A/N little bit of Kurt's thoughts in italics. Just so you know
Wow...This man was...breath taking. That was all Kurt could think. Yes he was short, and not the type Kurt was normally into, but the way he held himself, just oozed confidence and sex appeal. His nervous smile and twisting hair was all so unbelievably perfect and just made him look gorgeous. His sculpted jaw and deep hazel eyes rendered Kurt speechless and that had happened only three times before...but who was counting.
Blaine's face seemed to glow in the harsh florescent lighting of the hallway and there was something about his skin that made it radiate. Kurt couldn't put his finger on it. But hey, screw what he'd said before about tan skin being bad. Kurt would have to work forever to find anything that wouldn't look amazing on this man.
Kurt latched his eyes onto Blaine's, staring intently. Blaine stared back, blinking rarely to keep the connection.
Kurt's mind was reeling. This was not happening, this was too unreal.
Mel just went to the streets of Manhattan and came back with this...God! Seriously, this man was like something from a Greek legend, all defined angles and strong muscles. His shirt was rather tight and gave a good show of what was underneath.
What Kurt wouldn't give to run his hands across the skin beneath it, caressing it with kisses whilst he...NO. Bad thoughts Hummel. Bad thoughts.
xXx
Mellissa stared awkwardly down at her phone as the two men stood face to face. A minute or so of silence passed before she felt it was her duty to intervene.
'Kurt' she hissed.
'KURT.'
She gave the man a small shove, which was enough to wake him from his trance. He blinked a couple of times before looking Blaine up and down one final time. He was seriously about to burst into songs, praising Blaine's beauty and good looks, then shower him with adoration. But that would probably be unprofessional at this time, so instead he just nodded, and introduced himself to the smiling picture of perfection
Blaine was looking expectantly up at Kurt; worry was flickering through his eyes as Kurt's silence continued.
Kurt stretched out his hand and Blaine did the same. They clasped the two together and each breathed a sigh of relief as they shook hands.
'Kurt.' He said, beaming goofily down at the curly haired man below him. 'Kurt Hummel.'
'Mr Hummel I-'
'Kurt... Call me Kurt, everyone does.' No they don't...
'Err...Kurt. I must say I feel honoured to be here. I mean I'm like tiny, so I have no idea why I am here modelling, but I am so happy to do this, I mean something like this, it's like a personal ambition. Bucket list type of thing. It's ...wow...I mean thank you...I'm rambling...aren't I?'
Blaine bit his lip in annoyance, for the entire cab ride here he'd been practising a speech to give Kurt, and now, when faced with this beautiful man, he goes and cocks it up royally.
Blaine looked down at his shoes, gently rocking back and forth on the heels as a blush flooded across his face.
Wow, even when he's red as a lobster he looks hot. This is just unfair. Kurt thought, then suddenly realising they were still holding hands, Kurt quickly withdrew his and placed it in his pocket. Not before he allowed his finger tips to graze across his palm, savouring the feeling of Blaines hand in his.
'It's fine. Don't worry. I hate to rush things Blaine but we've got quite a busy schedule ahead of us today. This will most likely take until 6pm, so I apologise if you have any plans.' That's right Kurt, keep calm, .
'No no, just me and my apartment, no thrills today.'
'Well...I guess that's good. I can assure you, we shall pay you generously for your time, but for now could you please head over to the changing rooms. They're just down the corridor behind me, third door on the left. The girls should be in there to give you a hand with the outfits. The shoot starts in.' Kurt glanced down at his watch. '20 minutes, so we need to hurry.'
Blaine nodded and began to walk briskly down the hallway. As he passed Kurt he tilted his head so he was eye to eye with the man and winked flirtly before smiling, and continuing his journey.
Breath Kurt Breath. Hello Heart, this is brain, stop doing freaking back flips and help give those lungs some help, we need oxygen people. Oxygen!
xXx
As soon as the smaller man turned the corner, Kurt slumped against the wall and sighed heavily.
Mellissa stared at him blankly, before walking calmly over and slipping her arm around his shoulder.
'Hey Hun, what's wrong, we've got the perfect guy. What's to worry about?'
'I don't know Mel. It's probably nothing.' Oh yeah, your stomach doing more exuberant routines than you did as a Cheerio is nothing. The fact he left you speechless. SPEECHLESS, was nothing, Hell you nearly died from lack of air, was that nothing. Wow you're such a great liar Kurt, really first class.
Mel had that knowing look in her eyes. Why do women always have that?
'Kurt? Wait...Perfect guy? Is this about Blaine?'
'No, I mean yes...but no...Oh I don't know.'
'You liked what you saw eh? Were you checking him out?'
'MEL! Of course not, that is completely unprofessional.' He said hastily, stringing his words together.
'You are going to tell me why you were staring at that guy? I hate to break it to you, but mind control is only in the movies.'
Kurt just sighed again, and let his head flop against the cold surface.
'I wasn't staring, I...just...' A triumphant smile flickered across Mel's lips. Kurt shot her a trademark bitch stare, but to no avail.
'Oh god, Mel, just go away.' Kurt said, raising his head up before letting it smack against the wall again.
Mellissa kept her arm around Kurt, despite his attempts to shove her away.
'Kurt. May I make an observation?'
He hesitated. Mellissa had a tendency to be annoyingly right in situations like this. And the last thing he needed was her telling him to stop swooning like a twelve year old girl.
'...Okay' He said waverly, not quite looking her in the eye.
'In my honest and completely unprofessional opinion, I think you may have a little crush on this new gu-'
'I DON- I don't' he said slightly more calmly. 'He...well...he just...he's perfect for the clothes and I was shocked that you had the ability to be a good model scout.' Kurt folded his arms and turned to face the wall.
'I'll assume the insult is just you in your little swoon mood so I shall let it pass.'
Kurt scowled into the brick and gave Mel a flip of his middle finger.
'Ooh, someone's a little grouchy'
'Mellissa, I do not need you telling me this when the guy probably isn't even gay. I mean LOOK at him!'
'So if he was gay would yo-'
'MEL! Just...Oh just go and burn yourself on your curlers. I can arrange for that to happen. Fear Me!'
Kurt turned and stormed off back up the hall where Blaine had so recently walked. He turned through the second door and entered the studio where the bright white lights were blinding enough to take his mind off things.
Little did he know that in the changing room, Blaine's thoughts were about pretty much the same thing. He was smitten.
xXx
Kurt strolled over to the far side of the studio, where Brad the photographer was setting up his equipment.
The set designers were still working on the background, hanging up strips of brightly coloured lace and assorted baubles that would make a Christmas tree jealous.
The other two models were strutting obnoxiously around the room in robes, waiting for their avant-garde hair to set before heading to the make up booths around the corner.
Kurt wondered onto the set and tweaked a few of the baubles, allowing them to chink lightly together like wind chimes before hurriedly exciting the site after receiving some death glares from the set workers.
Despite the chaos of people running around and the mayhem that happened every time they did a shoot like this, Kurt felt surprisingly in his element. It still amazed him every time that these were his clothes, his employees, his models and his sets. He was in control here and every one had to do as he said. It was such a great feeling after being shoved down for all those years.
Kurt moved over to the chairs just behind Brad's camera. He sat down and lazily surveyed the scene. The speakers just above his head were blasting out the last line to some cheesily uptight new pop rock anthem. This sort of music just bugged Kurt, nothing like the classics. Gaga, Madonna, Beyonce and all those iconic people. Today's music just...well to be perfectly frank it sucked. Everything was synthetic and there was no 'organic' sounds. Everything was keyboards and electricity.
'Music has no soul' is what Mercedes kept saying, and didn't Kurt know it. He longed for those old, original vibes that brought a smile to his face and a fire to his heart.
Wow, thinking a little deep today aren't we Kurt. Have you got a little hobbit man on your mind? Haha thought as much.
Kurt sighed once more and slumped back into the folds of his director style seat and let his eye lids slide shut. He kept his breathing slow and steady while trying to ignore the butterflies...hell not butterflies more like unicorns that were dancing around his stomach. But Kurt didn't get like this. He was a professional. A Professional, he couldn't have a crush on his employee. That was just...eurgh. Infuriating. Why was that man so god damn good looking, Screw Mel and her ability to spot hotness. Screw her all the way to hell.
TBC ...