They finished the dinner and coffees, chatting easily as if they'd known each other forever, none of the tension they'd both built up through the day left over.

"I still can't believe I don't remember you from the glee competitions," Blaine admitted, "I'd even tried to go through my old videos, but I just can't."

"Really, I'm not surprised," Kurt smiled, "Just about everyone was overshadowed by Rachel."

"She definitely has a stage presence," Blaine laughed, "I've noticed when we did the one showcase last year. Wait!" his eyes widened.

"Yes, I was there," Kurt blushed, "to support Rachel, of course."

"Of course," Blaine smirked, "no ulterior motives involved."

"Hey," Kurt smacked Blaine's shoulder lightly, "I'm not the one arranging unnecessary photo shoots to get what I want."

The pout on Blaine's lips was so adorable that it made Kurt completely forgot everything else as he leaned over and brushed his lips against Blaine's.

"Oh," Blaine breathed out when Kurt pulled away, shocked by his own actions.

"I'm sorry, I…"

"No, don't. I wanted to do that for so long," Blaine whispered and leaned in to return the soft kiss.

Kurt's hand rose to Blaine's cheek as their kiss deepened, their eyes closed and both of them were completely oblivious to the world around them until a gentle cough interrupted the moment. A bright blush rose on both their faces as they looked up to the waitress who was standing by their table with a soft smile on her face and their bill in hand.

"Sorry," Kurt mumbled with embarrassment and dug into his bag for his wallet.

"It's OK, I'm sorry to interrupt," the waitress laughed, "but I'm afraid we're about to close, so…"

"I'll get this," Blaine whispered to Kurt, not leaving him room for protest, "thank you," he smiled at the girl as he handed over some notes, "keep the change."

"You…" Kurt began to protest, but a finger over his lips stopped him.

"Date, remember? And I was the one to ask," Blaine laughed, "if you deign me worthy of another one, it can be your turn."

"If I deign you worthy… yeah, OK, because that's likely to be an issue," Kurt rolled his eyes, "you clearly needed to twist my arm for this one too."

They laughed together as they gathered up everything and Kurt sighed when he checked his watch.

"I do need to get started on editing the photos," he grumbled, "because even though this was a bit of a set up, Isabelle apparently still needs results of my work day."

"Does she?" Blaine stopped, surprised, "But…"

"It seems you just created a new line," Kurt added after he looked through the text messages he'd missed while they were eating, "which means I need to go and hide in the dark room and get the black and whites done."

Blaine pulled his own phone out and his eyebrows shot up at whatever he found there.

"You sent proofs to Isabelle during the shoot?"

"I usually do. She tends to insist on seeing things in progress so she can pipe in with ideas."

"Kurt, you…" Blaine's voice drifted off and his eyes were wide open as he scrolled through his phone.

"What?"

"Does Eric normally do his own photos?"

"No," Kurt said, confusion obvious in his voice, "why are you asking?"

Blaine just turned his phone around wordlessly, a smirk playing on his face.