Kurt wandered through the kitchen of the Anderson's holiday home and started checking items off his list. He walked to the huge fridge and opened the double doors, looking to make sure that the beer, soda, bottled water and wine coolers were on one side, and an assortment of dips, antipasto plates and chocolates on the other side. Kurt crossed them off his checklist and closed the fridge doors. Kurt walked over to the island bench in the middle of the kitchen and placed his clip board down on the black marble counter top. He started to write down all the other things he still had to do before the guests arrived; Kurt surveyed the kitchen and noted that there were dishes drying next to the sink. He sighed and quickly walked over to them before racing around the kitchen putting them in to their respective places.
Kurt looked up at the clock and noticed that he only had an hour and a half before all the guest would arrive. Jeff, Nick, Wes, David and their girlfriends Sophie and Charlotte were all coming from Dalton which was 4 hours away from the Anderson's holiday home. All of The New Directions were coming as well; from what he heard, everyone from The New Directions seemed to be extremely excited to see Blaine's holiday house. Mostly because they were told it had two stories, with a tennis court, three pools, a hot tub, a projector room with a popcorn maker, 12 bedrooms, and had multiple flat screens around the house. Kurt looked up to see Blaine mosey his way into the kitchen, still wearing his pajamas; yawning, walking to the fridge and getting out a can of soda while scratching his head. Kurt crossed his arms and scowled at Blaine.
"Kurt, where are those biscuit things you made yesterday?" Blaine asked as he continued to search in the fridge, Kurt laughed but it seemed to turn into a scoff as he stared at Blaine.
"You're joking right?" Kurt asked seriously. Blaine looked at him for a few seconds with a confused expression before he turned back to the fridge, and grabbed a rectangle Tupperware container, taking the lid off in the process. Blaine closed the fridge and walked to the island bench before putting the Tupperware container down.
"Cookie?" Blaine offered as he held one out to Kurt, Kurt frowned and threw his hands in the air.
"Blaine!" Kurt shouted; Kurt smirked a little when he saw Blaine jump.
"What did I do this time? And why are you yelling at me?" Blaine asked in a confused tone, Kurt rolled his eyes and leant back against the black marble counter top. Blaine glanced down at the countertop and looked at the clip board, picking up the pen and beginning to write something down on it.
"Leave that alone." Kurt scolded; Blaine frowned and dropped the pen.
"Fine, but why are you yelling at me? I haven't done anything wrong yet." Blaine said.
"You haven't done anything at all! That's why I'm yelling. Everyone is going to be here soon and you aren't even ready." Kurt barked, Blaine tilted his head to the side slightly and looked Kurt up and down.
"Neither are you though. I mean like you look really nice, but I can tell that you aren't ready." Blaine said as he placed a cookie on the counter, putting the lid back on the Tupperware container before putting it back in the fridge.
"Thank you Blaine. I realize that I'm not ready, but at least I'm not still in my pajamas. It's 5:30 in the afternoon and you haven't been bothered to change all day. The only reason I'm not ready is because I've been rushing around, making sure everything is perfect before everyone turns up. So can you please just go have a shower and get ready?" Kurt pleaded; Blaine smiled and walked towards Kurt.
"Kurt," Blaine began as he rested his hands on Kurt's hips, Kurt looked at Blaine with a slightly annoyed frown "the house is fine, so stop stressing out. No one will care if the throw pillows aren't strategically placed on the couch or if the flowers on the dining table are a centimeter off the middle of the table. The only thing you need to worry about is yourself."
He pulled Kurt towards himself and stopped leaning against the counter. Kurt sighed but he still hadn't uncrossed his arms.
"I need to worry about you apparently. Look at you, your hair is curly and sporadic; you're in just a cotton shirt and boxers, wearing white socks that are going to be ruined if you keep wearing them without shoes. I know you don't need as long to get ready as I do, but could you please make an effort to look nice for me?" Kurt asked softly as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders.
"For you I will do anything." Blaine said as he kissed Kurt chastely on the lips.
"But I am not wearing those high Doc Martin boots that you wanted me to wear." Blaine said, Kurt just rolled his eyes but smiled.
"Fine, now go shower I have to go put the finishing touches on the dining room." Kurt said as he pulled himself away from Blaine.
"What have you done to the dining room?" Blaine asked quizzically.
"Never you mind, it's going to be a surprise." Kurt said with a devious smile and started to walk away from Blaine. He quickly grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him back into a hug.
"What are you-?" Kurt tried to ask before Blaine's lips came crashing down into his.
"More kissing." Blaine mumbled into Kurt's mouth. Kurt groaned angrily and pulled himself away from Blaine.
"Blaine, I swear to god if you don't go and have a shower now you will be sleeping by yourself tonight!" Kurt exclaimed, Blaine's smile fell suddenly before a smug look crossed his face.
"Only…" Blaine said as he started to play with the button on Kurt's shirt, "if you join me."
"No I am not going to shower with you. I have more pressing issues to attend to." Kurt stated firmly, which didn't deter Blaine from unbuttoning Kurt's top button.
"Come on, you know you want to." Blaine whispered seductively into, Kurt sighed and batted Blaine's hand off his chest and buttoned up his shirt again.
"Go shower now. Alone." Kurt said emphatically and pushed Blaine towards the door and down the hallway. Blaine mumbled something incoherent and walked towards the bathroom. Kurt smiled proudly to himself before picking up his clip board again and read over his list.
Get enough drinks for everyone (check).
Have food prepared (check).
Get ready and look absolutely fabulous (almost).
Finish turning the dining room into a night club, finished with a strobe light, loud music and plush couches (half done).
Kurt looked down to see something not written in his hand writing.
Love Blaine (check) 3.
Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled goofily to himself, so that's what Blaine had been writing down before. Kurt heard Blaine singing and assumed he was finally in the shower.
"Ok, all I've got to do is finish the dining room." Kurt said to himself before walking back into the dining room.
Kurt spent half an hour putting the finishing touches on the room, hanging a disco ball from the ceiling, rearranging the furniture countless times before finally settling on a place that was even remotely close to Kurt's standards. He walked out of the dining room, closing the doors behind him before walking back into the kitchen. He walked over to his clipboard and crossed it off the list.
Kurt was just about to head up stairs and get himself ready when his phone rang. Kurt looked down at the caller ID and saw it was Mercedes; Kurt smiled down at his phone and sat on top of the counter before answering his phone.
"Hey girl, excited for the party?" Kurt asked jubilantly, there was a muffled noise and a few mumbled swears.
"Give me the phone!" Rachel protested.
"No, it's my phone!" Mercedes retorted.
"I want to talk to the dolphin." Brittany said petulantly.
"No." Quinn snapped.
"Or you could put me on speaker." Kurt offered, he heard a combined agreement and was greeted by the sound of the girls chorusing hello. Kurt laughed to himself and said his hello'.
"Kurt, we have a problem." Rachel said a-matter-of-factly.
"Can it man hands; you do not get to take over this phone call." Santana snapped.
"Nobody died and made you queen, Santana. You aren't in charge either." Mercedes told her.
"Fine then, Aretha; it's not like you are either." Santana retorted.
"Oh hell to the no, you did not just call me Aretha. I will cut you." Mercedes said hotly, which resulted into a heated screaming match with all the girls. Kurt sighed and looked up at the digital clock hanging above the oven; he had only 45 minutes left before everyone would be.
"Girls, why exactly are you calling, I am trying to get ready" Kurt said calmly; the girls started trying to speaking over each other. Kurt groaned and ran a hand through his hair.
"One at a time!" Kurt yelled, he heard a quiet chuckle behind him and a crunching of plastic, but when he looked up he saw nothing. Kurt shook his head and waited for the girls to calm down.
"Fine, I'll say it" Rachel started.
"Of course the dwarf will." Santana muttered
"Shut up Latina Lopez." Rachel quipped, impressed noises sounded through the car before silence.
"Kurt we're lost; well we think we are. We are surrounded by trees and there are no towns or houses anywhere." Rachel explained their predicament.
"You are still on the road, aren't you?" Kurt asked quizzically.
"Yes, Kurt." Rachel said viciously.
"I gave you the simplest directions, how could you not follow them?" Kurt asked curiously.
"Because Brittany got bored and started drawing cats on the piece of paper." Quinn said exasperatedly.
"Calm down stretch marks, we will get there eventually." Santana said pointedly.
"Wait is there guys in front of you? They might know where to go, you could follow them." Kurt offered.
"Well the guys are behind us and some jack ass is trying to overtake us. He is going well over the speed limit." Mercedes noted; Kurt could hear a distant horn in the background which sounded oddly familiar.
"What kind of car is it?" Kurt asked curiously.
"Does it matter?" Rachel snapped.
"I'm trying to help Rachel" Kurt snapped back.
"Regardless of man hands; it's a dark blue Hummer, and a Lotus Esprit is following them while they are over taking us." Santana said.
"How do you know what a Lotus Esprit is?" Kurt asked quizzically.
"I can speak car Kurt, how do you think I used to woo all the guys on the football team?" Santana asked.
"Of course; any way, did you see the people in the car?" Kurt asked as he pushed himself off the countertop.
"Yeah a guy with blonde hair was driving the Lotus but I couldn't see into the Hummer." Mercedes said.
"I think the blonde guy would be Jeff, follow them they know how to get here. I have to finish getting ready." Kurt said.
"The glorious Kurt Hummel isn't ready yet?" Brittany asked sweetly.
"I will be soon honey; I have to go in order to be ready in time though." Kurt explained.
"He's probably going to get it on with Blaine before everyone arrives." Santana whispered.
"No Santana get your mind out of the gutter. I'm going now, I'll see you all soon" Kurt said as he walked back over to his clipboard. The girls all screamed a goodbye before clicking the end button.
Kurt put his phone back in his pocket and read over the notes on the clip board one last time. He walked over to the boxes sitting on the table and looked through them. Kurt counted the bags of candy, pretzels and chips. He was one bag short; but he knew it was there before. He had counted it 5 times before. He huffed and slammed his clipboard down; he proceeded to pinch the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. He just wanted everything to be perfect.
Kurt heard Blaine laughing distantly in another room. He huffed and stormed out of the room. 'He better be ready' Kurt stated in his head as he strode down the lavish hallway. Kurt turned into one of the lounge rooms to find Blaine lying on the couch watching cartoons, in his pajamas. Kurt growled and walked up behind the couch.
"Blaine!" Kurt screeched, Blaine looked up startled and put an innocent look on his face.
"Yes?" Blaine asked with an angelic smile, Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.
"I asked you to do one thing, one simple thing." Kurt muttered trying to calm himself down.
"I did, I showered just for you." Blaine answered; Kurt growled and looked down at Blaine fiercely.
"I said get ready and you are in your pajamas. If this was a pajama party then you would be fine. But it isn't a pajama, party is it?" Kurt stated quietly, anger slowly taking over him.
"Calm before the storm." Blaine coughed.
"I am about loose it, Blaine, and you don't want to be on the other end of it. I can tell you that now," Kurt said as he pinched the bridge of his nose again.
"You ok?" Blaine asked curiously, Kurt suppressed a growl.
"Go. Get. Changed!" Kurt said slowly, Blaine sighed and pushed himself up from the couch. He leant down and grabbed something off the ground before walking towards the door. Kurt started to massage his temples and looked at Blaine's hand.
"Please don't tell me that you took those from the kitchen." Kurt groaned.
"No..." Blaine said as he looked away from Kurt.
"Blaine Michael Anderson-."
"Uh oh, you used my full name." Blaine said archly.
"I will over look the fact that you stole the chips without permission if you go get changed now, help me set up bowls of food and be a good host when people arrive." Kurt said in a bit of a calmer tone.
"But I don't want to wear my party clothes, they are itchy." Blaine said petulantly, Kurt looked up with a fierce glare.
"How old are you 5?" Kurt snapped; he looked up on the wall to see a clock. Kurt groaned and pushed past Blaine.
"Look I don't have time for this, I have to get ready and so do you." Kurt said as he started to walk up the stairs, Kurt heard Blaine following him up the stairs.
"Kurt," Blaine called as he trudged up behind Kurt.
"Go away." Kurt said exasperatedly as he walked in to one of the guest rooms. Blaine didn't say anything but walked off to his bedroom.
Kurt walked over to his suitcase and unzipped it; the lid sprang back and revealed all of his clothes. He scolded himself for bringing so many different options. He was only staying at Blaine's family's holiday house for the bed and pursed his lips in thought; he pouted and moved on to the next option. He laid out a pair of red flared jeans and decided that nothing would ever go with those. Kurt groaned and tipped the entire contents of the suitcase onto the bed, which was a really stupid thing to do since his freshly dry cleaned button up shirt started to crinkle. Kurt ran a hand down his face and took a deep breath. He slowly started to fold his clothes back up and place them back in his suitcase when he heard a timid knock at his door. Kurt didn't look up, just continuing to fold his clothes.
"I got dressed." Blaine said, looking for approval.
"Would you like a medal?" Kurt asked sarcastically as he hastily threw a bow tie into his bag. Blaine walked over towards Kurt and took his hand in his.
"Kurt," Blaine said cautiously, Kurt stopped folding his clothes and looked up at Blaine, "I'm sorry."
"You should be, look at what you're wearing. Are you going to play tennis or something?" Kurt asked as he looked at Blaine. He was wearing white vans, white slacks, and a red polo shirt with a white knitted sweater around his shoulders knotted at the front.
"I had to wear something that would get your attention but don't worry I have something else planned to wear." Blaine reassured him.
"Good you scared me when I saw you wearing that." Kurt said a little disgusted at Blaine's attire. Blaine just smiled and took the scarf out of Kurt's other hand and placed it back in the suitcase. Blaine took Kurt's other hand and looked deeply into his eyes.
"I'm sorry about before, I know you worked really hard at organizing everything for the party. I guess I could have helped out a bit more than I did but I would have only got in the way. You're so much better at all of this then I am." Blaine said earnestly, Kurt's countenance softened and he smiled at Blaine.
"I know, just it would have been nice if you listened to me when I asked you to get ready." Kurt said calmly as he let go of Blaine's hands and wrapped them around his waist; Blaine hugged Kurt to him and smiled.
"I know, but the cartoons were funny and my pajamas were comfy so I decided to wear them again." Blaine told, Kurt rolled his eyes and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"I'm dating a child." Kurt muttered, Blaine chuckled in return and kissed Kurt's temple.
"A very adorable child though," Blaine said proudly, Kurt sighed and let go of Blaine.
"Look I don't have time for shameless flirting; can you help me choose an outfit?" Kurt asked hopefully.
"Sure," Blaine said with a genuine smile, Kurt turned back to his clothes on the bed and started to sort through them.
"So what should I wear?" Kurt asked eagerly as he started searching through his vast array of clothing that was sprawled out on the bed. Blaine stood next to Kurt and help Kurt sort through his clothes.
"Hey Kurt, why are all your clothes in here when you are staying in my room?" Blaine asked curiously, Blaine held up and orange and red plaid shirt showing it to Kurt. Kurt shook his head and continued to search.
"I don't really know, I guess I trust my clothes in here without you." Kurt replied archly, Blaine made an annoyed face at Kurt.
"I'm not that clumsy, just because I manage to spill salsa all over the couch pillow doesn't mean I'm clumsy." Blaine protested, Kurt looked at Blaine with an alarmed expression.
"You spilt salsa on the couch pillow!" Kurt shouted; Blaine suddenly found his one of Kurt's bow ties on the bed very interesting, "Blaine."
"I cleaned it up and turned over the cushion so you can't even see the stain." Blaine assured quickly, Kurt just sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Let's just look for an outfit I can wear." Kurt said exasperatedly, Blaine didn't say anything and looked through the clothes.
After a few minutes of deciding what would go with what, Kurt finally decided on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white button up shirt, a black pin striped vest and his stylish leather ankle boots. Kurt quickly changed into his clothes and went to the en-suite bathroom; Blaine had gone back to his room to go put on his clothes for the party.
Kurt was now fussing with his hair, trying to get it to the perfect hair quiff he could. Which was starting to become impossible since his hair wasn't cooperating. Kurt used numerous sprays of his hairspray, trying to capture all of the fly aways. After another ten minutes of continuing to fix his hair he was finally happy with it. Kurt put down his can of hairspray and heard a crash from outside the room.
"I'm fine!" Blaine shouted in a pained voice, Kurt rolled his eyes and tried to fight his smile. Kurt walked out of the bathroom and saw Blaine sitting on the bed rubbing his shin.
"You ok?" Kurt asked curiously as he sat down next to Blaine and gently rubbed his back.
"Yeah I'm fine, just kind of tripped up the stairs and hit my shin." Blaine said sheepishly as he started to blush brightly. Kurt laughed quietly hugged Blaine to his chest, Kurt looked down and smiled.
"You changed," Kurt mused.
"I did, does it get your approval?" Blaine asked as he sat up straight and smiled at Kurt. Kurt looked Blaine up and down and nodded. Blaine was wearing a red polo shirt, a black leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark grey skinny jeans, black converses and a thin black tie.
"It does, you look very handsome; I like that you didn't plaster your hair to your head." Kurt said as he light ran a hand through Blaine's hair. Blaine reached up to Kurt's hair but Kurt smacked his hand away.
"Maybe if I hadn't spent 15 minutes on my hair I would let you, but no." Kurt said casually; Blaine just smiled.
"That's okay; there are many other places my hands could be." Blaine said as he wrapped his hands tightly around Kurt's waist. Kurt grinned and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck.
"Just don't mess up my hair." Kurt said before kissing Blaine gently on the lips, Blaine chuckled quietly against Kurt's lips before kissing him back. Blaine deepened the kiss and pulled Kurt closer to him; Kurt smiled against Blaine's lips and placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders before leaning out of the kiss.
"Ok before you get to carried away we have to go down stairs and finish setting up, so come on." Kurt said as he stood up from the bed, Kurt held out his hand and waited for Blaine to take his hand. Blaine smiled up at Kurt and took his hand.
"What do you think I was doing while you were styling your hair? Everything is set up, drinks are in the fridge, bowls of snacks are placed around the lounge room and the iPod dock is set up." Blaine explained; Kurt quirked an eyebrow.
"Really?" Kurt asked quizzically, Blaine just nodded.
"Yes the house looks perfect; you look perfect, and no one has arrived yet. So we have a few minutes to spare." Blaine said as he placed his hands on either side of Kurt's hips and pulled him closer. Kurt smiled and put his hands back around Blaine's neck.
"Whatever will we do with all that time?" Kurt asked impishly as he straddled Blaine's lap. Blaine grinned deviously and leaned forward to kiss Kurt. Kurt cupped Blaine's face in both of his hands and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Blaine kissed him back and deepened the kiss.
There was a chorus of car horns and screaming from outside, Kurt and Blaine broke apart and Kurt jumped off Blaine's lap.
"People are here!" Kurt shouted excitedly and ran out of the room leaving Blaine sitting very confused on the bed. Now the party could begin.