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When Kurt got home that night, he headed straight to his bedroom, where he found Rachel tapping away at her laptop. The smile which had been on his lips since the moment he knew he wasn't going to be spending another night in, and for once going out with someone other than Rachel. He knew that he didn't do it enough. Maybe Kurt was a little too eager to give Blaine his address? He'd thought it over and over, and come to the conclusion that just because Blaine is gay doesn't mean that he can't hang out with him outside of work. Being a model he had plenty of gay friends, none of them had pounced on him, what was going to make Blaine any different?

"Hey, sweetie." He acknowledged his girlfriend with a smile and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before opening the closet, picking out a couple of shirts, "I'm off out with a guy from work. Not quite sure where we're going." He held the shirts to his chest one by one asking her for an opinion on each of them. As she looked up she furrowed her brow slightly, gazing over the three shirts, each pretty similar in colour, she had to admit, she couldn't really tell the difference, but pretended as usual to see what Kurt saw in each of them.

"The second one. Not the one that's really dark, but not the lighter one. You know the one..." She indicated to the shirt, which she was talking about, watching as Kurt put the other two back. "You didn't mention that you were going out." She looked back to her laptop, scrolling down the screen.

"I know, sorry, honey. It was a spur of the moment thing. There's this new photographer guy and he's just trying to get to know people, I said I'd go out with him tonight. That is okay, yeah?" Kurt asked as he sat on the bed looking over to Rachel, "I mean, we didn't have plans or anything, did we?"

"No, no. I don't mind, really. Just not used to you coming home and having to go straight back out again, I like our relax time after work. Anyway, it's about time you went out with your friends from work. Go have fun." She told him, kissing his lips quickly, "What time are you going out?" She asked,

"About two hours. Blaine's coming over at eight." Kurt jumped off the bed, starting to get undressed and headed to the shower.

Fifteen minutes later Kurt emerged from the bathroom, wondering around the room trying to find a clean white shirt which he could wear underneath his button down. He never was one for doing the buttons up to the top, and neither did he really like showing his chest. "Babe, why do always wear those? You do know you don't need them." Rachel told him, as she moved off the bed and made her way to the bedroom door, heading downstairs, "You're a model. You should know you have an amazing body." She slid her hands across his hips as he snacked past him, "Gonna make some dinner, want something to eat before you go?"


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Meanwhile, as Blaine headed home he wasn't able to stop thinking about the night out with Kurt. So what if Kurt was straight, it didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy himself, he just had to be careful not to fall for him. The one thing which Blaine was the most scared of, he'd been there before during high school, before he had met Sebastian, and it wasn't somewhere he wished to go again. He knew that trying to hide his excitement for the 'date', which he knew was entirely friendly, just two work colleagues going out for a drink, from Dave. He'd never looked at another man the way he looked at his Boyfriend before, he's never had to hide feelings for anyone else, he never thought he would have to.

Blaine was thankful that Dave had chosen tonight, of all nights, work late. He knew that he would more than likely be out before he got back, meaning that he would have to leave him a message saying that he was out, and not to expect him home before he went to bed. He pottered around the kitchen finding something quick to eat before trying to find something to wear. 'It's just a work date. Just a work date.' He kept telling himself over and over, despite that tiny part of him inside wondering if that's what it was.

Just as he was getting changed he heard the front door slam, "Hey, I'm home." He heard Dave's voice, as he started walking up the stairs, opening the bedroom door,

"Oh, you look nice. But you really didn't have to dress up for me." He chuckled, snaking his arms around the shorter man's waist, kissing his lips softy.

"I'm going out." Blaine informed him,

"Oh, you are?" Dave searched his face a little, "I thought you made this effort for me." He pouted, playfully, "Where are you off to?"

Blaine shrugged, "Actually, I have no idea. You know how I've been doing more work with Vogue, yeah? I wanted to get to know more of the people there, and there was this model who I got chatting with and I'm just going out for a couple of drinks with him."

"Him?" Dave raised his eye brows, "And you're dressing up? Should I be worried?" He asked with a nervous chuckle.

"His name is Kurt and he is straight." He told him, putting emphasis on the word 'straight', "So no. You don't have anything to worry about."
Dave pulled out of the embrace which the two men were still in and walked over to the bed, "Well, you better get ready. Wouldn't want to keep Kurt waiting. Unless he's keeping you waiting?"

"I'm picking him up." Blaine said as he walked towards his boyfriend, "I've told you, he's straight. Yes, I know that he's a model, but you do get straight male models, Dave. He has a girlfriend. We're just friends." He assured him, knowing that that was all that they would ever be.


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With Blaine spending his time assuring his other half that there was nothing for him to be worried about, he had lost track of time slightly and now only had half an hour to finish getting ready and get to Kurt's. He raced around the house triple checking that he had his wallet, keys and phone, before checking his hair one more time in the mirror and left in the direction of his car.
He spent the entire journey drumming his fingers on the wheel as he drove, checking the clock on the dashboard every couple of minutes, just to make sure that he wasn't going to be late.

What felt like hours later Blaine finally pulled up outside of Kurt's, getting out of the car and walking towards his front door, starting to feel the nerves building, and butterflies in his stomach. There were a million questions running around his head, what if his girlfriend opens the door? What if he's too overdressed? What if Kurt thinks he's made too much of an effort? What if he had made a big a deal out of this as he had? And more. He knocked on the door, waiting patiently for someone to answer it, as he played with the buttons on his jacket. Moments later the door swung open. Kurt.

"Hey, come in a second." The chestnut haired man ushered him in, "I won't be a minute. You can go in the living room if you like, I think Rach's in there." Kurt pointed to the door slightly down the hallway as he shot upstairs to find a pair of shoes and a jacket.
Tentatively Blaine walked towards the room which Kurt had gestured to, pushing the door open, seeing a petite, brunette girl, who he assumed must have been Rachel, sitting on the couch and smiled at her politely, "Hi." His voice was a whisper, not being able to stop the pang of jealousy which he felt. Now he knew who she was he didn't know if it hurt more or less. Knowing who it was that the beautiful model had in his arms every night, should have made him feel better right? Instead it only made it wish it was him even more.

"Hi, you must be Blaine." Rachel returned his smile, as he nodded, seeing Kurt appear in the door way, "You guys have fun tonight. And I'll see you later, yeah?" She asked Kurt, who was standing in the threshold.

"You will, unless you're asleep before I get home," As Kurt walked in the room to give her a kiss goodbye Blaine turned to look out of the door, being as discrete as he could about it. "Right, you ready?" Kurt smiled in Blaine's direction heading back the way which he had walked not five seconds ago.