Kurt almost missed the way Blaine shook his head in response to his question, but then the hazel eyes looked into Kurt's and Blaine's voice reached Kurt's ears.

"No, it was mine," he let the words slip through his lips.

There was a moment of silence, a lull that should have been uncomfortable but really wasn't, as Kurt's thoughts finally clicked together and his eyes widened.

"You…" he gasped, his eyes still locked with Blaine's, "but why?"

"I just…" Blaine gulped and dropped his gaze to the table, "I wanted to… I had no other excuse to see you again," he finally managed to say.

Kurt froze and his mouth opened to say something, but no words were making their way to his lips, his brain frazzled.

He likes me? was the first clear thought to surface from the chaos, I've been daydreaming about him since the very first shoot and he… he LIKES me?

"You… what?"

Blaine looked up at the sharp tone in Kurt's voice, eyes wide and panicky.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I overstepped and I shouldn't have done that. I don't…"

Kurt watched his flustered companion and without thinking it over too much, reached out for Blaine's hand, covering it with his own to try and calm both of them down.

"Blaine," he spoke quietly, finding some steadiness in the touch, "I have something to show you."

Kurt pulled his laptop closer and opened the folder with that day's photos up on the screen, scrolling through them with one hand while the other stayed firmly on Blaine's. When he got to the photos he wanted to show Blaine, he turned the screen around a little and heard Blaine's gasp.

"You… when did you take these?"

"In between set-ups," Kurt explained, his voice a little shaky, "these weren't for the photo spread. You weren't the one to overstep," he looked up at Blaine from the screen, "if anyone did, it was me."

Blaine was still staring at the pictures in front of him, most of them capturing him laughing at a joke or something that was said on the set, but then there were a few of him gazing out of the window while he was waiting to be called to his place.

"They're beautiful," he exhaled, "they are… is this how you see me?"

The only thing Kurt managed in that moment was a nod, his cheeks warm and red, hands shaking a little as he waited for Blaine's reaction.

"We were a little stupid, weren't we?" Blaine said with a chuckle, "me with my extra shoot operations…"

"Me sneaking in photos that I could keep…" Kurt added.

Blaine turned his hand around and linked his fingers through Kurt's, squeezing gently to get him to look up. A smile played on both their faces when their eyes met and neither could hold back the hesitant laugh.

"I was…" Kurt gathered all his courage, "I was kind of hoping…"

"Would you mind if I counted this," Blaine said after a pause from Kurt, his free hand pointing around them with a sweeping motion, "as a date?"

"I wouldn't. That's what I hoped it could be," the admission slipped from Kurt's lips easily.

"Me too," Blaine replied, "but I still want to see the rest of the photos," he laughed.

Kurt grinned, "I'm so glad you didn't actually say you want to be invited to the dark room. That would…"

"I figured I'd leave it to you to ask. Just to hear if it sounds like a lame chat up line."

They both laughed, the tension of their conversation broken.