"You're actually…" Kurt paused, eyes still trained on the photos, "These are really good."

"I had a great subject," Blaine smiled from the camera, snapping photos of Kurt again.

"OK, no more camera for you, you're a little too trigger happy," they both laughed as Kurt tried to wrangle the camera out of Blaine's hands, "we need to run this past Isabelle and see what she did about the other locations."

"Do you think this will work?"

"Let me email her a few of these and see," Kurt was already booting up his laptop, "tell me again why I'm voluntarily providing her with photos of myself?"

"For the greater good, Kurt," Blaine said solemnly.

Kurt sent the email quickly and set the computer aside, leaning back on the couch.

"What are we doing with the rest of our day?"

"Would you care for heading out?"

"That depends entirely on what 'going out' means to you."

"A little dancing, a little drinking," Blaine rolled his eyes as Kurt frowned, "I said a little."

"I don't dance or drink."

"Lies, Mr. Hummel, they're all lies. OK, I don't know about the drinking and that's entirely optional, but you were in Glee, so you do dance."

"Let me rephrase it," Kurt glared but couldn't hold back the smile, "I don't dance anymore."

"I'll work on that one," Blaine stated, the challenge clear in his voice, "OK, no clubbing tonight, dinner and a movie then?"

"Are you trying to charm me, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt winked.

"Always."

They settled on ordering in and putting a DVD on, despite Kurt's protests that they'd get sick of the four walls of his apartment way too soon. Blaine cut him off quickly with a kiss and a mumbled "you're here, there's no way I'd get sick of this place" which Kurt responded to with a blush.

Eventually, Blaine had his manager text him enough times about meetings for the next day that he gave in and left to his own place, leaving Kurt to mull over the previous few days. He wondered a little whether they were getting attached to each other a little too much and too soon, but brushed it off because he knew he wouldn't be able to back off or slow down.

The next day in the office, Isabelle basically squealed at him about the plan for the shoot and they worked their way through locations for the parts that needed them. The plan was to split the shoot into stages of creating a magazine spread and that luckily involved places like the Vogue closet and their own offices, which Isabelle had already locked down for the day of the shoot. With the idea Blaine had for the part of developing photos, that only left one location and they managed to secure that easily.

"Hey," Kurt smiled into his phone, "how's the schedule going on your end? We've run through everything here, but I need to confirm tomorrow. Is it still OK?"

"Wait…" Blaine whispered hurriedly to someone on the other end of the call, "Yeah, we're still good; apparently you're lucky that I'm free."

"Well I wouldn't want to keep you from important business," Kurt laughed.

"Don't mock me."

Kurt could imagine the pout in Blaine's face and couldn't stop the chuckle escaping from his mouth at the image.

"And now you're laughing at me, great," Blaine grumbled, "fantastic, my boyfriend is mocking me and laughing at me, what did I do to deserve this?"

"Wait…" Kurt held his breath as the words registered, "Boyfriend…?"