In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different. - Coco Chanel

Blaine quietly enters the Brooklyn warehouse and stands just inside the door, taking in the activity all around him. His messenger bag is slung over his shoulder and he's holding two cups of coffee in his hands. He senses the excitement in the warehouse as his staff are getting ready for the first day of the Hamilton-inspired photo shoot.

The Brooklyn warehouse is a hive of activity. A massive set has been built, resembling the one on the Broadway stage. The wooden structure is an intricate mix of stairs and platforms at varying heights. Behind the set is a tall white screen and the techies are testing that the images will be clearly projected. In addition to the usual crew, there are people from Hamilton on hand in an advisory capacity. The Hamilton soundtrack is blaring from the speakers, filling the space with the hip-hop music. Racks of clothing delivered from Marc Jacobs are rushed across the space to the stylists, eager to work their magic on the models. The warehouse is chaotic, but there's a buzz in the air… like everyone knows that a trend-breaking fashion spread is about to be shot.

Tina has cleared Blaine's diary so he can be at the Brooklyn warehouse during the entire photo shoot. He has told her he wants to be actively involved in the photo shoot, to make sure that Marc Jacobs is happy with the shots for his ads. If he's honest, though, it's just an excuse to spend more time with Kurt.

"Blaine! I wasn't expecting you here on the first morning of the photo shoot!" Paul, the lead photographer, exclaims.

"How could I miss the first day of this historic shoot? I know I can count on you – and every single person working here today – to knock this out of the park. We're going to take the fashion industry by storm with the retro 1700s look. Don't mind me. I'm going to blend into the background and watch until the first photos are ready for my initial review."

Paul chuckles. "Blaine, there's no such thing as you blending into the background. If you want, come have a seat next to me when we start shooting."

"I'll join you in little while, Paul. There's just a few things I need to take care of first."

Blaine waves at those who have spotted him, but his eyes dart around the room trying to find the one person he really wants to see. He soon spots Kurt sitting in a chair in a far corner of the warehouse, engrossed with his tablet. Blaine waves and winks when Kurt notices him. The smile that appears on Kurt's face makes him feel warm all over. Blaine slowly makes his way over, stopping along the way to greet staff, and after fifteen minutes he is finally in front of the model.

"Morning, Kurt. I have a cup of coffee for you. What are you doing here in the corner? Shouldn't you be getting ready?"

"Hey, you. I'm not needed until later this morning, but I came in early in case there's a schedule change. But it looks like the shoot is going to be delayed a bit – Marc Jacobs only delivered the clothes ten minutes ago."

Kurt takes the cup of coffee from Blaine and opens the lid to let some of the steam escape. "You know my coffee order?"

"Of course I do."

"I've already seen Unique, and she told me that Chandler's not going to be here on this shoot. What's up with that?"

Blaine nervously looks down, since he's the one who has made sure that Chandler isn't going to be here… or anywhere near Kurt. "Chandler's needed on another photo shoot. Besides, it gives Liam a chance to shine. He's an excellent stylist too."

They settle down into a comfortable silence. Blaine makes business calls and reviews draft articles for the June issue. Kurt nudges him every now and again to show him YouTube videos of particularly cute fluffy kittens. Blaine can't help but laugh at their antics and welcomes Kurt's interruptions. Blaine can't help but feel like they're hanging out together.

Far too soon for Blaine's liking, Kurt is called back to get ready, so he joins Paul by the cameras and focuses on the photo shoot. After 45 minutes, Kurt arrives on the set. Blaine's mouth dries when he takes a look – Kurt is so beautiful in the outfit chosen for him, which accentuates his sleek muscular lines. The knee-high black boots make his legs look like they go on forever, and Kurt's hair is artfully sculpted off his face in loose waves. But not everything's perfect and Blaine quickly waves Liam over.

"Where's the brooch? Kurt's not wearing a brooch! I thought I made myself perfectly clear that brooches are Kurt's signature piece."

Liam hurries to the models' curtained-off area and quickly returns with a selection for Blaine's decision. Blaine chooses the gold-plated quilled pen and it is carefully pinned on the lapel of Kurt's jacket.

While the techies make the final lighting adjustments, Blaine rushes to the set in front of Kurt. He adjusts a hair out of place and brushes the shirt to make sure all the frills are perfectly in place. And if he enjoys feeling the taut muscles across Kurt's chest, well, nobody needs to know. "You look really… umm…. great, Kurt. Just remember to relax."

Satisfied with how Kurt looks – how could he not be – Blaine returns to his seat next Paul and smiles proudly as Kurt moves seamlessly from one pose to the next.

"That's a wrap for the morning. We'll start up again in an hour, after lunch," Paul shouts.

As the staff tidy up their areas and Kurt retreats to the model's fitting area, Blaine shoots across to the food buffet to get Kurt's and his lunch. Last week, he had Oz Garcia e-mail him Kurt's diet, so Blaine carefully selects only those items that he's allowed to eat. He sits down at the cafeteria-style table and soon Kurt slides into the bench across from him.

"Is that for me? Thanks, Blaine. You really know how to find the healthy food from the buffet."

Blaine preens at the compliment and then slowly takes a small box from his lap and presents it to Kurt.

"What! A surprise for me?" Kurt asks.

Kurt carefully opens the box and takes out a small, but perfectly-formed cupcake, topped with a swirl of vanilla icing and multi-colored sprinkles.

"Oooh…. A baby cupcake!" Kurt exclaims, wiggling in his chair and his eyes widening with excitement.

"I spotted it when I was getting the coffees this morning. It was sitting there begging me to buy it for you. It's definitely less than six bites. You deserve the treat after your great session on set this morning."

Kurt blushes at the remark and Blaine thinks it's the most adorable thing he's ever seen.

"I've been meaning to ask you, Blaine. Funny Girl's opening night is in two weeks. Rachel gave me two tickets, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? I also have passes for the after-party."

"I would love to, Kurt."

Blaine has a fluttering feeling in his stomach. Kurt's asked him to be his date at a high-profile event. Kurt's not embarrassed to be seen out with him. Kurt wants to be seen out with him – wants them to share that special night.

"You don't need to clear it with anybody, like with someone at work? Tina? Or even Sam?"

"Nope. I go to the events that I want to attend. Tina's job is to make any diary conflicts go away. And I definitely want to attend Rachel's opening night with you."

"But what about Sam? There will be paparazzi on opening night and I want to make sure that you and Sam are comfortable with that. Comfortable that there might be pictures taken of you and I together."

Blaine clears his throat. He's desperate to tell Kurt about his arrangement with Sam. But he can't. He can't reveal his best friend's secret relationship with Mercedes, especially not now that she's on her first national tour.

"Sam will be cool with it. Trust me."

Mark Townsend, a leading New York City hair stylist and the shoot's consultant, joins them and the conversation quickly moves to hairstyles and trends. Paul announces that the shoot will be continued in five minutes, and Blaine is left alone to finish his coffee.

"Stop with those heart eyes!"

Blaine glances up from his tablet to see Unique slide onto the bench at the other side of his table, where Kurt was previously sitting. "Ww…hat? What are you talking about?"

"Don't act all innocent with me. If Unique says you've got heart eyes, then you've got 'em!"

Blaine is embarrassed that Unique has noticed. He's not sure how to reply, so he bows his head.

"Look at me, Blaine."

Blaine meekly raises his head and gives her a weak smile.

"I'm happy for you, really I am. I've never seen you look so dopey around another guy before. I wish a guy would look like that at me. And Kurt is certainly enjoying all of the attention. But what I'm saying is that you have to rein it in - keep it under wraps - before other people notice and the gossip starts."

Blaine lets out a deep sigh. He knows Unique is right.

"Got it, Unique. Maybe I've been a little over the top…"

"Just a little? Honey, you brought him a baby cupcake, for goodness sake!"

"Okay, you're right. Maybe the cupcake was too much. Point taken. And thanks, Unique. Thanks for pointing it out to me."

When the afternoon's shoot continues, Blaine is busy looking at the photos taken earlier that morning. They are amazing, even better than Blaine had hoped for. The set design, backdrop of images and props pull everything together and create the late 18th century feel. Mateo is on set for an individual shoot and the other models are hanging out in the warehouse, waiting for their next turn.

Blaine looks up as he hears Kurt's laugh – his beautiful, high-pitched, angel-like laugh. But his smile quickly disappears as he spots Sam and Kurt together. Kurt has his hands on his hips, one of which is popped to the side. Sam is squatting in front of him, adjusting Kurt's right bent knee to the proper position. Kurt's laughing as he teeters, trying to keep his balance. Sam laughs back, stands up and gives Kurt a hip check. Soon they're bent over in peels of laughter. When they straighten up, Blaine can see Kurt wipe a tear from one eye, like he's having so much fun with Sam. Then Kurt places his hand on Sam's shoulder and pulls him closer to whisper in his ear. Sam throws his head back in laughter, and Blaine can tell he's really enjoying Kurt's company.

Kurt's goofing around with Sam. He looks so happy…. all smiley and looking at Sam like he's the best thing ever. And he's flirting with Sam! And Sam's enjoying himself too. He's so natural and cool talking with Kurt. Not like some awkward dork, like me. Oh my god! Kurt's just glanced at Sam's lips. I know what that means. I knew I was right! Kurt's into Sam! And Sam doesn't even know it. He's so oblivious!

Blaine quickly focuses his eyes back on the computer screen but he can't concentrate on the images. His heart feels like it has dropped to the pit of his stomach. Sure, he knows that Kurt likes him – they hang out together and text all the time. But as a friend only. And regardless of what has Sam told him, Kurt's not really into him. Not like the way that he's into Kurt.

"Sit right here, Marc. We're doing the final shots with Kurt Hummel for your ad. We're using the same set as used for the Vogue photo spread – a visual reminder of your brand when readers see the main article or visit our website."

Once Blaine has Marc comfortable, he takes a look at the set. Unique is fussing around Kurt making sure his make-up and hair are just right. After the first day, he has kept his appearances at the warehouse to late afternoons only - to review the day's shots and ask for any additional ones needed. Unique was right. He has to control himself around Kurt at work before gossip starts… and before Kurt notices as well. Blaine knows that deep in his heart, that this isn't the only reason he hasn't been at the warehouse all day. He can't bear to see Kurt and Sam together, to hear Kurt's laughter and see Kurt flirt with Sam.

When Blaine raised the subject at dinner last Monday night, Sam quickly scoffed at his concerns and said he was being ridiculous. That Kurt was pumping him for information about Blaine - like his birthday, what he likes to do on the weekends, his favorite meal, things like that. Sam had quickly changed the subject, asking if Blaine was going to watch Breakaway with him later. Blaine appreciates that Sam was trying to cheer him up. But eyes don't lie, and Kurt's eyes tell him that he really likes Sam.

Kurt's eyes soon find his, and Blaine can tell that he's nervous with Marc Jacobs sitting right next to him. Blaine can sense that Kurt is looking at him for reassurance. Blaine smiles and gives Kurt a small wave. He can see Kurt relax his shoulders and a sweet smile form on his face. Blaine sees a hanging thread from Kurt's jacket and gets up, meaning to fix it, but a stern look from Unique has him calling over for Liam instead.

When the shoot begins, Blaine splits his attention between Kurt and Marc Jacobs, like watching a tennis match in slow motion. Blaine is relieved that they both look relaxed and happy. After an hour, when Kurt has run through all the poses, Blaine takes Marc Jacobs over to the bank of computers to look at the photos.

Kurt looks stunning in the Marc Jacobs outfit – like a swashbuckler - and he has his signature smile and sparkling eyes. But the expression looks different than the one given in the 'floral and pastel' theme photos. Sure, Kurt still looks innocent and hopeful for his dreams to come true. But he radiates confidence – it's clear that he's comfortable in the clothes, in their look and unique style. That he's comfortable with himself.

"These look great, Blaine. I can't think of another pose, so it's a wrap. Let's meet next Monday and pick out the photos to send to my ad agency."

"Sounds like a plan, Marc. Let me know when and where you want to meet."

"And, Blaine? If you can guarantee that Hummel will attend Vogue's after-party the night of the Tony's, wearing that outfit, I'll fully fund the party. I'll even throw in champagne, because that model in that outfit is going to get me a huge run of orders."

"I know Kurt's planning to attend the Tony's, but I'll confirm his agreement to wear the outfit at the after-party with you on Monday, when we meet up. I'll also have the after-party's preliminary plan and budget for your approval."

"Good work, Blaine. I knew I could count on you."

Chandler tosses his cell phone down in exasperation. Things aren't going his way. He's sitting in some hellhole in Yonkers as the photo shoot takes place. For some reason, Anderson has decided that he's more urgently needed at the photo shoot for the fragrance article. I'm a fashion stylist. I don't do perfume bottles.

Chandler's been texting Kurt constantly and asking him about the photo shoot for the main spread, but by the Friday of the first week, his number was blocked. So he then focused his efforts to get info from his mates on the set. But they won't tell him anything about the photo shoot's theme and which models they are using, like it's some big secret they don't dare reveal. However, one person did mention in passing how Blaine has been on site much more than usual. How he spends a lot of time with Kurt, who likes to be wooed.

Chandler knows it's not much, but Smythe has been putting the pressure on. So Chandler sends a quick text tell him this little bit of news.

Kurt slides the loft door open and sees his date for Funny Girl's opening night. "Hey, you. I'm almost ready. Give me a minute, okay?"

"Sure. Take your time, Kurt. I'm a few minutes early."

When Kurt goes to his bedroom, Blaine checks his profile in the antique full-length mirror in the living area. He wants to look his best for the opening night… and for Kurt. He's hasn't seen Kurt since the Hamilton photo shoot. Kurt's been too busy the past couple of weeks - spending every spare moment with Rachel, soothing her and boosting her confidence. Who knew that Rachel Berry needed even more confidence?

"I'm ready now. Let's go!" Kurt exclaims as he heads towards the door. After they enter the Mercedes-Benz and Bentley starts to drive away, Blaine looks over what Kurt's wearing tonight.

"Kurt, is that a vintage Givenchy suit?"

"Yeah, it's from the Vogue vaults. And are you wearing a Dolce & Gabbana suit, Mr. McDapper?"

Blaine chuckles at Kurt's remark and nods. "I like a man who knows his fashion. So… I'm pretty excited about going to Funny Girl's opening night. I'm sure Rachel is going to be fabulous."

"She better be. She's been driving me insane for weeks. I'm really excited that the opening night is finally here, but I'm also kinda nervous."

"Why's that Kurt?"

"Because I've never been on the red carpet before. You and Sam handle it so well, and I don't want to let you down… You know, embarrass you in front of the cameras and your fans."

Blaine takes Kurt's hand and squeezes it reassuringly. "I'll never feel embarrassed by you, Kurt. Just stick close by, and if you get an awkward question, just give me a look and I'll answer it for you."

Bentley looks in the rearview mirror as they pull up in front of the St. James Theater. He smiles when he thinks about how Blaine and Kurt always manage to find opportunities for sitting close and holding hands, like it's painful to be apart.

"We're here, Blaine. Text me fifteen minutes before you want me to collect you."

Blaine exits the car and quickly dashes to the other side to help Kurt out. When Kurt stands up at the beginning of the red carpet, his eyes snap closed, since the camera flashes are blinding. Blaine knows that feeling of being disorientated by the lights – a sense of being alone and confused - so he gives Kurt's shoulder a squeeze. Kurt's eyes slowly open and he gives Blaine a soft smile, as if telling him that he's ready to walk along the red carpet. Blaine hooks his arm inside Kurt's and leads him along.

"Look here! Look here!" is shouted out from the crowd. Kurt's not sure where to look as Blaine guides him to the crowd behind the barrier.

"Blaine! Where's Sam tonight? Are you and Sam all right?" a fan at the front asks, waving a photo of Blaine and Sam to be autographed.

"Sam's doing just fine, thanks for asking. I'm with Kurt tonight to watch his close personal friend, Rachel Berry, on her opening night."

"Kurt! What are your plans? All we've seen of you are the photos in Vogue."

"My plan is to walk into the St. James Theater and watch one Rachel Barbra Berry perform the role that she was born to play." Blaine's impressed with Kurt's answer and how smoothly he responds. When Kurt glances at Blaine, he tries to give him a reassuring look back.

"Can you settle this once and for all. What color are your eyes?" another fan shouts.

Kurt giggles at the question. "You'll just have to buy more issues of Vogue to find out. I'm under contract with Vogue for another five months."

Blaine checks the time on his watch. "Look, guys. I wish we had more time to hang out with you, but Kurt and I have to get inside before the performance starts. Make sure you check out Vogue's June issue in a few weeks. If you like Kurt, I think you're going to love it."

As Blaine guides Kurt into the theater, he leans in and whispers, "You did great, Kurt. Tonight, on that red carpet, I was so proud to be with you."

Kurt and Blaine lean back against the bar as they watch Rachel perform yet another song on the corner stage at the after-party. The crowd has tapered off and most of the remaining party-goers are the play's staff and family.

"That girl really can belt out a song. Her rendition of 'People' on stage tonight brought tears to my eyes."

"Same here, and that's after hearing the song at least a thousand times over the past few months. I'm really happy for her. The first reviews on-line are fantastic. It looks like Funny Girl is going to be in town for a very long time."

Blaine is yawning and having problems keeping his eyes open. He hopes Kurt doesn't notice and think that he's too old to keep up with him.

"Blaine, its 2am. You should get going. I'm going to stay until Rach wants to go home."

"That's all right, Kurt. I don't mind hanging out with you."

"No, go! I insist, Blaine. You can barely keep awake. Besides, I should really pay more attention to tonight's bright star."

"Well, okay. I do feel really tired. Do you want me to send Bentley back to give you and Rachel a lift home?"

"God, no. Let Bentley get some sleep too."

"Promise me you'll text as soon as you get home so that I know you're back safely? And call me if you get stuck anywhere."

Kurt gives Blaine a lingering kiss on the cheek before he moves towards Rachel. Blaine touches his cheek gently and can still feel those soft lips on his face. He wishes he had been brave enough to move his face so that their lips met.

Blaine wakes up the next morning and checks the time on his cell phone – 11am. He notices that he has three new messages on his phone, so he quickly swipes the screen to read them.

4:00 am Got home safely B and got Rach into bed thankfully. K x

4:20 am Good grief! Rach's singing 'I'm the Greatest Star' in her sleep. K xx

4:25 am Thanx for coming tonight. It meant a lot to me. K xxx

Blaine puts his cell phone over his heart and burrows further into his pillows. He's got a warm glowing feeling inside about one Kurt Hummel. Once they were at the Funny Girl after-party, Kurt went out of his way to take care of Blaine. Making sure his champagne flute was always topped up, introducing him to various cast members, including him in conversations… giving him soft touches and smiles, as if to remind him that he was special. He looks at his phone and replies to Kurt.

Thanx for inviting me. Loved every minute. Wanna meet up for a coffee later today? B x

Blaine throws on a pair of sweatpants and his old ratty Dalton T-shirt when he smells the coffee brewing in the kitchen. His phone vibrates and he quickly looks at the new incoming message.

I could drink a whole vat of coffee today. Meet me at Little Skips Coffee Shop at 2pm? It's just around the corner from me. K x

Blaine smiles at the reply, particularly the kiss at the end, and is happy that he gets to see Kurt so soon again.

Sure. The first vat is on me. B x

When Blaine enters the penthouse's main room, Sam is sitting at the dining table, reading the latest KrianFeels update to his favorite Breakout fic. Sam's mumbling to himself "OMG… This is the hottest thing ever… What!... How did he get hard again so fast?... No way! He licked where?... Oh man, and they managed to do all that in the back of a Prius?"

"Hush! Keep your voice down, Sam. You don't want Amy to know that you're reading gay smut!"

"Blainers, you finally woke up. Don't worry about Amy – she's off food shopping and running errands. So, how was last night? Did you and Kurt figure out yet that you're both into each other? Or are you two still playing that frustrating game of flirting and not seeing what's in front of your faces?"

Blaine sighs as he pours himself a cup of coffee and joins Sam at the table.

"You're ridiculous, Sam. Kurt is so not into me. And he doesn't flirt with me! Sometimes he teases me, but that's just the way he is… so effortlessly snarky and sexy. I'm like a total dork around him. I just don't know if he wants to take our relationship to the next level, because Kurt rebuffs my subtle hints."

"You need to get your flirt on, man."

"What do you mean, Sam?"

"Ya know, compliment him and give him bedroom eyes and shit like that."

"But I already do that! It goes down like a led balloon."

"Let the master teach ya then. I've never tried out my signature lines and moves on dudes before, but I'm sure that they'll work. So if I see a girl across the bar and I'm like, interested, this is what I do…"

Sam has Blaine practice lines and adjusts his body this way and that, to show that he's available for more. Soon they are both lying on the floor in fits of laughter. Sam tickles Blaine's tummy until he cries out 'Uncle'.

"Go get ready, Blainers. Let me see what you're gonna wear."

Thirty minutes later Blaine enters Sam's bedroom, wearing crisply ironed smart jeans and a polo shirt. He holds out three bow ties and asks, "Sam, which one do you think I should wear?"

"Bro, you look like you're about to visit your aunt after church on Sunday."

"Bb…ut Kurt says he likes my bow ties… Says they make me look adorable."

"Maannn…. Haven't I taught you anything! You don't wanna look adorable. You wanna look sexy and available. Jeez… And you're supposed be the one that knows all about fashion. Now let's see what I've got in my closet."

Blaine looks in the mirror and feels self-conscious wearing Armani board shorts and a graphic T-shirt. But Sam's right – they do make him look casual and younger.

"You know what, it's… You're actually right. Thank you."

Blaine bursts out in laughter as he hears Oooh… oooh… oooh… oooh… I wanna sex you up playing from the speakers throughout the penthouse.

"C'mon Blaine. Come dance with me. We've gotta get you into the mood."

Blaine waits for Kurt outside the coffee shop, gently humming his new theme song. He's wearing a pair of black wayfarers that Sam has picked out ('Ya don't wanna wear those pink ones. They make you look like you're ready for a trip to the candy store'). He's really grateful for the sunglasses, because he doesn't want Kurt to see his reaction if things don't go according to plan.

"Well, aren't you a sight for these sore eyes."

"So I look okay?" Blaine meekly asks when he gives Kurt a quick hug.

"You're kidding me, right? You look like the cool hipster in every high school fantasy I've ever had. Now, let's get some caffeine stat. I hardly slept a wink last night."

"Just wait until you see me as Nightbird." Blaine waggles his eyebrows as he opens the door for Kurt to enter the coffee shop. He gives himself a mental high-five. He can do this… He can get his flirt on with Kurt.

They collect their orders of coffee and biscotti from the counter and as they head towards the seating area, Blaine leans in closer to Kurt. "By the way, you look cute today. And I mean like, dirty cute."

Kurt gives him a puzzled look. "Hardly, Blaine. Look at the bags under my eyes. Just when I had finally drifted to sleep last night, Rachel woke me up, squealing as she threw herself on my bed. She forced me to look at the Funny Girl reviews on the Internet. They are…"

Blaine hums and nods as Kurt relates the details of the reviews for Funny Girl. Still, he feels disappointed. Sam had convinced him that the tried and tested 'dirty cute' line would work. But he's not giving up hope. Kurt seems to like the outfit and his face turned beet red when he mentioned Nightbird.

"Vogue's bagged four tickets for the Tony Awards Ceremony. Two tickets are reserved for Anna Wintour and her plus one…. And I've got the other two tickets. Would you do me the honor of attending the Tony's with me, Kurt?"

"Of course I will, you fool. I wouldn't turn down a date at the Tony's for anything in the world."

"Vogue's hosting a party after the Tony's. It's the same day that the June Vogue issue is released, so it should be quite an event. Will you come to the after-party as well, Kurt?"

"Blaine, wild horses couldn't stop me from being there."

"I want you at the after-party because you're my friend, umm… but also because you're Vogue's top model. Err… so here's the thing, Kurt. Would you mind wearing the outfit you wore on the last day of the Hamilton photo shoot? It's just that Marc Jacobs said he would pay for the party if you come, wearing that outfit."

"Really? I'd be happy to wear the outfit. I owe Vogue a favor or two. But I have to ask, don't you want to take Sam to the Tony's?"

Blaine looks down, thinking about how he's going to reply. He really wants to be with Kurt at the Tony's and share that special experience with him. But he doesn't know how to say that without revealing his feelings for Kurt.

"Broadway really isn't Sam's thing. I want to take you because I know you'll enjoy it. And everyone will want to see Vogue's fresh face. Besides, Sam will join us at the after-party."

"Look Blaine, I've gotta go. My head is throbbing and I'm desperate for some sleep."

Just like Blaine had practiced with Sam, he bows his head, then glances up through his eyelashes, batting them for good measure, before replying, "Do you want to use me as a blanket?"

Kurt tips his head slightly to the side, narrows his eyes and gives Blaine a tight-lipped smile.

"Have you been talking to Chandler lately? Because you're starting to sound an awful lot like him. Chandler kept texting me during the photo shoot. It got to the point where I blocked his cell number. His texts were creeping me out."

Blaine mentally kicks himself. Of course he's coming across like Chandler. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean it like that. I must have spring fever or something else that clearly prevents my brain from thinking straight."

After a quick hug goodbye, Blaine watches Kurt walk down the street. Maybe he will have to resort to his Nightbird outfit after all.

Author's notes

Song that Sam plays in the penthouse - 'I Wanna Sex You Up' by Color me Badd

Thank you to Lilyandersteen, the most fabulous beta ever, although all mistakes are mine. Come visit me a Tumblr (HKVoyage) for the story artwork and my thoughts when writing this chapter.

Next up: Kurt's birthday