He tried to focus on the technical side to stop himself from running across the room to the bed and giving in to all the extremely inappropriate thoughts that Blaine was certainly not helping with. As the session progressed, Kurt found it more and more difficult to keep his eyes off the sliver of skin that peeked out between Blaine's top and the waistband of his jeans. What didn't help was Blaine stretching his arms further up and reaching for the headboard while a challenging smile played on his lips.

"Behave," Kurt mouthed with a stern look, but only got a smirk as a response.

Finally, he ran out of film for the black and white set and while he could've continued on digital, he was wound so tightly that it remained on the table.

"OK, we're done here, I'd say," he breathed out, relief palpable in his voice, "Amelie, did you get enough shots?"

"I got plenty, thank you," the photographer laughed, "Glad it wasn't more than any of us bargained for," she added quietly as she passed Kurt, making sure he was the only one who heard her, "you two are something else."

"Can I see?"

Kurt almost jumped when Blaine was suddenly right behind him, a robe wrapped around his shoulders to Kurt's relief. He felt the warm breath on his neck and was about to suggest that they leave looking at the photos until the next day when he felt a buzzing against his hip.

"Go away, Isabelle," he grumbled when he saw the familiar name pop up on the screen of his phone, "looks like you'll have a big audience tonight," he shot over his shoulder to Blaine.

"There's only one person I want to see there."

"I'm sure Isabelle will be pleased to hear that," Kurt couldn't resist remarking.

"I'll make sure to dedicate a song to her then."

"Blaine, can we get those clothes?" Mel called out from the other side of the room, pulling the clothing rack with her, "we need to get these back before they lock us out."

"Sure," Blaine nodded and Kurt felt him slowly pull away.

"I'll see you later, I'm going to bring these home and set up for the morning," Kurt called out after Blaine and started collecting all his equipment so he could leave.

"They'll have your name at the door," Blaine smiled and pulled his top off as he walked towards Mel, "I'll make sure there's a seat left."

"Don't forget to put Isabelle front and centre or we'll never hear the end of it."

Kurt watched Blaine slip out of the door and tried not to dwell on the amount of skin he'd just seen. There was definitely a cold shower in his very near future if he was to survive the evening and the rest of the photo shoot.

Why did I ever think watching Blaine get dressed and undressed multiple times was a good idea? He thought to himself,  At least that part is now over.

With the rest of the plans for the shoot occupying his mind, Kurt finished packing up and headed home to prepare for the evening show and the day after.