"I… yes… what… of course," Kurt stammered and his train of thought was entirely derailed by the time he got those few words out, "I'll just…"

He reached for his laptop and tried to frantically unscramble his thoughts, but just in that moment, their orders were placed on the table and between trying to make space on the table and booting up his computer, he couldn't find a way to continue the earlier conversation. It didn't mean that he forgot, or that it stopped his curiosity about the reason for the shoot and everything about it. But instead of asking straight away, he decided to try and wait for a moment when it wouldn't seem that forced, hoping that he'd get answers that way.

"These are today's," he explained, opening the image viewer, "there are some that I don't have here, though."

"Why is that?" Blaine asked, genuinely curious, "I thought you said you'd just transfer them over."

"I did, they're all the ones from the digital," Kurt waved towards the screen, "but I like to do some black and white shots on classic film. Those will need to be developed later, and then scanned."

"Oh…" Blaine moved in closer and his eyes darted around the screen, "These are fantastic, Kurt."

"Thank you," Kurt managed to say, more than slightly distracted by the warmth of Blaine's body right next to him, "the subject made it easy," he grinned.

You're flirting, what are you doing, Kurt! he immediately yelled at himself.

"Flattery gets you everywhere," Blaine smirked back, "I'll overlook the blatant lie, though. I'm no model, I'm sure those are easier to work with."

"Well, they do need less food breaks," Kurt laughed, glad that he didn't make Blaine uncomfortable.

Kurt's phone buzzed on the table and he quickly scanned over the text message from Isabelle, frowning a little at its content.

"Is something wrong?" Blaine's eyebrows mirrored Kurt's frown.

"Not really, just," Kurt read through the text message again, "Isabelle's wording of this message," he looked up at Blaine then dropped his eyes back to his phone, "why would she need to ask me how many pages I think the photos will take up? She'd normally know this before the shoot."

Blaine froze and suddenly seemed to be unnaturally interested in the non-existent wood pattern on the table in front of them.

"I mean, it did seem like it was a last minute arrangement, but we don't ever do a shoot before the content space has been allocated," Kurt mused on, still focusing on his phone.

"She didn't know," Blaine mumbled towards his hands, "it wasn't supposed to…"

Kurt's eyes shot up to the man next to him, eyes wide and his face a picture of confusion.

"How could she not have known?" he asked and saw the fear in Blaine's face when their eyes met.

"There wasn't supposed to be a new shoot," Blaine's voice broke, "the clothes aren't a special line, but…"

"The account was closed," Kurt whispered, "and they reopened it because of a personal request."

He knew his face was giving away that the pieces of the puzzle and everything he was confused about was starting to come together in his mind.

"It wasn't a request from Vogue or the designer, was it?" he directed his question at Blaine, holding his breath for an answer.