A/N: once again thank you all so much for any and all kind words and reviews :') I'm so honoured you guys like this, I do plan to update Behind these Hazel Eyes and Grease Monkey soon but…sorry I'm slow, I like to try focus on this cos I'm mighty proud of it l3 erm…just a warning the fluff tends to waver here, not disappear all together but you hardly think Simone and Blaine couldn just live happily ever after so suddenly did you? (insert evil laugh here) and random but awesome I see others mentioning shipping Savid which is awesome cos it's gonna have a small but very important role throughout this little story :3 such a weird couple considering they don't even know who each other are on Glee but...what the hell this is my universe x3 please enjoy, LessThanThree you all (hugs and butterfly kisses)

D/C: not true so don't sue x

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Blaine growled, rolling over onto his stomach, the fight for dominance continuing as the brunette pinned him, grunting and kissing him, the elders hands over his head. It was far too tempting to give in, he whimpered and moaned, kissing back over his shoulder but biting the brunettes lip and struggling some more.

Somehow the brunette slipped between his legs, his hands moving to part his thighs and Blaine gasped.

"N-no…" The young man whimpered, not content with taking a submissive roll. He tried to struggle with the nameless man, gasping and panting for breath as he gipped onto the strangers wrists. Oh god, it felt so good. He knew he shouldn't enjoy it, particularly when the brunette pushed him back, rubbing along his ass but….oh fuck.

His eyes rolled back and he arched into the touch, moaning, his grip on the brunette's wrists lessening. He couldn't stop himself from leaning back, arching into this man as the sensations in his body caused his toes to curl and chest to grow tight. He could hardly breathe with the explosion of new feelings as he felt the thick shaft rub between his cheeks, causing him to lose more and more breath then….

He woke with a jolt, panting and rubbing his forehead. He lay back in the large bed, sweat causing the sheets to cling to him. Blaine could hardly breathe, his erection was leaking in his underwear. He hadn't cum but, he wasn't sure if he was thankful for that or not. These dreams were starting to reoccur and that one was possibly the sixth he'd had in two weeks, two long, hard weeks.

He hadn't been able to see Simone since their night together because he was so consumed with work. Now, these dreams were throwing his mind into a whirlwind of confusion. He wasn't a homosexual. That was preposterous. Just the evening before, he had touched himself imagining the feel of Simone's lips around his cock and how it would feel to have touched her intimately, imagining how wet she would have been if she allowed his hands to venture along her body, exploring and touching.

Blaine was so confused. The dreams were the same. They all started with his fair Simone turning into this boy and then….he shuddered at the thought.

In his dreamland, Blaine experienced every touch and every stroke as if were reality. Not only did they feel real, but they stimulated him to no end, making him almost sick with arousal. But now, he was dying with shame, his cheeks a deep crimson. He rubbed his forehead, breathing heavily. He felt horrible. He was….in a relationship…wasn't he?

Yes, surely what he and Simone had was a relationship. And, he adored the woman. She was beautiful and smart, perfect in every way. So, why was he having these dreams?

Blaine walked out of the bedroom, barefoot and tore off the linen sleep shirt. He was covered in a thin film of sweat and brushed his forehead with his arm, waltzing into the bathroom to running some cold water into the basin. Staring into the mirror, he examined his reflection. His hair was messed badly and cheeks a deep shade of crimson. The young designer sighed and bowed his body over the sink, splashing cold water on his face, shivering as the droplets slipped down along his nose and lips.

The bathroom itself was a mess of fabrics and drawings everywhere. Blaine's work wasn't just confined to his study and office, it was all over his home. He always had paper close by, in every room, just in case there was a moment of inspiration. Right now however, he had more pressing matters on mind than what color thread would work best with green silk.

"Get a hold of yourself." He whispered, looking to his reflection. "You are Blaine Anderson….you're in love with a woman named Simone. These dreams are just that, dreams. No one needs to know about them." His reflection nodded back to him and he took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair and straightening up. He would not be sleeping tonight, that was for sure.

He wandered out of the room after donning a pair of loose slacks. He sat in the small, Japanese garden in the centre of the home, one bare foot hanging over the small bank so his toes touched the water of the koi pond. He could see his breath in the air, the February evenings had a chill to them. He rested his hands on his lap. Maybe he should see Simone again, he hadn't seen her in some days. Valentine's Day was approaching, not only that but would be Blaine's birthday. They would have to do something splendid for that. Hopefully, seeing Simone again would possibly get rid of these very strange dreams.

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Kurt hardly saw Samuel anymore. The young man was always spending time with David. Still, the problem with David on the scene was that it was hard to hide, so hard in fact that now there were three people who knew of Simone's identity.

"I can't believe you told him!" Kurt cried out on front of the two men as David stared at the young man in the gorgeous dress.

So, it was true. For a moment, he had thought his boyfriend was going a little crazy. Still the situation was….strange. It was hard to believe this was the young woman he had been admiring and drawing on Montmartre was a male.

"I had to, Kurt. This is getting serious!" Samuel claimed, running his fingers through his hair. Why couldn't Kurt see that this secret was becoming bigger than all of them? Especially now that Blaine Anderson was involved, one of the biggest names in Paris. "Kurt, you were lucky enough to get away with this for a year but now…"

"But now nothing has changed!" Kurt hissed, pointing to David. "As long as you keep your mouth closed! Comprendre?" David nodded, still looking to the young man in his gown. Sam glared, recognizing the dress. It was white and blue with complex celtic patters along the front of the skirt.

"You got the blood out I see." He said, remembering when Pierre Boucher beat up his best friend. Kurt frowned and nodded.

"It's like getting wine out." He whispered, already speaking in a feminine tone although he had merely the dress on. Samuel licked his lip and bit it, nervous for Kurt…or Simone. He wasn't sure who his best friend was anymore. Or if he even was his best friend.

"We should probably go." Samuel said to David as Kurt sat on front of a mirror, beginning to powder his nose. The other two looked to one another. David appearing uncomfortable and Samuel looking almost sick. They left in silence, Kurt dolling himself up. He had to go to some boring social event tonight on the arm of one of Paris' business tycoons. He would much prefer something with Blaine but he had to make a living somehow.

He applied the lipstick, taking up a handkerchief and kissing the soft fabric, pulling back and seeing the faint pink lip print on the white cloth before he laid it aside and began to work on his appearance some more. He wasn't as careful to look as good as he did when Blaine was concerned but he still wanted to make a good impression. The wig was next, resting firmly on his head, ringlets falling over his shoulders. There was a slight stubble around his chin he had missed. Kurt only noticed now. It wasn't visible but to touch it was ever so slightly noticeable. He sighed, how had he not seen that?

Someone knocked at the door and he sighed, standing and walking out of the room in his bare feet which were slightly cut and bruised from the many assortment of high heels he wore. He limped slightly and answered the door, growling.

"Forgot your key, again?" he asked in a gruff tone, pulling back the entrance only to see Monsieur Anderson on front of him. His hand flung over his mouth as he realized he had spoken in such a masculine tone. "Oh, pardonnez-moi, Monsieur." He apologized in a feminine yet low, cough as if he had a cold to excuse the tone. Blaine didn't even notice. He looked a little flustered.

"Blaine?" Simone asked in a concerned tone, stretching out a hand to touch his cheek. "Is something the matter?" She asked in a soft tone and Blaine's eyes widened.

'Oh my god.' he thought in a panic, heart fluttering in his chest. 'She knows, oh god she knows about the dreams. Somehow…'

"Are you feeling ill?" Simone asked worriedly, her hand taking Blaine's hand in her less than feminine grip. Blaine didn't notice, he just rubbed his feverish brow and allowed the young woman to lead him into the home, sitting him upon the harsh couch. The sofa was now covered in large, soft pillows which he thankfully sank into. He watched as she dashed away into another room and he rested back against the couch. His eyes were closed, the scent of vanilla and fresh flowers surrounding him. He felt calmer here simply by being in Simone's presence.

"Here.." A soft voice spoke and Simone arrived with a small cup of herbal tea. Blaine opened his eyes and took it from her with a grateful smile although right now brandy may have been more appropriate.

Simone sat beside him, smoothening out the cyan blue fabric skirt of her dress. Blaine didn't recognize the gown as the one she was wearing when beaten as he tilted his head back and swallowed most of the steaming liquid, making a face.

"Slow down, you'll burn yourself." Simone warned but it was too late. Blaine gasped and stuck his tongue out, panting like a hound and shaking his head. It hurt. The tea was hot. Something was obviously up with the young man, he was so stressed. "Blaine, talk to me." Simone gently pleaded and Blaine looked to her for some seconds before he shook his head.

"It's nothing." He insisted, looking to her. His heart skipped some beats as he looked to Simone and his mouth grew a little dry. She was so beautiful, she caused his body to tingle over with goosebumps. He felt relieved his body reacted like this. It showed he had feelings for her. He sighed and smiled, stretching out and touching her cheek. "Absolutely nothing is wro…" he stopped, his thumb stroking along her cheek, feeling the slight drag of fine, coarse hair. He frowned, withdrawing his hand as if it had been burned.

Kurt's heart stopped. Shit. He pulled back, touching against the almost invisible hair on his chin. Maybe…maybe if he acted like it was nothing Blaine wouldn't react.

"B-Blaine?" Simone asked, hand resting on his thigh. Blaine tensed, his hand tingling from where it had touched her cheek. He was going mad, these dreams were consuming him. He was even beginning to get confused with reality and his subconscious thoughts. He had actually thought he felt facial hair…

"I should go, you are obviously going somewhere." He said, not meaning it to sound as snappy as it came out. Kurt's heart fell. Did Blaine think that there was someone else? Well, yes there was but, that was business. It was nothing to do with them. Blaine was the only person he loved.

"Blaine, it's nothing like that." Simone insisted as he stood up, leaving down the cup. She was under the wrong impression, thinking Blaine was angered at her for continuing her work. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she stood up and jogged to Blaine. "Please, Blaine, let me explain."

"You have nothing to explain." He said, meaning it. He was the one with the problem, these dreams made him feel guilty, as if he had cheated on Simone…with a man. He walked to the door, storming out, not realising the impression his actions were making on the young woman who had tears in her eyes.

"Blaine, please!" She begged, voice cracking and pleading as she gripped his arm but he just yanked it away. He was dirty, she deserved someone better than a man who was having such confusing thoughts.

"I have to go." He said in little more than a whisper, not even sure why he came here. He had hoped seeing Simone would make everything easier. It didn't. How could he still be so attracted to someone and yet be dreaming of not just another person but another sex. He was so confused.

Simone choked out a sob as Blaine stormed across the street towards his vehicle. The woman stood by the door, barefoot and choking back tears as she looked after Monsieur Anderson while he got into his car, slamming the door, angered at himself. He had tears in his eyes, frustrated at his own conflicted emotions.

Kurt watched as Blaine drove away and he brushed tears from his eyes, closing the door and resting his forehead against it.

Blaine had known Simone continued her work in the oldest profession. He had never expressed his discomfort about it before. So what changed? The young woman sunk to her knees, just a little confused and she buried her face in her hands and sobbed. She wished Blaine hadn't been angry with her. She would easily give up her profession for him.

The fair woman remained at the door of the home, curled up for far too long, sobbing, almost pitiful until she recalled she had a horrific date tonight. She rested her head back against the wall and rubbed the tears from her eyes, growling at herself for being so foolish.

Kurt stood up and brushed tears from his eyes, frustrated.

"This is not dignified." He whispered to himself, knuckling saline tears away and straightening out his dress. "Not ladylike…" He didn't hear his own words, he didn't feel himself slipping away. Kurt didn't feel himself becoming lost to Simone, he didn't notice a thing. All he knew was right now he was late for an arrangement and Simone was never late.

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That evening had been hard for both the young men. Blaine had been trying to work, trying to throw himself into his profession. He had a range of gorgeous, exotic models at his disposal and he couldn't focus as he threw different designs on their slender bodies, unhappy with everything. This was supposed to be his greatest collection yet and he was completely distracted because of some manifestations in his mind.

He was so unfocused. Every time someone looked at him, he became paranoid. Did they somehow know? Did they in some way know about the…disgusting thoughts that plagued his subconscious?

He had snapped at three models, making one cry which was not his style. He was known to be a rather gentle and good man to work with. Fair but also fun. He didn't make his models cry however he was going through a hard time so he just didn't care. Not tonight.

Kurt was in a very different situation.

"Please…." Simone whimpered, feeling the old, pellucid hand on her lap, stroking. She knew what that meant and she had some tears in her eyes at the thought. No…not tonight….not anymore..

"I'm paying good money for you, my dear." The older man hissed, his hand roving higher along her leg and she squirmed, fingers touching her neck.

"My throat really does hurt." She whined, biting her lip, hoping he'd believe her but the older man just laughed and popped open the fly of his trousers. The brunette swallowed loudly, eyes wide. She shook her head, making her voice crack so it sounded like she really had a sore throat.

She squeaked when the older man gripped her hair, mainly afraid he would pull the wig off. Her hands clung to her head and she gazed with wide eyes as he pulled down his pants with his one free hand and fisted her hair with the other.

"Now listen to me, pretty girl." He hissed as the brunette eyed the disgusting erection that was now on display to him. "You will open that little mouth and swallow what Daddy gives you."

"No! No, I cannot!" Simone cried out, shrill and loud, closing her eyes, fisting her wig as she pulled away. The older man let go of her as she hopped off the bed, the small heel of one of her sandals snapping. She was shivering badly, she just couldn't. This arrangement, being a call girl to these men…it simply wasn't working anymore. Not if Blaine had a problem with it, she couldn't, she simply couldn't.

"Get back here!" The older man cried as she rushed out of the hotel room, slamming the door, praying he didn't follow and hurt her like Pierre. She had tears in her eyes, she wanted Blaine but he wasn't here. She wanted to run to him and fall into his arms where she was always safe but for now all she could do was hobble in the broken shoes away from the room and to the car which was waiting to take her away.

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The next day Blaine was walking along the Seine again, just to clear his head. He enjoyed this route, it was beautiful with fine, gorgeous old buildings and usually many interesting people. Today, there was a festival of sorts. Blaine wasn't sure which. They often had festivals around here, around Notre Dame.

There were people in wonderful, colourful costumes juggling, dancing and walking on tightropes. He lingered for a moment, watching a mime, smiling mindlessly at the entertainment before he threw some francs in the performer's hat which only had him over-exaggerate a mute thank you with lavish bows and mimicking kissing Blaine's hand.

There was a nice smell of food in the air and the spicy scent of mulled wine as well. A fire lighting in the square in which they were roasting a pig, similar to medieval times was also taking place. Blaine was glad he happened upon the festival. It was just what he needed to take his mind off his problem.

Eyeing the performers, he lingering by a young man with a guitar.

Kurt felt more than a little silly. He had come to his usual spot to play only to find this festival. Like Blaine, he wasn't sure what it was for but it certainly was lively. Some performers had commented on his drab attire when he arrived in grey slacks and a white shirt. Now he was decked out in something that looked like a joker's costume with a mask that covered all his face save his eyes and mouth. It was red and green with many feathers along the top. Small kids would stop and smile at the singing man in the colourful 'oiseau' costume.

He sang some upbeat songs, strumming away. Then he saw Blaine.

His heart thudded but his voice didn't falter and he never stopped his strumming. Similar to the last time, he grew in volume until the young man was drawn to him.

Blaine bobbed his head mindlessly to the music, enjoying the strumming of the guitar and this brunette man's strange but gorgeous voice. He couldn't tear the feeling away that the young man was staring at him but the mask made it impossible to notice.

For some strange reason….he didn't mind. When he caught people looking at him, he wondered if they knew of his guilty dreams but for some weird reason, he felt far from uncomfortable when the brunette singer looked to him. He just stood and clapped his hands, bobbing his head, totally unaware who this was or that they had even met before, more that just met.

Kurt of course recognized Blaine and his heart was thundering. Oh goodness, he was so utterly gorgeous in his casual clothing. Just a rather puffy Lincoln green shirt and brown pants with a dark auburn and black, warm jacket which rested open.

Kurt swallowed loudly, continuing to play, smiling because Blaine couldn't take his eyes off him. They stared for some seconds, Kurt, feeling pride and somewhere deep inside, arousal but Blaine only felt comfort and a form of security as he mindlessly bobbed his head along.

Suddenly the designer felt a hand on his shoulder and he jumped only to see an elegant older woman in a dusky rose dress.

"Why Madam Dupont." He said with a smile, bowing and kissing her gloved hand. "What a surprise it is to see you here."

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Anderson." Madam said, allowing him to tenderly touch his lips to her covered knuckles before she removed it, resting them in a lady like manner on front of her body. "It has been some time since we have seen you."

"Well I'm afraid I've been very busy, Madam." He said, extending his arm which she took and they began to walk alongside one another, examining the festivities, leaving a very worried young singer who had just seen his employer and somewhat lover walk off arm in arm.

"Aww, that is understandable, what with your new collection." Madam Dupont smiled, everyone had heard of these supposed magnificent designs that were going to blow away the fashion world. "I suppose it wouldn't matter, my darling Simone has been quite ill anyway." Blaine stopped in his tracks….Simone.…ill?

"P-Pardon?" he asked and the woman looked over her shoulder to th stunned designer.

"Oui, she has been having to take many days from work due to her poor health. Why only last Saturday, she…"

"But she was with me last Saturday," Blaine said before he could stop himself and the moment he spoke he realized his blunder. Simone had been lying to Madam simply to spend time with him. He bit his lip, wishing he could retract what he had said but it was too late. He could tell by the look on Madam's face that she had caught on.

Kurt had stopped playing and absentmindedly was thanking anyone who threw a franc or two into his cap but right now his eyes were upon Madam Dupont and Blaine. Blaine looked worried and Madam appeared unimpressed, annoyed, angered even and that scared Kurt. What on earth had happened? Blaine didn't reveal that they were seeing one another outside of work had he?

"M-madam I didn't mean to..." Blaine began but the woman held up her hand to hush him. He felt horrible. Did this mean Simone may be fired?

"Merci Blaine." She said, lowering her head and closing her eyes for some seconds, taking some breaths. "There is no need to apologize." She inclined her head, moving away. She appeared so calm but inside was livid. It wasn't even that Simone had been seeing Blaine outside of work but the fact that she had been lying….

If there was one thing Madam Dupont would not tolerate, it was lies and Simone was going to discover what lying to the Madam entailed.

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A/N: ohhhh whats gonna happen? X3 'Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir' XD