The sun had finally made an appearance and warm golden light spilled in to the large room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.They had auditioned 32 girls, each for 4 minutes. Kurt Hummel just wasted 128 minutes of his life on the talent-less wretches that thought they had the slightest chance of making it into his production. Auditions were pointless either way, when Rachel comes back from her trip to Paris she would be given the part, no doubt about it. Last month she had decided she needed a break from it all so she escaped to Paris with Finn. They were still so in love after all this time, Kurt was both envious and sickened by it. Love seemed so trivial to Kurt now as an adult. He can remember when he was younger he'd always dream about his soul mate coming from a distant land with a thousand roses to sweep him off his feet. How ridiculous.

"Mr.Hummel? Mr.Hummel are you feeling okay?" The soft, tentative voice brought him back to reality. Ah yes, Ms.Whats-Her-Face just finished her audition and Kurt had to give his feedback. "Fantastic. We'll let you know." Well Bleach Blond Barbie seemed happy enough, prancing away from them and out of the room. Poor girl. If she wasn't such an airhead maybe she would've known that those words meant nothing, or at least maybe seen the disdain etched across Kurt's face and gotten the hint. Kurt let his gaze wander to his assistant, bent over the table to talk to the producer, Anastasia Geoffrey. Apparently his mother saved Anastasia's life at a dinner once and that's how Anderson landed the job here. Kurt and Anastasia were friendly enough, getting a little closer everyday. But in that moment all Kurt could do was gape at how those jeans hugged Blaine's backside in an extremely provocative manner. He could almost feel his hands wrapping around Blaine's hips, pulling him closer. Suddenly Blaine turned to face Kurt and he could feel the heat surge up his neck and up to his cheeks. Blaine walked over to Kurt, a slight smile on his face.

"Well, I guess its time for lunch, Mr.Hummel. Do you need me to get you anything?" Kurt could feel his parched lips moving, trying to form words. He was finally able to sputter something intelligible out. "Just coffee please, Anderson." He waved his hand , dismissing Blaine and as he turned to walk away, he watched him walk out the doors. The slight sway of his hips stirred a small sigh from inside Kurt's chest. Damn boy. "See something you like?" Kurt jumped at Anastasia's voice. She'd closed the space between them without him noticing. Then again, he had been quite preoccupied with his fantasies. Evidently, Ana had taken notice. "Must you always put your nose where it doesn't belong, Anastasia? And for your information, I was just making sure Mr.Anderson knew which door was the exit. You know how mindless these assistants can be." There was the famous Kurt Hummel, just as snippy as ever. His shield didn't fool Anastasia, though. "Are you planning on hiding behind your wall of snarky remarks forever Kurt? I know you want him. He plays for your team, in case you weren't sure", Anastasia concluded with a smug grin and arched eyebrows. Ana was only a few years older than Kurt, but her mother was a beautiful, brilliant actress and her father a famous composer. She had showbiz in her blood, as well as a tendency to get under people's skin. She was lovable but in the extremely annoying little sister kind of way. She did have a good point. Blaine was gay and available, but Kurt's nagging subconscious wasn't going for it.

"It's none of my business Ana, nor is it yours. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make a call." She gave him a smirk and a This-Isn't-Over-Yet-Hummel look and returned to her laptop, typing ferociously in a matter of seconds. Kurt took this opportunity to call Rachel and when she didn't pick up, he left her a message, begging her to come back and save him from these inept starlit wannabees. A glorious cup of Starbucks was gently placed before him, and he looked up into those amazing hazel eyes and he never wanted to look away. "One grande non-fat mocha for a Mister Kurt Hummel." Blaine's soft, playful voice rang through his ears like the sweetest symphony. Wait, what did he just say? "How do you know my coffee order?" Blaine never ceased to amaze him. How much more wonderful could he get?

"I wish I could tell you, but it's just something about you.I don't know really, it just sort of comes to me." Now it was Blaine's turn to blush. Here he was, in the presence of the Kurt Hummel. His first day was certainly going well.He admired this man so much and it was pretty incredible that he was even given the opportunity to work with him. Now that he was this close to Kurt, he could see why Anastasia had taken a liking to him. He was quite lovely really. His crystal clear blue eyes were brighter than any ocean he's ever seen. Even under the harsh lights, Kurt's skin looked heavenly, glowing and tender. Oh how he wished he could stroke his arm and feel how soft his skin was. His hair was a deep chestnut brown and in the sun he could see slight flecks of copper. He was almost too good to be true. But here he was, inches away from this sex god with whom he had no chance with. As their eyes met, hazel to blue, Blaine could have sworn he felt a connection, some sort of electrical charge, but the eye contact was too brief to be sure.

"T-Thanks, Anderson" Kurt felt like he was a love-struck teenager again. Not that he'd ever fallen in love when he was a teenager. He was sort of persona non grata back in high school. He was gay, he was in Glee Club, and he lived in a small town.Link those things together and you get a very unhappy camper. But those days were behind him. So why did he feel this way? Why was he at a loss for words whenever Blaine even glanced in his direction? He was just another gay guy in New York, there were hundreds if not thousands in this city. Sure, Kurt had a few boyfriends, but nothing really serious. Maybe if he pushed Blaine to his limit he would just quit like all the other assistants. Then maybe this irritating nagging feeling would just disappear. But there was Blaine, standing a few inches from him, his lips parted as though he was about to start talking again.

"Please, Mr.Hummel, call me Blaine." Oh god, his name was already so enchanting, but when it came out of his mouth it sounded even better. Kurt felt like his tongue had been cut out, twisted into a sheet knot and sewn back into his mouth. " Uh, sure, Blaine." Just then, Kurt decided it was now or never. He'd have to go full bitch mode to get this guy to run for the hills. "While your here, how about you make yourself useful and go make a copy of the script and get it rushed delivered to Paris. I'll text you the address of where I want it sent once your out of here. Oh, and Blaine? Before you go, make sure you head to the front desk and see if they can do something about the lack of heat, it's positively freezing in here. Thanks." He could feel the smug smile stretch across his face as Blaine's took a look of absolute confusion. After a beat, Blaine turned to leave , his eyebrows still furrowed. Kurt had succeeded in enlightening this fresh face to the way things worked around here. He had regained control. So why did he feel so shitty? He had a feeling Blaine wasn't going to be an easy egg to crack. He was in for quite an exciting week.