"Isabelle!" Kurt bellowed across the office when he arrived there the next morning, "Don't even pretend you're not here, I saw your car!"

"Maybe I just left it here last night," came the voice from Isabelle's office.

"Sure you did," Kurt rolled his eyes, his voice lower now he was walking past her door, "like you would leave your baby unattended."

"OK, OK, you found me," she laughed, "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that you somehow roped me into being in front of a camera and posing for pictures, despite my repeated protests against it for… how long have I been working here?" Kurt glared at her, his hands on his hips.

"Long enough for me to know that I need to keep trying and you'll give in eventually," Isabelle smirked, "You'll do the shoot, won't you?"

"Do I even have the option not to?"

"No, not really," her smirk widened, "but don't tell me there's nothing in it for you."

"I…" a blush crept into Kurt's face and he suddenly found the detailing on Isabelle's desk fascinating.

"Sit, talk to me. How is Mr. Anderson?"

"Don't mock me, Isabelle," Kurt grumbled, "and Blaine is fine."

"Oh, that much I knew," she chuckled, "if by nothing else then by your photos. Good work on the shoot yesterday by the way, those were some of your best."

"Thank you," Kurt whispered.

"A little birdie tells me the two of you had a date after," she opened and Kurt's eyes flew to hers.

"Eric."

"Yes, Eric, not that it matters," Isabelle smiled warmly, "so how was the date?"

"It wasn't a date," Kurt shook his head, "we just went for coffee and to look at the photos, then you texted about the new shoot. Well, you and Blaine's manager."

"And nothing else happened?"

Kurt hesitated long enough for Isabelle's eyebrow to lift in a 'come on, spill, I know there's more' way and he sighed in defeat. Then, before he could stop himself, he told her about the kiss and that Blaine came to help with the photos.

"But hey, it probably means nothing much," he ended and slumped against the back of the chair.

"The boy arranged a photoshoot just so he could see you again, Kurt," Isabelle laughed, "I doubt it meant nothing to him."

Just as she finished, Kurt's phone buzzed in his pocket and he attempted to play it cool for a moment as he pulled it out. All pretence was forgotten when he saw Blaine's name flash on the screen and he quickly opened the text message.

"Speaking of the man of the hour," Isabelle's smile widened.

Kurt rolled his eyes at her and scanned through the text message, slightly disappointed that it only mentioned the upcoming shoot.

"His manager is arranging the details for the behind-the-scenes feature," Kurt explained, "they'll obviously need me there, so he's letting me know to tell my boss," he pointed to Isabelle, "when I won't be in the office."

"I'm sure I'll hear more about that soon," she nodded, "not like I'd stop you."

"Yeah, that's it," Kurt sighed.

Isabelle frowned at Kurt and opened her mouth to chastise Kurt for his negativity and doubt. Then she saw something in his eyes that made her stop and hesitate.

"This isn't just a simple crush, is it?" she said quietly and Kurt looked up at her, his eyes showing more fear she'd ever seen in them.

"I like him," he admitted in a whisper.

"Sweetie, he likes you back," Isabelle reached for Kurt's hand to hold his attention.

"I don't know."

"I do," she reassured and startled as a knock on the door echoed through the room, "and this might make you feel a little better," she added as she pointed towards the door.

"Hey you," Kurt almost jumped as the familiar voice came from the entrance, "I hope it's OK that I'm visiting you at work?"

"Sure, we were just finished," Isabelle laughed at Kurt's shocked expression, "go, take him out to lunch or something, he's no use to me today."

"It's not even ten," Kurt protested feebly.

"Well, don't come back until after lunch then. Now shoo, important business decisions need to be made here," she flicked her wrist towards the door.

"Lies," Kurt grinned, no longer hesitating, "you just want to snoop through the new collections by yourself."

"Hush you, no revealing secrets," Isabelle answered with a chuckle, "I'll share my findings if you bring good gossip in the afternoon."

"We'll see," he smiled warmly, "thank you."

Isabelle nodded and Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand without second thought as he led the man out of the office and straight for the elevator, only just grabbing his bag as they passed Kurt's desk.

"What now, Mr. Anderson?" he teased once they were alone.

"This first," Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt closer for a kiss.