The rest of the shoot luckily went swimmingly, despite the cold and the distractions for Kurt caused by Blaine's last few poses. He was glad for the camera in his face and the parka he decided to keep on, because the visuals he was seeing through the lens and his slightly overactive imagination were almost enough to send him into very inappropriate and unprofessional daydreams. Instead of letting himself float away on the images in his head, he forced them out of his brain and locked them away for another time.

"You ready to go?" Blaine asked when he walked out of the wardrobe room, now dressed down again in the yoga pants he'd arrived in.

"Just need to pack up and wait for the photos to transfer," Kurt waved in the vague direction of his laptop, "then we can figure out where to go."

"Oh I already have an idea," the bright smile was back in Blaine's face, a nice contrast to the somber mood of the photos, "seeing as I'm not dressed for a high-profile restaurant or anything. You don't mind something quieter, do you?"

Kurt shook his head, "I wouldn't know what to do somewhere that requires a three-piece, anyway."

"Pity, I bet you'd look amazing in one," Blaine grinned, "maybe I'll get the chance to see you in one someday."

With that, he left the room again, leaving Kurt reeling from the comment and all the implications were now crowding his brain in the most inconvenient way.

He's just naturally flirty, Kurt managed to tell himself, don't let your hopes fly.

But the possibility and the more than minor hope didn't leave him as he packed up the last of his gear and checked that the photos from the memory card transferred. He scanned through the folder quickly, then double-checked his laptop for possibly embarrassing things he needed to at least hide if not delete and when he calmed himself down a little, grabbed his heavy bag and set off to find Blaine.

"Not the best place to nap," Kurt quipped when he found Blaine on a windowsill, gazing dreamily out at the skyline.

"Oh sorry," Blaine scrambled off his waiting spot, "I just… I forget sometimes how beautiful the view is."

Kurt nodded, familiar with the feeling, and motioned towards the door, "shall we?"

"I can't wait to see your magic," Blaine grinned happily and winked before he headed outside.

A car was parked outside the building, obviously waiting to drive them wherever they were going and Kurt's eyebrow rose when the driver got out and opened the door for them. Blaine shrugged and slid into the backseat, his hand stretched out to grab Kurt's bag.

"Geee, what are you carrying, bricks?" he gasped when the weight almost made him drop it, "or do you just carry all your gear by yourself?"

"Not all of us have drivers and assistants and such," Kurt smirked.

Blaine blushed and his face showed a little discomfort that made Kurt immediately feel guilty.

"I'm joking!" he exclaimed quickly with an apologetic tone.

"It's OK," Blaine smiled, still a little embarrassed, "I'm just not used to it and don't think I ever will be. Now, let's get some coffee."

Kurt let himself relax into the comfortable seats, glad that his comment didn't ruin the mood.