Blaine's first impression of Kurt Hummel was one of endearment and compassion for him. To most he would seem like an experienced model with the charisma flowing off him but as a photographer Blaine was trained to see the finer details. Like the way he kept glancing at his nails, that unseeing glance only focusing when scouring the room with awe filled eyes. Walking over with plans to comfort the newbie he stopped when Santana the makeup artist whisked him off.

The next time Blaine saw him was when they were on set and almost ready for the photo shoot. As Kurt stepped into Blaine's view his draw dropped. Kurt's long wavy hair was tipped with silver, partially covering his loose, transparent ice blue vest. His chest bare of everything else adorned by a large sapphire and diamond encrusted necklace similar to the headwear he was wearing. Baggy, blue, silk pants cutting off just above his bare feet. His blue eyes enhanced by the metallic grey and blue eye shadow; Kurt truly looked like an Ice Prince.

Taking a deep breath Blaine prepared himself for the photo shoot.

"Okay now Kurt I want you to act as if you're superior to everyone else and when you walk on the lake, make it look effortless… yes like that." As the photo shoot went it was clear that Kurt was naturally talented when it came to modelling. Unfortunately for Blaine whom had also realised this fact his mind went off into another direction about how 'talented' Kurt was in other aspects of life.

"Okay everyone good work ten minute break."

Confusion and shock went through the room; Blaine had never done that before. He believed in getting things done straightaway so instead of breaks everyone could go home earlier. Whilst everyone else was pondering on this fact Blaine was rushing towards the toilets in order to take care of a certain problem. Locking himself within a stall Blaine quickly pulled off his jeans and started palming himself through his boxers. Slipping his hand into his boxers he quickly imagined Kurt's lips wrapping around him rather than his hand. His hand glided quickly over his cock, which was now completely exposed. His imagination roamed wild as he got closer to the edge.

Kurt with his legs spread open one hand roughly jerking his own cock, the other fingering himself, preparing himself for Blaine.

Kurt, leaning against the stall door, his hands pulling his cheeks further exposing his hole for Blaine to use; his cheeks flushing in anticipation, with his eyes hungry for more.

Kurt pushing Blaine back against the floor as he rode him, moaning each time Blaine pushed into him. His eyes widening in shock as Blaine quickly flipped them over then becoming misted over as Blaine started to pummel into him. Pulling back until only the head was in, then thrusting back in drawing a pleasured moan from Kurt each time he hit his prostate. While Blaine's mouth busied itself with sucking and nipping at Kurt's chest finally settling on his nipple.

"Blaine? Are you alright?" Kurt's voice shattered his fantasy and stopped him from cumming. Mortification settled into Blaine as he seemed to finally take in his surroundings.

"Yea! I'm fine!" Blaine yelled as he struggled to pull on his jeans over his erection. Cursing at the fact it hadn't gone away Blaine stumbled forwards smashing his head against the door of the stall.

"Oh my god? Blaine are you alright?"

Groaning Blaine whom had slumped to the floor, rested his back against the toilet as he tipped his head backwards to try and stem the bleeding from his nose.

"Oh my god your nose! Oh… I am so sorry I didn't realise!" Kurt squeaked as he fled the toilets. At first Blaine was confused by Kurt's reaction until the throbbing in his groin area reminded.

"Blaine Anderson Junior, as part of a twenty four year old male it's perfectly normal for you to be horny. BUT REALLY EVEN NOW?"