Who: Kurt Hummel, Mike Chang, Emmeline Laurent and Lilah Ryckaert (posting order)
What: Out of the Kindred closet
Where: Lilah's office
When: Late Friday night

That week, Hummelesque had just debuted an entire new line at New York's Fashion Week despite the fact the infamous Kurt Hummel was supposed to be dead. It was a mystery the fashion world could solve. Some thought he was dead, others thought he had just removed himself directly from any public appearance due to any number of theories including illness, heartbreak, or genuinely going crazy from celebrity exposure. Kurt had a team of PR constantly throwing up smoke signals and even they didn't know why they did the job they did. He had managed to weave so many webs and labyrinths of his life, many leading people to dead-ends (pardon the pun), that no one really knew what he was about anymore or if he still existed. But brand new and ingenius designs had made their way down the catwalk that night, and now Lilah had somewhat demanded of him a marketing debrief in her office so he could be 'included in strategies' of how his company was 'developing in the current fashion environment'. It was all a lot of marketing PR bullshit, but Kurt knew that Lilah was one person he couldn't continue to hide from before she got suspicious. She held the reigns of his company's continued success in his absence, so he needed to know he could trust her with his business... which meant the inevitable meeting of her face-to-face after making himself scarce and only communicating via modern technologies.

He was dressed immaculately, as always, and only agreed to the meeting if it could be in the late hours of the night so he could be sure to be sustained post feeding to keep a cool head about him. It was the best chance he had of looking 'normal' too. Without feeding, he was more pale then usual, and his eyes had this way of looking dead and cold. That wouldn't do, but the feed he did manage to indulge in wasn't near as satisfying as he hoped. As more and more time ticked over, he more and more hungered for just one and anything less served as an aggravation to him. These were the facets of his Kindred side he didn't understand, but he was still a survivor and more determined than ever to go this alone, resisting help from his Sire and Eric. He was pissed off at them and had no plans of giving them an easy ride.

He reached the large ornate doors of Lilah's office with a couple of her assistants and a security guard in tow. He stopped at the doors and turned around to pierce them all with a look that had them baulking and backing away from him. "You are not welcome. Leave," he stated and even though they looked like they wanted to protest, they backed away towards the elevators at the end of the richly carpeted hall. He didn't even knock on her office door. He just pushed them opened and entered her office unannounced. He was the one paying her bills, he didn't need to announce himself. But as soon as he stepped inside, finding that Lilah wasn't alone, his Kindred senses flared dramatically and he knew immediately that three other Kindred presences were in that room. His eyes locked on Lilah, and then moved to the other woman perched on the edge of her desk, only to come rest on the guy draped in one of the leather sofas by the window.

Mike Chang.

All Kindred.

All now getting the immediate newflash that their 'visitor' was also very much Kindred, and only one of them had been aware of that. Emmeline smirked at him, unable to help herself. Sure, Emmeline knew who he was, why he was what he was, but Lilah had no idea Emmeline knew Kurt because she had played her part perfectly. But Kurt had no interest in being played at all, and even though Mike and Lilah were technically his friends, neither knew he was Kindred before now, and vice versa. With Kurt's Kindred senses, he immediately connected that all along, Mike and Lilah had to have been Kindred but he wouldn't have known as a mortal. His blue eyes flashed, and the smile he gave them both was dangerous, just the slightest hint of his fangs on show now as he immediately clocked a potential threat. He gave a slow, purposeful shake of his head as he sauntered into the room, eyes never leaving them. "Well, well, it seems someone has been keeping secrets now, doesn't it?" he said in a dangerously low purr. This wasn't the Kurt they all knew, not by a long shot.