Blaine had photographed men before, attractive men. He could appreciate the tanned olive skin, and the perfectly toned muscles. They were great for photographs, but none of the models he had ever shot for, were for him. And even if they were, he would never make a move on them, not again.

Last time Blaine had done that, things had gotten serious. His name was Chad and he was near perfect.  He was tall, tanned and had the cheekiest grin anyone had ever seen. He was beautiful, no doubt about that. He was nice too, Blaine asked him out to coffee after their third shoot together, and Chad, who later admitted he had fancied the pants off of Blaine, hastily agreed.

They were good together, perfect even, everyone said it. Chad helped Blaine to trust, he helped him to love, he helped him to grow and be happy. Blaine loved Chad and Chad loved Blaine. Blaine was thinking of marriage, he was thinking of proposing to Chad. Well, more than thinking, he was on his way to pick up the ring when he popped into work to pick up his prints. He walked through the offices and into his studio, where he saw Chad fucking the model he finished shooting for just two hours before. He turned and he ran. He ran onto the streets and hailed a cab and told the driver his address. He felt sick; the tears were welling up in his eyes. But he wouldn’t let them fall. It felt as if his heart had shattered into a million pieces. He had no idea what to do with himself.

When Chad got home Blaine was asleep wrapped around a pillow which was drenched in tears.

They broke up the next day. There were screams, there were silences, there were broken plates flung across rooms, there were sobs, there were tears, there were hugs, there were touches, there were begs, there were empty promises, there were apologies, and there was definitely heart break.

Blaine Anderson was not going to go through that again. He swore he would never give up his love and his heart ever again, especially not to a model. They were all man whores anyway.

Blaine looked at his shoot schedule for the day as he walked into the office carrying two cups of coffee in his hand.

Maria Cadel 12pm

Joseph Moore 2:30pm

Charlie Horne 3:15pm

Chad Robinson 4:30pm

Kurt Hummel 6pm

He nearly threw up. Chad Robinson. Chad. The Chad who broke his heart into a million pieces and then shat on it to add insult to injury. Why would he even think about coming back here for a shoot? It can’t be him.

“Blaine!” Sophie, his assistant and best friend, called from her desk.

“What - oh” he walked over and handed her a coffee.

“What’s wrong, don’t tell me nothing - you were standing there for about five minutes like someone had punched you in the face,” she said taking a sip from her coffee “eugh, and you’ve handed me the wrong coffee, what the hell is wrong with you?” she switched the coffees and waited for an answer.

“Chad is booked in for half four.”

“Chad as in-“

“Yeah.” he replied sharply.

“Oh.”

Blaine nodded taking a sip of his coffee.

“Why do-“

“I don’t know.” They were both silent for a minute. Blaine couldn’t shoot for Chad. It had been a year but it still hurt, he was also certain he would vomit all over his face, of course that would be a disaster.

“It has been a year Blaine, maybe you could get some closure on the who-“

“I don’t need closure. What makes you think that I-“

“Blaine, it’s been a year, you haven’t even seen anyone since...”

“No it hasn’t.”

“Blaine, that guy you got off with at the bar doesn’t count.”

“Shut up.” he said returning to look at his schedule, to see if Chads name would disappear. “Do I have to do it Soph?”

“Yeah, I mean Kirstie would cover for you but she’s not in today and-“

“Fine, okay. Ugh why does he have to come here and-“

“I know Blaine, go on, go set up your 11’o’clock will be here soon”

“Fine.” He walked off to the studio.

He spent all day worrying about his shoot with Chad, trying to somehow mentally prepare himself. None of the photographs were coming out right, they all looked harsh and forced.  But when 4:30 rolled along, he knew he’d never be ready to see his stupid face ever.

He sat at his desk pretending to look through some of the prints from last week. If Chad was going to come in he was sure about three things.

1-      He would look great

2-      He would look busy

3-      He would definitely  not care

Chad’s head peaked around the door.

“Blaine?”

“Come in” he said from his desk, not turning around.

“Blaine I-“

“No,” he said standing up “let’s just get this over with.”

“I - okay”

They shot photos for about half an hour until Chad spoke up. About how he was sorry, how he wanted him back, he wanted things back to how they were, how he’s been a mess since the break-up, how even after a year, he can’t get Blaine out of his mind, how he doesn’t want to get Blaine out of his mind, how he doesn’t want to move on, how he wants Blaine back.

Blaine wanted to vomit. It was true that Chad was a mess. Blaine felt bad for him, the only time he had seen Chad this way was when he faced the biggest rejection of his career. He got turned away from the biggest fashion show in New York. Sure Chad loved posing for photographs, but his biggest passion was walking down the runway, all eyes on him. It was his biggest dream, when he got rejected it broke him. Of course Blaine was there to fix him, but this time he was facing the rejection from Blaine and there was no one there to pick up the pieces.

 But why should he feel sorry for Chad? He’s the one who fucked someone else, he’s the one that did this, and he’s the one that broke his heart.

“Chad just leave please.” He said turning away from him.

“No,” his voice broke “no, because as soon as I walk out of that door I’m never going to see you again, Blaine I can’t live without you.”

“Leave.” He said coldly, who gave him the right to come back like this?

“Blaine-“

“Go Chad, you already broke my heart once, don’t come back here and make me feel like it was my fault.”

“But I-“

“JUST GO CHAD.” He yelled, his voice echoing in the emptiness of the studio. Chad left. Blaine looked at his watch, ‘fuck it’s ten to six’ he thought to himself as he set up his camera for the last shoot of the day. Blaine didn’t mind the late shoots, but today he didn’t feel up to it. Today was a long day, a long terrible day. Why did Chad have to come back and-fuck, he couldn’t get him out of his mind and it had only been five minutes.

It was then that he heard the door creak open slightly, a head poked round the side. The man knocked lightly on the door

“Hello… uh - Blaine?”

“Yeah.” Blaine said not looking up from his camera.

“Uh-I’m Kurt, Kurt Hummel…” Blaine looked at him, his stare empty. He was drained from seeing Chad again. All he wanted to do was go get some ice cream, go home and eat all of his sorrows. “I am booked to have a shoot at six aren’t I..? If not I can go, my agent told me I did but I could have heard the wro-“ He was talking quickly, he must be really new to this

“Relax Kurt! You are meant to be here, you are booked in for six.” Kurt nodded and put down his bag.

“Sorry I-I’m new at all.. this”

“I know, I can tell” Blaine said chuckling to himself, he loved to photograph the newbie’s, there was an innocence in the shots that you just couldn’t find with the other models, no matter how good. Their grins and smiles are refreshing, their pouts weren’t posed and they were just so fresh. Kurt looked worried. “No, it’s okay, I actually prefer shooting for the new kids”

“Well, I have you know that I am not a kid.” he said striding in front of the camera. “I know, I have a bad case of baby face, it is both a blessing and a curse, I’m actually 24.”

“Let’s get started then 24-year-old-Kurt, shall we just start off with a few simple poses and then we’ll see where it goes?”

“Sounds great.” Kurt agreed

“Oh, I almost forgot, do you have an ipod you want to plug in, most models like to listen to their music whilst they do this”

“I-uh do, but it’s mostly musical soundtracks and stuff” he said blushing down to his neck.

“Perfect” Blaine said smiling at him. Maybe doing this late shift wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Kurt plugged in his ipod and ‘out tonight’ from RENT started blasting out of the speakers. “I love this one” Blaine said looking at Kurt.

“Me too!” Kurt replied standing back in front of the camera.

Up until this point, Blaine hadn’t actually looked at Kurt, sure he looked at Kurt but he hadn’t looked at Kurt. He was beautiful. He did look young, but his youth shone through a masculine frame, he was lean and tall and his bum wasn’t too bad either… okay, his ass was perfect.

“Uh-Blaine” Blaine’s head snapped up. “A-are you okay, you’re sort of been staring for a while..”

“oh-no no no-uh” He spluttered. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind, sorry” He took another photo.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Yes, he did want to talk about it, he was angry and hurt and- but Kurt wouldn’t care, it’s got nothing to do with him an- his thoughts were cut off by the sound of Kurt-

“Has it got anything to do with that man I passed in the hall on the way up? He looked like a train wreck.” Blaine looked down at his camera. He put it down.

“Did he really look that bad?”

“Well-uh, yeah, he was sort of crying I think”

“Oh.” his voice was hollow. Kurt looked at him anxiously; did he think that it was his fault? What if he did. “It was his fault you know.. he’s uh-“

“A blast from the past? I know that look.” Kurt said moving away from the backdrop and toward Blaine.

“Yeah, something like that.” Blaine scoffed. They were both quiet for a moment.

“So,” Kurt sighed, “who’s fault was it?”

“What?” Blaine looked up “Oh-uh- his, it was his fault I guess.”

“Cheated on you?” Kurt leant against the table behind Blaine.

“How did you-yeah. Actually, I saw him fucking the guy on that table.” Kurt leaped up.

“Oh. Were you-uh” He paused “-serious? Did you love him?”

“You could say that” Blaine sighed. “I-I was on my way to get the ring”

“Oh I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to-It’s none of my business”

“No, no it’s okay” Blaine insisted. “I loved him, I thought he was it, the real deal, the one but…” He sighed “It’s been a year, I’m over him, and I don’t love him anymore, he just-“

“Opened up the wounds?” Kurt said nodding.

“How do you kn-“

“You could call me an expert in that area I guess..”

“Oh.”

Kurt’s phone buzzed, he grabbed it out of his bag and sighed. “I have to go, my roommate made dinner- she uh hates it when I’m late”

Blaine looked at his watch 7:30, wow that was a long shoot. “Yeah-it’s getting late”

Kurt gathered up his things and headed for the door. “Thanks Blaine, I’ll-uh see you next time?”

“Yeah” he said actually smiling for the first time all day, “see you.”