Blaine Anderson hated fashion.

He hated fashion, he hated clothes and he hated modelling.

He despised it right down to the depths of his very soul.

Where there once was a shrine to Vogue, there was now a fiery abyss of hell. Alexander McQueen was Satan, and Zhandra Rhodes was his concubine.

Ok, so he was exaggerating just a little. But seriously, how the hell did people do this professionally?

He had been rehearsing for a week and he already wanted to tear each and every item of clothing to shreds, then douse lighter fluid on the remains and set it alight. He wanted to amputate his feet, and legs too for that matter. This job involved more exercise in one day than Blaine normally did in a month.

He was dying. Slowly but surely. He was dying.

xXx

His feet ached as he dragged them down the corridor towards Kurt's room. The shoes he had been forced to parade around in felt at least a size too small and the tight pants had virtually cut off the circulation to his lower leg.

He had the blasted bass line from whatever song they were playing stuck in his head; the refrain going round and round his mind on a never ending loop.

His ears were pounding, his whole body ached, and he was so tired he could surely sleep for 8 days straight.

He needed Kurt right now; Kurt, a nice warm hug and a mug of piping coffee. Aah yes...he more than deserved that.

xXx

'Kurt.' Came a groggy moan from outside the designer's private dressing room/office. 'Kuurt?'

The man in question spun around on his chair; his feet squealing as they scraped along the floor.

'What is it Blaine?' Kurt queried, in fake exasperation. His boyfriend had been complaining like this for the past few days, and whilst it was rather annoying at times, the pouting puppy face Blaine made was terribly endearing.

'I'm tiiired.' Said the voice, followed by the sound of shuffling feet. 'I ache and I'm tired and I want a hug...Can I come in?'

Kurt sighed, spun back around and shut the lid of his laptop before calling out a quick 'If you must.' to the door as he got to his feet.

Within seconds of issuing his reply, the door swung open and in trudged a slow, sleepy looking Blaine, dragging his feet along the ground and looking hopefully up at his boyfriend.

'Hey.' He murmured. 'It's good to see you.'

'And likewise my dear.' Kurt said, extending his hand to cup Blaine's cheek. The shorter man nuzzled into the touch and Kurt couldn't help but smile.

'So what brings you down to my humble office then?' he queried, releasing his hold. 'Not that it isn't a pleasure to see you, of course.'

Blaine released a heavy breath and shuffled closer to his boyfriend. 'I just need a hug.' He said, gazing up at Kurt with his eyes wide and shining. 'This entire day has exhausted me and I just really need a hug.'

'Aww, honey.' Kurt cooed, a small smile gracing his features. Blaine was always so adorable when he was tired. 'Come here.'

Blaine's mouth turned into a weak smile and he reached out, closing the gap between them and pulling Kurt into his arms. Kurt wrapped his own around Blaine, cradling the other man tightly to his chest as Blaine's body leant against him. The smaller man took a deep breath and pressed himself even closer to Kurt, his head resting on the designer's shoulder.

xXx

'I hate fashion.' Blaine groaned quietly, pressing his nose into the hollow of Kurt's neck and sighing. 'It's positively satanic.'

'You don't mean that.' Kurt murmured, rubbing a comforting hand up and down Blaine's back. 'I think you're just tired.'

'I do.' Blaine assured, 'Whilst I appreciate the clothes, because hello, they make your ass look fantastic, I am just not cut out to wear things like this.' He nodded his head down towards his legs, which were still clad in tight red jeans that left nothing to the imagination.

'You look great Blaine.' Kurt said, his breath ruffling Blaine's tightly sprayed curls. 'Believe me, a little pain is worth how fantastic you look in those, and the pain won't be from the clothes. I promise. You've just done an awful lot of work these past days. Your muscles will be sensitive. Take a warm bath before the show tonight and you'll feel much better.'

Blaine chuckled low in his throat and clutched Kurt tighter. 'Fancy joining me?' he said, attempting to make his voice low and enticing.

Kurt smiled. 'Why Mr Anderson' he asked with a small nudge to Blaine's ribs. 'Are you trying to seduce me?'

Blaine laughed and held Kurt yet tighter. The two still standing in the centre of the room in a firm embrace,

'Mr Anderson?' Blaine questioned, his lips turning upwards into a smirk 'I like it...it's nice,feisty almost. Makes me sound like...like a sexy librarian. You know... Oh, no, wait... Sexy teacher. That's much better. Mr Anderson, the professor of seduction.'

Kurt chuckled and prodded Blaine. 'You're just being silly.'

'Care for a class?' Blaine asked, pressing a kiss to Kurt's neck.

'Stop it you ghastly man.' Kurt said, giggling, as Blaine continued to pepper his skin with light pecks.

'Ooh...what are you going to do boss?' Blaine said, 'Punish me?' he gave a little hip wiggle as he stood and Kurt gasped.

'Blaine.' He shrieked in mock horror, pulling away from the embrace and giving Blaine a playful smack to the arm 'Take your perverted mind elsewhere.'

'That's not what you were saying the other night.'

'Oh God.' Kurt groaned, a smile still lurking on his face as he stepped back and slumped into his chair. 'Why is it that my boyfriend gets horny when he's tired? Tiredness is normally the excuse not to get dirty, but no. I'm stuck with a wretched Somnophiliac.'

'I am not a Somnophiliac.' Blaine said, moving closer to Kurt. 'That would imply you being the sleepy one. I just have bad timing.'

Kurt laughed, grabbing Blaine's sleeves and pulling him into his lap for a quick kiss, which Blaine happily melted into.

'You can say that again.' Kurt said, as he pulled back, glancing over Blaine's head. 'It's nearly 3. No wonder you're tired.'

Blaine turned to look behind him at the clock above the door Kurt had his eye fixed upon. It was indeed around 5 to 3 in the afternoon. Blaine had been rehearsing for that evenings show, non-stop since 6am

'God, it feels like forever.' The shorter man said, leaning forwards so his forehead was pressed against Kurt's despite the awkward angle.

'The show doesn't start until 9, Blaine.' Kurt said, his voice not much more than a whisper as he absorbed their proximity. 'You have at least 4 hours to relax now.'

'Only four hours?' Blaine moaned, his eyes closing as he kissed the brunette lightly. 'That's nothing.'

'Maybe three.' Kurt added with a smirk. 'I might make you do extra rehearsals. Can't have my star slacking now can I?'

'Nooo Kurt.' Blaine whined pressing another brief kiss to his boyfriends parted lips. 'Please don't. You can't make me.'

'I'm a horrible person. You know that.' Blaine chuckled in response. 'I am a truly terrible boss, like Jennifer Aniston in that movie. You'll have to file a complaint.' He said, leaning over and kissing Blaine's neck now, the tables turning.

'Aah, if only.' Blaine said, leaning his head back to expose more tan skin to Kurt. 'But alas, I have no reason to complain. I am one of those rare f-few who actually find their bosses fairly decent people.' He pulled back at the same time as Kurt, instead manoeuvring past the brunette and perching himself on the edge of the desk, next to the other mans humming laptop.

'Only fairly decent.' Kurt said, pressing a hand to his chest in shock as he span his chair round to face Blaine. 'I am insulted.'

'Aww.' Blaine said, pulling an overly dramatic face as he swung his legs back and forth. 'Poor sweetums.'

'Don't tease me.' Kurt said, jabbing Blaine in the knee, earning a scowl and a brief kiss to the knuckles from the shortest of the pair. 'I am, as you said, your boss Mr Anderson.' He let a small smile play on his lips as he spoke.

'Again with the Mr Anderson.' Blaine smirked. 'I'm beginning to think you have a teacher fetish my dear. You know, maybe I could teach you a few things while we're in here. A little sex-ed perhaps?' he waggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively. 'I'm very good. The best teacher you'll ever have'

Kurt laughed, titling his head back at his boyfriend's absurdity even though he was probably more turned on than he should be by this display

'Though I warn you, boss...' Blaine continued. 'I can be very strict...might give you a little... detention. Even the principal needs to behave.'

His warm breath ghosted over Kurt's cheeks as he leant forward, pulling kissy faces and pouting. His eye brows rising and falling like the tide, in a hilarious attempt to look smooth.

Kurt rolled his eyes and giggled again. 'Hush you exasperating man. Whatever happened to Mr I-Just-Want-A-Hug?'

'Hey...I'm tired; I'm allowed to have mood changes.'

'And become suddenly horny, it seems.' Kurt added, and Blaine grinned.

'Why of course.'

Kurt smirked and rolled himself back on the wheelie chair, far out of Blaine's reach, before getting to his feet.

'Aah...well I'm afraid I can't help you there.' He said, eyeing Blaine whose jaw just dropped. 'Maybe if you hadn't teased me earlier you'd be enjoying a little lesson from me...Mr Anderson...but as the case rests now...I'm not to sure' he sighed, and gave Blaine a small shrug.

Blaine let out a low whine and eyed Kurt hungrily. Kurt let out another high laugh.

'Kuurt.' Blaine whimpered. 'Please?'

Kurt rolled his eyes and held out a hand.

'Come on you.' He said and Blaine dashed over 'If we hurry I think we can make that bath of yours before my next conference call.'