A timer beeped somewhere in the room and they pulled away from each other reluctantly. Kurt shook his head to clear the haze he'd been in since Blaine began kissing him and he blinked in disbelief when he realized how much time had actually passed.

"We should…" he started, but promptly forgot the words when Blaine's hand found his.

"Kurt, I…" Blaine whispered, "I should head out."

"Oh," the disappointment in Kurt's tone was obvious, "yeah, OK."

"No, I mean," the urgency seeped through Blaine's voice, "I just need to go back to my place and change and… it's getting late and I'm sure you need to get to these," he pointed to the prints hanging around the room."

"I do," Kurt nodded reluctantly, "and I have a feeling Isabelle's been blowing up my phone with questions and who knows what else."

"Can I…" Blaine hesitated for a split second, "could I have your phone number?"

Kurt, instead of rattling off his number or looking for a business card, pulled Blaine out of the darkroom and towards the hall where he'd left his bag. He dug around for his phone and handed it out to Blaine, a blush creeping into his pale cheeks.

"Would you mind putting yours in?" he asked quietly and couldn't stop the grin at Blaine's eager grab for the phone.

"Got it," Blaine handed the phone back with a smile.

Kurt looked at the screen and laughed when he saw that Blaine entered his name as Blaine Warbler, then pressed the call button and heard a familiar tune from Blaine's pocket.

"Teenage Dream? Really?"

"Nothing wrong with the song," Blaine jutted his bottom lip out in a pout, a gesture that made Kurt want to kiss him again, "now that I have your number, I can commence phase two of my stalking plan."

"Uh-oh, should I be worried?"

"Only if you really, really don't like my attempts to charm you."

"Oh is that what you were doing?" Kurt laughed and stepped closer to Blaine, "I don't know, Mr. Anderson, we might need to have a talk about professional behavior."

"Do we? I was under the impression you didn't mind too much," Blaine reached around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer.

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"You have really kissable lips, did you know?" the whisper brushed against Kurt's cheek.

"Do I?" Kurt shivered as Blaine's lips traced the outline of his jaw.

"I wish I could stay here and just kiss you all night," Blaine mumbled before sliding his lips against Kurt's gently, "but unfortunately," he groaned as his phone started buzzing again, "duty calls and I think my manager is about to have a heart attack," he glared at his phone.

"Well if you really need to go," Kurt sighed dramatically, but immediately cracked a smile, "I do need to unleash the editing programs on the photos, though, or Isabelle will have my head."

"No, can't have that. Your head comes with your lips and I'm rather fond of those," Blaine smirked.

"I'll let you know when I find out more about her evil plan with this new photoshoot," Kurt grumbled, "now go, before I decide to lock you up in the darkroom."

"Now there's an idea…"

"Go," Kurt laughed, "I'm sure your driver out there is about to start going crazy from all the waiting."

Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt one more time before dashing out of the door, not caring how disheveled he looked.

Now that would be one for the gossip magazines, Kurt thought with amusement before he slipped back into the darkroom to get working.