Their first meeting had almost been a disaster and Kurt still groaned at the memory of it. He had been called in at the last minute, with the excuse from Isabelle that it was because they needed to make Blaine comfortable and since Kurt was also from Ohio, it would be perfect. He suspected she had noticed that he followed Blaine's career almost obsessively and didn't miss that Kurt played Blaine's debut album repeatedly long after it left the Top 40, but he never called her on it.

Kurt walked in the studio still talking through details of the photoshoot's settings and plan with the photographer who had been assigned to it originally and didn't stop to look where he was going until he nearly collided with a body standing just past the door.

"Oh my God I'm sorry," he muttered, hoping he didn't cause damage or run into someone important.

When he focused on the person he nearly knocked over, he froze and more apologies fell out of his mouth as he realized he was staring at Blaine himself.

"It's OK," the man smiled, "I didn't know there were more people modeling."

"Oh no, I'm not… I just…" Kurt stammered and blushed, "I'm not modeling," he shook his head, finding the idea ridiculous, "I'm the photographer."

"Are you?" Blaine looked him over with undisguised curiosity, "Nice to meet you, I'm…"

"Blaine Warbler Anderson," Kurt's cheeks flared red, "I'm sorry, I…" he stretched his hand out, "Kurt Hummel, pleased to meet you."

Blaine shook his hand and laughed, "It's been a while since someone called me that."

Kurt managed to get his wits together and smiled, "The Dalton Warblers, you were already a star back in Ohio."

"Oh?" Blaine tilted his head to look Kurt over, looking like he was rummaging through his brain for a memory.

"We competed against each other a few times," Kurt explained, "I'm a McKinley alumnus."

"You beat us," the laugh echoed through the room, "Well, at least one of the years you did. Original songs were a pretty amazing idea."

"That one was a bit of a miracle," Kurt shrugged, "you beat us the year after."

"Nothing like the power of P!nk and Katy Perry," the grin on Blaine's face was open and warm, "you didn't have a solo, though, or I'm sure I'd remember you."

"Oh no, background only. The center stage didn't turn out to be for me."

"Pity," the flirty tone was now obvious to Kurt, "you'd look good in front of the camera."

"I'm OK behind it," Kurt smiled, "which is where I'm going to go now to get ready."

With that, he walked away from Blaine, glad he didn't embarrass himself entirely. Until about halfway into the session when he couldn't tear his eyes away from Blaine's back during an outfit change and Blaine turned around before Kurt could look away.

Kurt was in charge of all the other photoshoots with Blaine since then, three more since the first one, because Isabelle decided that continuity was the key to the account. He tried to get out of at least some of them, but failed each time, since any excuse was dismissed as just that and one of the sessions was even rescheduled to accommodate Kurt.

He really had not planned to look at Blaine through his camera lens again after the last one, though, and as he was finishing his lunch, he remembered the account was supposed to be closed and the campaign finished.

Hey, why is the BDA account still live, anyway?

The text reply from Isabelle came almost immediately, like she was waiting for him to ask.

Personal request.

Kurt blinked at the words and for the life of him could not make sense of the response.