"Hi! What can I get you?"

"A grande non-fat mocha and a biscotti to go", Kurt was in a Starbucks on his way to work. It was early in the morning, a very stressed Kurt had jumped straight out of bed after getting an alarming call from Isabelle. As it turned out, the new magazine issue was in dire need of another photoshoot, so up and go it is.

"Grande non-fat mocha!", the barsita called out in the tiny yet comfy Starbucks shop. Kurt grabbed his coffee and biscotti, and continued on his route to work - his phone basically clinging to his left ear as he tried his best to avoid the busy traffic.

The morning at the office was a haze as staff ran around trying to assemble a new idea for the photoshoot, calling models and photgraphers, looking for a proper location and the perfect props. Kurt himself was also panicking as he was assigned to find designers with last minute fashion to provide.

"Kurt, give me an update!", Isabelle asked as she passed by his desk.

"I have Moschino, Marc Jacobs, Micheal Kors and Gucci. How many are needed?"

"We need at least five more, try Dolce or Burberry."

Kurt continued to assemble designers who could help out in this very last minute of a quick fix shoot. When done, he had to run down to the art director and ask what he needed more specifically. It was a tedious and stressful morning, with many mishaps and successes. When finally lunch time approached, he had finished all his tasks and could relax back in his office chair, content and pleased with his efforts. Then he remembered he had forgotten one task and quickly reached for his phone.

"Hello, this is Kurt Hummel, Vogue. Could I speak to your staff responsible for inventory?"

"Hold please."

"Inventory", the person on the other end said.

"Hello, this is Kurt Hummel from Vogue. We are in need of some of your skirts from the most recent collection."

"Yes, we have some right here. When and where do you need them?"

"Times Square, 12 sharp - thanks!" Kurt hung up the phone and let out a deep breatht. Now they should have everything necessary for the photoshoot. He checked his phone for messages and missed calls when he suddenly was startled by Isabelle's voice.

"Kurt, I need to see you in my office right now", Isabelle said as she passed Kurt's desk on her way to her office. Kurt gulped and rose from his seat to hurry into Isabelle's office.

"Take a seat, Mr. Hummel, because I think there is something you need to tell me", Isabelle had a perfect poker face while Kurt was sweating, trying to recollect his memories to figure out what he had possibly done wrong.

"Explain this", Isabelle unfolded and held up today's newspaper, which had a bold, big headline reading:

BLAINE ANDERSON PROPOSES TO BOYFRIEND AT CONCERT

Kurt let out a sigh of relief and giggled lovingly at the memory.

"Well, tell me then Kurt! I need to know everything! Most importantly, did you say yes?".

"Of course I said yes! As if I would ever say no, especially when he had dragged me up on stage in a blindfold, serenaded me in front of half of New York and then got down on one knee. Anyway, do you recall that I mentioned how I wouldn't be available during the afternoon yesterday because of a meeting someone booked with me?"

Isabelle nodded in agreement, eager to hear the whole story.

"Well, a car had been sent to escort me and I didn't know where it was going, all I knew was that I was supposed to meet up with a new top designer. Earlier that morning at breakfast, when I asked Blaine what his plans were for the day, he was acting very dodgy. Apparently that," Kurt pointed towards the newspaper's headline "was what he had planned all along!"

"That sounds wonderful, Kurt! Now let's go for lunch, my treat. I want all the juicy details! Oh, and did you get everything fixed for the photoshoot?"

Kurt gave her a nod.

"Of course you did. Let's go!"