"The musician Starchild will be heating up New York City this year, having publicly decided to take time off from touring to work on his next studio album. He has said he will be playing some smaller venues through the year, perhaps trying out his new songs. But can intimate settings handle the white hot performances? Is there a more personal reason he's staying in one place for a while? Time will tell."

Kurt pushed the power button on his remote, turning the television off. He'd been channel surfing for a little while before going into the office for a meeting with Isabelle Wright.

He hoped the job she had for him was as a stylist and not just a blurb writer, but he'd take what he could get. At least he was still working in the fashion industry. Clothes had been his passion all his life, only overshadowed in high school and part of college by performing before returning with greater vigor than ever.

Thumbing through his music, Kurt found Starchild's second album, which included the tracks that were Kurt's personal favorites. He bopped to the beat, admiring Starchild's incredible vocals, as always. The man's voice was widely considered one of the best in current popular music, and with Kurt's past vocal training, he could appreciate the performer's range and his interpretation.

Upon arrival at Isabelle's office, Kurt was surprised to see the very same celebrity who'd been the subject of the gossipy talk show he'd watched and then whose music Kurt had enjoyed on his trip to the Condé Nast building sitting in one of her plush white chairs.

"Kurt! Come in, come in. Let me introduce you to Elliott Gilbert," Isabelle enthused. Kurt approached and put out his hand to shake. The grasp was firm and dry, and Kurt found the man's eyes particularly warm for the blue shades they showed.

"This is Kurt Hummel, the man I've been telling you about," she continued as the men's handshake lasted a little longer than normal.

"Kurt, I've agreed to lend Elliott your styling expertise this week and then I want a behind the scenes article about it. Mark will go with you everywhere to get candids, and we'll do a full shoot two weeks from Friday, after any alterations or custom work is done."

Kurt eyed Elliott. "You're looking for a makeover?" He asked skeptically. Starchild always had a very particular look and Kurt couldn't imagine that changing.

Elliott smiled easily, and Kurt was struck by how inviting and genuine it seemed.

"Sort of. I'm going to be living in the city for the next year, and I want a new wardrobe for regular daywear, along with some formalwear for events, although I'm always on the lookout for stage clothes as well, of course."

"We'll have to talk about what exactly you want," Kurt said thoughtfully, eyeing the rock star and mentally running through different looks and ideas.

"Which is why you'll be together all week," Isabelle interjected. Kurt nodded without looking at her, already lost in the new project.

Isabelle and Elliott talked for a few more minutes, then the arrival of the photographer interrupted them.

"Great. Let's go get coffee and talk about your ideas and my vision and get our plan in place," Kurt announced. Isabelle and Elliott looked at each other and they snickered together. "What!"

"You lead, I'll follow," Elliott said mildly, rising and gesturing at the door. Kurt turned to precede the taller man and saw the familiar blonde photographer approaching.

"Oh, Mark, hi. This is Elliott. We'll be shopping all week, so prepare yourself for some walking, okay?" Kurt said, heading for the door. "I'll keep you updated, Isabelle. Come on, Elliott."

Elliott looked at Isabelle again, and Kurt heard her speak before Elliott hurried to catch up with him, "I told you. He's very driven. It's going to be perfect."