Kurt watched as Blaine's cheeks turned an even darker shade of red, pretty sure that the thoughts were on the same level as his own, entirely unsuitable for daylight and brunch hour.

"Maybe some other time," Blaine mumbled in response and his eyes dropped to the quickly emptying plate.

"OK," Kurt couldn't suppress the grin filled with anticipation, "topic change. I wanted to pick your brain on ideas for the torture I've been roped into."

"The behind the scenes shoot?"

"Yeah, because short of trying to get another collection and just pretending we're doing a new spread for Vogue, I'm out of ideas."

"Well, that's not the worst idea, though I don't know how we'd go about pulling a whole new collection out of thin air," Blaine sighed, "you're the photography genius here."

"I'm nowhere near a genius," Kurt grumbled, "You're forgetting I just fell into doing all that without any preparation or conscious forethought."

 "You've done well handling this as you go," Blaine pointed out, "maybe that's all we need to do, be on a set and see what happens."

They finished their meals in silence and Kurt tried to not stare at Blaine too often. It helped calm him that more often than not, whenever he looked up to Blaine, their eyes met and it was obvious that Blaine was having just as hard a time keeping his eyes off Kurt.

"Got any more wooing plans for today, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt teased when they finished up and walked out of the restaurant, "because I'm not sure I can handle more."

"You should get used to it," Blaine laughed as he reached for Kurt's hand, "Is this OK?" he nodded towards their entwined fingers.

The only thing Kurt managed was a nod as he blushed shyly, his earlier flirty boldness gone again.

"I suppose I should get you back to work," Blaine sighed with resignation, "when is this shoot supposed to happen anyway?"

"Isabelle said whenever we both have time, so we should compare schedules," Kurt explained, "do you want to come into the office and we can figure a time?"

Blaine nodded and they slowly walked towards the car that he'd called a few moments before they left. Once they reached Vogue and before they entered the building, Blaine pulled Kurt closer for a kiss that left them both breathless.

"I wanted to do that all morning," he muttered when their lips parted.

"Me too," Kurt replied in a hushed tone, "I could get used to this."

With a laugh, they walked past the lobby and into the elevator, locking their lips together again the moment the door closed behind them. By the time they reached Kurt's floor, they were both out of breath and Kurt bit his lip as he noticed his slightly disheveled appearance in the mirror walls. Isabelle was sitting on a sofa in front of their offices, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"You look like you had a good brunch," she quipped when they walked in, hands still firmly clasped together, "you're back early."

"We've got a shoot to plan," Kurt threw her a death glare, "thanks to you."

"Well, go then," she laughed, "make sure the door is locked though!" she called out after them.

"Oh my God," Kurt groaned as the door clicked closed behind Blaine's back, "I am so sorry. Let's just," he moved quickly towards his desk, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks, "let's look at the schedules and get this over with."

He focused his eyes on the computer screen, trying his best to ignore the images that Isabelle's comment brought to his mind.