Kurt moseyed into the bristo, his bright blue eyes wandering the tables of love-bird couples. Blaine glanced up from his phone from the booth he was at right near the door, "Hey, Kurt!" Kurt quickly turned when he heard his name and a small smile came to his lips.

"See you made it." Blaine said with a small smirk.

"I did." Kurt chuckled lightly shrugging off his coat sliding across from Blaine into the booth taking off his gloves. "It's freezing out there!" He shivered slightly, a smile still on his face.

"I ordered coffee, so that should warm us up." Blaine smirked gesturing to the coffee pot and mugs. Kurt grinned taking the mug wrapping his long fingers around the mug to warm them taking a sip.

Kurt hummed while drinking and sets down the mug, "Mm, thank you. So, I have some good news…" Kurt grinned at him.

"What?" Blaine furrowed his brow.

"Isabelle wants you for the job…" Kurt took another sip from his mug looking up at Blaine with a small smile.

Blaine felt his heart jump, he grinned from ear to ear, his face lighting up, "Oh my god! Really?!" He exclaimed loudly.

"Yep, Welcome to Vogue, Mister Anderson." Kurt chuckled lightly as he poured himself another cup.

"O-oh wow…" Blaine wanted to get up on the table and dance, but you know, that'd be unprofessional. "God, th-thank you! And thanks for coming! This worked out perfectly! A-anyways, I like to know my clients slash co-workers so I'm able to please them to the best of my abilities!" Blaine flashed a smile and Kurt couldn't help but grin himself.

"Likewise, I like to know the people who I'm working with hopefully won't be killing me." Kurt joked rolling his sleeves of his dress shirt up, his tattoo coming to view as he took the mug again. Blaine chuckled lightly, "You're funny," his eyes flickering down seeing the splashes of color on Kurt's wrist raising an eyebrow, "can I get a closer look at that?" He asked pointing at Kurt's wrist, eyes curious.

Kurt furrowed his brow in confusion in what Blaine was talking about and looks at his wrist realizing at what Blaine was talking about putting down the mug and rolled up his sleeve more smirking, "Sure." He uncovered the entire tattoo putting his arm on the table.

"S-sorry, I'm fascinated with tattoos."

Kurt shrugged lightly and Kurt directed his attention back to his coffee taking a sip when he felt Blaine's fingertips on his wrist. "It's beautiful…such detail." Blaine was just blown away at the amazing detail trailing down Kurt's arm.

Kurt couldn't help but blush lightly, putting down his coffee he spoke, "It's actually two tattoos, see," He pointed at the top of his wrist, "these are the music notes to my favorite Wicked song For Good, so basically, if you don't know music you won't get it…" He smirked, "Also, hence why it's shaded in green, then the green going into the blue," He ran his finger down his wrist a few inches, "then it's my all time favorite song, One Day More from Les Mis." His finger trailed down the rest of the tattoo which ended in a red tint. "I'm so obsessed with musicals."

Blaine's fingers lingered on the skin for a bit longer, Kurt's heart going up some the longer he left them there. Blaine moves his fingers aside looking up at Kurt smirking, "I can't believe I didn't notice it before..," Blaine looked up more at Kurt, their eyes meeting sending shock waves throughout Kurt's body.

"You didn't see it before because I had cover up all over it because Isabella hates it in photos." Kurt playfully rolled his eyes smiling.

Blaine chuckled lightly when he rolled his eyes, "I love musicals too," He continued, "are you more into movie musicals or on stage performance?"

"Stage all the way, movies just ruins the quality of the performance." Kurt bite his lip lightly.

Blaine glanced down to his lips and fixed his attention to his coffee, "Um and y-yea I agree with you. Stage performances all the way!"

Kurt giggled nervously and Blaine looked up as a car drove past the window, Kurt's eyes shinning a bright turquoise-blue, catching Blaine's breath in his throat.

"So, what made you want to get into photography?" Kurt asked, his question bring Blaine's attention back, sitting up excitedly to talk about Photography.

"Well my mother, God rest her soul, was absolutely stunning, as I can remember, and my father would paint her on his days off...now me, I can't paint, but I was always intrigued by the details and time he took to make her look incredible on his canvas. There was always a story behind each painting he did of her. Whether it was from when they first met, to their wedding day and to the day she passed away. You can always interpret that in his work. Anyways, how that ties in with me, I fell in love with art, but I decided to do it through pictures. We live in a world full of technology, also, like I said, I can't paint for my life," Blaine chuckled, "so photography is my way to tell stories of the world I live in."

Kurt couldn't help the wide smile that came to his face during Blaine's story, "W-wow, that's one hell of an answer." Kurt giggled taking a sip from his coffee.

"My parents have always been my biggest inspiration!" Blaine grinned, "But what about you and modeling?"

"I model when I can," Kurt shrugged lightly," meaning when Isabelle wants me too." He smirked pausing, "but since I turned thirteen, I've always wanted to do something in the fashion world." Kurt grinned with a slight twinkle in his eye. "When I turned eighteen and I graduated high school, I got an internship at Vogue been there ever since, and now I'm the second most important person in that company." Kurt smirked feeling proud of himself saying those words.

"That's amazing! You two have been a joy to work with so far. Isabelle definitely pushed me during that shoot, but I was able to do things my way too, if that makes sense…I'm looking forward to taking some pictures of you soon." Blaine smiles going on, not realizing he's rambling. "You're very good-looking and I would love to get the opportunity to be able to capture your beauty far better than anyone else has…"

Kurt blushed his eyes flickering up to Blaine's hazel ones, "I'm flattered."

Blaine blushed hard right after Kurt realizing what he said, "I'm sorry," He laughed nervously shaking his head. "Sometimes I speak before I think."

Kurt smirked, his eyes changing color again as a car passed. Blaine could help but stare into his eyes about to comment on how unconditionally perfect they were, but he decided to keep his mouth shut instead and picking up a menu. "Have you eaten here before?" He asked.

Kurt shrugged lightly, "Once or twice for meetings, but that only had coffee involved." Kurt smiled picking up a menu looking through it, "Any suggestions?" Kurt quirked an eyebrow looking up at Blaine through his tick lashed smirking.

Blaine failed to notice Kurt's look, eyes still glued to the menu, "The fettucini is amazing."

"Well, it looks like you got me to break my diet tonight Mr. Anderson. I'll be having the fettucini." Kurt grinned closing the menu.

Kurt sighed leaning back in his chair behind his desk, tapping his fingers aimlessly on the arm rest. He hated Mondays. Why? It was a dead day, he always thought it was completely pointless, it was just full of meetings that consisted of just sitting around and drinking coffee.

Kurt groaned out of boredom spinning a circle in his chair glancing over at his desk seeing his phone. He tapped his fingers again and scooted towards the desk picking up his phone unlocking it and goes to his messages pulling up him and Blaine's conversation and taps reply.

From: Kurt

To: Blaine

Sushi? 7:00pm?

He bit his lip hesitantly hitting send putting down his phone on the desk.

Blaine felt his phone buzz in his hand and he pulled it out smiling at the message replying.

From: Blaine

To: Kurt

Perfect.

Kurt's head snapped towards his phone picking it up quickly smiling to himself replying quickly.

From: Kurt

To: Blaine

Nippon Restaurant? 155 E 52nd St?

Blaine leaned against a lamppost replying.

From: Blaine

To: Kurt

Why not now? I'm in the area?

Kurt's eyes light up and he beamed at his phone quickly scattering to pick up his bag putting his over his shoulder

replying a quick 'sure' and he put his phone into his bag trotting down the hallway tapping on the glass to Isabelle's office. "I'm going out!"

Isabelle furrowed her brow and lightly smirked and gave him a thumbs up, "Get some lover boy!" She yelled back laughing lightly to herself.

Kurt rushed down to the restaurant getting them a table towards that back, he sat down in the chair putting his bag down near his feet taking off his coat, crossing his legs. Pulling out his phone he replied to a few short emails while waiting for Blaine.

"Hi, I'm here, sorry, I was a little further than I expecting." Blaine huffed grinning sitting down, Kurt not noticing. "Hey, Mr. Texter." Blaine teased snapping his thumb in front of Kurt grinning.

Kurt's head snapped up towards him his cheek turning a light pink, "Oh god, forgive me!" Kurt chuckled lightly feeling utterly embarrassed. "Sorry, sorry." Kurt spilled his phone into his pocket drinking some water.

Blaine smiled taking off his coat, "Long day?"

Kurt sighed lightly, "You don't know the half of it." His blush deepening.

Blaine grinned at how pink Kurt was turning and leaned forward a bit in his seat, "Looks like someone needs a drink…" Blaine sat back and waves for the waiter ordering a bottle of Chardonnay for their table.

"Fine then, I'm paying for this." Kurt chuckled lightly and the waiter walked away as Blaine took out a camera from his bag. "New camera?"

Blaine looked at the camera and back up at Kurt shaking his head, "No, actually this was my very first camera, my dad bought me when I went off to college." He turned the camera to show the engraving on the bottom to him. "See? It says 'To Blaine, tell a story through your eyes. Love, Dad'"

Kurt smiled gently looking up into Blaine's eyes, "That's so sweet…" He looked back at the engraving re-reading it again. "H-how often do you see your dad?"

Blaine set down the camera on the table, "I try to see him at least twice a month. He lives upstate so it's hard to travel up there with no car…" He shrugged lightly.

"You could always barrow my car if you wish." Kurt suggested with a smile.

Blaine quickly shook his head, a light smile coming to his face, "Oh no, no, that's alright." He looked over at the waiter bring over the Chardonnay thanking him as he pours the glasses putting it in front of them, Kurt quickly picking up his glass quickly.

Blaine grinned and they both took sips and Blaine put down his glass looking up into Kurt's eyes, "But thank you for the offer…" He said kindly.

Kurt smirked lightly, "Okay, so it's my turn to ask the questions."

"I haven't asked any yet...how about I take a go at it? And this one doesn't count." Blaine chuckled.

Kurt's smile grew wider, "I meant from last night… So how old are you?"

Blaine blushed, "Oh, I did talk a lot last night, um–" He smiled sitting up straighter, "Between 21 and 25...take a guess…"

"Twenty-four."

"Close, twenty-three." Blaine smirked taking another sip from his wine, "Okay, next question."

Kurt bit his lip lightly, "This is probably a little personal, but how did your mom die?" Their eyes locked, Kurt's eyes going soft as he traced the rim of the glass with his finger.

Blaine swallowed hard, fussing in his seat before leaning back and putting down his glass folding his hands on the table, his voice quieter. "Well um, it was right before I left for college. I remember she told me she was going out to meet a friend for lunch and that she'd be home before dinner." Blaine fixed his attention at the napkin in front of him. "She never came home that night. The next morning the cops showed up at our house and said she was in a four-way car accident in the city…" Blaine went quiet thinking of the memory.

Kurt's mouth parted slightly, "G-god, I'm so sorry…" Kurt's eyes flickered down, "It's hard to lose someone, trust me…"

Blaine fiddled with his thumbs, looking up at Kurt, his eyes wet, "Did you ever lose someone close to you?"

Kurt nodded leaning back in the chair his arms crossing, "When I was twenty-one I lost my father to cancer… He only wanted me there and he passed away holding my hand…"

Blaine blinked in a bit of shock, "Oh my God, Kurt, I-I'm so sorry." He stuttered. "I can only imagine how you must have felt. I mean I love my mother, but I wasn't there when it happened…"

"It was peaceful, I mean he wasn't in pain…" Kurt's eyes filled with tears and he blinked them away looking up. "I still talk to my step-mom, and I go there every holiday… I'm just happy he got to see me exceed my goals…" Kurt sadly smiled.

Blaine nodded giving Kurt a small smile, "Where's your birth mom, if you don't mind me asking…"

"She died when I was very young, I don't really remember her much… I grew up since I was eight-up with my step-mom."

Blaine's eyebrows went up slightly, "Ah…" He picked up his glass taking a long sip from his wine, swallowing home. Kurt picked up his glass finishing it off, "On the brighter side, Isabelle is like my second mom to me…" Kurt's smile grew a bit wider. "Anyways, where did you grow up?"

"Brooklyn. Born and raised," Blaine grinned, "near Coney Island."

"Oh a Brooklyn Boy!" Kurt exclaimed excitedly. "I'm shocked you don't have the classic accent!"

Blaine smirked and pulled off the most fake Brooklyn accent, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout?!" He giggled light and his voice goes back to normal, "Nah, I went to film school in Cali before transferring to NYU, so it kind of went away I guess…it comes back every now and then." Blaine quirked a smile at Kurt, happy that the mood got lifted.

Kurt grinned playing with the rim of his glass, "I grew up in Ohio… of all fucking places, Ohio." He started laughing at himself and Blaine screeched up his nose giggling.

"Did you live on a farm?"

"Oh god no…" He giggled. "That's like my worse nightmare, but I did live in buck wild. Lima, it's literally the smallest town there."

"Never heard of it." Blaine smirked.

"Hence small." Kurt teased.

Blaine smiled leaning back in his chair, "So, Kurt, why did you ask me to dinner tonight?"

Kurt shrugged gently, "I don't know, I wanted to have another date–" Kurt blush furiously at what he just said, "I-I meant meeting, I wanted to know more about you…" Mentally slapping himself, he sighed.

Blaine sat up more, his smile growing wider as he blushed as well, "Right, meeting…"