Tina walked with Kurt quietly up the stairs, Kurt could see that she was thinking and had something to say. He nudged her gently and smiled, encouraging her to speak.
“Hotdogeteria.” She said quietly, it was so quiet it was like a whisper. Kurt looked at her confused and she repeated herself, this time she spoke a bit louder. “Maggie sold the fashion house to them. They want to trash the place on Saturday and make it into a Hotdogeteria.”
Kurt’s jaw dropped in shock and they continued up the stairs in silence, while Kurt looked around at the shop he loved so much. They went to the studio, making Kurt smile.
“Wow!” Kurt gasped.
“What is it?” Tina asked.
“The studio. I remember it so alive and magical. Like anything could happen and be created up here. Coming up where when I was little, it felt like a place where dreams could come true, you know?” Kurt wasn’t sure if Tina understood but she looked at him with wide eyes and a large smile, nodding her head quickly.
“Yes, yes, I do know!” She practically jumped up and down in excitement. Finally someone who understood her. This made her so happy.
Kurt gasped and ran past Tina to a dress in the corner of the room. It was sleeveless and was pink on the top with a purple wavy skirt; it had ribbons on it with lots of glitter. “I so called it! The Paris fashion press and totally insane!”
Tina was so confused. She walked over to Kurt to see his hands touching up the fabric of the dress. “What?”
“What they said about Aunt Maggie’s designs. I mean, look at this dress. It’s totally Vogue-worthy.” Kurt kept admiring the dress, not seeing Tina blush a deep red.
“Y-You really think so?”
“Yeah!” Kurt turned round and smiled at her. “Wait, don’t you?”
“It’s hard to say. Actually, this one isn’t one of Maggie’s. I designed that one myself.” Tina said nervously.
Kurt was shocked. He didn’t expect that, it was a good shock though. “Tina! I didn’t know you designed. Aunt Maggie never said anything.”
“She doesn’t know. Well I’m not but she doesn’t know about that one. I dabble sometimes, that’s all.”
“No, Tina. You’re a designer.”

Blaine was sat on the plane with his head in his hands, it had landed because of a storm. They were just waiting to get off so he sat there talking to himself.
“Grand gesture. I have to make a grand gesture.” He sighed and looked out of the window, seeing the rain pound against the plane windows. He could hear the thunder and see the lightning and he knew that this plane wasn’t moving anywhere, anytime soon. “And my grand gesture is grounded.”
He turned round to see a kid sat next to him, he had red hair and a blue hat which matched his blue shirt and shorts. The kid stuck his tongue out at Blaine and blew raspberries at him. But then Blaine’s phone rang, he took it out of his pocket and answered it.
“Blaine. Wait, aren’t you on a plane?” Rachel asked.
“If you thought that, why did you call me? Never mind. Sort of. We got grounded due to a storm.” Blaine sighed again. “They’re unloading us in a minute, no clue when we’ll take off.”
“Will you get a hotel and wait it out?” Mercedes asked, telling Blaine that Rachel had it on speaker. But down the phone, the girls could hear the kid next to Blaine making sounds like “na-na-na-na-na-na!”
“Knock it off!” Blaine said to the kid before going back to the phone. “No. No waiting. Grand gesture, remember? I need to get to Paris and see Kurt as soon as I can.”
“How?” Mercedes asked.
“Um... I’ll rent a car.” Blaine thought up, trying to ignore the kid making sounds and faces next to him.
“You’re driving to Paris?” Rachel asked, really confused and shocked at how far Blaine was going to go.
“No! To the next airport that can fly out.”
“Oh wait! Save your money.” Rachel gasped, remembering something. “I have a cousin near you so he can take you.”
“Okay, thank you so much. I’ll take his number. I’ll hang up and text it to me. Thank you!” Blaine said before hanging up. He turned round to see the kid almost in his face, making sounds and pulling funny faces. Blaine got so annoyed that he started doing the same back to the kid, making faces and sounds, sticking his tongue out, pulling at his ears and crossing his eyes. But what he didn’t realise was, was that it scared the young boy and the kid started crying. He was crying so hard and grabbed onto Blaine’s shirt, blowing his nose in it. Blaine panicked and was a bit grossed out; he didn’t know what to do. He was telling him to shush and started singing but nothing worked. Then Blaine had an idea.
“If I give you a dollar will you stop crying?” Blaine got out a dollar and held it out to the kid who immediately stopped crying.

Kurt came running down the stairs to find Aunt Maggie when he saw her skating round the room with a box.
“Aunt Maggie!” He called. “Look at this. Tina made this dress.”
Aunt Maggie stopped and gasped, looking at the beautiful dress and skated over to see it closer. “Oh. Now that’s a dress to be reckoned with.”
“Tina designed it.” Kurt said, looking back at a blushing Tina was had just come down the stairs.
“Oh, it’s so intricate. All that sparkle.” Aunt Maggie held the dress in her hands and couldn’t believe how amazing it was. “This is glorious!”
“Does that mean you’ll consider not selling?” Kurt asked.
“I’m sorry my dear. I’ve already sold the building. To get out of the contract would cost a fortune. I’d have to design and sell a whole new fashion line to make that kind of money.”
“Could you?” Kurt asked thoughtfully.
“By Friday? No way and even if I could, people don’t like my work anymore. It wouldn’t sell. I’m sorry but I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

Aunt Maggie skated off back to the office, just missing the next thing that happened which was a shock and incredible. A woman came into the fashion house after seeing Kurt with the dress in his hands. The woman could not speak English but thankfully everyone could understand her.
“Cette robe. Je n'ai jamais rien vu de tel.” That dress. I've never seen anything like it. She said.
“Bien s�r que non. C'est un original supr�mement exclusive de mademoiselle Tina. Maggie couturier nouvelle. Vous �tes le premier � le voir, � ce jour.” Of course not. It's a supremely exclusive original from mademoiselle Tina. Maggie's top new designer. You're the first to see it, so far. Kurt replied, holding the dress up so the woman could see better.
“Puis-je essayer?” May I try it on? The woman almost begged. Kurt nodded and the woman ran with the dress to the built in changing room. She emerged a few minutes later, looking absolutely stunning. “Je dois l'avoir!” I must have it!
Kurt wrote down a price for the woman who looked stunned. Her face exploded into a huge smile and bounced up and down.
“C'est une bonne affaire. Je vous remercie beaucoup. Je vais le porter hors de la boutique.” It's a steal. Thank you so much. I'll wear it out of the shop. The woman said before leaving the shop.

“Oh my god! A steal?! Can you imagine if you had a whole line of dresses like that? You could—“ Kurt paused and gasped, staring at Tina. “Aunt Maggie said that she couldn’t make a sell and whole line by Friday but you can and we can have a big fashion show to show them off!”
“But I’m not a designer. I made a dress but I can’t make a fashion line.”
“You can do this and we’ll surround you with inspiration. How’s that?”
“We can only try.”