As the subway continued to go and haul them toward their destination, their car steadily became less and less crowded. People either merged toward the front cars for quicker exit to the staircase, or simply got off. Their hotel was almost on the opposite side of town, and the ride would take just a bit longer. Blaine hummed quietly under his breath once they were alone enough for him to speak, making it seem like he was only whispering in Kurt’s ear when he, in fact, had begun to suck on Kurt’s earlobe, nipping at the soft skin. “Maybe I will…” He responded huskily. “But you know I’m always a glutton for a little punishment. At least when it’s coming from you.”
When the car finally stopped at their destination, Blaine tugged Kurt quickly off the subway and back out to their street. The hotel wasn’t much further, and he spent most of the time fumbling quickly through his pockets until he managed to find their key card. Up in the elevator didn’t provide much time for release, and by the time they got to the floor, he couldn’t wait much longer. Grabbing Kurt and pushing him up against the door of their room, he fumbled to get the key card into the lock as he kissed Kurt fiercely, nipping and sucking his lower lip in a vain attempt at getting his lips to part. The door opened and he gripped his love’s hips to prevent him from stumbling inside, but quickly replaced the “do not disturb” sign on the outside of the door and prepared for Kurt’s attack.
Kurt nearly mewled as Blaine slipped closer to suck on his ear lobe, his entire body melting forward to rest against Blaine’s chest as the train rattled it’s way from stop to stop. Once again, though, he barely had time to come up with a witty remark before they were nearly sprinting towards the hotel, Kurt’s hand held tightly in Blaine’s as they went. The elevator ride was short lived, and while Kurt wanted to laugh at Blaine’s eager attitude as he fumbled with the card key, he found himself to be a little pre-occupied. He groaned into Blaine’s mouth once he was shoved up against the door, and once it was open, Kurt didn’t hesitate to grab Blaine by his coat collar to drag him inside, smirk set and eyes dark as he closed the door behind them.
Cheekbones flushed and hidden under tanned skin, Blaine couldn’t help himself from caressing every part of Kurt his fingertips brushed over. Every now and then his insecurities flared, and all he wanted to do was ease them away with every brush of their lips together. Kurt helped, the way he sounded as though he wanted Blaine just as much as Blaine wanted him. The two would hardly be able to make it back to the hotel by this point.
"Good, because I don’t think I’ll make longer than it’ll take us to get back there." He replied, brushing a few of the stray hairs from Kurt’s perfectly styled head. Still eight more floors to go. He gently slid his hand between them and palmed Kurt cautiously through the front of his insanely tight jeans, only for a moment. "You were so brilliant in there, and now look, a wonderful internship, a future waiting for you if you don’t want to pursue the stage. You’re already set for life and you’re only seventeen." When the elevator doors dinged he laced their fingers back together and led Kurt out to the curb and toward the subway, pulling him close to whisper in his ear. "I brought enough ties with me if you’d like to tie me up again."
At this point, Kurt had nearly forgotten where he was. All he knew was that he was completely content in Blaine’s arms, and leaving them sounded like a terrible option. His head leaned into the soft touches of Blaine’s hand, but his eyes snapped open when he started to palm him through his jeans, lips parting on a silent whine as he did so. “Y-yeah,” he said, trying to figure out how Blaine could be so maddeningly attractive yet completely inspirational at the same time. He was still dazed when the doors dinged open, and Kurt simply took Blaine’s hand and followed him onto the street and towards the subway, eyes blinking slowly as he shook himself into reality.
Which, of course, lasted all of three seconds, because Blaine was obviously set on killing him. Or getting them arrested for public indecency, at least. Biting into his lip, Kurt turned his head to the side and nodded, eyes a little manic with how turned on his was. “You’re going to regret trying to seduce me in public, you know,” he warned, though his breathless tone and tinted cheeks said otherwise. Without another word, Kurt tugged them both down the steps to the underground station, and after waiting five or ten minutes for a train, he pulled them both onto the crowded car, his hands holding onto one of the poles for support.
"Mm-mm." Blaine chastised under his breath, not willing to part far from Kurt’s perfectly soft lips. "I may have sent her the information, but you’re the talent that made it happen. A little nervous in the meeting, but you were elegant and respectful and kind. Just like you always are. So this?" He gestured faintly around the elevator to indicate the office itself. "This is all on you, beautiful." He kissed Kurt slower, taking a moment and nudging the emergency button to stop the elevator. He didn’t want to take too long, knowing they’d both likely get claustrophobic very quickly, but he wanted to share in this exchange, this loving, tender kiss that he wasn’t willing to part from.
Taking a moment to breathe, he started the elevator back up and followed their kiss up with a quick peck to his lips. “I love you more than anything, Kurt. We should….want to go back to the hotel? Just for an hour?”
Blaine’s soft tone and unwillingness to part completely made a heat stir in Kurt’s stomach, and his arms wrapped tighter around his neck as they kissed, fingers splaying into the gel-free hairs at the nape of his neck. He sighed into Blaine’s mouth, eyes closed and smile evident as he kissed him slowly, completely unaware that things had stopped moving, and that they had places to be.
Once he did come into his own, though, he swallowed and nodded, face a little flush as he took Blaine’s hand in his own. “The hotel sounds perfect right about now,” he said honestly, voice a little shaky as he aimed for seductive, but landed near awkward and borderline desperate. Oops.
Blaine smiled politely and stood as well, grinning just as brightly, if not brighter than Kurt, especially with how happy and enthusiastic he was. He couldn’t help it. He gave Kurt and Isabelle the space, taking a step back and just watching the two of them. Isabelle laughed a bit and nodded. “You are more than welcome. You are going to be a wonderful addition to the team. We’ll be in touch within the week, so check your emails. You two have a great day. I’d like to meet for lunch sometime soon, so keep that in mind.” Blaine took Kurt’s hand quickly and nodded. “Thank you so much for your time.” Without another word he led Kurt out of the office and closed the door quietly behind them. Letting it brew until they had reached the elevator (twenty-seven stories until they got to their floor), Blaine pressed both the floor button and the close door button to ensure they got an undisturbed ride down before he pulled Kurt close to his chest and brought their lips together. “Congratulations, intern. You were great in there.”
"Lunch!" Kurt agreed brightly. "Lunch sounds amazing, yes. Thank you. Thank you so much." With a bit of an awkward bow, Kurt followed Blaine out of the office and back towards the elevator. He found it nearly impossible to hide the skip in his step, and his smile only grew when he and Blaine were alone together, his arms winding around his boyfriend’s neck as he pulled him in for a soft kiss.
His words made him blush, and Kurt ducked his head down to hide in the crook of Blaine’s neck almost instantly. “Stop that,” he said, hand waving dismissively in the air. “I wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t of sent her all that information.” A fonder smile tugged at his lips, and Kurt’s free hand cup the side of Blaine’s face as he pulled him in for another kiss, this one less chaste than the one before. “I love you.”
Blaine watched Kurt carefully, ready to nudge his shoulder or squeeze his hand again should the other boy lose his ability to speak entirely. It was a very large offer, and a very, very big deal. He’d support Kurt no matter what decision he made, but he could only hope that Kurt would choose to do some work for the website. Isabelle took notice of Kurt’s insecurity and closed his file for a moment, reaching across her desk and giving his other hand a quick, reassuring squeeze before returning it to the pile.
"How else are you supposed to get experience, Kurt, if nobody else offers it to you? Personally I want to snatch you up before anybody else has a chance to. The fact that your boyfriend was quick to reach out to me just means that I got first pick at a rare talent. The work you’d do is very, very minimal. Just reviewing things online, helping me answer emails, you’d essentially just work for me and do a few smaller odd jobs until I can have you hands-on here. And I can be very flexible with your work and school schedule." She leaned back in her chair and gestured around the room. "It’s yours if you want it."
"I — of course I want it, oh my God.” Kurt’s voice had raised in pitch, then, and he was nearly bouncing in his seat as he spoke. “I just — God, I didn’t think it happened this fast. I thought I’d have to do so much more before I was even considered, but this. This is incredible.” Grinning, Kurt stood up to approach Isabelle’s desk, his hands wringing at his sides a few times before he practically leaped at her, his arms enveloping the tiny woman in a tight hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much,” he said, voice thick as he spoke. “You — um. My e-mail address and my cell phone number are both immediate ways to get in touch with me, so if you need anything at all, just use those and you’ll get a swift reply. I promise.”
Despite how nervous Kurt was, Blaine was confident and calm enough for the both of them, and he certainly knew how to keep Kurt level-headed if he needed to. Taking a seat in the chair beside Kurt’s, he reached his hand over the desk after being introduced and shook Isabelle’s hand gently. “Yes, I’m Blaine Anderson I’m the one that sent you Kurt’s initial portfolio. We can’t thank you enough for inviting us here to sit and talk with you. Kurt’s been dreaming about fashion and design for quite some time now, and an internship here would be just what he’s looking for.”
Isabelle smiled brightly and nodded, Kurt’s portfolio and other numerous submissions, letters, and information all on the desk in front of her. “You know I get a lot of these applications, Kurt, and there’s only a select few that really ever stand out Yours is one of the best I’ve ever had, and I’ve been working here for almost twelve years. You have an incredible amount of talent, and I’d hate to see it go to waste. Basically, I’m going to offer you this internship if you want it. I understand that right now you’re still in school, but from what Blaine has been telling me over the phone, your plans are to come to New York, correct? Well if that’s the case, while you’re still in school, there’s some very minor work we could have you doing just to get your feet wet. How is this sounding so far?”
Kurt listened to Isabelle speak, and though he heard what she was saying, his mind couldn’t process the offer completely. Surely, she was just being nice. Kurt was only seventeen, after all, and being that young didn’t necessarily work in his favor. He still had years of experience to go through and time to grow. Still, he couldn’t deny the small smile that wanted to tug at his lips, his eyes wide as he leaned forward to speak to her directly.
"Let me get this straight," he started, face blank as his mouth hung open slightly. "You.. want to offer me a job? Even though I’ll be over seas and unable to really, well, contribute to anything in the office? Because yes, yes, you’re right, I want to go to school here,” he explained, hands waving about a bit as he spoke, “and Blaine will be here next year before me, so I guess he could deliver anything important if you needed it. But, I’m so young. You — you’re sure you want to take on someone as inexperienced as me?”
Blaine shrugged his shoulders a little bit. “I’ve told you a million times before. I’m not required to say anything. I say it all because it’s true. You’re going to be great and she’s going to love you.” Being close to Kurt like this, their foreheads together and embraced in a city that welcomed their kind of love made him feel all the more comfortable, and he kissed Kurt back slowly, whimpering under his breath when he moved away. “I love you more than anything.” Blaine murmured in reply, nodding and lacing his fingers with his love’s as they made their way inside the building.
The woman at the front desk was a little less than welcoming, almost as if she were used to having random stragglers coming into her office building and demanding to see Isabelle without an appointment. But Blaine had called twice to confirm their time, and again once they’d landed in New York. Everything was arranged. He pulled Kurt a bit closer and squeezed his hand once more, giving him his most adoring, loving smile. “I would sooner cut my arm off than leave you.” As the doors opened and they stepped toward Isabelle’s office, Blaine was the first to reach the door and knock, awaiting the confirmation that they could come in, soon followed by a cheery “Yes! Come in!”.
"Don’t cut off your arm, Blaine. You need that." Kurt laughed a bit, whacking playfully at the center of Blaine’s chest before he curled towards him a bit, his heart settling in his throat once the doors pinged open. With about as much confidence as he could muster, Kurt squared his shoulders and walked forward, hands settling on the strap of his bag once more as he peeked his head in.
"Hello?" He started, lips rubbing together as he crossed the small office, taking a seat opposite the large desk, one leg folding over the other almost instantly as his hands brushed down the front of his blazer. "I — um, it’s me. Kurt. Hummel. Kurt Hummel. From the drawings, and the portfolios," he added, reaching out to shake Isabelle’s hand with a shaking and unsteady wrist. "And this is Blaine," he added, pointing over towards his boyfriend with a fond smile. "He, um, he’s the one you spoke to. And he’s the one who sent everything in. And he’s my boyfriend," he finished, his smile still in tact as his body relaxed into the chair a bit.
Blaine was doing his best to be as supportive and encouraging for Kurt as he could manage, but he could already feel the other boy resisting his push toward the looming Vogue office building. They’d discussed it nearly a dozen times on their flight, and again throughout the night at the hotel, and well, even during sex. Squeezing his boyfriend’s hand gently, Blaine stopped in front of the door, turning to look at him.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, don’t you dare get into that mindset when we are this close to meeting a Vogue representative." His voice was stern, but light enough to not add to his love’s stress. "You are exactly what this company is looking for, and remember, this is just another opportunity. You still have so many options, and this is just going to open another door for you. You are more than good enough, and if you don’t get your adorable butt moving into that building, I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and drag you in there."
Though he tried his best to pout, Kurt couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at his lips. “You’re supposed to say that,” he teased, reaching out to hold Blaine’s hands in his own. He began to sway them a bit, then, and Kurt tugged Blaine closer, tilting their foreheads together. “I love you,” he said, voice quiet as he titled his face down to press a chaste kiss to Blaine’s lips, his eyes still closed as he let out a slow breath once he pulled away. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”
With a nervous skip in his step, Kurt kept his hand snug with Blaine’s as he led them both inside. The woman behind the front desk eyed them both, but Kurt kept his tone clear (for the most part) as he explained, “we have an appointment with Isabelle Wright. Under Kurt Hummel?” She typed away at her keyboard for a few moments before she nodded and pointed them in the right direction, and Kurt could feel the nerves creep up his spine once more as he stood outside the elevator doors. “You promise you won’t leave me, right?” He said, turning to Blaine with a bit of a desperate look in his eyes.
Kurt was nervous. Well, no, he was beyond nervous. He was horrified beyond all belief. His hands gripped at the strap of his bag nervously, eyes blinking and tongue rolling over his lower lip as he gave a slow, uneven sigh. He wasn’t sure what to expect, really, and though Blaine was being the definition of supportive, caring, and nearly perfect boyfriend, it didn’t stop the swoop of nerves that jabbed him right in the stomach as he looked up, the sign huge and intimidating as it stared him in the face.
"What if she doesn’t like me in person?" He asked, head turning to look at Blaine. "What if she only likes the Kurt Hummel she saw on paper? What if I’m not what they’re looking for at all?" His eyes were wide as he spoke, and Kurt chewed his lower lip nervously, his head dropping to stare at the sidewalk underneath him as his shoulders sank. "What if I’m not good enough?"