"I told you already!" The blond man sighed "I called our people in New York and told them that you agreed to launch your new collection there! I also called the newspaper and gave them the news and I'm pretty sure that Martin did the same thing when I gave him the news."

"Xavier…" Kurt seethed "I'm going to kill you! I've avoided going to New York for 10 years and now you're just going to toss me over there?"

"Well that was the plan… not that I 'planned' this, but when Martin asked you to go to New York I found it too good to resist." Xavier leaned back on the leather couch and stared around Kurt's office.

"Hey, when am I going to get an actual office? Being in your office is fun and all but I don't wanna sit in the corner the whole time. Maybe I could get a sign that says 'Kurt Hummel's Assistant' in big, gold letters! What do you think?"

Kurt stared at his assistant and alleged best friend, before closing his eyes and tipping his head back.

"Oh my god, oh my god." He kept muttering under his breath.

"What's so bad about New York anyway? It's my hometown! Okay not really I was born in Jersey but New York sounds cooler."

"'What's so bad about New York?'! There are thugs and a lot of shady people and… and…"

"Blaine?" Kurt blushed and Xavier just smirked at him.

"Shut up. You know that he's taboo."

"Hey listen man, it's been 10 years. I think it's time to move on. I'm pretty sure I said that already." He gave Kurt a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, try 3 days ago when you tried to ask me out… again." Kurt gave him a smirk. "I can't say I blame you, though. I am irresistible."

Xavier blushed but then smiled; it was good to see that the initial panic had gone away. "Well then, princess, you think you're tough enough to make it in the big city?"

He wanted to see his best friend happy even if it meant with someone else and after Kurt had turned him down for the 5th time he figured it was time to take matters into his own hands.

Kurt scoffed. "Kurt Hummel not being able to handle something? In your dreams." He looked out the window "You know, maybe you're right. It's been too long. I can do this."

"You think you'll see him again?" Xavier looked at him hopefully and patted his lap to motion him to sit.

"Maybe," Kurt sat next to him "I haven't talked to him in more than 10 years, for all I know he's moved to Alaska with his new husband." He put his head on Xavier's shoulder "Which is another reason I have to move on, isn't it? I separated myself physically now all that's left is to get it through my perfectly done head that what Blaine and I had is over."

"Hey, I know I sort of rushed you into this, but it's a good step to recovery, you know? I want to see you happy; I always have, ever since collage."

"Thanks, you're sweet…. And I'm sorry I can't take on the role you want me to. I care for you too, just not… in that way."

"Hey, no worries. As long as I can still have your friendship I'll be fine." Xavier smiled at him before standing up. "Well, let's get moving, princess! We have to be in New York in 3 days and we have to pack and we haven't decided what accessories we're going to use for suit number 3 and dress number 2." His goofy smile was replaced by the serious business face that Kurt was still not used to.

"Right, and did you call in advanced to tell the makeup teams that they would be coming along, as well?"

"Yeah, I called everyone… except Alonso."

"What? Why not Alonso? He is your brother." Kurt knew exactly why Xavier didn't want his brother to tag along, but decided to torture his best friend a little.

"Please Kurt! Can Alonso just not go! We can get a new hairstylist! A better one!" Xavier had on a panic struck face.

"Nope sorry, he's one of the best and my designs call for some of the best!" He tried to hide his smirk "Plus, Alonso is so nice! I couldn't do that to him. Call him up later in the day and tell him the plan."

"Yes, sir." Xavier sulked "Oh! Now that we agreed on New York, you have to go to room 201 to the conference meeting, they need to know what the line will be called and other basic information. Also the boss wants to see you in his office, something about "Taking Hummel designs to America" the same thing he's always talking about."

"Alright. I need you to come with me to that after the conference meeting. I'll call when it's over and for now go through my contacts and invite my family and some friends who live in America, everyone here will get a sneak peek at the collection before we fly over."

"No problem."

Kurt walked out the room his blue demines sticking tightly to his body and Xavier couldn't help but stare as he left.

He walked over to Kurt's desk; it was black with a glass top but it was hardly visible under all the papers and pictures that was in an organized chaos. He had 3 pictures on his desk; the first of his father, his mother and of him as a toddler, the second of him as he graduated high school with his brother, step-mother and father at his side and the last of him and Xavier side by side as they held their diplomas.

Xavier sat in the large chair and started to scroll down his list of contacts, sending an invitation to Finn, Mercedes, Noah (Puck), Wes and David, Sam, Tina and Mike, Kurt's father and step-mother, Lauren, Quinn, Santana, Artie, Brittney and even one to Rachel Berry each invitation saying that they could invite up to 4 people. Satisfied with his work, Xavier stared at the computer screen and decided that since he still had time he would search up Kurt's name online.

He enjoyed watching Kurt's old performances and when he had found Kurt's performance of 4 minutes, it had been 3 months before the people in the office stopped playing it. He searched him and found a video of the boy singing Candles at a Regional competition in 2011. He had heard Kurt talk about that competition, saying it was one of the few competitions that the Warblers had lost but he never mentioned that he had been the one to sing one of the songs. Intrigued he clicked on it. He watched as a young Kurt stepped away from the group in his blue and red uniform and then followed by slightly shorter curly haired boy as they started to harmonized.

Xavier closed his eyes and let the music surround him. Both voices worked so beautifully together and it made him relax. He opened their eyes and watched as the boys started to sing to each other instead of the audience, he knew instantly that the boy was Blaine. Working on impulse he opened a new window and searched Blaine's name, learning that the boy still lived in New York and was but a mere 20 minutes away from where the fashion show would be held. He sent Blaine the same email he had sent everyone else and closed the tab.

"Maybe this will work out after all."