Once the first part of the shoot was wrapped, after several stops and starts during the shirt exchanges and more when Kurt was picking the rest of the outfits to match, they were all ready for a lunch break.

"That was entirely not fair," Kurt muttered to Blaine.

"Like you weren't teasing from the start," Blaine's laughter echoed through the room.

"Bending over that way just to put on your pants, though, Blaine?" Kurt rolled his eyes, "cheap move."

"You buttoning my shirt the way you did? That wasn't much better."

"I'd prefer to unbutton it," the words were whispered into Blaine's ear as Kurt leaned in, his hands resting on Blaine's shoulders.

Everyone else had left moments ago and Kurt was all too aware of the silence around them. Blaine stretched up to brush his lips over Kurt's but pulled away all too soon.

"Later, maybe," he winked and turned to walk towards the door, calling out over his shoulder, "Come on, let's get some food."

Kurt was frozen in place until Blaine disappeared through the door, then shook his head to clear it and followed his boyfriend, a frustrated groan slipping from his lips.

Lunch was a loud affair, with everyone from the crew talking up a storm, not only planning for the rest of the shoot, but just chattering away about their weekends and plans for after work.

"Are you going to join us later, Kurt?"

He turned to Eric at the mention of his name and his face betrayed that he wasn't really paying attention to that part of the conversation.

"Join you where?"

"The new club that's opened last week," Eric explained, "Blaine said he could get us in after we'd wrapped everything tomorrow."

"I'm almost afraid to ask what kind of a club, since you're so excited about it," Kurt teased with a grin, "It's not karaoke, is it?"

"I know better than to ask you to karaoke again," Eric laughed.

"Again?" Blaine spun his head towards Eric and Kurt, "You did karaoke?"

"Sure did," Kurt blushed, "Not that I'd care to repeat that experience."

"Sung us all under the table too," Sylvie joined in, "I don't think even you could keep up, Blaine."

"That sounds a lot like a challenge," Blaine laughed.

"Have we all missed the tiny detail that I am not going to karaoke again?" Kurt grumbled.

"We'll see about that," Blaine whispered into his ear while everyone else laughed, "I might have ways to persuade you."

Kurt felt the shiver running down his spine at the words in his ear and the closeness of Blaine's lips to his skin, but kept up a blank face to his own surprise.

"No can do, Mr. Anderson," he smirked, "You'd have to work way harder to get me to sing for you."

"Who said anything about you singing for me?"

"You didn't have to. And do you, a professional, really want to be showed up by an amateur like me?"

"That sounds like you're at least considering it," Blaine's smile widened, "I'll take it."

"Whatever makes you happy," Kurt suddenly realized the others weren't paying attention to them anymore, wrapped up in different conversations.

"Now that, I'd be willing to elaborate on later for sure," Blaine reached for Kurt's hand under the table, "without an audience."

The tension in their corner of the table was suddenly thick enough to be cut with a knife.