Blaine shuffled through a folder filled with his prints, searching for one in particular that he wanted to mount and put on display. Honestly, he wanted to display the picture of that boy currently tacked up on the wall in his bedroom, but he needed it around him for now. Until he found who he was looking for.

He made an excited noise, just barely heard even to himself, as he found the print he was looking for. It was of a mother and her daughter, playing in the fountains at Crown Park. It was a gorgeous shot, capturing the tight-knit relationship between them as well as how much fun they were having. Definitely something to be shared in the art gallery.

Now he set to mounting, the process so second-nature by now that he did it without really thinking. He was in the middle of measuring the amount of whitespace he wanted when he heard the door open and fall shut, high heels clicking on the tile floor.

"Blaine?" a small voice sounded from across the room. "I thought I'd find you here."

Blaine turned around to find a girl, long brown hair with bangs that were cut straight across her forehead, a blue, form-fitting dress and black boots on her tiny frame. She looked familiar, but for the life of him, Blaine couldn't place her name. "Hi," he greeted simply. "What's up?"

"Um, I don't know if you remember me. I'm Rachel Berry. From that fashion class you took pictures for?"

"Oh, yeah. I think I remember you. You had-"

"A lot of animal prints."

"Yes, yes. I remember you. Need help with something?"

"Nothing in particular, I just," she paused to let out a small laugh, "wanted to get to know you?"

Blaine's face fell a little. "Rachel, I-"

"Oh, no, no! Not like that. Just as friends, I promise."

"Alright," Blaine said slowly. "I'll have to talk while I'm working, though, is that okay?"

Rachel nodded, a wide grin spreading on her lips as her heels clicked over to the table he was working at. She sat slowly, just watching Blaine, who had gone back to work. After a few moments of silence, Blaine glanced up, his eyebrows raised. "Are you... going to talk?"

"Yes, sorry," the girl immediately said as she shook her head to snap back into focus. "I'm just," she paused again. "You're kinda fascinating."

"Oh?" Blaine tilted his head to the side slightly, a small smile spreading on his lips. "And how so?"

"My friend sort of has a huge crush on you, so we've been talking about it a lot. Sorry. You're very handsome and a photographer and really good with people, and there's something about you that just drew everyone in, in the fashion lab. I can't pin it down exactly."

Blaine froze, his eyes falling shut as he inhaled. "Look, Rachel. I, um, I'm flattered, but-"

"Right, right. I'm sorry. Let's just, um, I wanted to know why you chose photography of all things to pursue."

"Um," Blaine began, sorting through his thoughts while he placed his print and the board it was about to be glued to in the mounting press. "I fell in love with pictures at a really young age. I held my first camera when I was six, and ever since then, I haven't stopped. Pictures are... they can be of anything, and anyone, and it was something that just captured every part of my interest."

Rachel was half in love with Blaine already, and she shook her head to snap herself out of her dreamy stare. She was here for an unauthorized recon, not fall for someone she'd never be able to have. "That's amazing, Blaine. Really. I didn't even get my start in fashion like that. I just... liked clothes, so I decided that I should start making my own. Honestly, I just wanted to stay with my friend."

"Yeah? Tell me about this friend."

Rachel shook her head as a blush spread on her tanned cheeks, the makeup she'd applied becoming just a little more pink. "I shouldn't," she said softly, letting out a small laugh. "Maybe soon, though. Definitely."

Blaine glanced up at her again, his gaze questioning and slightly judgemental, though he didn't mean to be. She gave a small, embarrassed laugh, biting her lip as she looked down at her hands. "Rachel, um, I'm sorry, but I have to get going. If you'd like, we can get coffee tomorrow or something and you can continue this twenty questions game?" He paused as his eyes widened slightly. "I'm so sorry. That sounded so harsh. I'm just a little stressed, that's all."

"Aw, that sucks. What's going on?"

"There's a boy I got a picture of during one of my people in motion shoots, and I'm trying to find him."

"Do you have the picture? Maybe I know him!"

Blaine shook his head. "It's up on the wall in my bedroom, by all the other prints from that shoot. I can, um, take a picture of it on my phone and show you?"

"Yeah, that'd be great!"

"Alright, uh, tomorrow morning, Starbucks down the street?"

Rachel nodded her agreement as she stood and collected her things. "Thanks, Blaine. For answering my questions and stuff like that. I'd really like to be friends, you know."

"Friends, yeah. We're friends."