Chapter One

"There is no way in hell that Im going on a worldwide tour with someone I cant stand. Sorry, Isabelle." Kurt Hummel half screeched down the phone. He was pacing around his stylish appartment clearly infuriated. This was not fair.

"Please, Kurt? I dont ask much of you like, ever, please just do this one thing for me. I know you dont like Blaine but once you get to know him you may change your mind. He might show you a sweeter side of himself." The angelic voice of Isabelle Wright lingered in Kurts ears. Did Blaine Anderson even have a sweet side? It wasnt that Kurt disliked Blaine or anything, he despised him.

Blaine Anderson, the twenty-something music phenomenon. He was well known everywhere and wore his signature leather jacket almost anywhere he travelled. However, Kurt didnt quite understand where Blaines humongous female following came from, to him Blaine was arrogant and self-centred and gave a damn about nobody but himself, which was half true. Blaine did care for some people, but he never really showed it.

Kurt felt bad for arguing against Isabelles requests, he really did. Isabelle had done almost everything for him since he started working at Vogue at just eighteen years of age. She had granted him permission to attend some of the biggest fashion events in the city. Its just that Blaine Anderson was not a good person. Not to him, anyhow.

"Please, Kurt? Come on. Blaines manager specifically chose you for this job. He loved the design portfolio we sent him, please?" Isabelle pleaded. Kurt could practically see Isabelle, in his mind, flitting her eyelashes and pouting as if she was a puppy dog.

Kurt didnt even have a chance to think before the words came spilling from his mouth, "Okay. Ill do it. But just for you, Isabelle." Isabelle screeched down the phone, a smile appearing on Kurts face even though he still wasnt too pleased about this. He was however, glad that he had made Isabelle happy.

"I know that you dont want to do this Kurt, but youll have fun. Travelling the world and sight seeing. Vogue has even given you a budget!" Isabelle chirped, "Now, therell be a meeting tomorrow morning at nine a.m, sharp. Dont be late!" And then the line went dead.

Kurt threw his phone onto the wooden table and ran his fingers through his hair in complete frustration. Why did he say yes? Of course, he was excited about being able to travel the world but surely, there was someone else capable for the job? Maybe even better for it than him. But, Isabelle had chosen him specifically which meant he was the best of the best because this was once in a lifetime opportunity and he had got the job. Although he would be travelling with Blaine Anderson, he could deal with that.

"Hello-o?" A familiar voice chirped.

"Hi, Rachel!" Kurt shouted back, "Im in the living room!"

Rachel Berry, Kurts best friend stepped into the living room and frowned when she saw the look of annoyance on Kurts face. She placed her bag on the floor and sat down, and Kurt followed.

"Are you going to tell me why you have a face like thunder?" She asked.

"Coffee?" Kurt asked, getting up and walking to the kitchen before Rachel had even given him an answer.

"So, Isabelle has asked you to go on tour and be a stylist for the Blaine Anderson?" Rachel asked once Kurt had explained to her the situation he was in.

He nodded, "Yeah."

"Please do me one thing," Rachel said, sipping her coffee, "sort his hair out."

"If you havent noticed, Rachel, Ill be the one styling his clothes, mixing and matching with different items of clothing. I wont have anything to do with his hair. Ill put in a good word for you though."

It was clear that Rachel wasnt keen on Blaine Anderson either.

There was a brief moment of silence where the pair listened to the busy humming of the New York streets before Rachel stood up and picked up her bag.

"I have to go," She said and Kurt stood up to see her out. "Things to do, people to see."

Kurt laughed, "Youre going to work, Rachel. And half the time you complain about the other workers."

"Touché."

The next morning Kurt awoke to the irritating sound of his alarm and as much as he wanted to hit the snooze button repeatedly, he couldnt afford to be late to work today. His morning routine went without a hitch, and he was in work early.

Isabelle was also early and a smile was definitely covering her nerves. "Hi, Kurt!" She grinned and flounced her way over to him. "You nervous?"

Kurt nodded, taking a deep breath before stepping into the conference room and glancing around. Two of the thirteen chairs in the room had been occupied, one by none other than Blaine Anderson and the other clearly his looked as though he wanted to be anywhere but in that room.

Kurt glanced nervously to Isabelle, who was ushering him into a vacant seat. He slipped into the chair quietly, sitting with the correct posture that Isabelle had directed.

"Ah, Kurt Hummel," The older man exclaimed, "how lovely to finally meet you." He reached across the table for Kurts hand to shake, which Kurt did ever so politely. The same could not be the same for Blaine Anderson, though.

Blaine was wearing his famous leather jacket, the one he had heard all of the younger women say how much they wanted to "rip off that leather and ravish him." Kurt shuddered at the thought. Blaine sat slouched with his arms folded and his feet would occasionally nudge Kurts shins. His raven-coloured hair was plastered to his head with gel, Kurt was once convinced he used actual cement but one of the women at Vogue had even gone through all of the trouble of finding the exact type that Blaine used. Kurt never wanted to see it again. Rachel was right, his hair did need a good sorting out.

Kurt stayed silent but smiled sweetly.

"I love your designs, I think Blaine would really appreciate a new stylist after the last one." The man joked, nudging Blaine who scoffed and rolled his eyes in obvious annoyance. "By the way, my name is Brian. Im Blaines manager and road manager."

Kurt nodded.

"Dont you talk?" The threes heads turned to look at Blaine, who had finally decided to open his mouth.

"Dont you take that jacket off?" Kurt snarked.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "And so he speaks!"

Kurt really despised this man, and he was getting the feeling that Blaine wasnt too fond of him either.

After an excrutiating hour and a half of assessing Kurts ability to work, tour schedules and shows and Kurt trying not to severely injure Blaine Anderson, he and Isabelle left the conference room with Brian the Manager and Blaine in tow. Kurt shook Brians hand courtly and he wasnt surprised when Blaine walked out with not even a goodbye.

"That was awful," Kurt said as Isabelle provided him with a much needed drink, "I dont think Ive ever hated him more. You should feel honoured that I am doing this for you, Isabelle."

"Im very thankful Kurt," She smiled, "you know that."

Kurt nodded again.

"Hey, why dont you go home, take the day off." She said, causing Kurt to raise his head, "dont worry Kurt, well provide a budget for you. You wont have to worry about money."

"I dont understand, why?"

"Well, think of it as a thank you for all of your hard work this year. Youre going to be successful." She stated with a grin.

Kurt looked down in modesty, "Oh, I dont know about that."

"When word gets out about you going on tour with the Blaine Anderson then people are going to love you. Just you wait and see. Im going to come out and visit you too. Kurt, I know you dont like him but this is an experience like no other. No one from Vogue, especially an intern has been asked to do this before, youre special."

Kurt was almost crying, so Isabelle pulled him into a bone-cracking hug. "Thank you, Fairy Godmother."

Isabelle just laughed at the nickname and held onto Kurt tighter.

Two days later Kurt had packed almost everything he had owned into multiple bags and suitcases and was ready to leave. The tour was beginning in North America, and Kurt couldnt wait to travel the world, even if it was with someone he didnt like.

He was being flown out to where the tour buses were waiting, and sadly where Blaine was waiting. His father had assured him to not cause trouble, and Isabelle had asked Kurt to at least try and make an effort to be civilised towards Blaine, to which he agreed. Isabelle and Rachel saw Kurt onto the flight, waving with tears in their eyes and knowing that Kurt Hummel was going to take on the world by storm.