Klaine/CrissColfer Fanfic

Klaine Model (P9)

Jan West towers over Blaine in her three-inch heels - conservative in the fashion world, but at nearly six-feet-tall, she doesn't need the boost - making quite a scene dressed in head-to-toe black, her silver-white hair pinned back in a tight chignon. She reminds Blaine of his paternal grandmother, all prickles and ice, and absolutely no warmth.

Grandmother Anderson came from old money and made it clear she'd never approved of her son's decision to marry someone outside of their pretentious inner circle of New England WASPs. She seemed to direct a lot of her disdain for Blaine's mother at Blaine, perhaps because he'd been unfortunate enough not to inherit the Anderson height or their stunning blue eyes. His brother Cooper had gotten both; Blaine favored his mother.

He takes a deep breath and pockets his phone; Lorelei will have to wait. If he's already lost this account, he'd rather get a chance to clear out his desk and say goodbye to Yvonne before Lorelei fires him.

Blaine puts on his best smile and squares his shoulders, falling back on his prep school upbringing and all those years of his mother telling him to sit up straight, as he approaches his client. "Ms. West, Lorelei didn't tell me you'd be coming by today," Blaine says, holding out a hand for her to take. "What a pleasant surprise."

Jan West's own blue eyes pierce through Blaine like he's made of straw, a sad sack of brainless oaf, which Blaine thinks might be pretty accurate at this point. He can't even manage to keep from hurting his best friend for more than five minutes at a time.

Standing next to a force of nature like Jan West, Blaine has never felt quite so small or childlike in his life. A former model herself, she towers over nearly everyone in the loft, except for Sebastian and Adamo. How had Kurt just walked up to her like that? Blaine never would have taken the initiative like Kurt had if Jan hadn't sought him out first. Well, screamed for him, more like it.

Blaine looks up expectantly, hand still extended.

"That's because she doesn't know I'm here," Jan says, looking down her nose at Blaine as if she refuses to lower her head, or herself, to his level. "And you are?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he says, pulling his hand back abruptly when he realizes she's not going to take it. "Blaine Anderson. I'm the art director for your holiday campaign."

She sniffs.

"This model is too short," she says waving a hand at Kurt. She doesn't even look at him. "We need to reshoot."

Kurt is shooting daggers at Jan with his eyes; the similarity between the two when they're judging someone is uncanny. Blaine wonders if Kurt realizes it or if it's one of those situations where you hate someone because subconsciously they remind you of the things you hate most about yourself.

Jan strides over to the rack of clothes that Ben is working from and starts rearranging his styling. Blaine sees him tense up as she destroys hours of work in a matter of seconds.

"Don't you think that's a little rash?" Blaine asks, approaching her cautiously. He's not quite sure if he means reshooting or restyling, maybe both.

Jan turns and looks at him, hand frozen in mid air with a silk tie between her bony fingers. She's looking at Blaine as if he's just suggested she wear off-the-rack.

"I was clear about the height requirements for my models, was I not?" she asks.

"You definitely were," Blaine says, "but I think if you-"

"So my instructions were clear, but you chose to ignore them?"

"Not at all Ms. West, but I thought you might like to see what we've been shooting," he says. "I think you'll agree that Kurt is exactly the right model for the One West line."