When the doors slid open on ground floor, they pulled away from each other, their faces carrying matching blushes. Kurt was still catching his breath when he felt Blaine's fingers wrap around his and the tug that pulled him out of the elevator and into the lobby.

"Come on," Blaine laughed, "Let's get out of here."

"And where are we going?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow as they reached the car that was predictably waiting for Blaine.

"Not sure yet, but I'll figure something out," Blaine shrugged, "get in."

As the car moved off the Vogue building, Kurt started wondering just how fast Blaine would be able to arrange anything like reservations for brunch. He watched as Blaine's fingers worked over the screen on his phone, obviously texting someone, but giving no hints as to where they were going.

"Are you allergic to anything?" Blaine's face lifted from the screen only long enough for Kurt to shake his head.

"What are you…?"

"You'll see," Blaine mumbled, still engrossed in his phone.

Instead of wasting energy on trying to figure out Blaine's planning, Kurt pulled out his own phone and tried to read and work through some of his emails. It didn't take long to realize he didn't have the necessary focus for that, so instead he let his mind wander to the upcoming shoot he would have to be a part of.

"Hey," Blaine interrupted just as Kurt's mind was starting to drift off into dangerous territory, "where did you just go?"

"What? Me? Nowhere," Kurt rambled as his cheeks heated up.

"Sure," a smirk appeared on Blaine's lips, "It seemed like a good place, I was just wondering if you'd share."

Oh I was sharing, Kurt thought, not quite ready to disclose those thoughts yet, though.

"I was just…" he stumbled over his words, "thinking about the shoot we have coming up."

"Oh that," Blaine smiled, curiosity obvious in his expression, "Did you come up with anything good yet?"

"No, just stray ideas," Kurt's shoulders slumped in obvious relief that the topic changed, "I might not come up with anything until we're there. Plus, Amelie is shooting so I might not even be given artistic license to decide."

"Ha, like they'd let someone else take over," Blaine chuckled, "it's about your choices on the campaign, after all."

Kurt shrugged, knowing how fickle decisions could be on things like that, but the he realized the car was now stationary.

"Where are we?" he peeked out of the window.

"You'll see," Blaine laughed and reached out for Kurt's hand, "let me surprise you," he whispered as he tugged gently to get Kurt moving outside.

"Are you trying to impress me, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt laughed when he saw the restaurant they were at, "I didn't know they opened for breakfast."

"They don't," Blaine shrugged, "but someone there owed me a favor. And yes, I am very much trying to impress you."

"Well, consider me thoroughly wooed," Kurt batted his eyelashes exaggeratedly, pretending to swoon.

"Don't make fun of me!" Blaine pouted, "I just…"

They stopped in the entrance and Kurt looked at Blaine with curiosity as the other man blushed and muttered to himself.

"Look, I…" Blaine finally spoke up more clearly, "I really like you. A lot."

"Blaine," Kurt whispered and squeezed Blaine's hand in his, "I like you, too. There's no need to impress or woo."

"But I want to," Blaine smiled, relieved and a little giddy, "let me? Please?"

"I can't say no to that," laughter rang through Kurt's voice, "or maybe I just can't say no to you."

"We'll revisit that note at a more appropriate time," Blaine winked, "come on, brunch time," he pulled Kurt inside the restaurant.