A/N: once more thank you so, so, so much for every comment :') means so much! I'm sorry if I don't get around to replying, I get kinda confused sometimes as to who I've said thank you too, I'm still very new to the site but thank you again *hugs you all in one group hug* =D

D/C: Not true so don't sue x3

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Blaine sat at the table which lay in his art studio. He rest with his hands on the table. On front of his hands was a large clump of clay and around him were tools. Approximately ninety degrees to the left of the youth lay his supply table. Red, blue and yellow paints and acrylics were always laying in the right hand drawer while white, black and brown in the left. His easels, cloth and paper were in the centre drawer and on top lay canvasses.

To the right of where Blaine sat lay current projects. Still drying moulds and paintings rested in the right hand corner and finished pieces in the right one. The floor upon which everything sat was covered in a constant sheet of plastic.

Blaine's studio was incredibly organized.

Blaine was still sitting at the table, playing with a small inch-by-inch piece of clay. He had been playing with it for the last two minutes and it was beginning to get dry. He dipped his hand into the jar of water which lay about seven inches to his right and wet the piece, prolonging its life.

His cell rang at 11:02am and he answered.

"Hello?" He asked, unsure if it was who he thought it was.

"Hey I'm outside. Can I come in?" Blaine smiled.

"Sure Kurt. I'll open the door." Blaine hung up and rested the cell in his right pocket before he pulled out a device from his left. He pressed a button. Blaine's door acted like a car door. One press and the person outside was allowed in. Usually the youth preferred using his key like normal but it was easier at times like this.

"Blaine?" He could hear Kurt call from the hall.

"In here!" Blaine cried back. He couldn't help but grin stupidly as he thought of Kurt making his way through the house. Secretly he was very excited about this opportunity. This would give him a chance to finally discover just how beautiful this model was.

"There you are!" He heard Kurt call from behind him. He tried to wipe the smile from his face but failed miserably. He could hear Kurt's designer boots thud along the plastic and the youth mutter quietly before he reached the sitting male. "This chair for me?" Blaine nodded and heard the slow dragging of wood on plastic and the light plop of Kurt onto the seat.

Kurt clapped his hands together, rubbing them in anticipation. He was smiling as he eyed the clay on the table.

"This is gonna be awesome." He grinned. "I really appreciate you taking time to do this." Blaine's eyebrows rose.

"Me taking the time?" Blaine laughed lightly. "C'mon Kurt. You're the supermodel here." Kurt sighed and threw his eyes to heaven.

"Don't remind me. So...how are we doing this?" Blaine's left hand stretched out and rested on the clay lump.

"Well this little baby should hopefully look like you when I'm done with it." Blaine smiled, patting it. "Because I'm blind though I'm going to have to use my hands to...I guess see what you're features are like. I just want you to be comfortable with that." Kurt laughed and shrugged.

"Blaine I feel like a piece of meat as it is with people. I don't mind." Blaine frowned.

"If you're going to be like that then I'm not doing this Kurt. You're not a piece of meat." 'Not to me anyway.' He added silently. Kurt smiled and rubbed his brow.

"Sorry...but thanks for saying that. And no, I really don't mind." Blaine smiled.

"Great. Cause I'm working with the clay there might be some getting transferred to your face, you understand that right?"

"I hear it's a great moisturizer." Kurt smirked, making Blaine laugh as cautiously he raised one, slightly shaking hand towards Kurt.

"You're sure."

"I really don't mind Blaine." Blaine smiled and stretched out. His fingertips came in contact with the unmistakable feel of a strong jaw line.

Blaine took a silent gulp as his hand stretched along the outline of Kurt's well-defined, clean-cut round chin. Plump, full bottom lip that was almost feather soft to touch. Long, narrow nose that rounded at the tip. Almond shaped eyes with thick lashes. Thin eyebrows that grew thicker at the edges. Small wrinkle on his nose as he laughed when Blaine's second hand tickled him by feeling beneath his ear. The dimples that appeared on his smooth cheek. Long and slightly pointed ears. High hairline giving way to soft locks that fell over his forehead limply.

Blaine hoped his gasp was silent. The image his touch created was breath taking. There was no way in hell this guy could be so beautiful. He had to be wrong. He understood Kurt was supposedly handsome but this was ridiculous.

"Blaine you ok?" Kurt asked, opening one eye as Blaine's hands stopped roaming his face only to stay stationary, one on his cheek and the other on his forehead, which wrinkled with worry.

"Y-yea." Blaine stuttered, hands snapping away, back to his lap. He forced a smile and considered what to say next. All he could think of was how Kurt suddenly transformed from a friendly voice and a warm hand to quite possibly the most beautiful male he had ever...felt.

Blaine could feel his cheeks threaten to burn as one hand started to play with the clay again. Kurt looked to his friend's hand and stretched.

"We ready to start?" He asked, still smiling. Blaine nodded, hand shaking slightly as he stretched out again, hand resting on Kurt's cheek.

"This won't be done quickly. You know that right?" Kurt smiled as his eyes closed once Blaine's soft hand returned to his face.

"I know." Kurt couldn't help but feel completely comfortable as Blaine's hand gently stroked his features, drinking in everything. Kurt bit his soft bottom lip, unsure if he was to say something or not. He decided not to and instead closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort he found in Blaine's grasp.

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It was quite a while later. Every twenty minutes or so Blaine would stop working on the clay and ask Kurt if he'd like a break. Kurt would insist he was ok and be keen to continue. They took a fifteen-minute interval closing in on 1:00 for a drink. Kurt was driving so they took a can of coke each before setting back to work on the piece.

Still Blaine was a gentleman and at every half hour asked Kurt if he was ok.

"You want to take a break?" Blaine asked about three, withdrawing his hand from Kurt's cheek. Kurt's eyes which he had unconsciously closed shot open and his hand unexpectedly flung to Blaine's.

"No!" He stated, a little too eagerly, pulling Blaine's hand back to his face. Blaine was surprised by the sudden change in Kurt. Another quiet gasp escaped him as his hand came in contact with Kurt's warm skin.

"Kurt..." Blaine didn't know what to say. His stomach flipped. Kurt wanted him to touch him? No...he was being silly. Kurt just wanted the piece done, that was all. Blaine was overreacting but everything changed inside him when he realized how amazingly beautiful Kurt truly was. He felt the smallest hint of arousal stir inside at the mere thought that Kurt would want him.

Kurt looked to Blaine in a confused manner as the youth took his hand away.

"Kurt. Sorry but...if I'm honest I'm a little tired. D-do you mind if we just...continue this some other time?" Kurt sighed and pulled back.

"O-oh...ok then. Do you want to go get some lunch or something?" Blaine tried not to blush too madly.

"Sorry Kurt but I...I have plans with Wes later. I completely forgot, sorry." Kurt sighed, trying to hide his disappointed face, forgetting Blaine couldn't see it anyway.

"Oh, alright." He couldn't hide the tinge of sadness in his voice. "I might as well go. I think Finn had some stuff he wanted to sort out...you know...now that I think about it." Kurt stood, patting Blaine's shoulder in thanks before he looked to the piece that lay on the table. They had been here four hours. Kurt smiled as he looked, it looked so like him already.

"Blaine that's amazing." He stated truthfully, wanting to touch the heavy lidded eyes of the clay and see just how Blaine got every detail from his lashes to his dimple so perfect. "Some other time then?" He asked. Blaine nodded.

"Yeah. I'll call you ok?" Kurt smiled, taking his hand away from Blaine's shoulder as he walked away. "I'll see you later, alright?"

"Okay." Blaine lowered his head as he heard Kurt's footsteps walk away from the room and eventually the front door closed. Blaine sighed loudly and collapsed his head on the table. "Fuck!" He moaned, balling his hands into fists.

He was an idiot. How could he ever think Kurt would think of him that way? Leaning back he sighed when he felt dried clay clinging to his forehead.

"Stupid clay." He sighed, picking it off his head and throwing it away. Slowly he allowed his hands to stretch out and feel the half finished piece. Instantly Kurt's face came flooding back into him mind. Blaine moaned and bit his lip. He knew he should take his hands away from the impressive piece. He could feel himself getting hard. How could he be getting hard over clay?

But he wasn't over clay. He was getting hard over the mental image Kurt created in his mind.

"Jesus." Blaine looked to where he heard Kurt's footsteps disappear minutes ago. "Kurt...you're so beautiful..." Blaine sighed and stood up, calling Judy into the room. Her soft paws padded on the plastic as she came to her master's call. Blaine took her collar and commanded her to take him to the kitchen where he could get a drink.

He couldn't get Kurt's face out of his mind. He was just so beautiful, angelic even. But something inside told Blaine to stop thinking that way. He was well aware Kurt didn't like to be thought of as a prize bull and preferred to be referred to as a human, a normal person.

Blaine thought over the idea again and again. Kurt would never feel the same way. Why should he? But Blaine feared he would be unable to control himself around the male from now on.

'You're so shallow.' He told himself. 'So fucking shallow! Why did things change? Why are you letting them?' But Blaine smiled as he thought of even yesterday with Kurt. Thinking over it he was convinced that even if he hadn't have touched Kurt that he would still feel roughly the same. Kurt wasn't just beautiful physically but also a beautiful person who made Blaine feel good about himself.

"What do you think?" He asked Judy who yupped loudly in response. Blaine smiled. "Yea...I like him too."

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Once he reached home Kurt locked his front door and made his way to his large living room. He collapsed on the white leather couch and buried his face in his hands.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He growled loudly into the leather as unexpected tears welled in his face.

Blaine hated him. How did it all happen? Why did the young man react that way? Why did he suddenly seem so distant? Kurt moaned loudly and frowned as he wiped the tears away. Why was he crying?

The model flipped onto his back and sighed loudly again. The sound reverberated again and again in the house which made Kurt suddenly realize was big and…well incredibly lonely. He felt lost in it. He wished someone was here to keep all the loneliness away. Finn maybe to hang around and laugh with him or better yet. Blaine.

"Stop it!" He growled at himself, hands clinging to his head. "Just stop it!" Blaine wouldn't leave him mind. The way his hand was so warm, how his lips curled when he smiled, the way the clay caught in the small unshaven scruff on his chin when he scratched it, making Kurt laugh. "He's not interested in you." Kurt frowned, hands clinging around his stomach as he tried to convince himself that. "He never would be. Why do you think he was so repulsed by you all of a sudden?...Just stop it! Stop thinking about it!"

Kurt moaned at the thought of Blaine. He was so creative and funny and made Kurt feel normal and comfortable. Still he couldn't make his move. It was foolish of him to think that Blaine was remotely gay or even bisexual. Not to mention his status. It was a horrible, selfish reason but Kurt needed to realize that even if he could be with Blaine it would ruin him and maybe even change Blaine's view of looking at him.

Kurt sighed and closed his eyes. He would call Blaine tomorrow and maybe they could sort it out. That gave him twenty-four hours to get it in his head that he and Blaine could never be.

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Throughout the day both Kurt and Blaine walked along very different paths.

Kurt called a bunch of friends who were all more than happy to hang around with him. They got into a VIP underground club where they drank enough alcohol to ruin their livers while three of them resided in the bathroom, snorting coke along the toilet bowl. Kurt wasn't big into the latter and avoided the restrooms while he knew his so-called friends were busy.

He danced with the most beautiful of women who would batter their eyelashes and flaunt their cleavage to no avail. Still Kurt forced a smile for the sake of the people who had no idea that he was consuming lethal amounts of alcohol and dancing to every second song so that he could forget a particular artist with the cutest smile in the world.

Blaine sat on his couch with Judy by his feet. He listened to Shawshank Redemption on audio description while eating popcorn with soda. His phone rang a number of time from Wes asking if he'd like to come out tonight. He declined every invite only to end up shutting off his cell half way through the movie.

As involved as he attempted to be in the speaking from the DVD Blaine couldn't manage to tear his thoughts from the half finished clay piece in his studio. His hand trembled as he thought of the feel of Kurt's unnaturally soft skin beneath his fingertips. He shook the thought.

He and Kurt had known each other for a mere three days and yet he was already under the impression that he felt something for Kurt. Not the mention he was also crazy enough to think Kurt may even feel something for him. But that was unlikely.

"He was beautiful wasn't he Judy?" Blaine smiled, stroking hid dog who whimpered. "I mean...you got to see him right. I wish I could but...I don't know even though he seems beautiful...I mean he's just so...nice you know?" Judy moved under his touch. He took that as a yes. "I really like him Judy." He confessed slowly. "Do you think he could like me?"

Judy barked loudly and Blaine grinned.

"No...I disagree girl...he could never like me like that." Blaine smiled but sadly. "Still...I think maybe we'll keep him around a little longer. It'd be nice to have another friend around to pet you huh?" She barked again and Blaine's grin broadened as they both quieted down to listen to the rest of the movie.

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Authors notes: sorry this was shorter than the other chapters and it does…totally suck promise next chapter will be better xxxx

Next Chapter: Blaine sighed, hands stretching along the kitchen counter as he made his way along the room, hoping to get to his bedroom soon. He reached the hall, knowing he was mere feet away from his room when Judy brushed against him, following.

"No girl!" He muttered, shooing her away. "Go to bed girl, g'on." Judy left, tail between her legs, unsure why her master didn't want her around. Blaine sighed in relief once he got to his room. He closed his door, for a while he didn't want anyone around, not even his beloved guide dog.