Blaine sighed heavily as he stood on the pedestal in the middle of Kurt's bathroom. This was like, literally the most awkward situation ever. When they drove down to the studio, they were apparently too late so they locked them out. Kurt reluctantly agreed to having it done in his hotel room, but it needed to be completed right away and there wasn't really any other option. 

"Alright, now just.. Um. Slide your pants down, and if you're wearing boxers you're going to have to uh, take those off too.." Kurt walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, carrying a simple tape measure and a pencil tucked behind his ear. Blaine smiled, this was Kurt in his element. This is what he does for a living, basically. The look suited him well, too.

"Blaine?" Kurt waved a hand in front of his face, attempting to snap him back into reality. 

"Huh?" Blaine wondered, clearly in another world. He shuffled on the pedestal uncomfortably, waiting for further direction.

"Take your pants off." Kurt instructed, turning around briefly to lay down the notepad and write a few things down on a blank sheet of paper. Blaine wondered what he was scribbling down.

"Oh. Yeah, alright." Blaine blushed, slowly sliding down his fitting black jeans. 

Great day to pick boxers, Blaine. Real genius of you. Blaine reprimanded himself as he slowly pushed down his boxers to his ankles. He was naked. In Kurt's bathroom. Like, stark naked. Kurt was about to see all of him before they even had dinner together. 

Kurt turned around, and immediately froze when he saw that Blaine's pants were in a pile on the fucking floor. The tension in the room grew to an incredible level. Some people just do not understand how complicated it is to stand completely naked in front of a beautiful man who would soon be inches away from your dick. Oh yes, this was a simple thing. Pfftt. Blaine mentally scoffed.

Kurt attempted to shake his thoughts as well, and snapped back into professional mode. "Alright, I'm sure you've done plenty of these before, right?" Kurt walked over, grabbing the tape measure off the counter and standing right in front of Blaine. 

"Done w-what?" Blaine questioned, as he realized his stupidity. He was thinking with his dick, again. To be fair, Kurt's question had a dirty meaning too.  Or, at least Blaine thought it did. Either way, if a man was eye level to your penis, and asking that question, it seemed like it could be perverted.

"Fittings?" Kurt looked up curiously, a smile tweaking on his lips. How is he so calm!? Blaine wondered, completely flustered. 

"Oh, yeah. Plenty of times." Blaine straightened up as Kurt placed a hand on his thigh, then looked up him into the eyes.

"Just relax, alright? I don't bite." Kurt winked, fucking winked, at Blaine. He ran the tap measure across his thigh, gently rising it so it was pressed against the top of his hipbone. The press felt so nice, and relaxing that Blaine couldn't help but melt under the touch. That is, until Kurt moved his hand closer toward Blaine, and accidentally brushed against his cock. But Kurt didn't apologize, he moved on like it was normal, and Blaine almost choked on his own saliva.

"Breathe.." Kurt giggled, and left his hand pressed completely against Blaine's upper thigh as he scribbled down his measurements on the notepad in front of him.

Blaine sighed, and tried to think of the most unattractive things there was in this entire world. Vaginas, vaginas vaginas. Blaine tried, though he knew that was going to fail because it related to sex in general. Getting eaten by a zombie. Being thrown up on. Being thrown up on by a zombie! Blaine closed his eyes, and attempted to focus. He could feel himself hardening by the minute, and prayed to God he would stay soft. 

Kurt went back to work, biting his lip as he measured the other side of Blaine's thigh, his hand moving dangerously close to Blaine's cock. When he moved up to adjust the tape measurer, his entire palm brushed against Blaine's tip, and Blaine couldn't supress a moan. It had been so long since he had been touched like this, nontheless by someone so gorgeous, he couldn't control himself. 

Kurt froze as soon as he heard the sound rip quietly out of Blaine's mouth, and he finally turned his head to come face to face with Blaine's dick. He eyed the long length curiously, staring at how Blaine was already hard.

"I'm so-sorry. I didn't, I mean.. I couldn't-" Blaine spazzed, trying to climb off the lift and leave.

"No, it's alright." Kurt held him in place, pressing his lips against Blaine's thigh. "It's okay, shhh." Kurt murmured, kissing his hips softly, then moving back to finish his measurements. "I really need to get this done though, okay?" Kurt giggled. Though Blaine could tell when they made eye contact that Kurt's pupils were blown incredibly wide, dark and shining with lust.

"M-Mhm." Blaine agreed, then stood firmly in place yet again. He was completely hard now, and Kurt knew. Kurt fucking knew, and he enjoyed it. 

"Okay, now turn around for me." Kurt comandeered, and waited for Blaine to carefully face the other way.

Blaine did as he was told, and eyed the shower in an attempt to focus again.

Kurt's hands moved down toward Blaine's lower back, near his tailbone to measure the length across. Oh my god his ass is perfect. Kurt thought, completely hard in his jeans beneath Blaine. How ridiculous was this? He got to see Blaine Anderson completely naked, and was touching him. That little burst of confidence Kurt had earlier, when he almost fucking assaulted his beautiful cock that was flushed right in front of him.

Kurt finished measuring his waistline, and moved down towards his asscheeks. Why not have a little fun? Kurt questioned, and massaged Blaine's firm cheeks.

"Uhf!" Blaine shouted, almost falling off the high step. "K-Kurt what are you doing?" He stuttered out as he felt Kurt rubbing against his hole, Blaine's breath quickening rapidly under Kurt's touch.

"Do you want me to stop?" Kurt whispered, his mouth flush against Blaine's ass. 

"No, n-no, god fuck please don't stop.." Blaine rambled, letting Kurt have all of him.

He could feel Kurt whisper "Good." against his hole, and braced himself for the touch. Kurt licked a stripe up his hole, and caused Blaine to gasp loudly. Kurt smirked to himself, and spread Blaine's cheeks wide open.

Kurt decided to plunge his tongue straight into Blaine's hole, twisting his tongue in rapid motions, relishing in the practice he's taken in this before. 

"Fuck, Kurt.." Blaine whispered, jerking himself off as he marveled in the hot, wet pressure impending his ass.

"Mmmmm.." Kurt hummed, licking the front of his hole as best as he could, making sure he was completely wet, sucking gently.

Blaine was almost fully gone at that moment, the amazing job Kurt was licking him so quick, deep and gentle, had Blaine writhing and about to burst in any second.

"Blaine?" Kurt questioned, walking into the room and alerting Blaine back into the present.

"Mmhf," Blaine moaned, startling himself awake. Oh, fuck...that was a dream. and Blaine had a hard-on...and was sitting on the floor, his erection bopping up tightly and completely visible in his tight jeans.

"Oh My God," Kurt stared, cupping his hand over his mouth as he giggled rapidly.

"I'm so, so so so so sorry." Blaine freaked, instantly standing up and about to leave.

"Well, unfortunately you can't leave yet. So get your ass back in here." Kurt smirked, clutching his tape measurer and that same fucking notepad and that same fucking pencil tucked behind his ear. Blaine internally flinched at the word ass, and moved to stand on that same fucking pedestal.

"Alright, just slide down to your undergarments for me and it'll be over really quick." Kurt promised, waiting for Blaine to drop his drawers so he could get to work.

The scene was playing out all too similar for Blaine, that he almost felt like a psychic. He actually prayed that his dream would re-enact in reality, it literally would be a dream come true. 

Kurt quickly pressed his hands against Blaine's boxers, measuring the length of his thighs and how long his cock rested in his shorts. That was an awkward moment for both of them, considering Blaine had a raging erection. So instead, Kurt just imagined how he would rest softly in his speedo, to figure out the cup size, of course.

When Kurt patted his hip, Blaine knew that meant to turn around. When he did, he felt Kurt's hand working across his waist, measuring the width and outlining the length of Blaine's upper thighs/asscheeks. 

"Alright, that should be fine." Kurt heaved a sigh as he finished writing down the measurements and walking back out of the room.

Thank God, Blaine thought in his flustered head. Though he was kind of disappointed on the turn-out, he should have known better. The situation probably wasn't comfortable for Kurt at all either, so he'd have to work with it. Blaine internally prayed that they would easily oversee this and continue to work together.

When Blaine walked out of the bathroom, soft again, thankfully, he noticed Kurt at his computer. 

"I'm just going to send a quick e-mail, and then we can maybe go get lunch or something?" Kurt bit his lip as he whipped around in his chair, eyeing Blaine.

"Oh, yeah. Of course." Blaine smiled, and sat down on Kurt's bed. 

He laid back and stared at the ceiling, listening to Kurt type away on his computer. The sound was relaxing, but Blaine prayed to not fall asleep again. 

When Kurt jumped into the bed next to him, and pressed his side flush against Blaine, he had no idea that so much time had passed.

"Hi." Blaine turned his head and smiled, noticing a gorgeous, angelic look placed onto Kurt's porcelain face.

"Hello." Kurt smiled back, and Blaine noticed how close they were. It would be so easy to just lean over and kiss Kurt on the lips. Blaine decided to give it a shot and moved in to kiss his lips softly. When they were so close they could feel each other's breaths on their lips, Kurt pulled away. He jumped out of the bed rapidly and stared at Blaine, a panicked look on his face.

"Are you ready to g-go?" Kurt questioned, and turned around to start gathering his bag and car keys.

"Yeah..let's go." Blaine finished, smiling but couldn't hide the look of rejection shadowing on his features.