Kurt Hummel, designer extraordinaire, and creater of a thriving clothing line, leaned back in the comfy office chair and sighed wearily. Success, it turned out, was exhausting.  But he was finally done for the day.  Then he perked up, remembering what day it was.  Kurt was quickly loading his paperwork into his shoulder bag when he saw motion out of the corner of his eye.

A shadow flitted across the door to his office as Kurts receptionist warily poked her head around the corner.  Oh hell, no. Whatever she wanted, he wasnt doing it.  "Mr. Hummel, you have one more last minute appointment in 15 minutes."

"What?! Theres nothing in my calendar, and that wasnt an accident.  Tell me, Dani, do you have any concept of the definition of Date Night?"

"Yes, Kurt, I have a passing familiarity with the term."  Dani, Kurts skilled and long-suffering personal assistant, agreed patiently.  "Ive already called your better half and gotten permission for you to work late.  He was fine with it." 

"What if I dont want to work late?  And just because Blaine was all sweetness and light with you does not mean that I wont be getting into all kinds of trouble when I get home."

"I suspect youre exaggerating.  Anyway, the client will be here any minute and its just a quick face to face.  And once you see him, youll totally forgive me."

Kurt grumbled to himself. Unless it was George Clooney and Brad Pitt requesting matching tuxes for a secret elopement, he wasnt interested.  "Suddenly, I think Im going to need Santana all next week," he called tauntingly as the receptionist ducked away.  "Tell her to plan on staying at my house."

Dani reappeared in the room as if by magic.  "Try it. I may become so distraught that your entire address book might accidentally fall into a toilet."  She shot her boss a bright bite-me smile before returning to her desk.

Game, set, and match to the roller-girl.  Dani was lucky she was such a kick-ass receptionist, Kurt decided.  Not that it really mattered; Blaine adored her, so she clearly wasnt going anywhere.  As he waited for the last minute appointment that he had NOT agreed to, Kurt darkly pondered the current situation.  By all accounts, he should be home, curled around his beautiful, sexy, model boyfriend right now, not spending yet another late night in his office.

"Mr. Hummel, your 6:30 is here," Danis voice clicked over speakerphone.

"Thank you, please show him in."

Dani reappeared a moment later, escorting a tall, dark haired man.  Kurt rose from behind his desk and took one step toward the client before he froze. So.Fucking.Hot. He had the bluest eyes Kurt had ever seen and, while he was generally partial to warm brown, these were...well, guh.  Dark hair framed a gorgeously expressive face.  The client wore a dark blue cashmere sweater that did amazing things for his eyes and slid silkily along his skin with every movement, clinging in just the right places and hinting at the muscle underneath.  The man had a fedora in one hand and reached out to shake Kurts with the other.

Kurt was too shocked to respond for a minute, before he caught himself and hastily stepped forward to shake the mans outstretched hand. What was wrong with him? Kurt worked with half naked models all the time, for Gods sake. The clients smile said he got that reaction all the time and didnt take Kurts response, or lack thereof, personally.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hummel. I appreciate you seeing me at the last minute like this."

"It is absolutely no problem," Kurt replied, and damn, if he meant every word.  "Please, call me Kurt. Im generally on a first name basis with people who are about to take most their clothes off for me."  The line tripped easily from his tongue without embarrassment; it was one of his standard icebreakers. The man chuckled appreciatively.

"This will only take a few minutes, anyway." Kurt told him with a polite smile.  "If you care to tell me what youd like me to design for you, Ill get your measurements and have a few potential sketched out to you in the next few weeks." 

"Fair enough."  The man pulled off his sweater without fanfare, clearly accustomed to fittings; revealing that yes; he did have a strikingly defined six-pack beneath it. Kurt pulled out a measuring tape and got to work while he listened.

"I have a movie premiere coming up early next month and I need a few different suits. One for the red carpet for certain, and a few more casual looks for press promos and the after party.  3-4 would be ideal." 

"That shouldnt be a problem.  Standard protocol is to comp the red carpet suit, provided you dont intend to keep it, and you mention who youre wearing in front of the cameras," Kurt explained as he worked. Dont stare at his ass, dont stare at his ass.

"Id rather just pay so I can keep it, if you dont mind. I think Id like to own something of Kurt Hummels.  And Ill still be glad to name drop." 

Kurt made an agreeable noise as professional detachment finally kicked in and he was able to whip the measuring tape smoothly around the actor with his usual efficiency. "I should have all I need, Mr....oh, Im so sorry.  Im sure my receptionist told me your name but I totally blanked. Ive had a long day." Kurt smiled apologetically.

"Completely understandable. Please, call me Cooper."