Kurt stared at the photo on Blaine's phone and felt his jaw slowly dropping as he tried to take in what he was looking at. There, on the small screen, was a photo of him with the handheld camera trained on Blaine in front of him, both of them focused and serious.

"How do… does Isabelle have your number?" he asked shakily after what seemed like an eternity.

"No," Blaine shook his head as he pulled his arm back, fingers back on the screen, "these are from my publicist."

"But…"

"It looks like not only did I create a new line," he chuckled, "but they want to do a 'how it happened' shoot."

"How what happened?"

Blaine frowned at his phone in concentration and looked back up, a glint in his eyes.

"Looks like, Mr. Hummel, you've been named as the art director for the shoots on top of being a photographer."

Kurt grabbed his own phone that had been buzzing on the table almost without a break and scrolled through the messages that were lighting it up.

"I'm the… wait, what?" he mumbled, his brain trying to process the information, "but… how can they say the whole account was my responsibility? I only jumped in to Amelie's set up for the first one…"

"And you rearranged it completely, remember?"

Kurt's mind wandered back to the first shoot and then he thought back on all the other ones, suddenly realizing that while he'd been only called to take the photos, he ended up changing set ups and no one said a word.

"I didn't even think it strange," he whispered more to himself than Blaine, "they just let me run with it."

"And now you're the brains behind the whole promotion for the BDA line."

Kurt slumped back in the chair and tried to remind himself to breathe, while Blaine was smiling at him happily.

"And they want to do what?"

"Another shoot, with both of us, a new line and a behind-the-scenes feel. At least, that's what my publicist emailed me."

"That's what Isabelle's texts say, but I thought she was joking."

"Clearly," Blaine grinned, "she just wanted to get you in front of the lens all along."

"Now that," Kurt sighed, "that I definitely wouldn't put past her. She's asked me for crazy things like that before."

"Crazy?"

"I don't do posing," Kurt grumbled, "I leave that to professionals."

Blaine's eyebrows shot up, "well, I did OK for someone who's not a model, didn't I?"

"I'm…" Kurt stumbled over his words, "I'm sorry, I didn't… but you're a performer and you know how to be in front of the camera and..."

"And so do you," Blaine reassured, "come on, this will be fun."

Finally, at the sight of the pleading face in front of him, Kurt sighed in resignation.

"Fine, I'll text Isabelle to arrange it," he muttered, "but I still need to get to the rest of today's photos."

Blaine hesitated for a brief moment, but eventually something in his face shifted and he looked at Kurt with determination.

"Can I come with you?"