Kurt could never have possibly been mentally prepared for what greeted him at FIDM for the next challenge. Oh, if only Blaine were here now. One thing was for certain, and that was that Blaine was going to be extremely jealous, but Kurt was kind of relishing his fortune and the chance to boast and tease him about it as soon as he got the chance.

"Good morning, designers! I'm sure most of you recognize this lovely lady standing before you. I'm excited to announce that for today's challenge, you will be designing a red carpet look for Burberry model and poster girl and the face of Lancôme, Ms. Emma Watson!" Tim Gunn said.

Kurt was starstruck. He couldn't stop staring at Emma, and he'd missed the remainder of the introduction and most of the directions being given. If he was being completely honest, being in the room with her squashed all his interest in the competition or anything or anyone else for that matter. But when it dawned on him that he wasn't getting the chance to design for her, his heart sank into his stomach.

At only five-foot-five, she stood there, an image of stately and sophisticated beauty, dressed head-to-toe in Gucci, looking fierce and intimidating.

He was doing the opposite of undressing her with his prying eyes, whipping up looks in his head as he studied her body type, sharp facial features, and considered outfits and shapes that had flattered her in the past. Emma Watson could wear anything and make it look good.

The movement of the mentees leaving the runway and heading toward the workroom caught Kurt's attention, and he was about to turn to exit as well, but Tim told the three mentors to hang back.

"It's not every day you get an opportunity to meet a celebrity, unless of course you work red carpets like I do. Emma has graciously offered to spend some one-on-one time with each of you today. She believes, as do I, that getting to know her on a more personal level will help you better assist your mentees in creating something she'll truly love and want to wear for her next red carpet appearance."

"Hi, guys," Emma said, smiling and waving at them from where she was now seated across the way.

Kurt watched as Amanda was called over first. She sat down beside Emma, and they spoke quietly. He wasn't sure how Amanda was even calm at a moment like this, in the presence of someone they'd all practically grown up with on their screens. And of course, he'd followed her fashion career and style evolution from the start, bookmarking and hanging onto magazine interviews when he came across them. But when Kurt really thought about it, perhaps it might just be he who'd grown up with Emma, while his competitors were significantly older.

When it was Kurt's turn, he was momentarily stunned, and then he made his way over, extending his hand to her in greeting before taking a seat.

"Kurt Hummel. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said before withdrawing his hand.

"The pleasure is mine," Emma said. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs, and then smoothed out her skirt.

"I've been such a big fan of your work - Harry Potter, Perks, everything you've done for Burberry..." Kurt felt like he could go on for days, blathering on about her accomplishments and accolades, but he was sure he didn't need to waste Emma's time reciting back to her her entire resume.

"Thank you so much. I'll admit that I loved your work on Project Runway back in season three, was it? But I didn't follow you after," Emma said.

"It's alright, I completely understand," Kurt said, feeling honored and having no intention of correcting her. "I didn't expect someone of your caliber to even know who I am. I'd give almost anything to be one of those designers in there right now."

"Of course I know who you are, and, actually, I would love it if you could design something for me sometime. Honest," she said, smiling genially.

"Oh! God, I'd love to! That would be such a huge honor. I - uh - I don't have a business card with me," Kurt said, patting down all the pockets on his clothes. He looked back up at her sheepishly.

"It's alright. I could just follow you on Twitter. That works, right?" Emma pulled her phone out of her clutch purse.

"Yeah," Kurt said, in slight disbelief, his heart rate quickening. "That definitely works. I already follow you, so -"

"There you are. Got it," she said, pressing her finger to her phone screen with a grin.

Kurt was amazed that she wasted no time at all. He pulled his phone out, and, sure enough, she had followed him back. He knew she actually meant business. Speaking of business, they had gotten sidetracked, and he needed to ask her about her preferences. They sat for another five minutes or so discussing some of her favorite looks she'd worn in the past, Kurt took mental notes, and then he felt like he was ready to enter the workroom and guide his mentees in the right direction.

He thanked her profusely, shook her hand again, and reluctantly went off to consult with his team, a little lightheaded and still feeling like he was dreaming.

-s-

It had been a long, arduous, albeit, productive day, and, after a large dinner at a little Italian place nearby, the shower and his hotel bed were especially inviting. Kurt was glad he had been following Emma's career, because he truly believed it put him and his team at an advantage when it came to knowing what would please her. Time would tell if he was right, and he hoped that his team would remain intact after the runway show and elimination tomorrow.

Both Viola's and Ruby's designs were getting progressively stronger with each challenge, and Kurt didn't think they really needed him anymore. However, it was something to be proud of. He'd been distancing himself more and more from them, and both women had shown that they'd taken something away from his guidance and critiques that helped them become better designers.

Kurt's first stop was the bathroom to unwind for the night. The shower felt good, really good, and Kurt's mind began to wander as he shampooed his hair.

God, when was the last time he had shared the shower with Blaine? Blaine was often the one to wash Kurt's hair for him, massaging his scalp in the process. It always felt amazing, and he was missing the feeling of Blaine's fingers and hands. He missed the intimacy. How long had it been since they'd had sex? Sure, they'd messed around over Skype and on the phone, but of course it wasn't the same, not even close. Kurt was becoming aroused thinking about it, and he wanted to blame the olives in the salad and the wine he'd had with dinner, but he knew he'd just been deprived of something he'd been accustomed to having whenever the urge arose.

Almost two months without Blaine. Kurt missed his mouth, his lips, his tongue, the weight of Blaine's body on or pressed against his, always so hot, often slick with sweat. He missed the tickle and light graze of the hair on Blaine's body against his skin, the heat and sound of his breath as it became heavier, more rapid and desperate.

Kurt pressed a hand, palm flat, fingers splayed against the wall of the shower as the hot spray continued to beat rhythmically against his skin and course down his body. He wrapped his other hand around his hard, swollen cock and began to stroke himself. His eyelids fluttered shut, and he bit his bottom lip as he conjured images of his husband, bare and open and wanting.

Their honeymoon had been a week-long marathon of debauchery, passionate lovemaking, and shameless, sometimes rough, fucking, garnished with quickies and a tremendous amount of drawn-out foreplay and teasing. Now it felt like he'd quit cold turkey, though it hadn't hit him so hard until this moment, and he just needed to get off.

He tightened his grip and tugged harder, faster, biting back moans as pleasure pulsed through him. Kurt's mind went blank as he focused on just the touch, the feel, the friction and pressure, his fist pumping faster and faster until he finally felt release, his body jerking slightly as he came over his hand.

The water washed the remnants of his orgasm away and down the drain as his breaths evened out again. Feeling completely sated and relaxed, Kurt scrubbed at his skin, the soap foaming all over until it was washed away, leaving him feeling fresh and clean.

Once he was back in the main room, mostly warm and dry and wrapped up in his towel, Kurt climbed into the large hotel bed and spread out across the mattress, stretching his legs out as far as they could go. His tablet was just off to the left on the nightstand, and he picked it up and turned the screen on.

Kurt wanted to be sure he hadn't been dreaming the whole day and that he'd actually become a contact of and potential designer for the singular and remarkable Emma Watson. Twitter was his first destination, and he checked for notifications and direct messages. The actress was definitely following him - he figured those were just the perks of being in LA. But it was something else that caught his attention while scrolling through his notifications, bringing a smile to his face and filling the room with his laughter.

Blaine Anderson (a)emBarKBlaine

Holy Hermione, (a)emBarKurt!

(a)EmWatson just followed us. :D

#whatisthiswitchcraft? #loveyoudarling

Emma Watson (a)EmWatson

"Holy Hermione, (a)emBarKurt!

(a)EmWatson just followed us. :D

#whatisthiswitchcraft? #loveyoudarling"

can't wait to meet you. ;)

Blaine Anderson (a)emBarKBlaine

#DEAD (tell my husband I love him)

Kurt Hummel (a)emBarKurt

(a)emBarKBlaine You better still be alive and

kicking, because we've got a lot of livin' to do ;)