Kurt made a muffled sound of contentment before melting into the kiss, pressing firmly against Blaine's lips as his hand pulled out of Blaine's and went to cup the other mans cheek. Blaine shivered at the foreign sensation before doing the same, allowing his fingers to trace Kurt's jaw line too whilst tilting his head to further the kiss. Blaine let his tongue snake out and graze Kurt's lower lip. Kurt gasped in surprise and Blaine took full advantage and tentatively slipped his tongue between Kurt's parted lips and let it slide together with Kurt's own.

Kurt was fairly certain that there was a great deal of whispering and confusion going on around them, he could hear the majority of it. But it was completely blunted in comparison to his other senses: the softness of Blaine's skin beneath his fingers, the shoot of pleasure as Blaine had tugged ever so slightly on his hair, the strong scent of the smaller mans after shave. The familiar tang of coffee that still resided in Blaine's' mouth after their drinks earlier, the sweetness of the cookie he had had after, leaving a delicious taste on Kurt's tongue. While this was new (and pretty damn extraordinary) for those around them, for the two men standing face to face, aside from the crowd, it felt like the most natural and wonderful thing in the world.

They broke apart after a few moments, both unable to stop smiling whilst gasping for breath. Kurt laughed a little in response to Blaine's rather distant expression, as they both tried to latch onto what had just happened.

Every jaw was wide, all eyes blown and every single person in the room was staring at them.

This was acting right. Definitely acting, no real feelings what so ever, they were just in a post performance buzz. Definitly, just...showmance, nothing else... besides... all performances must come to an end. Which meant...

No more smoochie times for them anytime soon.

Curses.

The mental conversations currently raging in both men's minds, would certainly have been a spectacle to observe.

'Oh sweet lord that was...Ungh.'

'That. Was. Incredible.'

'Did we just-' 'Did we just-'

'We did-' 'We did-'

'Shit' 'Shit'

'That felt so good, like the best thing since sliced bread- or hair spray...'

'I don't think there are any suitable words for the love explosion that just happened there.'

'I could do that all day, everyday.'

'Again. Again. Again. Again.'

'He's looking at me weirdly.'

'Why is he giving me that funny look?'

'Oh creeps, have I got saliva hanging out my- no, all clear.'

'Is it my hair I-'

'He didn't like It, did he-' 'He didn't like it, did he-'

Kurt's lower lip slid between his teeth as he nipped in nervously, Blaine's hand slipped into his hair, which he began to twirl around his finger in a fit of anxiety.

That was before they both remembered they weren't alone.

They quickly spun around to face India.

Who looked exactly like a Barbie and a blow-up dolls love child.

Her features were frozen in shock and her arms hung limply by her sides. Her legs were ridged and she would, if not for the three men holding her up, have fallen flat on her face by now.

Her jaw was completely slack, and her mouth hung open awkwardly.(Kurt could hear Santana's voice in his head, spouting off dirty jokes like there was no tomorrow) Her eyes were wide and her pupils blown in absolute shock, they were glazed over, Kurt was tempted to slap her to see if she would move.

They all stood, stock still for another few moments, before India blinked, and her body jumped back to life. She scrambled to her feet and brushed her clothes down, her hair had slipped out of it's tight hair spray confinements and had slid down across her face, snagging in the sticky lip gloss that coated her mouth, which was the only thing not to have returned to normal. It still hung open like a deep cavern.

Kurt leant forward until he was once again, at eye level with the woman, who was currently staring at him with a mixture of shock...(and slight disgust.)

'Close your mouth honey, or the flies will get in' He smirked, tapping her chin lightly with his index finger.

'Come on Blaine. We've got work to do. Let's get out of here, walk with me.' He said, beginning to make his way out of the studio

'It would be a pleasure.' Blaine replied, sending one final look of contentment at India as he followed Kurt from the room.

xXx

Two hours later and the group was ready to leave the building. Kurt, Steph and Blaine were all waiting patiently in the foyer for Finn to collect the CD with Blaine's song burned onto it, bar Mel who had left a few minutes ago for a toilet break.

The three friends were in the middle of discussing what they did to India, (her lobster face was priceless, and apparently Steph had snapped some brilliant videos and had secured the security camera footage, she claimed to be keeping it forever (or putting it on Youtube).) when Finn arrived at their rendezvous point.

'Hey guys.' He panted, slightly out of breath from his jog from the studio.

'Alright Finny Boy.' Steph said, nodding to the man who took a seat to the right of Kurt and Blaine. (who were sat at opposite ends of the couch, painfully avoiding each other's gaze until they could work out what the pangs in their stomach meant. Neither could forget That kiss. It was all meant as a joke and totally platonically, but to be honest, the fireworks they had each felt were sort of counter acting those feelings and replacing them with such as 'good lord when did he get so hot, I want to jump his bones.' Or 'Sweet baby cheesus, if he flexes like that once more then we will be christening the nearest table.')

'Yep. And Blaine will be too in a second.' He said, grinning to the shorter man. 'I've got your CD here.' He said, waving shining plastic case I the air. 'The first of many copies of Blaine Anderson's solo recording is right here.'

'What do you mean first copy?' Blaine questioned. 'How many more are there?'

'Actually-' Finn said, his voice dropping into a slightly more serious tone. 'That's something I wanted to talk to you about.'

Blaine gulped.

'How would you feel...about your song...going public?'

'Wh- Blaine tried to say. Before words failed him, his pulse rate rocketing as a smile crept onto Finn's face.

'Well I've been talking with a few of the guys, and they said you have real potential.' Everyone smiled at this, apart from Blaine, whose cheeks were flaming crimson. 'Now, I don't own a record label, I just run the studios, but a couple of guys from an actual label, were wondering if you'd consider signing a recording contract with them?'

At this, Blaine was pretty sure he had died and gone to heaven.

xXx

'...and so, if you agree, then we can set up some meetings for you at some point in the near future.' We can then discuss the release of 'Thunder' as a solo track. If that happens, then we only need to get you some publicity, which can be probably be arranged. This is the same label that Rachel uses too, though not as much since her Broadway career took off, but we can definitely trust them to boost your profile at least a little, though a boost from Kurt would help that too.' Finn said, shooting his brother a not-so-subtle wink.

'Yes, right Finn.' Kurt said hurriedly as Finn began to make some rather lewd gestures with me his mouth. 'I can pool my resources – no not like that Finn– to get Blaine some publicity. What with Mrs B's help all those years ago, I'd say I am pretty much an expert in the field. I know how to get cameras, and how to not. So you are in safe hands Blaine.' Kurt said turning to his friend who nodded in appreciation.

'Thanks Kurt.' Blaine squealed, smiling widely at his friend. 'and you too Finn. I cannot believe this whole thing, and you are actually serious. It's just...there are actually no words to describe how amazingly happy I am right now. This has got to be the best birthday present ever in the history of the world EVER.' He squealed as he flung himself onto Kurt, wrapping the man in a tight embrace. Kurt was a little shocked, but non the less returned the hug and chuckled at the man's enthusiasm.

Blaine then hopped up and over to Finn, where he hugged the man with equal valour. Finn smiled awkwardly as Blaine held him tight. He shot Kurt a slightly panicked look, and the smaller man just laughed, mouthing 'hug-him-back.' With Finn did, if not with some hesitation.

'You two are just...amazing.' Blaine sighed, as he released Finn and straightened up. 'Where's Mel, I need to thank her too, she helped set this whole thing up!' he scanned the foyer, where there was no sign of the illusive brunette.

'That's a good point.' Steph said 'I haven't seen her in a while. Where is she?'

'She said she was going to the bathroom!' Kurt stated as the other three all twisted their heads in search.

'That was over 15 minutes ago.' Steph replied, getting slowly to her feet. 'You don't think something's happened do you?'

'I don't think so.' Blaine assured, 'Though maybe we should ring her just in case.'

The others in the group nodded in agreement and Kurt whipped out his IPhone. Flipping through all the numbers, he pulled up Mel's and quickly dialled it. Placing the phone he hushed all the other people in the room with a snap of his fingers and the odd glare.

The dial tone sounded as all ears trained onto the sound, listening for the answering phone.

In the distance the faint sound of 'Moves Like Jagger' sounded out, tinkling faintly.

'That's Mel's ring tone.' Kurt stated, a confused expression gracing his face.

'So she's here-' Finn questioned.

'It figures, but where, is the question'

'Follow the sound. Like those sniffer dogs do in the movies.' Finn said simply.

'Not a bad idea Finnegan' Steph said, leaning over to pat his head patronisingly, earning her a disgruntled glare.

'Kurt cut off the line. Then ring again in a minute or so.' She said, pulling Finn out of his seat. 'Up, up, up you lot. We have a Mellissa to find.'

Steph wandered over to the receptionists desk, Finn went by the elevator and Kurt was by an ice-water dispenser on the opposite side of the room with Blaine several metres to his left by a closet.

A brief nod from Steph later and Kurt was dialling Mel again. There was a brief sound of silence before her ringtone rang out again. Each person listened closely, trying to locate the source of the sound.

'It's over here.' Finn mouthed, waving his hands in the air to attract the others attention, before leaning his ear against the cool metal of the elevator doors. The ringtone ended and he gestured for the others to come over. As they got closer Finn pressed the gold 'call elevator' button, and the machine pinged.

The doors slid slowly open, squeaking ever so slightly in the pregnant silence. Suddenly an entirely too familiar sound now graced their ears.

The sound of lips locking and saliva exchanging.

All eyes locked onto the sight in the elevator. There were two figures, completely intertwined in a rough embrace. One man, fairly tall with dirty blonde hair and a sturdy build, the other a slightly smaller female in a dress suit and her brunette hair cascading down her back, after falling free from a bun.

Kurt coughed uncomfortably in the silence and the two kissers sprung apart at lightning speed.

It was Mel and Edward.

'I- I was...' Mel shoved Edward away from her as he stepped forward, desperately trying to straighten out her clothes as she spoke ' just showing him...around...yeah.' Edward collided with the sides of the elevator with a dull thud, and rubbed painfully at his back, giving Mel a disdainful look.

'...right.' Kurt responded, backing away from the elevator, trying to scourge the image from the surface of his retinas.

'This elevator has...wonderful...lighting, yes...excellent, the best in all Manhattan.' She said shiftily, as Edward nodded frantically behind her, whilst desperately trying to straighten up his tie.

The group just nodded along and shifted awkwardly about on their feet, trying to avoid eye contact with the dishevelled couple.

Mel eventually looked presentable and marched out of the lift, closely followed by Edward.

'Come on losers.' She said, turning to face the group who were still standing by the elevator. 'We've gotta get back. Finn you stay here, the rest of you, get in the cars, we're leaving now.'

And with barely more than a 'call me' to Edward, she walked straight out of the building and over to the cars. Seemingly not noticing that the back of her skirt was still tucked into her underwear.

xXx

Kurt and Blaine were sitting together in the back of one of Kurt's company cars. It would be easier to take in the afternoon's rush hour traffic and the tinted windows provided some kind of privacy from any lurking photographers, and Kurt's thoughts weren't too far from that at the moment.

Kurt couldn't get India and Finn's respective conversations out of his mind. He had been thinking about it for a while, and in his mind, and come up with a plan. It would help boost Blaine's profile, and be beneficial for himself as well (though he didn't need to tell Blaine that) After dwelling on said thoughts for much of the journey back to his office he had finally come up with a reasonable way to present his ideas to Blaine.

'Blaine?' Kurt said, looking over to his friend. 'Do you remember what India told you back at the recording studio?'

'What , about her wanting in my pants?' Blaine replied, laughing a little at the memory.

'No no not that bit, the other bit.'

'Which other bit?' he queried

'The you and her dating part'

'You mean the, 'her on my arm bit'?' Blaine offered.

'Yeah' Kurt replied.' Well the thing is... I think she may have a point'

Silence fell.

'Err... Kurt' Blaine said, a questioning look in his eyes. 'I'm not sure what you're getting at but I am actually gay you know. I am not dating her. I don't think she'd even want me too after what we did.'

'NO, God no, I wouldn't inflict such pain on you. I meant what she said about you getting publicity from it.'

'Huh?'

'Well...remember when Mel told you about my...my experiences?'

Blaine nodded, not quite sure where this was headed

'Well, As soon as Ad-...that man...appeared on the scene, I had the press following me around like a herd of lost puppies. And think about all the headlines celebrities get when they are dating, or getting married. We would barely even remember who Posh Spice was if she hadn't married David Beckham'

'Kurt, what do you mean?'

'Well, let's say...hypothetically... you were to get yourself a hot piece of arm candy. Now. Take said arm candy, and say they are a fancy celebrity, let's say...hmm...let's say it's Johnny Depp. Now imagine what would happen if the press found you were dating Johnny Depp. They'd be in a frenzy.'

'Yes ... because he's straight...and I'm a man.'

'Not, the point Blaine. It's because of your relationship. Now, right now, we need to get you as much publicity as we can, in preparation of your single release. And not having to pay for it is always a bonus.'

Kurt's eyes glimmered as they always did when he had a stealthy plan. Blaine had a feeling he would probably end up agreeing to this as well, somehow he couldn't say no to the beaut- friendly designer.

'Are you suggesting I go out and sleep with Johnny Depp, Because, you know, I'm pretty sure he's married with ki-' Blaine started.

'No that's not what I'm suggesting. But I am suggesting we get you a boyfriend.'

Blaine froze

'Preferably someone famous too. That will boost your profile and get people talking about you. Then we launch your single on the world, they buy it and fall in love with you and your music. And Voila. Hey presto, Blaine Anderson is a superstar over night, the male Barbara Streisand, with a smaller nose.'

Blaine remained silent as his friend babbled away, trying to comprehend what the taller man was saying

'Now you don't need to actually date this guy. Honestly, most people just hire escort of such. Not that I suggest that. Just have someone, say a friend, act all love-y around you and the press will do the rest. Rumours grow, and so does your fame. Now I wouldn't normally condone this, but after what happened to me, I think the least we can do is play the press at their own game, and use it to m- our benefit.'

'Right, ok...I follow you.'

'Are you ok with that because I-'

'Kurt. It's mad, but It may work. And I think it would certainly be better than you wasting money on some big publicity agent, or causing hassle for the label. Just one minor problem.'

'Which is...?'

'Who on earth could we get to play the role of my boyfriend?... because I definitely don't want to hire an escort'

'Well...I've been thinking about that too.'

Always the man with the thoroughly thought out plan.

'You have?'

'Yes, and I think I've found the perfect guy for the job'

'Really? Who?'

'Me!'

TBC...