Heart Of Glass

Chapter 3

Kurt arrived at work on his fourth day feeling like he could run the world. He decided that the Blaine situation wasn't going to affect him, not anymore. He had a job to do, one he loved and had fun doing. Nothing was going to rain on his parade. He was in New York for the first time in years, he had some of his best friends and his brother in town. This was his time and nothing would ruin that.

Kurt paid the cab and moved away from it, closing the door with strength. He walked on set, his head high, his boots tapping loudly on the floor and giving him tempo to roll his hips. He was that close to starting singing in his head. Instead Santana approached him with a worried look.

"Kurt, look, we had some problems between the models and the owner of the place. So we're going to have to replace some of the models but it's going to take some time and it will put us even more behind schedule." She was tapping furiously on her phone, barely looking at him.

"What scene were they hired for?"

"The one for the indoor rugby. I'm going to see if some of the models we already have are toned enough to start shooting and if not I'll have to call all the agencies we're working with. It's going to take forever but I'll sort it okay?"

Kurt sighed, it was only day four and of course they would already have problems with the models and would already be behind schedule. Suddenly he didn't feel all that great. It was the first big project he could run alone, without Isabelle being around him or looking over his shoulder. He couldn't screw this up.

"Tana, we don't have time for agencies and all. We need athletes. They won't know how to pose but at least they'll look the part. We need to find a sport agent and ask him if some of his talents could come over. It'll be quicker and so much cheaper. "

"You sure about that? I mean, I know we don't have that much time but still, we could take some to find real models." Kurt looked around. People were starting to arrive and soon they would find out that they had no model to shoot with today, so they'll lose one day of shooting and this was one they wouldn't be able to catch up on easily. The man tried to take deep breaths to prevent himself from panicking.

"I'm sure, we need to shoot this today or we won't have anything for the menswear on this segment and I can't have that."

"Consider this fixed then." The woman turned around on her high heels and plugged her headset in before starting to shout at someone on the other end of the line. Kurt made a mental note to go and see her in less than an hour to see how things were going. The man didn't even get close to his office before already somebody else was stopping him for some problem with the lighting. At nine Kurt finally arrived to his office at the other end of the set. At the exact same time Blaine crossed paths with him, obviously just getting to work.

"Blaine." Kurt said, maybe more harshly than he intended to.

"Oh hi, Kurt. I'm ah ... well, getting to my department." The man was wringing his hands and moving from one foot to the other, obviously uncomfortable. He looked around and stepped closer to Kurt. Kurt mimicked him and stepped back. He could be mistaken but he thought he saw a flash of hurt painting Blaine's face.

"Kurt, do you think we could, uh, maybe get together sometime today or tomorrow. I need to talk to you."

Kurt felt his chest constrict and his throat dry out instantly. He was sure he must look like a dead fish with his eyes as big as golfballs and his mouth slightly open.

"Is it work related?" Kurt couldn't say he was proud of his voice, it came out shaky and forced.

"No, definitely not." Blaine shook his head and bit his bottom lip. "Kurt, I'm not stupid, I know you don't want to talk to me but we really need to have a discussion." The man pressed again, his eyes turning into two big pools of amber that were pleading Kurt to accept.