You Were The Song

Of Sleepless Nights and States of Undress

The next morning, Kurt walked into the studio with puffy eyes. He hadn’t been able to sleep at all in the previous night. Whenever his eyes had drooped, his mind replayed Blaine's oh-so-sexy speech and the way his dark eyes smoldered with anger.

And of course, one thing led to another, Kurt had had some very, very inappropriate thoughts through the night, a few of which had involved thoughts of a very, very shirtless Blaine.

Kurt’s thoughts wandered again as half-naked Blaine came into his mind... mmm.

Kurt shook away the dirty images as he headed to what Chrystie had told him would be his office. He couldn’t afford to think like that, especially not about his boss.

Immediately, thoughts of a scandalous, surreptitious relationship crossed his mind.

Kurt shook his head again, ruefully. What had gotten into him? He normally wasn’t such a pervert. And towards Blaine, no less! Blaine, his ex-boyfriend. Ex, as in no longer his boyfriend. These thoughts were not appropriate for someone who is definitely not Blaine’s boyfriend.

He reached his office and chuckled somewhat sadly at his own thoughts. What would Rachel think when Kurt told her? Of course, she would blow everything out of proportion, saying that he was still in love with Blaine, and then would proceed to ramble about how Blaine probably reciprocated the feelings. But Kurt didn’t love Blaine. Not anymore, at least.

Or did he?

Kurt stumbled as the small voice entered his brain.

“Woah, are you okay?”

Having automatically flung out his arms in hopes of breaking his fall, Kurt froze.

Arms were around him. Very, very strong arms.

Kurt automatically closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of a familiar cologne.

Blaine’s cologne.

Blaine.

It was Blaine!

Kurt’s eyes shot open, and the same eyes that he had had such scandalous thoughts about last night peered back at him.

“Kurt?”

He winced. Gosh, he felt like an idiot, just sniffing Blaine like a freaking stalker. Well, Kurt couldn’t do anything about it now. He braced himself and put on a fake smile, grinning toothily.

“Oh, thanks for catching me, Blaine.” He disentangled himself from the muscular arms and awkwardly stepped back. “Um, what brings you here... so early... in the day?”

Blaine raised his eyebrows and glanced at the clock. “Early? It’s ten thirty. You should have been here two hours ago.”

Kurt’s eyes widened. “Oh... it... is ten thirty. I’m so sorry! I must have gotten up late.”

“It’s fine,” Blaine said, waving his hand in the air to dismiss Kurt’s frantic apology. “Now, shall we get to work?”

Kurt settled into his chair and watched as Blaine sat down across from him. “What do we have to work on? I mean, I know I’m supposed to do clothing and everything, but um... you know...?”

Luckily Blaine seemed to get what he was asking. “Why am I here? Oh, well, I kind of have to give you some input... For the concert, I mean. It’s because I have certain songs that... um... are a bit sad... and a darker colour scheme would be better, and would suit the mood more, and stuff...I guess.”

Kurt nodded understandingly. There was nothing he understood more than getting the right colours to go with a certain mood. “Alright, but Chrystie said the next concert isn’t for a week or so, so I’d like to get a few ideas on what we’re trying to work with. Um, we can work on something else though, I guess. The next photo shoot is tomorrow, right?”