Blaine Anderson was 23 years old. Graduated from NYU for film/photography when he was 22, but he was somewhat well known in the industry for his creative work and unique perspective on life. You could tell there was something different about him from how he captured the world through a picture.

He was recently hired to work for Vogue Magazine as the new lead Director of Photography and that completely changed his life around. Blaine was waiting for his big break. Yes he was talented and yes people knew of his work, but he needed someone to give him the chance to prove that he can do more. He was content. He had his camera, a great new job, and the world at his fingertips to tell his stories, that’s all he needed. Or so he thought…

Who’s New York’s #1 Male Model of the Year? If you said Sean O’Pry then you’re wrong. It’s Kurt Hummel. 24 and hot as hell! Women all over the country want a piece of that ass, but try as they might, Kurt doesn’t play for their team. Even the world’s straightest men want to know Kurt’s secret to his flawless porcelain skin and his perfectly coiffed hair! Talk about how times have changed!

Every morning Kurt does the same routine. He gets up, brushes his teeth, showers, styles his hair and eats a bowl of fruity pebbles (the only sugar he lets himself eat). That’s it. It always amused him when reporters would ask, “Kurt how do you maintain that flawless figure of yours?!” to which Kurt replies, “well I try to watch as many re-runs of What Not to Wear while stuffing my face with a big bowl of Fruity Pebbles.” That would always make them laugh, much to Kurt’s delight.

One Month Earlier

Blaine was out in Central Park on a chilly January morning snapping pictures of kids playing on the playground, families walking their pets and starving artist sing and perform their hearts out on the pathways when his phone rang. Blaine didn’t know who would be calling him when he knew for a fact his dad didn’t wake up till noon the latest. His dad was the only one to ever call him nowadays. He answers it anyways.

“H-hello?”

“Hi! Good morning!” said the voice on the other line, “This is Kurt Hummel with Vogue Magazine. I’m calling for..” there’s shuffling going on through the phone and Blaine is just very confused as to why he’s receiving this phone call, “ah there it is! Yes. I’m calling for Blair Andersane?”

Blaine chuckles, mainly in amusement of this phone call becoming a reality that Vogue Magazine is calling for him. “Um it’s Blaine Anderson, actually. Are you sure you have the right number?”

Kurt laughed lightly and ran a hand through his hair as he apologized for his mistake. “oh forgive me! I couldn’t read my handwriting. I meant Blaine Anderson. Yes, this call is for you. I’m calling in regards to my boss Isabelle Wright, the head journalist here at Vogue, she’s very interested in your work and wants you to come in for a trial photoshoot.”

Blaine gaped at what he heard, his mouth hanging open and completely baffled. “Sh-she what?! Me? Isabelle Wright wants me to come in for an interview?!”

Kurt giggled again, “Yes she does. Be here at 9am sharp tomorrow morning. See you then!”

Blaine was about to ask how she found out about him, but Kurt had already hung up, leaving Blaine in excitement and suspense.  He yelled at the top of his lungs and jumped as high as his little legs could get him off the ground and fist bumped the air. People started staring at him and giving him strange looks, but Blaine couldn’t be bothered.

“I have an Interview at Vogue Magazine!!!!” Blaine shouted running up the pathway out of the park to the closest train to head home.

Once he got inside his one bedroom one bath, tiny, cramped, Brooklyn apartment, the excitement sort of buzzed down from the traveling, but he was still eager to call his father as soon as noon hit to tell him the exciting news! They chatted for a while about the pictures Blaine took that morning and the homeless guy who won a $1,000 lotto ticket and much to Blaine’s surprise, his father, Dean Anderson, confessed that he slipped some of Blaine’s photos to a good friend of his who knew Isabelle Wright from high school. Blaine was beaming. He was always so grateful of his father’s support. Ever since his first day of middle school when Blaine finally got the courage to confess to his parents that he was gay and proud, he knew they would never turn him away or not love him for who he was. Because that’s what love is, to love unconditionally no matter what circumstances.

After talking to his dad for nearly 4 hours, Blaine finally takes a shower and makes himself something to eat while he sat down at his laptop and uploaded the pictures he took that morning to begin editing them. Photography was Blaine’s therapy. It was his way of saying what he couldn’t through his eyes. It was something he was able to control all on his own.

Kurt hung up the phone and took a deep breath, one he didn’t know he was holding. He did it. He finally spoke to Blaine Anderson. Of course Kurt knew who he was. He’s only had a crush on the guy since he first laid eyes on him in his senior year at NYU. They weren’t in any of the same classes, but they accidentally bumped into each other one day when Kurt was rushing to his advanced fashion design VI class. “I’m sorry! I’m such a klutz”, Blaine had said to him picking up Kurt’s papers then rushing off to his class leaving him in a daze.

Those words played back over and over in Kurt’s mind for the next couple of moments as he got up to straighten his shirt and pull up his jeans slightly. He never got the courage to speak to Blaine after that. Mostly because they never encountered one another after the one incident so Kurt kind of forgot about it till recently when Isabelle mentioned the name for him to call.

“I’m taking my lunch break, Belle!” Kurt yelled from his office and he headed out the building to his favorite deli around the corner.

Blaine. That’s all Kurt could think about for the whole day and he was exhilarated to see him again the next morning.