Kurt scribbled on the notepad.

Written in beautiful scripture, was the gameplan they both settled on. It was slightly unorganized, but Kurt was trying to keep the popularity with the press as quiet as possible. Even though there were still a few cameras lying around, it was mostly quiet this evening.

Blaine analyzed the chart again, this time reading what it stated.

"Before the opening of the games, attend gala in London for the LGBT organization. Focus mainly on suicide and self-harm, as well as awareness. Limited amount of fans will be allowed inside. Offer concerts, as well as inviting many other famous people. Ex.:Ellen DeGeneres (A MUST-HAVE) Give out free bracelets, American flags to sponsor the games, and snipbits of Hummel Co. Sing with Blaine/lots of photos to stir the crowds and gain hype. MUST BE PRETTY."

Kurt laughed as Blaine read the last sentence in a character voice, it was all comical. They seemed to be already sparking chemistry with their new arrangements. It all appeared to be so simple, their act of communicating. It felt natural, and it seemed right. Kurt sipped on his latte calmly as he realized his phone was ringing loudly in his pocket. Fishing it out, he answered the "Answer" button that was flashing on the screen. It was his manager.

"Yes, Helen?" Kurt sighed, as Blaine eyed him with a confused look pained across his face. "Manager." Kurt mouthed to him, and Blaine nodded in understanding. He pulled out his cellphone to go about his own business.

"Kurt, you need to be back at the arena in around 30 minutes. We need you." Helen sighed, frusturation echoing in her tone. 

"Oooof course you do. What for?" Kurt wondered, packing up his things quietly as to not startle Blaine.

"Fittings. You know the designs need to be in as soon as possible. Everyone else has been taken care of, except your little boytoy Blai-"

"My what!?" Kurt squeaked, and Blaine looked at him with a puzzled expression yet again. 

"Yes, Kurt, we all know you're out in the town with him. It's all over the media. Now you need to fit him like, now Kurt. Take him back to the studio, measure him up and send me the dimensions as soon as you're done. I'm not kidding either, this is important." Helen demanded, hanging up without expecting a reply.

"We have to go," Kurt announced. Grabbing his satchel and looking at Blaine sternly.

"W-what? Now?" Blaine asked, jumping up quickly and gathering all of his things.

"Yep. You and I need to go back to my studio. Right away, apparently." Kurt started walking away, grabbing Blaine's arm to pull him along.

"O-okay. Why, if I may ask?" Blaine hustled forward, catching up to Kurt's quickening pace as they rushed through the streets. Cameras were flashing beside them, and they both tried to drown out the calling of their names.

"You have to get fitted, and I have to measure you," Kurt said, and Blaine didn't reply. "Would you hurry up? I thought you were the athlete here."

"Sorry, I'm just..really confused? Fitted? For what?" Blaine gulped, praying to whatever holy figure was lurking above that his suspicions wouldn't be confirmed. But Blaine wasn't stupid. He had been custom fitted thousands of times before, an awkward experience indeed. However, he couldn't even comprehend the amount of nervousness and paranoia flooding through him at the moment. Kurt was going to see him basically naked and exposed so soon.

"For your swimsuit, silly. Now would you come on? I don't want them to blast my ass!" Kurt screeched, piling all of his stuff into his car and starting the engine. 

"Oh, right. Y-yeah, let's go." Blaine stuttered out, piling into the passenger seat and nervously twining his hands in his lap. This was going to be an eventful night. Just don't let me get hard, please God do not let me get hard. Blaine prayed yet again, a prayer he knew would fail miserably.