The Designer and the Director.

A/N: Welcome to my story. I hope you like it! Feel free to let me know what you think of it and whether there are any mistakes. How long do you like your chapters because I'm not really sure what length to make them? I hope to post a new chapter every week. Check out my Twitter account to see when it will be. I'm kayleighbellax .

I don't own Glee :(

Chapter 1

"That doesn't look right." Kurt Hummel mumbled underneath his breath as he reached for his eraser and deleted his lines forcefully. He let out a huff of breath as he looked up at the familiar surroundings from his Dalton years. Last time I was here I was 17. 5 years ago. Hasn't changed much. The brunette thought then leant back, pushing his gray silk scarf back into it's perfect place. He stretched and got up, getting another Grande Non-fat Mocha Latte. On reflection he hadn't really changed much either through the years. He still wore his high fashion clothes, albeit his own, his military boots and his hair was still identical to how he styled it in High School. No sense in changing perfection.

"I'm not kidding you dude. He said he'll be here in a half hour. It's only 10:30am. I doubt he's even been up very long." Someone said that sounded a lot like Wesley. This caused Kurt to look up from his latest design and look back down quickly when he saw his Prep school friends standing by the counter, clearly deciding what to order.
"If you say so Wes. It'll be like old times again; three musketeers and all that." David said and ordered a hot chocolate with whipped cream and hundreds and thousands. Some things really didn't change.

Kurt had lost touch with the pair for some reason he couldn't really remember. Oh yes. They were a connection with Blaine, that's why he'd blanked them. He was glad he'd decided to take the corner table where he was out of the way. Like most well known designers, people knew the label and not the person so he was pretty safe on that aspect. The tired blond behind the counter would probably has screamed if she had realized that the man who had designed her blouse was standing right in front of her but she seemed too preoccupied to notice.

He'd had a hard time choosing between Performing Arts and Fashion Design but his love for good clothes won him over and his singing was something he did as a hobby; he figured he'd make more money in design anyway. He'd started by slaving away in his Uni room and selling handmade designs on a free website that gave the owner their own small online boutique. He'd easily made $50 profit on the majority of the items he'd made which surprised him pleasantly. After making a few thousand dollars Kurt had convinced his Dad to lend him the rest of the money he needed to rent an office and very small shop beneath it shortly after he'd finished his course. He hired a few of his friends from his course who'd agreed to work for little pay until Kurt was able to get his dream up and running financially. During his time at New York University he'd met his current boyfriend. Well, casual person he kissed occasionally. Darren was a stereotypical gay person although Kurt hated stereotypes. He wore effeminate clothing, liked horses (I know, what was he thinking?), had an unusual love for the artist Pink and was a strong believer in gay rights activism.

David and Wes sat at a table near the door, discussing their latest wacky conquests, no doubt. Kurt continued with his new line for a well known high street store who was offering him a very handsome some of money to come up with daywear that had some of his flare to it. He sketched a pair of high-waisted pants with a t shirt that had an uncommon design to it. He was frantically trying to search for the right color and fabric through his hundreds of swatches when he sneezed unexpectedly and sent them cascading over the floor. He cursed quietly as David and Wes saw the commotion and came to help him retrieve them. Only when they handed them back to him did their eyes change in recognition and Kurt cursed himself for coming to the Lima Bean of all places during his vacation.

"Oh my God Kurt."
"Where you been man? I called but you obviously changed your number. We even asked Blaine for your new number but he didn't have it either. He's meeting us in a little bit. You should come say hello. Think of it as a mini Dalton reunion." Wes explained while David retrieved the last of the scraps of fabric.
"No way guys. I haven't seen Blaine in 5 years, I highly doubt he'll even remember me." He lied and deep down he hoped it wasn't true. Blaine had gone to some University down south and Mercedes had squealed down the phone to Kurt a few years back saying that Blaine was now a successful director for the hit show "Bones" and that Kurt should congratulate him immediately. He never did.
"Umm, okay then Kurt. Nice to see you. Here's our numbers incase you need us." David said and wrote both their numbers on Kurt's napkin. Kurt always thought it was weird how the pair always seemed to be together. He'd put it down to their closeted gay relationship but walking in on David and his girlfriend Kelsey one evening in Dalton, convinced him otherwise.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm a bit late, I had an online meeting with the script writers." Came Blaine's smooth voice and Kurt couldn't help but cringe at how much he'd missed that voice and how much it still affected him. He hated that they'd lost contact a few months after they'd parted ways and gone to separate Universities. They'd both agreed to stay in touch and if they still felt the same after their courses then they would meet up and possibly rekindle their romantic relationship. Needless to say that had never happened. Kurt ignored the trio as they talked animatedly about how things had been and who was doing what and where. He focused on his design, toying with the idea of designing a few Alice bands to add to the casual collection.

"Nice bracelet thing dude. It lucky or something?" Those words caused Kurt to look up again. Blaine's sleeves had ridden up a bit and Wes was referring to the cowry bead bracelet that matched his own. They'd bought them on their final summer vacation when they'd gone to California and spent a lot of time in a shack on the beach.
"Yeah, I was given it just before I got the call to say I was on the Uni course. It seems to have brought luck to me ever since." Blaine said and Kurt couldn't help but think the same. His bracelet was the reason one of the others on his course had started talking to him, and now she was his second in command for the company. It seemed that wherever he went, Blaine was always with him to bring him luck.
"So Blainers." David continued. "Lucky man in your life yet? You work with some smoking hot actors dude, you must have snagged yourself one by now."
"No, it never felt right. Never felt that connection y'know." He shrugged and Kurt couldn't help but feel a little happier, despite the fact that he himself had a boyfriend, of sorts.

The fashionista decided to order a chicken salad sandwich as quietly as possible and cringed as the waitresses face flashed with recognition. "Oh my gawd." Yeah, that twang was going to get old very soon. "You're… Kurt fricken Hummel."
"Well actually I don't have a middle name."
"You designed this whole outfit I'm wearing; you're like my God. Do you think I could get a picture?" she asked and Kurt obliged as she took out her smartphone and handed it to someone to take the picture. The man took the picture then practically dropped it as he realized who was in it. Blaine hadn't been listening to their conversation and couldn't believe his eyes when Kurt Hummel was stood in front of the lens, smiling convincingly next to the chatty blond. He handed the girl her phone back slowly and the next thing he knew he was running from the coffee shop, David and Wes following, completely dumbfounded by his reaction.

When Blaine had finally stopped a few blocks away he sunk down on his knees. "Blaine, what the hell is going on?" David demanded between panting as he and Wes tried to recover. Blaine finally looked up at them and spoke disjointedly.
"Kurt. The reason I haven't moved on. Lost my phone. Lost Kurt." He stuttered out and the pair nodded knowingly. They both sat beside him and wrapped an arm around him each. They had a feeling that it would be something like this. Kurt and Blaine had been dating for nearly 3 years and were inseparable before an argument about Universities which ended in their decision to break up and head their own ways. David looked up as Kurt himself was stood infront of them, bag on his shoulder and Blaine's bracelet in his hand.
"It must of come off when you… Umm… left. It's not broken or anything." He said and placed it in Blaine's open hand, his own bracelet sliding down his wrist a little, into view.
"Hey isn't that the same- Ouch. Cut it out." Wes complained as David nipped his arm where he could reach it. Of course it was the same. The fact that they both still wore theirs spoke volumes about the guys. Dave somehow knew this wasn't the last time Blaine and Kurt would meet. Hopefully Blaine won't be having a meltdown the next time.
"Thank you, Kurt." Even saying his name hurt. He watched Kurt look for something in his bag, intrigued with what he was looking for.
"Here's my card if you ever need any help dressing Booth and Brennan for your show. I've written my mobile number on the bottom because the office staff can sometimes take ages to process such requests. Just let me know." Kurt smiled sweetly and gave Blaine (who still looked like he'd seen a ghost) his card. Kurt walked a little quicker as he walked back to the parking lot to his car. He sat in the driver's seat and rested his head on the wheel momentarily. He certainly hadn't expected that.

Blaine sat on his bed at his parents house and stared at his phone as he tried to decide what message to send Kurt. He did need some help with the wardrobe for his show, it was getting very boring and predictable. Plus he had a prom-like scene to shoot and needed a fantastic dress for Temperance Brennan to wear and dazzle all who laid eyes on her.

"Hey there Kurt. Sorry about the silence all these years. I had my phone stolen a while back and never saw you to get your number back. I could definitely use some style advice. (for the show, not me. Although I probably need your help too!) I was wondering whether you fancied meeting at the Lima Bean tomorrow morning to go over some ideas of what kind of style the characters have. Look forward to seeing you.
Blaine x"

1 new message: unknown number. Kurt looked at his phone whilst sitting on the couch. Finn was back for a vacation too and the 'men' of the house were sat watching football like they used to. He opened the message, intrigued and then slightly happier when he saw who it was from. He wasn't sure whether he was ready to spend some one on one time with Blaine. He felt like he might scream at Blaine for ditching him all these years and never bothering to try and find him. He sighed as he typed his message and hit send before he could regret it.

1 new message: Kurt Hummel. Blaine's phone buzzed and the words flashed up, causing Blaine to stop breathing momentarily as he composed himself and then opened the message to see his reply.