“Really? None of you have ANY ideas?” He glanced around the room pointedly. “I hired a bunch of brainless drones?” He knew this comment was out of line but fuck he had been having an awful day. Firstly, his magazine, Class, had no class. It consisted mainly of tasteless articles about gossip and the occasional article about gay rights. Truly ground breaking stuff, really. Kurt looked around the room again, expecting someone to speak up, give a fresh idea. He was met with a bunch of blank expressions on his shit for workers’ faces.

“I’m disappointed,” he said, looking to a girl in a purple dress. “Tiffany. You have notes. What’s written?” The dark-skinned girl scratched at her forehead nervously and steadied herself.

“I was thinking florals would make-”

“FLORALS,” Kurt scoffed. “Because florals definitely were not featured two issues ago.” Sweeping the room with his eyes, he gathered his documents and stood up. The other girls in the room tensed up. “Until you all have better ideas, I’m going to go work on this issue alone.” He said with an air of annoyance as he turned around.

“Maybe hire some new interns too.” He turned to the door and left the group behind, abandoning them in the florescent artificial lights of the board room.

Kurt was simply annoyed with what he had become. An editor for a magazine that clearly needed an axe instead of him, he tried to stay away from the bitchy-fashion-editor- a la Devil Wears Prada type, but the girls that had completely disappointed him needed a good ole’ verbal bitch slap. 23 and hopelessly employed to a position that was doomed to leave him bankrupt and unemployed soon anyways, he sat down at his desk and glared at his title. Mr. Hummel. Running his hand through his styled hair, he slouched in his seat, grateful to see a text from Rachel.

Charity gala 2nite. Wanna be my date?

Smiling, he answered that yes, he definitely would. God knows he needed a break from the daily shitfight that was his job.

~

Picking up his drink, he sipped at the bright orange concoction and smiled at Rachel.

“What charity is this for again?” he asked, swirling around the small ornaments that littered his glass.

“Free the Children or something similar… not quite sure.” She pulled at her dark dress. “Scott didn’t really give me any details.” Scott. A new guy. Despite being one of the busiest girls around, she still somehow had time to flit between boyfriends – and this one seemed to be a tree hugger. Wonderful.

“Scott,” he repeated, with a blank stare towards Rachel.

“You know Scott!” She replied. He shook his head.

“Scott.” She pointed towards a blond headed man, postured slouched, laughing with some guy in a very official suit. With a wince, he turned to her and shook his head.

“Really, Rachel?” She shrugged.

“Anyways, enough about ME, what’s going with you, Kurt?”

“Oh, nothing much. Job’s pretty much a dead end. My amazing contributors came up with absolutely NOTHING today during the meeting. I have to come up with about 6 articles and three trends for Wednesday.” He groaned.
“Tuesday, right. CEO’s touring Tuesday.”

“Well,” Rachel started, looking towards the ceiling. “I just watched that movie, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. They never did write that article… what if you did? Like… the gay version?” Kurt rolled his eyes at first but realized that might have been the best idea all day. At least the most interesting.

“Who would be my target? The plan just has holes…”

“THAT GUY.” Rachel said, pointing towards a guy with messy black curls and a puppy face.