"This should not be legal," the grumble came from behind a rack of clothes.

"What?" Kurt's voice echoed through the closet space.

"It's inhuman to wake people up this early."

Blaine appeared from behind the rack, his forehead scrunched with a frown. They were still alone in the room, Amelie and the rest of the crew not due to arrive for another half hour which they planned to use to choose the outfits for the first part of the shoot. Kurt eyed the sweaters in Blaine's hands and the shirts he had over his arms, matching them in his mind and nodding to himself.

"Oh yeah, your job is so hard," he rolled his eyes at Blaine and started arranging the clothes on a rack they allocated earlier.

"You got to go to sleep early," Blaine sighed, "I ended up with an impromptu gig that dragged out until after midnight".

"Didn't you say a while ago that you volunteered for the gig?"

"I…" Blaine grudgingly nodded, "I'm an idiot, aren't I?"

"Just a little over-achieving, honey," Kurt stopped organizing and pulled Blaine closer, "you wouldn't be where you are now, though, if you hadn't worked so hard."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and stretched up for a kiss that they easily lost themselves into, Kurt's hands sneaking into Blaine's freshly washed curls.

"I like your hair like this," he mumbled into Blaine's mouth, tugging gently on the hair.

"Well it's a good thing you're getting this out of your system before he's styled," Eric's voice came from the entrance, "Emma would kill you if you messed him up later."

"Hush you," Kurt shot to his friend with a grin, "you're early."

"Figured you'd need a chaperone so things don't get out of hand," Eric quipped, "what with the multiple outfit changes and impeding semi-nakedness."

Kurt groaned at the teasing and caught sight of Blaine's cheeks turning red.

"Oh good, keep that up, Eric, I won't need to use a blusher at all," a brunette said as she walked over to them, "for either of you two really."

"Knock it off, Sylvie," Kurt glared at the make-up artist and then looked around the room, "all of you."

"OK, OK," Eric lifted his hands in defense, "shall we get started now that we're almost all here then? We can set up before Amelie gets here."

"But…" Kurt started protesting weakly, but was immediately cut off by Eric.

"It's your shoot, even if she's the one behind the camera, remember?"

Moments later, the room was a flurry of preparations, tables and equipment being set up, the first layers of make-up and hair products applied and Kurt's outfit for the shoot chosen as he wouldn't be the one changing. Blaine, on the other hand, managed to put his foot down on his casual jeans and shirt being the initial outfit, since they were trying to shoot a progression that would start with his own clothes.

Amelie arrived when they were almost done with the setting up and dragged Kurt away to discuss the details of how he imagined the shoot. They got caught up in throwing around more ideas than they'd exchanged over emails the day before, scrapped some original ones and replaced them with new ones that seemed more fun. When they finally put down the notes they were taking and turned to the rest of the crew and Blaine, Kurt's breath caught in his throat at the sight in front of him.

"Are we ready to go, boss?" Eric piped up from the corner, but Kurt's eyes didn't move from Blaine, who stood by the clothes rack, his shirt unbuttoned and ready to be taken off.