Blaine had been surprised to turn up and be presented with his own good sized desk, big enough to fit a 32" Apple computer, three phones and a large book of designs Kurt had dropped off on Blaine's desk that morning.

He'd taken the time to personalize it, with a picture of him, Cooper and their parents in front of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, taken Blaine's sophomore year of high school, and another with Wes and David, clad in their Warbler uniforms. He smiled as he looked at his two best friends and made a mental note to call them soon. Maybe a warbler reunion was in store?

He was snapped out of his daydream as a body appeared in front of him.

"We're going to meet the Kaye's at Rizinio's, the Italian restaurant. I need you to come with me and take notes."

Kurt swept out of the room without waiting for a reply, causing Blaine to stumble as he stood up and tried to tug his coat on whilst simultaneously sorting his curly mop out.

Rachel winked as he passed and handed him a notebook and pen. His attempts to clean himself up as he rushed gained him a giggle but he ignored her, his face heating up slightly. He wanted to make a good impression, to gain trust, obviously. That's why he was here and that's the only reason, He kept crossly reminding himself.

He met Kurt at the elevator. Blaine stopped and looked down at his blue jumper and grey coloured pants and winced. He felt a little underdressed compared to Kurt, who looked fabulous always but seemingly even more so now.

He was clad in a crisp, white shirt, the tightest black pants Blaine had ever seen and a black blazer with beautiful silk detailing paired with a killer pair of white doc martins.

He looked up to Kurt raising an eyebrow questioningly and Blaine realised he'd been staring at Kurt's outfit for a good thirty seconds. He hurriedly pressed the elevator button and they stepped in.

"Who are the Kaye's?" Blaine, asked as the silence in the car became uncomfortable between them.

Kurt didn't answer for a few moments.

"An extremely important engaged couple and the bride's on the prowl for a wedding dress - which I hope to design. So keep your mouth shut and don't screw this up."

Blaine blinked at the hard look Kurt directed in him, but nodded and held the door open, where Kurt greeted a small blonde woman, all Botox and fake smiles, and her husband-to-be, an older man with slightly greying hair, mouth set in a thin line. The next hour was uneventful, Blaine obediently noting down all of the ideas and demands set by the couple.

Blaine was stretching his hand to prevent cramp when he and Kurt left.

"Did you get all of that?"

Blaine nodded and Kurt raised an eyebrow, holding his hand out. Blaine placed the notebook in his palm and Kurt tapped his fingers against it in a slow rhythm.

"I have some jobs I need you to do."

Blaine again, nodded.

"First of all, I need you to take a trip across town to Lacey's coffee shop where my roommate, a tall, slim blonde girl called Brittany will give you a set of keys. You must notlose them. She knows you're coming but when you arrive; say the word 'unicorn' so she knows it's you."

Blaine's eyebrows rose, but Kurt continued nevertheless.

"Then I need you to pick up my dry cleaning, pick up the latest Vogue, Elle and today's newspapers, take Coco on a walk around central park, then feed her and on your way back to the office, get me coffee. I expect you to be back for 3pm."

"Wha- With all due respect, its 2 o'clock now!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Better get started then, haven't we?" Kurt challenged, stepping into his car and driving away.

Blaine started making mental plans in his head, key, clothes, magazines, dog, coffee, 3pm, but he knew it was a lost cause on his own.

He picked up his phone and dialled.

"Coop, I hope you're not busy. I'm going to need some help."

Kurt smirked as he watched the second hand travel the last 30 seconds of 1:59pm. This is the perfect way to test whether an assistant is Kurt Hummel material; Set an impossible amount of work and see if they meet the deadline. More often and not, after this experiment, Kurt is on the hunt for a new PA.

Last five seconds.

His door flung open gracefully and Blaine strutted through, smugly beaming.

"Here are your keys and magazines," Blaine placed them in front of Kurt. "Brittany wanted me to remind you that she is very excited for your 'America's Next Top Model' marathon tonight."

Kurt flushed slightly and Blaine's stomach fluttered, but he ignored it and ploughed on."

"Your dry cleaning is hung up in your cloakroom ready for collection and your dog has been fed, walked, bathed and delivered to Rachel who said she would escort him home."

Kurt was delighted Blaine seemed to have forgotten one thing.

"And one grande non-fat mocha, piping hot. Is there anything else you would like?"

Kurt's mouth opened slightly and he shook his head.

Blaine spun on his head and walked out of the office with his head held high. Kurt waited until the door was firmly closed before he let a smile grace his face.