"So, where do you want me?" Blaine asked, wrapping his jacket tighter around himself.

"Loaded question," Eric remarked, rather unhelpfully as Kurt let him know via a glare.

"Shut up," he grumbled at Eric under his breath before he turned to Blaine, "We'll begin here," he pointed to the chair hanging off the ceiling, "we'll see how many spotlights we need."

The set up didn't take long and while they were putting up spotlights around the set and oh, Blaine lying on the bed was already dangerous the make-up and wardrobe people trickled in one by one. When Kurt was happy enough with the lighting, he sent Blaine to get changed in a room off set, which, as he told himself, totally wasn't there to lower the chances of anyone getting distracted. He told himself it was just so much more convenient to have all the clothes away from the main area.

"OK, ready," Blaine strode in, already dressed in one of the suits for the line, "command me, sir."

Kurt paled at not only the way the suit fit Blaine perfectly, as expected from a line made specifically with him in mind, but also at the "sir" mention. Eric nudged him softly when it seemed like Kurt wasn't going to snap out of his haze.

"Just," Kurt gulped, "we'll do the same order as we did during the set up."

"OK," Blaine smiled and walked over to the chair, settling into it comfortably, "do you want serious or smiles?"

"Let's keep it serious," Kurt replied, "eyes into the camera for now, please."

He snapped a few photos from the camera he had set up on a tripod in the middle of the room, then grabbed a hand-held and walked a little closer, motioning to Blaine when he needed him to move.

"Wait," Kurt stopped and lowered his camera, "what's with the hair?"

A glance at the stylists only gave him a shrug in response to his query and his eyes flickered back to Blaine, who was trying to not run his fingers through the usually gelled to perfection curls. Kurt had only just realized that they weren't completely plastered to his head now, as they usually were, but a little more loose than usual.

"I am…" Blaine paused and lowered his eyes bashfully, "trying a new style?" he half-asked.

"Oh," Kurt ran his eyes over the man again, "I suppose… I hope you know what you're doing, we wouldn't want to have to force you back for a reshoot."

"No, it will definitely be fine," Blaine said a little too quickly.

"It does suit you," Kurt's cheeks heated up again as he mumbled the compliment, "you should stick with it."

"Thank you."

"Now, let's get this done before you freeze to death," the camera rose to Kurt's face again and he began snapping pictures without warning Blaine which was rewarded with a few shots that looked more like candids than styled photos.

These are staying on my laptop, Kurt mused as he quickly scrolled through them during a small pause.