IV

It had been a week since Blaine had the job at Vogue. A week since he had met Kurt. He met the guy once and for some reason he couldn't stop replaying their encounter in his head. He knew he should be feeling guilty, after all his relationship with Dave seemed to be stronger that it ever had been in all the years that they had been with each other, but he felt as though there was something missing. And then there was Kurt. Just something about the model had Blaine completely enraptured, and he couldn't quite place it. He had lay in bed every morning for the past week with his boyfriend, sitting up slightly, looking down at him, sometimes with his hands in his hair, before he had the chance to glue it to his head with gel. He rolled over, as he always did, and wrapped his arms over his boyfriend's stomach, cuddling into him until one of them had to get up – usually Blaine, to get ready for work. This morning, however, it was the sound of Blaine's cell that caused them to stir. He rolled away from Dave to reach his phone; he cleared his throat seeing that it was work.

"Hi... Um, yeah, no problem." He sat up in bed nodding as he mouthed a 'Sorry' to the man next to him who was giving him a pleading look, just wanting to spend one day without him having to go back to work for some reason or another, "I'll be there as soon as I can." He almost jumped out of bed, "Okay, bye." He hung up, looking back to Dave, "Babe, I'm really sorry that was work." Dave was about to complain before Blaine continued, "I know, we were planning a day together, but they need me. I can't turn down Vogue. This could be huge for me." He walked backwards into the bathroom, hoping that he wouldn't argue with him, but unfortunately he heard a voice just before he turned the shower on,

"Blaine, you promised. It's only one day, I'm sure they'll ask you again. I can't remember the last time we spent a week day together." Dave complained as Blaine started to undress and step into the shower.

"Dave, like you said it is only one day, I'm really sorry, and we still have the weekend. It's not like we had any plans." He only heard mumbles coming from the direction of his boyfriend as he stood under the cascade of water that ran from the shower head. Blaine could see it from his boyfriends point of view, but there was no way that he was going to give up the opportunity to go to Vogue again-If there was only a slight chance that he would get to see Kurt again, Blaine would guiltily indulge, but Dave didn't need to know that. Yes, he knew he shouldn't be this excited to see him, he was in a relationship and he knew Kurt was straight, but there was no harm in looking, was there? As long as he didn't touch it would be fine, and no one would get hurt.

"... off work, Blaine," Were the only words which he was able to make out as he turned the shower off and he emerged from the bathroom and back into the bed room.

"Look," Blaine, wearing only a towel, sat on the bed next to the other man and took his hands in his, "it's one shift. I probably won't even be that long, and if me going into work bothers you that much I'll take tomorrow off instead, it's not like they'll mind with the amount of extra hours that I do." He smiled softy at Dave, tilting his head slightly and stroking his thumb with his gently,

"It's just this is a big gig for me, babe, and I really
don't want to fight with you about it." The shorter man leaned forward and pressed his lips against the others in a quick kiss, "So... Can I get dressed now?" He chuckled softly.

Dave sighed, shrugging, "As long as you promise we can spend tomorrow together." He told Blaine, their eyes locked, before Blaine jumped off the bed, almost losing his towel.,

"Promise," He quickly threw on a pair of mustard coloured pants and a plain white polo shirt, topped off with his signature bowtie, today's choice was checked, and turned to face the Dave, who was still lying in bed, "How do I look?" He asked, as if giving a mini fashion show for him.

"You're a knockout, as always, gorgeous." Dave grinned, watching as Blaine picked up his bag ready to head off to work.

"See you later, babe." Blaine leant down to kiss the other man goodbye before he grabbed the car keys and heading out the door.

Meanwhile Kurt was in his dressing room, struggling to pull on the much tighter than usual skinny jeans, which he was sure he was going to burst out of if he ate even a piece of lettuce. Once he had squeezed himself into them he threw on the tight fitting button up shirt, which clung nicely to his arms and torso, showing off his figure extremely well. After the ordeal of getting into his outfit he was heading to the makeup department ready to be surrounded by hair and makeup artists getting him ready for the shoot. "I swear I'm going to lose the blood supply in my legs by the end of the oday!" he groaned to himself, causing a ripple of chucklesing to pass around the others in the room.

By the time they had finished with him he had ten minutes to get himself to where he needed to be and as he walked down the hallway he heard a voice, which sounded vaguely familiar, but he wouldn't be able to place it in a crowd.

"Kurt!" He turned around to see Blaine, a huge smile on his face, which was infectious and soon Kurt felt himself grinning like an idiot. He stopped where he was and waited for the photographer to catch up with him, "Wow. I thought your outfit last time was good, but you look amazing." He gushed, feeling himself blush a little from the embarrassment from ogling the other man.

"Thank you." The smile still on Kurt's lips and he, too, found himself blushing at Blaine's compliment . 'Well, that's new', he thought to himself when he felt his cheeks burning up, he'd never found himself blushing at a compliment from another guy before. The only guys who really complimented him were the ones which he worked with, yet somehow coming from Blaine he couldn't help but feel good. He'd been complimented by Rachel many a time, but this felt different, somehow. He cleared his throat and looked down at the floor as they started to walk, "So, what are you doing back here?" He asked.

"Same as last time, really. I got a phone call this morning asking if I could come in and, of course, I said yes, because here I am." He shrugged, as he chuckled quietly, "It was meant to be my day off, but I couldn't really turn down a vogue photo shoot could I? The boyfriend wasn't happy, but I'll just take tomorrow off instead." He took a change glance at Kurt when he mentioned having a boyfriend, not knowing what he would make of him being gay and he left out the main reason why he couldn't say no to being there.

"Work over a relationship, someone's dedicated. Sounds like someone else I know." He chuckled as he pointed his thumb towards himself , just in case Blaine didn't know who he was talking about. "I mean, Rachel doesn't really mind most of the time., s She's usually practicing for some big show she's got coming up. She's an actress. Actually, she's the reason I'm in New York. I only came here because she practically begged me to come with her after we graduated high school." He explained, "So, really, I have her to thank for all of this." Kurt gestured to his surroundings, "I mean," He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief at his own life, "I'm a Vogue model! I only ever dreamed of this and now by some miracle, it's my reality."

Blaine's eyes seemed to be fixed on Kurt as he spoke, "You know you becoming a model was inevitable, Kurt. I mean, you have the perfect figure, not just anyone can pull of that outfit, and don't take this the wrong way, but you're pretty good looking." He blushed again, but kept his eyes on the taller man.

"Blaine, why would I take that the wrong way?" He furrowed his eye brows.

"I dunno, because I'm gay?" He shrugged, "It might have seemed like a come on or something? It wasn't, I promise."

"Blaine, a compliment is a compliment. Relax, just because you're gay doesn't mean I'm gonna freak out if you say something nice to me. I'm pretty sure the majority of the guys here are gay and they complement me all the time. I'm still here, aren't I?" He chuckled, placing his hand on the other man's arm gently, "Now come on, we have work to do." Kurt smiled, reassuringly at Blaine before he walked towards the camera standing in shot, his hands on his hips, legs feet a little more apart than usual and his back straight.

The photographer silently cursed himself over the conversation that they had just had, before waiting to be told that he was needed, and standing behind the camera, watching as Kurt took up different positions. He kept telling himself not to stare at him, but he couldn't help it. Thankfully it was through the camera so Kurt wouldn't realise. They were there for a good two hours before they were able to break for lunch, giving Kurt an hour to get out of the incredibly tight clothes that he was wearing, get something to eat, change into the new outfit for first of the afternoon shoots and head to make up for a touch up and a restyle of his hair.

All this didn't really give him any down time, as Blaine had found out as he tried to follow Kurt from place to place just to get five minutes with him. Blaine didn't know anyone else and he didn't particularly want to be sat on his own for the entire hour, but with Kurt busy he didn't see himself with any other choice. Of course there were other people sitting down eating, so he readied himself to go meet some of Kurt's fellow co-workers, after all Kurt worked, and got along, with them so they couldn't be that bad. Even if they turned out to be surely if Kurt saw him trying to be involved it would mean some point scoring on his behalf.

Finally lunch, probably the slowest hour of Blaine's life, was over and it was back to work. Thankfully for him the rest of the day was a breeze, and the time seemed to fly by. There seemed to be something about taking photographs of a hot model that seemed to make the hours go by like minutes – the only thing Blaine would complain about.
***

"Hey, Blaine," As he was about to get in his car Kurt was jogging up behind him, "You weren't just going to leave were you, without saying bye?" He gave the hazel eyed man his best pout, chuckling when Blaine opened his mouth, closing it again without saying anything, just a few stuttered letters fell from his lips, "Relax, Blaine, I was joking. I actually just wondered if you'd be back here any time soon? I really enjoyed hanging before the madness started, and lunch was manic, sorry about that. But I'd actually really like to hang out again sometime?"

"Um, yeah, sure. I... Well..." He stuttered before clearing
his throat, "I mean, I don't know if I will be back here for sure, but yeah, I'd love to have out sometime." He smiled at Kurt, and he couldn't stop that feeling of butterflies in his stomach, the flipping feeling which he knew should be reserved for the times he saw Dave, when he was with his boyfriend. He couldn't start feeling like this for Kurt. He shouldn't. He'd fallen for straight guys before, and he wasn't about to do it again, not when he had a loving boyfriend at home.

"Pass me your cell,." Kurt told him as he held out his hand, and Blaine did just as he asked. He watched as Kurt put his number in and passed it back to him, "There. Just drop me a text sometime?"
Blaine couldn't help the smile on his lips when Kurt gave him his number, just knowing that he could talk to him, or call him at any time didn't stop that feeling which he recognised, yet couldn't stop. In all honesty, he didn't think he wanted it to stop. Being with Kurt was... it was just-- He couldn't put it in to words, he just knew that whatever it was, he wasn't going to be able to fight it for ever. "Do you maybe want to go out for a drink tonight?" He blurted out, blushing a little, not being able to stop himself, "There's that new bar that's just opened. Maybe we could check it out? I mean, if you don't want to, or if you have work in the morning, you don't have..."

"Blaine," The taller man interrupted, "Slow down." He chuckled, mainly to himself as he pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from his bag, scribbling something down on it quickly.

"What's..?"

Kurt interrupted again, "Pick me up at eight?" He asked with a coy smile, "I'll see you then." With the smile still on his face he walked towards his car, leaving Blaine slightly flustered as he looked back down at the paper he had been handed.

The piece of paper had his address on, with a note under it which read, 'Can't pick me up if you don't know where I live :).