Kurt sipped a warm tea while he looked through a fashion magazine from Vogue, seeing what trends were popular and who was wearing what. Swirling his toes around in a bucket of warm water, he glanced up when the door swung open. Unique strode in with quick, short steps, his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. Putting his drink on the table beside his vibrating chair, Kurt chirped, "Is everything okay?"

Unique barely noticed him, and Kurt got a little distracted when a woman knelt in front of him and took his feet from the water. Finally walking over to him and sitting down in the chair beside of his, Unique muttered, "Ive had an awful morning."

Sincerely concerned, Kurt quietly murmured, "Whats wrong?" He looked down when the woman started swiping clear polish on his toes. "Ive had a wonderful morning. I got to wake up in a very cozy bed in Blaines arms, then I ate a muffin for breakfast, and then I came in here. I love spa treatment."

Unique didnt seem that amused, "Yeah. Well, those girls you invited were impossible to wake up, and one of them threw a pillow at me. And then I checked on Blaine because he wasnt out yet and he snapped at me. Hes so grumpy."

"Hes just quiet." Kurt glanced at his lap, unable to see Uniques harsh expression.

"Whatever." Unique muttered, "It was just a mistake to bring him here. Why are you even with that guy?"

Kurt lifted his wide eyes again, a startled look on his face. "Unique... that was very mean. Blaine makes me happy. Hes sweet and nice to me." Smiling as he thought of the way Blaine held him in his strong arms last night, squished to his warm chest, he looked up at Uniques annoyed expression. "Why dont you like him?"

Unique rolled his eyes, "As if you have to ask. Those girls you brought dont even like him because hes an ass. He glares at people a lot and he wont talk to anyone. Hes so clingy to you... he wouldnt let you go last night." Turning his attention to his nails, he bitterly said, "Hes not even your type."

Kurt was shocked by the severity in Uniques tone and the scrunch to his face. He wasnt sure what to say, so he turned his face away as if hed been slapped. Sniffing, he whispered, "Please be kind to Blaine."

Scoffing with annoyance, Unique whipped away from him and put a magazine in front of his face. Kurt wrapped his arms around himself and looked down at the tiny bird on the arm of his chair, Pavarottis head buried in his chest as he snoozed. Stroking him with the tips of his fingers, he cooed softly until they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Unique jerked his head up, briefly checking on Kurt to make sure he was covered by his robe. "Come in."

The door cracked open and a dark head appeared, a pile of curls dangling in a pair of golden eyes. Smiling, Kurt held his hands out, opening and closing them on nothing. "Blaine."

Blaine curved one corner of his mouth, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He walked across the room and was careful not to bump Kurts drying feet when he bent to kiss his cheek. "Morning, beautiful. You look pretty."

Kurt blushed and ran his fingers over his fuzzy robe, "I do? I just got my nails painted." Holding up his little hands and wiggling his fingers, he showed off his sparkly nails. "Arent sparkles so pretty?"

Kneeling on the floor in front of Kurt, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurts thighs, his hands gently stroking the soft skin. He pressed kisses to them, but pulled his head up when the door opened again. A man who Kurt didnt know stuck his head in, "Monsieur Hummel, thirty minutes until your limo will be here."

"Thank you." Kurt chirped, then he turned to Blaine and stroked his thick curls. The dark locks wrapped around his fingers, very soft and tickling. "I like playing in your hair."

Reaching up, Blaine grabbed a few locks and threw them out of his face, "My hair is a mess."

"No, I like it." He smoothed the hair that Blaine had tugged, "I love the dark color and how curly it is. Its beautiful." Touching Blaines cheek, he purred, "Youre a very handsome man."

Blaines skin turned red so he pulled his hair in his face to hide it, but Kurt kept stroking and rubbing. Humming as he tangled his fingers in the dark locks, he ogled Blaines hard face, the relaxed expression at his calming touch. His brows were only slightly lowered and he looked dazed, the corners of his mouth tugged down. His dark lashes moved a few times, but he was very still. "So handsome..." Kurt sighed again, and Blaines teeth bit down on his bottom lip.

Beside them, Unique made a sound and swung his feet to the floor. "Kurt, weve got to get there early. I think your toes are dry."

Tilting his head at Unique, he murmured, "Okay." He lifted one of his hands from Blaines hair and touched his fingertips to his lips, his eyes wide with confusion. He watched Unique stomp out of the room with his fists curled, then he returned his attention to Blaine when he shifted against him. "Why is Unique upset with me?"

Blaine finally pulled away from Kurt, his hair falling back into his face, "Honey, you didnt do anything wrong."

Kurt was still worried, his eyes on the door that Unique had slammed through. He didnt understand, and he didnt like people being mad at him. Feeling Blaines arms wrap around him and squeeze, he turned his head to him. Blaine kissed his forehead to soothe him, but Kurt suddenly didnt feel okay.

Blaine pinned himself to the wall of the elevator, feeling the tension that was impossible to avoid, even if he looked away from Unique and the girls. He wanted to protect Kurt from it, so he put his hands on his hips and tugged him against his body. Kurt, who had been oddly quiet since Uniques outburst that morning, buried himself in Blaines shirt, making himself as tiny as possible. "Unique," he suddenly said softly, and Unique looked over his shoulder, "can Blaine stay with me while Im fitted and have my makeup done?"

"Itd be best if he didnt." Unique curtly replied, leaving no room for questioning. "Were on a tight schedule and we have a lot to get done. We dont need distractions. Besides, if hes carrying that bird around, Stanley wont let him back in the dressing room."

Kurt looked very surprised, and he glanced at Pavarotti, who was perched on Blaines shoulder. "Pavarotti wont be any trouble-"

The elevator doors slid apart and Unique stepped out, letting the girls past him. Holding onto Blaine, he slipped into the designer room which was made for him. Pictures of him decorated the entire room and a few of his outfits were hung up. The girls explored the runway in the middle of the room, giggling at it and posing.

Looking away from them when a door smashed into a wall, Kurt jumped at the sight of Stanley, who strutted in with his arms spread. "Theres my superstar!" He put his hand under his chin and glanced over Kurt, "Perfection, just as I expected." Suddenly whipping around to a young girl, he barked at her, "What were you thinking, offering him the full facial? He doesnt need it. Have you ever seen a more brilliant face?"

Kurt nipped his bottom lip, nervously tightening his fingers around Blaines. Gently squeezing, Blaine rubbed his palm, and Stanley inhaled sharply. "Dont touch him. Who-or what-are you?"

Kurt gasped, "Monsieur Stanley-"

"Well, you cant even tell hes a man, he has so much of that awful hair covering his face." Striding up to Blaine, who flinched away, he reached up and shoved his thick hair off his forehead. "Pasty skin..." he noted, "nose is slightly bent at the bridge... thin cheeks... cracked lips. Get him out of my face before I gag."

While Blaine panicked and yanked his hair back into his face, his fingers digging into his palms, Kurt pleaded, "Monsieur Stanley, please. This is Blaine Anderson... hes my friend."

"Youre supposed to be very open with your friends if they look horrible." Stanley cut him off, then he whipped around and faced the girls. Grimacing, he muttered, "It must be an Ohio thing. And who are they?" When Unique opened his mouth to tell him, he waved him off, "I dont actually care. Just make them leave the room..." he pointed at Blaine. "Him, too."

The girl who must have been Stanleys assistant gestured for the girls to follow her, but Blaine stayed beside Kurt. Stanley lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, "Someone, give him a makeover just so we can see him at his best."

When a man approached Kurt from behind and touched his shoulder, he held onto Blaine, "Wait... please. Id like to keep Blaine with me."

"Absolutely not." Rolling his eyes, Stanley pushed Blaine away, "You and your awful bird can wait somewhere else. Superstar, Im not paying you to cling to some bush baby. Go get your face done before I fire you."

Letting go of Blaine when the man yanked him, he looked back at Blaines hard face, his brows lowered and his mouth very firm. "Im sorry-" he tried, but the man pulled him from the room.

Blaine leaned against the wall, his lids drooping and the corners of his mouth turning down with tiredness. He couldnt tell how long hed been sitting there, watching models appear and disappear to grab a shirt or shoe. Flicking his eyes to Pavarotti, who was snoozing on his knee, he scratched the top of his head and glanced up when he heard voices. He wasnt that interested, but it was the only thing for him to do besides get in the way.

The doors opened again, revealing Stanley and a much smaller boy who looked like he might fall asleep standing up. Kurt was very chafed and raw from swiping makeup on then wiping it off, his lips swollen and eyes puffy. His chin bobbed as Stanley went on and on, so Blaine put Pavarotti on his shoulder and got up to collect him.

Approaching them, he heard Stanley make a rude sound at him, but he ignored him and pulled Kurt to his chest. "Im taking Kurt back to the hotel now." He said without much room for arguing.

"Kurt, I expect you to be here early." Stanley put in as if Blaine hadnt even spoken. "Make me proud that I hired you, superstar."

"Yes." Kurt said quietly, burying his face in Blaines shirt. Blaine took him by his hips and guided him away from Stanley. After Blaine found the elevator and closed them inside, Kurt sighed and laid his lashes on his cheeks. "Youre so comfortable."

"Youve had a hard day." Blaine ran a soothing hand through his hair, "Let me rub your feet when we get to our room. Ill make you feel better."

"Thank you." Kurt peeped, his voice getting even softer. He was so tired, and Blaine felt terrible that his job was so difficult, especially with the people he worked with. Blaine thought he deserved much better.