There was never a dull moment at the Vogue office. There was always something going on or something happening. Kurt loved it. He loved the fast paced nature of the job; the fact that nothing seemed to stay still for more than five minutes and that new ideas came and went as quickly as they were formed. He loved working in fashion and being able to be a part of the ideas and decision making. It was a dream come true.

When he was younger, Kurt used to make a lot of his outfits. Growing up in Ohio hadn't really been a good place for Kurt to express who he was through clothes but since moving to New York and settling himself in his dream job, Kurt never wasted an opportunity for fashion.

He loved the colours, the fabrics, the intricate designs and all of the potential accessories. It was heaven to him.

"Coffee?"

Kurt looked up, seeing Andrew, one of the interns, holding out a take away coffee cup for him. Kurt gratefully took the offered drink and thanked him.

"Your photos are ready in the lab as well, according to Lauren," Andrew added before leaving.

Kurt collected his phone and coffee and headed to the photo lab on the next floor down. He had been asked to organise a photoshoot the week before for the new line and it was a big responsibility – one that Kurt had never had before. He was proud that Isabelle wanted him to partake in such tasks.

Kurt knocked on the door and entered the room, giving Lauren a nod as she looked up at him.

"Hey, Hummel," she said, setting the sheet of photos in her hand back on the table. "Your photos are over here."

"Thanks," Kurt said and he crossed the room to where Lauren was moving to a computer desk to give him the sample photos.

Kurt looked over the photos once they were in his hand and started to sort them into two piles – the useable ones and the ones he wouldn't use. It was a process that would have to be finalised by Isabelle, of course, but Kurt was able to narrow it down to his top five choices quite easily.

He set aside the others for Lauren to deal with. He looked up to get her attention when he caught a glance at one of the computer screens to Lauren's left. She was clearly editing a photoshoot, enhancing the photos in ways that Kurt couldn't even begin to comprehend. The colours were what captured his attention. He felt like he had seen the top the female model was wearing before.

Kurt shook his head a little – it was a likely possibility that he had seen the top in their wardrobe department. He was about to look away when Lauren zoomed out of the spot she was on and the people filled the screen instead. He paused when he saw Blaine's smiling face staring at him from monitor. He felt his heart thud in his chest, Blaine's smile rooting him to the spot.

"See something you like, Hummel?" Lauren asked, interrupting Kurt's thoughts, a knowing smile on her face.

"Oh," Kurt started. "I kind of know him."

"I bet you do," Lauren teased. Before she could goad him anymore, her phone rang and she answered with a terse "Zizes" before turning back to the computer screens in front of her and minimising the windows she had open.

Kurt collected his photos and the memory stick that went with it and headed back to his office.

He had just sat down in his seat when his cell phone rang. He glanced at the screen, seeing that it was Santana calling, and he answered, a little warily.

"What time do you finish work?" Santana asked by way of greeting. "I need a yoga partner."

Kurt glanced at the clock on his wall. "I should be out in two hours, provided we don't get swamped at the last minute."

"Do you still have your yoga outfit at work?"

"I do," Kurt replied.

"Good, I'll meet you out front in two and a half hours," Santana said. "I need to stretch out before my date tonight."

Kurt rolled his eyes a little. "Of course you do," he replied. "I'll see you then, Santana."

Their conversation ended and Kurt turned back to his work, determined to get through it before the end of the day.

Before Kurt realised it, the two hours had flown by and he was getting told to leave the office by Isabelle, who had stopped by to look at the photos he had chosen. She was happy with all of them, which put Kurt in a good mood. He took his gym bag from the bottom drawer of his desk and headed to the bathrooms to get changed.

He met Santana out the front a short while later and she linked her arm through his, inanely chatting about her day and how work was going. Kurt felt himself relax as Santana talked, enjoying thinking about her and her date instead of thinking about work.

They arrived at their usual yoga place a few minutes later and they set their mats up next to each other, getting into position to wait for their instructor.

"This has been such a long week," Santana commented, folding her legs underneath herself. "Whoever invented weekends rocks."

Kurt smiled at her. "I couldn't agree more," he replied. "I think if I saw another fabric sample or a photoshoot, I may have to gauge my eyes out with a spork."

Santana snorted and reached up to tighten her pony tail.

A few moments later, the room was filled with other yoga members and their instructor took her place before greeting them all warmly. They started out light and slowly moved into various difficult positions. Kurt felt the stress of the week begin to leave his body by the time they were half way through the session. He focused his energy on moving his limbs into the correct positions, trying not to pull a muscle at all.

He could hear Santana exhale next to him as they moved into the Downward Dog for their last position. He held the pose for the required amount of time before their instructor told them they could relax and centre themselves before leaving.

Kurt moved to sit down on his mat and he stretched his neck a little, feeling much looser than he had when he walked in. He stood and rolled his mat up, waiting for Santana to do the same.

"I feel so much better now," Santana said. "How about you?"

Kurt nodded. "Virtually stress-free," he replied with a smile. They moved across the room to where their gym bags were and Kurt popped open his bottle of water and took a drink from it.

Kurt swung his bag over his shoulder and waited for Santana to fix her pony tail before heading out of the room. They had just got out onto the street when Kurt literally bumped into someone.

"Sorry!" he exclaimed automatically. "Oh!"

"We really have to stop meeting like this."

Kurt flushed a little as he stood face to face with Blaine, who was looking as handsome as ever, even in loose clothes clearly meant for working out.

"Do you take yoga too?" Kurt blurted out, thinking about the later yoga class that Kurt and Rachel sometimes attended when Santana couldn't make it.

Blaine smiled at him. "No," he replied. "I teach a tai chi class, actually."

"You do?" Kurt asked incredulously, his mind automatically picturing Blaine in front of a group of people, teaching them tai chi.

Blaine nodded. "You're welcome to join in, if you want? Or have you and your friend finished your work outs for the day?"

Kurt glanced over at Santana who was looking at them with her trademark 'this is so juicy' smirk. "We've finished for the day. We take yoga."

"With Faye? She's a good teacher," Blaine said.

Kurt nodded and was about to ask Blaine something else when he heard a voice calling out his name. He shot Blaine an apologetic look and he turned to look towards whoever had called his name. Kurt's eyes widened in surprise when he saw who it was. He was suddenly scooped up into a tight hug.

"Tobias!" Kurt exclaimed, unable to stop from smiling.

Tobias dipped his head and kissed Kurt soundly on the lips. Kurt felt his body reacting automatically, kissing Tobias back. It had been so long since he had kissed anyone and even longer since he had seen Tobias but there he was, holding Kurt close, in the middle of the street in New York, just outside of where he had a yoga class.

Shit.

Kurt pulled back hastily. "I..." he glanced around, seeing an empty spot where Blaine had been just moments before. His face fell when he realised that Blaine had disappeared and he looked over to Santana, who was looking at them with a perfectly shaped eyebrow arched in disdain.

"If you two are going to suck face in the middle of the street, I'm going to go," Santana said.

"Uh," Kurt mumbled. He glanced up at Tobias who was looking at Kurt with the most smitten look in his eyes. "Do – are you able to come back to our place?" he asked. "I need to change at the very least."

Tobias nodded and slipped his arm from around Kurt's middle to take his hand. "Of course," he replied.

Kurt felt his stomach tighten but not in the familiar, happy-in-love way it used to when he thought about Tobias.

They started walking towards the subway entrance and Kurt couldn't help but look back at the building, hoping that Blaine wasn't hurt by what he had seen.

The moment they were alone in Kurt's bedroom, Tobias pulled Kurt in for another kiss, cupping Kurt's face with his large hands, familiarity washing over him. Kurt broke it a moment later, putting a little bit of distance between them. He couldn't do this. He couldn't just fall back into Tobias' arms, back into what they had before if Tobias was just going to leave again. Their break up, while mutual, had been hard for Kurt. Tobias was Kurt's first love and it wasn't something that he could just tangle himself up in again.

"Kurt?"

Kurt shook his head. "Tobias," he started. "What are you doing here?"

"We've got a week off," Tobias explained. "I thought I'd come and see you."

"And pick up where we left off?"

"Do you not want to?"

Kurt sighed. "Tobias," he started. "You can't... We're not together anymore. Not like before. You can't just come back and start kissing me. What if I had a boyfriend?"

"You don't, though," Tobias replied. "We're still Facebook friends, Kurt."

Kurt sighed. "I know," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just don't want to be some casual thing with you... Especially when you're only here for a week. I can't do that."

Tobias nodded. "So, there's not even a little chance of me getting some booty?"

Kurt snorted and smiled. "No," he replied. "It's good to see you, though." Kurt closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Tobias' middle, hugging him close. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

~*~

Blaine wondered just how long he had to be on a date with someone before it was polite to leave. He didn't want to just leave the guy stranded but he was seriously contemplating it. He had never been so bored in his life and that was saying something because he had been a lawyer for more than a decade.

"...and then, she says it's because my jaw is too big – can you believe that?"

Blaine nodded tightly. "Excuse me," he said. "I just have to go to the bathroom."

Marcus, his date, looked a little affronted before nodding.

Blaine got up from the table and made his way across to the restrooms on the other side of the restaurant. The moment he was in a stall, he sat down on the lid and sighed. He needed to get out of there before he threw his glass of delicious, but over-priced, wine in Marcus' face. The guy was the most self-obsessed person that Blaine had ever met.

From the second they had sat down, Marcus just talked about himself and his job (he was a broker, he had told Blaine proudly, and Blaine was apparently really lucky to even be out with him as he was such a catch. It had taken all of Blaine's strength not to ask why he didn't have a boyfriend or a husband if he was apparently such a catch but his manners and good taste stopped him from doing so).

Blaine needed to think of a way to get out of the date as soon as possible. There was no way he could keep pretending to be interested in what Marcus had to say. He didn't know what to do.

He pulled out his phone and called the first person he could think of and breathed a sigh of relief when Audrey answered her phone with a perky, "Hey, Uncle Blaine!" He was so glad that he had told her about his blind date in advance and where it would be so it wouldn't be too awkward for her to receive a call like this. When Cooper first started setting up blind dates for Blaine, he had been caught in a few awful ones. Audrey had formed a plan for him, telling Blaine that he was to call her or contact her if the date was terrible so she could bail him out. He really did have an amazing niece.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said. "I hate to do this to you but in about five minutes, can you call me back with some kind of family emergency?"

"Date that bad, huh?" Audrey asked.

Blaine huffed a sigh. "Worse."

"I'll do you one better. I'm in the neighbourhood, I'll pick you up."

"You're an angel," Blaine said, relieved. "See you soon."

Blaine exited the restroom, trying to look composed and he made his way back to the table. He sat back down across from Marcus and tried not to look at his phone in hopes that the five minutes had already passed.

Marcus launched into yet another tale of his working life and Blaine pretended to look interested once more. He barely contained the sigh of relief when he saw Audrey's curly brown head coming towards them.

"Daddy!" Audrey said with a bright smile. She seated herself on the edge of Blaine's chair, bumping him over a little.

Blaine contained himself as he looked at her. "Yes, angel?" he asked.

"I didn't know you were coming here for dinner!" she said. "Mom just said you were out with some–" she stopped and glanced over at Marcus who had a pinched look on his face. "Well, some guy," she stage whispered.

Blaine nodded. "This is Marcus," he said.

Audrey beamed at him and held out her hand. "Hi! I'm Audrey! Are you going to be my new step-daddy?" she asked.

Blaine bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the look of absolute horror on Marcus' face.

"I..." Marcus floundered.

"Anyway!" Audrey carried on. "Daddy's only just come to realise that he likes cock," she said. "It's something awesome we have in common now! I don't even think he's kissed a boy before. Well, not that you're a boy, of course. You're kind of old, actually... Still. I am sure that you'd treat my daddy right."

"Uh..."

"Aud," Blaine said softly. "Did you need something, sweetheart?"

Audrey turned to him and leaned over, whispering in his ear. "I think he's about to have an aneurysm."

Blaine nodded, trying to look a little concerned. "Of course, angel."

Audrey beamed once more. "Thanks, Daddy, I love you!"

Audrey pressed a loud, smacking kiss to his cheek and flounced out of the restaurant, people watching her as she left.

"You have kids?" Marcus asked.

Blaine nodded. "Two," he lied. "My wife and I just split up recently."

Marcus made a noise and took a long sip of his wine.

"I'd better go, actually," Blaine said after a few moments of tense silence. "Audrey said something about the baby sitter and her little brother not getting along, so I'd better go and relieve her."

Marcus nodded. "Of course," he replied.

Blaine left the restaurant a few moments later, after Marcus insisted on paying the bill, and he mentally sighed in relief when Marcus didn't ask for his number.

"How on Earth did you get a date with Mr Stuffy?" Audrey asked as Blaine headed towards her down the street.

"Blame your dad for that one," Blaine replied, rubbing his temples. "C'mon, let's go get ice cream."

Audrey grinned and slipped her arm through his own and she kissed his cheek lightly. "I want a double scoop."

Blaine chuckled. "You can have whatever you want," he replied. "I owe you for that."

Audrey shrugged her shoulders and flicked her curly brown hair out of her face. "Anything for my favourite uncle. Plus, he was as exciting as watching paint dry."

Blaine nodded in agreement and they made their way down to a little ice cream parlour that was still open. They entered the shop and Audrey immediately went to the counter to order something. Blaine looked at the boards that displayed the various types of ice creams he could choose from.

Blaine approached the counter a moment later, deciding on toffee fudge while Audrey got cookies and cream. They sat down in one of the booths towards the back with their ice cream, digging their spoons into the little cups to trade tastes first.

Blaine nodded. "Classic cookies and cream," he said. "Still tastes exactly the same."

Audrey smiled at him. "It's nice," she said, taking the bite of toffee fudge from Blaine's own ice cream. "Yours is alright, I guess," she teased. "Nothing compared to cookies and cream, though."

"Of course," Blaine replied with a small smile as he scooped up more of his own ice cream to eat. "This is a much better dessert than what I would have had with Marcus."

Audrey crinkled her nose in distaste. "He was so gross," she said. "I'm going to have to have words with my dad about the guys he sets you up with."

"Good luck," Blaine said. "I keep trying to tell him that the guys he picks aren't my type but he seems to think that he knows what kind of guy I like better than I do."

"My dad's taste in men leaves a lot to be desired." Audrey sucked on the end of her spoon for a moment. "Maybe you and I should go clubbing some time?"

Blaine shook his head. "I don't think so," he replied. "I'm not really a clubbing kind of person. Not to mention that I am way too old to be clubbing anyway."

"Age is just a number, Uncle Blaine!" Audrey insisted. "You might surprise yourself."

Blaine opened his mouth to respond when the door chimed, signalling someone else entering the shop. He glanced over, seeing Kurt enter, the guy who kissed him the previous day with him.

He promptly closed his mouth and turned back to Audrey, spooning a chunk of ice cream into his mouth, feeling decidedly like a teenager with how he was acting.

Audrey cast him a suspicious look and glanced over her shoulder. Kurt hadn't seen them yet, thankfully, and Blaine hoped that he didn't. It was silly of him to have a... a crush on someone Kurt's age. Blaine could appreciate Kurt's good looks and his charm as much as the next guy but every time they got close, Blaine's stomach filled with butterflies and he felt utterly silly for feeling that way.

Blaine tore his gaze away, only to find Audrey looking at him with interest. She smirked a little to herself, an action that was pure Cooper if Blaine had ever seen it. He shook his head at her and turned back to his ice cream once more.

"We should go," Blaine said a moment later. "It's getting late and I'm sure you don't want to be spending your Saturday evening with your uncle."

Audrey sighed but stood anyway. Blaine was grateful for her compliance and he headed for the exit of the store, only for Kurt to turn around at that moment. He smiled brightly at Blaine and Blaine reflexively smiled back. Kurt raised his hand in a wave and Blaine quickly returned the gesture before leaving the store with Audrey.

"C'mon," Audrey said as they stepped out into the brisk New York night air. "I'll walk you home."

"I should be the one walking you home, missy," Blaine pointed out.

"You live closer to here," Audrey explained. "There's no point in you walking me all the way to my apartment only to come back this way."

"We'll catch a cab together, then," Blaine offered.

Audrey nodded at him. They hailed a taxi and Blaine climbed in after his niece. As they pulled up to her apartment block, Audrey turned to face him.

"You should at least ask for his number before you write him off completely," she said before stepping out of the taxi.

It wasn't until Audrey had waved at him and entered her apartment building that Blaine realised she was talking about Kurt. Kurt, who was clearly in a relationship with someone else. There was no way that Blaine was going to be the 'other person'. Not after everything he had been through with Dale.

Besides, it wasn't like he had a chance with Kurt anyway.

~*~