Kurt hummed in his sleep, slowly waking up and feeling a heavy arm draped across him and a warm body cuddling him from behind. At first he wasn't quite sure where he was until he remembered the night before, and the fact that he was in Blaine's bedroom. He smiled to himself, snuggling back into Blaine's chest who started to murmur, messily kissing the back of Kurt's shoulder.
"Mmmorning…" Blaine said lazily, leaning over Kurt slightly to nibble on the bottom of his earlobe gently. Kurt was pulled tighter into Blaine's arms and could feel his already semi-erect cock poking into the bottom of his back. "How are you feeling?"
"Hungover and sore," Kurt giggled turning around to face Blaine, "but other than that, I'm really good. How about you?"
"Same," Blaine smiled, kissing lightly along Kurt's neck, "I've heard that sex is an excellent cure for that though." He said, smirking.
"Mmm, really?" Kurt responded, kissing Blaine softly, loving how Blaine was already getting hard against him, "I'm not sure how I feel about your morning breath though…" he joked. Blaine pouted and Kurt chose to ignore it, giving in to how adorable he was. He stroked his hands around Blaine's shoulders, gently pulling him forwards and kissing him lazily, softly exploring Blaine's mouth with his tongue.
Moaning into Kurt's mouth, Blaine strongly tugged at his waist, pulling Kurt, who squealed slightly at the quick movement, so that he was straddling him.
"Mmm, just how I like you…" Blaine smiled, looking up at Kurt with dark eyes, filled with lust.
"Oh yeah?" Kurt said, raising an eyebrow and leaning down to kiss him.
"Yeah…" Blaine said, tightening his hold around Kurt's waist and sitting up slightly to kiss him harder.
"How about when I do this?" Kurt said, huskily, thrusting his hips roughly along Blaine's lap, trying to tease him.
"Especially when you do that…" Blaine purred, clawing at Kurt's back, as Kurt leant down and started kissing along his shoulder, nipping at the tanned skin slightly and running his fingers through Blaine's messy hair. Blaine tipped his head back, groaning.
"Ungh, fuck me…" he said deeply, Kurt smiled against his skin, working his way back towards Blaine's ear.
"Don't worry, I plan on it." He growled, making Blaine buck his hips up into Kurt's in reaction.
"Blaine, wake up! We need to talk about our plan for…" Suddenly the door had swung open, Charles had walked straight into the room and was now staring at them both, with fire in his eyes. Kurt jumped away from Blaine, trying desperately to cover himself with the bedcovers while Blaine just stared, horrified at seeing his father standing in front of him. Charles stared at Kurt for a few seconds before pointedly turning away from him and looking at Blaine. "Blaine, will you come out to the front room to talk for a moment please?" He asked, almost too calmly.
"Don't you fucking knock?" Blaine almost yelled, angrily.
"Blaine, front room, NOW!" Charles barked before storming out, slamming the door.
"I'm sorry," Blaine said not looking at Kurt and pulling on some clothes. "I have to go sort this out." He rushed out of the room, leaving Kurt, stunned, in his bed.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Blaine yelled at his father as he left the bedroom.
"So… you slept with your assistant…" Charles said, calmly.
"What if I did?" Blaine said confrontationally. Charles smiled, viciously.
"You're so naïve, Blaine… Do you really think he's interested in you?" Charles said, mockingly. "My god, it's bad enough that, that little fuck…"
"Watch your mouth!" Blaine growled. Charles hardened his jaw before continuing.
"It's bad enough that he wormed his way into your apartment but to sleep with you too is another thing all together."
"Kurt's not like that," Blaine said quietly, "and he didn't worm his way in, I invited him to move in with me. He didn't even want to at first, I had to convince him, it was my idea." Charles sighed.
"Why can't you see that he's a user, Blaine, just like everyone else?"
"What the fuck do you know, anyway? I could be in love with him and you wouldn't know a thing about it!"
"Like I said… naïve, Blaine," Charles shook his head. "Of course you don't love him you silly boy, you're infatuated by him but there's no real feeling there. Definitely not from his side either and we've worked far too hard to get you where you are today without someone like him dragging you down. And I certainly will not stand by and watch that happen which is why," Charles paused to take a breath, "you have to fire him. Now before he takes even more than he already has." Blaine stared at his father, terrified at what he just said. He knew Kurt needed this job still.
"Dad, no… you can't do that…"
"Oh I won't be! You will. You're the one stupid enough to fall for his tricks, you deserve to be the one to face up to that and fire him!"
Kurt, having put his clothes on, couldn't hear yelling anymore so walked towards the door and quietly opened it a crack to see if it was safe to come out.
"Look, Dad," Blaine said, desperately wanting to say anything to save Kurt's job, "what if I said you were right. It… it was a one night thing, a bit of fun. It was Kurt's birthday yesterday and I just got a bit carried away, I guess. He's just a colleague and I know it was a big mistake but, it totally won't happen again, I promise." He paused to gauge his father's reaction, desperately hoping that he'd believe the lie he just told, not noticing Kurt shutting the door to the bedroom gently, tears starting to run down his face.
"You're a moron Blaine…" Charles sighed again, almost pitying his son, "but, fine. I suppose his work ethic has improved over the past few months. There won't be any more chances, though. If I see him using you like this anymore, he's out."
"Right." Blaine nodded, sadly.
"Now," Charles said, getting some papers out of his briefcase, "let's talk business, shall we?"
Kurt sat on Blaine's bed, not wanting to believe what he'd just heard. He felt like such an idiot and was now stuck in Blaine's bedroom because Blaine and Charles were outside. He hugged his legs to his chest, letting some fresh tears fall sloppily onto his knees for a few minutes trying to work out how he could get the hell out of that room without Blaine or Charles seeing him. He had no choice but to pull himself together. He was better than crying over this. He wiped his face with the edge of his sleeve and tried to take deep breaths, desperately wanting to calm down. He most certainly didn't want Blaine to see him like that. He didn't have much choice, however, when Blaine quietly opened the door a few minutes later.
"I'm so sorry about that, he's such an asshole…" Blaine stopped, seeing Kurt's tear stained face and knowing instantly what had happened. "You heard." He said simply, already kicking himself for lying to his father.
"I did but, it's fine." Kurt said standing up. "You were right, it was a huge mistake."
"No! I was lying!" Blaine interrupted. "I was only telling him what he wanted to hear…"
"It's ok, Blaine, you don't have to try and save my feelings. This is my fault and I'm really sorry, I blurred the lines between friendship and colleagues, and it's just gotten worse since I moved in but, it won't happen again." Kurt said seriously, using Blaine's words against him.
"You don't mean that," Blaine said, trying not to show how devastated he was.
"I do. I'm really sorry, it's my entire fault. I should've been more professional and tried to keep my feelings for you and our work separate and I regret being unable to do that but, like I said, it won't happen again."
"Ok." Blaine considered arguing but just nodded, unable to think of the words he needed to save this situation and Kurt seemed so certain of his decision. If anything, Blaine felt like he deserved this after being too much of a coward to stick up for Kurt to his father.
"I'd appreciate it if we could forget all about this and start again. Maybe at some point we can maintain a friendship?" Kurt said, trying his best to stay as formal as possible. If this was what Blaine wanted, it was what he would get. Blaine just nodded. "Also," Kurt cleared his throat, nervously, "I don't really have anywhere to go at the moment so, if you want me to move out, I'd really appreciate it if you could give me a few days to make some arrangements please."
"What? No!" Blaine said, horrified by what Kurt was saying, "No, no! I would never, ever ask you to move out! This is your home!" He cursed himself for not feeling strong enough to reach forward and hug Kurt at that moment but he'd caused this. He'd made Kurt feel like he wasn't wanted there anymore, like trash. He heard Kurt thank him and let him leave before collapsing on the bed, rubbing his palms into his eyes, asking himself how he could be such an idiot. Things were so perfect an hour ago, and he completely fucked it up. Little did he know that Kurt was doing something similar in the room next to him, also wondering how Blaine could be such an idiot.
Over the next few weeks, things gradually went back to as normal as they could be, considering. They had a few moments where they had even shared some flirty banter, until they remembered what had happened and went back to awkward, stilted conversation. Kurt thought that spending a lot of time concentrating on his work would help him forget about Blaine. Unfortunately, Blaine was his work which made it a lot more difficult. They were both walking on eggshells around in each other, being overly nice so that they could pretend that there wasn't a deep-seated problem between them.
And then there was the fashion show. Blaine insisted that Kurt still go ahead with it, using the excuse that it had already been booked and paid for so it would be a waste not to. Secretly, he didn't care about the money but would have been heartbroken for Kurt to lose this opportunity because of his own stupidity. But then, everything that Blaine was doing at the time was a cover. He pretended to sleep in the car in between appointments, just so that he could think about Kurt and try and remember his touch. Every time he asked Kurt to run an errand for him, it was so he had an excuse to watch him for a few fleeting moments. He even cancelled plans with friends more frequently, just so he might pass Kurt on his way to bed, or be able to sit in the same room as him without feeling too awkward.
He didn't realise that Kurt was doing similar. Hating Blaine but aching for him at the same time. He desperately needed to take his mind off of him. Kurt had been working hard to prepare for the fashion show to try and do just that. Thankfully, Blaine had done a lot of preparation himself so he didn't have to do nearly as much work for it as he would have if he did it on his own. However, one of the things he did have to do was select the models. Although, that was a job he definitely didn't mind doing. As he was doing both male and female fashions, he needed to select both male and female models. He had specific criteria for both; the girls had to be brunette and cute, but elegant at the same time. Almost like modern day Audrey Hepburns. The boys should be tall and dark with striking features.
The manager of the dressmaker's company that Blaine had paid to make his clothes, Nancy, was helping him choose. She'd been working so closely with Kurt and his designs that he knew for certain she totally understood his vision, she wasn't fake so he knew he could completely trust her opinion, plus she was so much older and more experienced than him that he respected her, and her opinion, a lot. Also it meant that he wasn't bored and alone while having to watch anorexic girl after anorexic girl try and "strut their stuff" in front of him. So far he felt like the experience was making him gayer. Thankfully, even though she was a lesbian, Nancy stayed professional through most of the models and still gave an honest opinion. Although she did keep making comments about how bang-able a lot of the girls were, once they'd left the room.
Nancy had also been one of the few people he'd spoken to about Blaine, mostly because he'd spent most of his spare time with her over the past few weeks and she had more than her fair share of experience with heartbreak. It meant that she knew everything about the situation and regularly commented on how young and foolish they both were.
"Ok, sugar, we're finished with the girls." Nancy said, turning over the last photo after Kurt had dismissed another girl. "We can go over the photos later and see if we can find anymore that you like. You know you're going to have to say yes to some, right?" She said, laughing.
"Ugh I know," Kurt groaned, "I guess I've just got a really specific type in mind…"
"A lot of designers find that, sweetie, you just have to broaden your mind, I'm afraid. Here's hoping we have more luck with the boys." She called to her assistant to send the first one in. Kurt looked up and saw a good, looking brunette guy walking towards him. He had smouldering brown eyes and what looked like a killer body. Kurt's face brightened.
"I think we're gonna have a lot more luck with the boys," he whispered to Nancy who giggled. Kurt asked the boy to walk for him before asking him to, unnecessarily, walk for him again. "Do you think we can convince them that they need to walk for us in their underpants?" He sniggered to Nancy who, as the boy left, commented that it was good to see Kurt smile.
The next boy that came in was a little shorter than the rest and slightly tanned. He had a good slim figure, hazel-green eyes, and short, dark, unruly curls.
"No thank you!" Kurt yelled quickly after having only seen him for a few seconds. "You can leave now, thanks for coming." The stunned boy stood for a moment before turning around and leaving.
"Kurt!" Nancy chastised him. "You didn't even give the poor boy a chance to walk!"
"Tough," Kurt said aggressively before sighing. "Let's just say that he reminds me of someone I don't really want to be reminded of right now."
"Blaine." Nancy said, knowingly.
"Blaine." Kurt said, simply, doodling to try and not concentrate too much on the subject for fear of getting upset.
"I just don't understand what happened between you two," Nancy said, confused. "Especially when he came in to book us, he just seemed so…" Nancy stopped talking, realising she was probably stepping over the line.
"So what? Nancy? What did he seem like?" Kurt snapped, angrily banging his pencil down and staring at Nancy who just looked concerned.
"So… in love!" She said, before reaching out and holding Kurt's hand. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything, I didn't want to upset you."
"It's ok," Kurt said, sighing. "It's just, well, it seems he didn't feel anything for me anyway so I just want to forget about it and get over him." Nancy nodded understandingly, not mentioning it again as they continued to call models in. Kurt seemed to cheer up quite quickly, starting to forget about Blaine after watching a few of the very good looking models walking in front of him. It started to get towards the end of the day and both of them were starting to get tired.
"Do we have many more to look at?" Kurt asked Nancy, almost pleading.
"Just a few, don't worry, you'll be home sooner than you realise." Nancy said, squeezing his shoulder quickly before calling the next model in. Kurt watched as the next model walked through the door and stared open mouthed at the guy who walked in. He was tall and very muscular, dark brunette hair but bright blue eyes and a pale complexion. He looked almost angelic. Kurt smiled instantly, trying to make it look like he was just being polite.
"Sorry," he said, more than a little flustered, "I didn't quite catch your name…"
"Uh, it's Adam." The guy said, looking bashful.
"Adam?" Kurt said, sweetly, "Good name… Is there an Eve?" He laughed flirtatiously before telling himself off for making such a goofy joke. Although, Adam was laughing too!
"Uh, well actually I'm gay so I guess a more apt question would be, is there an Evan?" Kurt laughed a little bit too loudly at his joke causing Nancy to lean over to him.
"Calm down, pumpkin, you might as well go and rip off his shirt with how much you're flirting with that guy right now," Nancy whispered.
"So… is there an Evan?" He asked ignoring Nancy.
"No there isn't… You?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
"No," Kurt said, trying desperately to not think of Blaine, "no-one at all…"
"Hey, guys!" Nancy said loudly, "Once you two have finished making googly eyes at each other, could we start talking about the modelling job?"
"Sorry," Kurt shook his head, getting back to reality, "that was unprofessional. So, Adam, do you work out?" Nancy playfully slapped his arm hard with the back of her hand. "Ow," he laughed guiltily, "I'm kidding!"
"I want to hire him, please." Kurt said, pouting, as soon as Adam had left the room.
"Do I need to repeat the talk you had with me about the girls?" Nancy said, teasing, "About picking them because they're right for the show, not because you want to get into their pants…"
"I know but, he does fit the criteria!" Kurt said, trying to argue his case, "It's just a bonus that he's superhot!"
"Well," Nancy sighed, "if it gets your mind off of you-know-who then I don't think there should be a problem with it."
"Thanks, although I don't really think of Voldemort that much so I don't think you need to worry," Kurt joked before calling the next person in as Nancy rolled her eyes at him.
That evening Kurt got home with a spring in his step, thinking of Adam the whole way home.
"Good day?" Blaine asked tentatively as he walked through the door, noticing his good mood. Every time they spoke now it was as if they were scared to say anything to each other. They were walking on eggshells so much that Blaine was constantly trying to find any reason to start conversations with Kurt to make that feeling go away.
"Uhm… yes fine, thank you. You?" Kurt asked
"Good, thanks." Blaine smiled slightly before Kurt walked into his bedroom.
Kurt sighed as he sat on his bed. He was finding it incredibly difficult not being good friends with Blaine. Less than a few weeks ago he would have told Blaine everything about that day, joking about it with him. In fact, he probably would've invited Blaine along to help him choose people. Now, he doesn't even know how to talk to him. Equally, he was incredibly confused by the feeling that he'd somehow cheated on Blaine by flirting with Adam. Maybe that was just something he'd have to get used to as a part of getting over someone. He hadn't ever had to get over someone he felt so much for before so, wasn't certain what he should expect. He guessed, this must just be one of the things he would be feeling for a while every time he talked to another guy and that it would probably wear off at some point.
Less than a week later and Kurt was waking up, the morning of his show, feeling sick to his stomach. He couldn't believe how quickly it had arrived but equally, he felt completely unprepared for it. Luckily he had a long day and had to get up early to leave and start styling which meant he was leaving before Blaine was even awake and could avoid any awkward conversation. He wasn't even angry anymore, just quite hurt and confused.
Kurt grabbed a quick cup of coffee just after he showered and got dressed even quicker, picking up the suit he was going to wear later and leaving for the Lincoln Center where everything was being set up, within the space of half an hour.
As he got there he felt completely sick watching everyone setting up the stage. This was huge. Quite possibly the biggest opportunity he'd ever had. Now all he to do was spend the day not fucking it up. He headed backstage to hang his suit up and was instantly swamped with a million questions and problems before the models had even gotten there. Thankfully, Nancy was there to help him throughout the day as everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. He spent the day rushing around so much that not only did he forget to eat but, he also forgot to be nervous about the fact that the room was gradually filling up with people to watch the show.
Kurt quickly worked his way through all of the models, styling them individually and making sure that each look was just perfect before it was given his approval as being runway ready. His heart fluttered slightly as he got round to checking Adam's outfit.
"How's it going?" Adam smiled as Kurt checked over what he was wearing.
"Busy," Kurt laughed, "this is the best and worst day of my life!" Noticing one of the hems wasn't quite right on the front of the jacket Adam was wearing, Kurt reached for a nearby sewing needle and thread to fix it.
"You're really talented, I love all of these outfits," Adam said, kindly, lightly touching Kurt's arm as he worked.
"Oh, thanks!" Kurt said, gradually getting more flustered both because the outfit was proving very difficult to fix and because of how good Adam smelt. "Shit!" he said out loud, accidentally stabbing his finger with the needle. He shook his finger slightly, looking at it as it started to bleed a little bit. Swiftly, Adam leant down and lightly grabbed his hand, pulling Kurt's finger into his mouth and sucking gently on it to soothe the pain. Kurt's heart raced as he watched the man's pink lips surround his finger and felt the moisture of his mouth and tongue before he released him.
"You ok?" Adam asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Kurt said, staring at him. "Thanks!" He gestured, holding his finger up.
"No problem," Adam smiled. "Listen, ah, I know you're super busy at the moment so I was wondering if I could have a quick chat with you before you leave after the show?" Kurt paused, finishing tidying Adam's jacket up.
"Sure… Nothing bad I hope?" Kurt laughed, hoping to gain some clue as to why Adam wanted to talk to him.
"I hope not!" Adam laughed just as Kurt was getting dragged away to focus on other outfits.
"See you after the show then!" He called back to Adam before his focus was drawn onto something else.
Blaine nervously took his seat in the front row of the show. He felt so proud watching every other seat there fill up, everyone mumbling about the new, must see designer that they'd heard about. Regardless of what was going on between them, there was no way he was going to miss Kurt's show. Although he was sad that he hadn't had the guts to go backstage and wish Kurt luck. He desperately wanted to be there with him before the show started and he could imagine Kurt backstage now, probably sick with nerves. He wished he could be there hugging him, telling him how talented he was and how brilliantly he was going to do. Instead, he was cheering him on from the audience which, until he worked out how to win him back, would have to be enough.
Blaine breath caught in his throat as the lights went down in the room and music started from the runway. This was it! Over the next 45 minutes he stared, amazed, at the stage. Each of the models that Kurt had chosen glided along the runway, showing off all of the pieces with a perfect amount of elegance and sass, exactly like Kurt would if he was doing the modelling himself. Blaine knew that Kurt's designs were good but, to see them come to life made them look outstanding; each one so incredibly unique but wearable. Every so often he would take a look around at the other people on the front row to see how they were receiving it and was delighted to see that they seemed to be impressed.
All too soon the show was finished and the models walked around the run way applauding while Blaine, and everyone else in the room, rose to their feet, cheering for Kurt. Once every model had cleared the runway, Kurt tentatively poked his head out from the wings and, modestly stepped out to face the audience.
Blaine's breath hitched as he saw Kurt, gorgeous as ever, nervously walking partway along the runway, thanking everyone for their applause. He was wearing an excellently tailored suit that skimmed across his hips perfectly and was beaming with happiness at how well the show went. Blaine stared at him, proudly, not wanting to blink for even a second and miss a single moment of Kurt's introduction to the fashion world. He was so beautiful that it reminded Blaine of how stupid he'd been. Blaine felt a familiar ache return to his heart. An ache that he felt every time he saw Kurt and prayed that he'd somehow forgive him. He realised that this could be his moment to make that happen.
He watched Kurt walking along the runway a little bit more before turning and walking away again and he couldn't stop himself from moving to run backstage. He had to tell Kurt. He had to tell him now how much he cared for him. How much he hated himself for doing what he did and how he would do absolutely anything to get him back, anything. As everyone started filing out, Blaine desperately started to move against the crowd, trying to get backstage as quickly as he could.
Kurt stepped off of the stage to cheers from all of the models and backstage team. He blushed fiercely at their reaction before being pulled away by Nancy to meet some sponsors who were very interested in working with him. His stomach did a small flip when he heard that and he had to quickly pull himself together in order to seem professional. It was made slightly more difficult by the fact that, as he was on the runway, he'd noticed Blaine standing in the front row, cheering for him. He took a deep breathe, trying desperately to bury the things he was feeling at that time and went to meet the potential sponsors.
"Mr Hummel, I presume?" A middle aged woman said, before shaking his hand. "My name's Isobel, I work as the fashion buyer for Saks, Fifth Avenue. I just wanted to congratulate you on such a stunning show, you've got a real eye for fashion!"
"Thank you, that really means a lot to me, especially coming from someone like you!" Kurt said, beaming.
"Have you been in fashion long?"
"Uhm no, not really, I just left college about 6 months ago and I've been doing other things since then but I work on my designs every free second I get."
"Well, I'm impressed. You can't tell from your talent that you're just out of college," Isobel said, raising her eyebrows before handing her card over to him. "Listen, I really think there's a place in our store for some of your designs. Why don't you give me a call and we can set up a meeting to maybe discuss whether or not that would be an option you'd like to explore?" Kurt took the card from her hands, stunned that he was even having this conversation and thanked her profusely. Over the next ten minutes, Kurt had another 3 conversations that were very similar to that first one before feeling a hand on his arm.
He turned around and Adam, having got changed out of Kurt's outfit, was smiling at him, asking if he could steal him away for a moment.
"Sure," Kurt said as Adam took his hand and led him to a quiet corner of the room.
"Congratulations on the Show! You did amazingly tonight, Kurt, you're so talented!" Adam said enthusiastically, leaning forward to hug Kurt and making him blush.
"You're so sweet," Kurt said, looking down and smiling.
"Well, it's true. Plus, you're so modest, it's adorable," Adam said, watching Kurt and scrunching his nose up as he gave the compliment. Kurt stood, relaxed, with his back against the wall as Adam spoke and moved closer to him, playing with Kurt's tie flirtatiously. "Which is why I was wondering if you might like to get a drink with me sometime? Or dinner? Or anything else that you think is fun?" Kurt thought it was kind of cute that Adam seemed to be babbling slightly, a little bit nervous to be asking Kurt out. It was also strange to him how someone as good look as Adam would be even asking him out in the first place.
"Uhm… yeah, I think that would be fun," Kurt said, bashfully, putting his self-deprecating thoughts to the back of his mind.
Blaine had been backstage for a few minutes now and couldn't see Kurt anywhere although he did spot Nancy, the lady who managed the dressmakers he'd booked.
"Blaine!" She called over, spotting him.
"Hi Nancy," Blaine smiled, a little distracted, still trying to look for Kurt. She gave him a kiss on the cheek to greet him. "I wanted to say thank you for all you've done for Kurt, by the way. You've done a fantastic job of bringing all of his designs to life." Blaine said earnestly, holding Nancy's hand tightly.
"It's not a problem," she said smiling, "he's a great guy, so easy to work with."
"Yes, he is…" Blaine said, still distracted, gazing over her shoulder. "Talking of Kurt, you wouldn't happen to know where he is, would you? I just need to have a little chat with him…"
"Oh my god!" Nancy gasped, "Are you going to tell him you love him, finally?" Blaine stopped looking for Kurt and focussed on Nancy, a little shocked by what she'd just said.
"What? No, not exactly… What makes you think that?"
"Oh come on dear," she said, rubbing his arm slightly. "It's so obvious. I can tell he's really hurting over you too." Blaine was so saddened to hear that Kurt was hurting because of him. He'd assumed that Kurt was but hadn't had to really face up to it until now.
"So do you know where he is?" he asked insistently.
"I'm not sure, I'm afraid, hun. I think I might have seen him heading over there about five minutes ago though." She said, gesturing over to the far corner of the room.
Blaine thanked her before speedily walking over to the corner. Sure enough, he saw Kurt leaning up against the wall and started to hurry towards him. He froze, however, when he saw that Kurt was not alone. He recognised the other person as one of the models in the show and noticed that he was standing far too close to Kurt for him to be just a friend. He watched the guy play with Kurt's tie, flirtatiously and Kurt smiling up at him. Blaine recognised the look on Kurt's face. Kurt had looked at him like that before he'd messed up. He knew he should've looked away from what was clearly quite a personal moment but he couldn't move. Especially as he saw the model lean down gently and kiss Kurt softly on the cheek before walking away. Kurt bit his lip and tipped his head, dreamily watching the model walk away, lost in his own thoughts, and all of a sudden, Blaine had, had enough. He suddenly felt very claustrophobic in the busy room and turned to walk away.
"Blaine?" He heard Kurt's voice behind him, gradually getting closer. He blinked his eyes a few times hoping that Kurt wouldn't be able to see how upset he was before turning around.
"Hey Kurt!" He said with almost too much enthusiasm. "Great show! You should be so proud of yourself, you did fantastically!"
"Thanks," Kurt smiled. "Of course, it wouldn't have been anything without you…" he said quietly, almost scared to bring up that evening, when things were last right between them.
"I take no credit at all," Blaine said seriously. "I just gave you the tools, this is all your work."
"Still…" Kurt said thoughtfully, "thanks for doing it." He leant forward and hugged Blaine softly. Blaine breathed in gently, taking in Kurt's smell, wrapping his arms gently around Kurt's waist. He desperately wanted to hold him tighter and kiss him all at once. He didn't, however and, all too soon Kurt had pulled away. At least I got some kind of physical contact, Blaine thought to himself, realising that this was progress. All he had to do was deal with the undying feelings that he had for Kurt and maybe things could be ok again. He hadn't realised that Kurt was thinking the exact same thing at that moment too.