Because fluff and Klaine are all you need. Also just realised I made a reference to Darren's episode of Potion Master's Corner in this – whoops. Thanks for the reviews!
2. measuring
Kurt Hummel is not the type of person to waste time. In fact, if anything, Kurt will currently sell all his overly high priced items of clothing in his wardrobe if it meant he will have more hours in his day. It's only been a week since the proposal from Blaine which was all things cute and perfect: but a week is a short time, and more weeks will come and pass quickly, and Kurt will proceed to freak out about everything little detail about his wedding. He figures that the best thing to do is sort of the attire first – after all, that's usually what women do – and that way accessories and shoes will fall into place like magic.
So Kurt wakes up in a rush that morning, his eyes frantic and his mind a mess, while Blaine lies there, confused, waking up after the sudden movement by his side, his hand rubbing his tired eyes. "Blaine, get up, we have to meet the tailor at a specific time, and not at your leisure," he says to his fiancé (and Kurt internally, and kind of externally, squeals at the thought of calling him, Blaine, his fiancé) in a quick voice. He needs both of them out of the apartment by nine so they can make the appointment with the tailor that Kurt had arranged a few days before. He's known as the best in the city, and Kurt wants nothing but the best, the extravagant, the amazing, for his wedding. Which was why he needed to get Blaine off his ass and out the door, seeing as so much effort went into the suits alone. "We need to leave soon, honey, please get up," he says in a more calming tone, hoping that Blaine will respond to a sweeter voice and get out of bed.
"Mm, Kurt," Blaine mutters, rolling over on his side to face the other male. "I love you, but fuck off. We have months before the wedding – we don't even have a date set."
Kurt rolls his eyes before he speaks. "May 24th, excuse your language this early in the morning, Blaine Anderson."
The curly haired boy laughs, his eyes sparkling as he looks up at Kurt. "That's plenty of time. Come back to bed, sleep, then sleep with me. It'll be fun."
"Blaine, I want my day to be perfect."
"Our day," Blaine corrects, sitting up slightly.
"Yes, whatever makes you feel better, sweetheart," Kurt mutters. "So can you please, you know, get some clothes on and move?"
"Why are you so concerned? We have months, Kurt, Jesus, relax."
"I am relaxed-"
"Then come back to bed," Blaine interrupts.
"We have things to do," Kurt insists.
"You're obsessed," the other boy smiles, "and you're going to become a Groomzilla if you don't stop and breathe."
"Wow, Groomzilla, Blaine, please tell jokes on my wedding night," Kurt says, sarcasm dripping from his voice while he gives an eye roll.
"Our."
Blushing, Kurt shakes his head. "Sorry, I just… I need this to be special, Blaine. I want everything to go like it's supposed to otherwise I'll break down and cry down the aisle."
His lover simply laughs at this though, "Kurt, babe. It's gonna be perfect because it's us getting married, okay? It could be anywhere; it could be here for all I care. I just wanna marry you."
Kurt raises an eyebrow. "You'd marry me in our bedroom?"
"Some of our best memories were made here," Blaine says cockily, a sly smirk – which always sends Kurt to the stars, over the moon and back again – appearing upon his lips.
Blushing furiously, Kurt sits down on the bed beside Blaine. "Vulgar comments will get you nowhere, Blaine," he frowns jokingly before looking at his future husband. "Do you really… not care? I mean, I'm not too bothered with where and how we get married. I want it to be about us, Blaine, but I don't want people thinking ten years from now about how… mediocre our day was. I want it to be perfect, Blaine. I want to be perfect for you."
"Kuuuurt," Blaine groans, "you are perfect. A million different shades of perfect. Don't worry about everything so much, honey: it'll work out. Trust me, when we get married, it's gonna be flawless and magical and we'll never, ever forget it. People will come to see us be in love, Kurt, not the food we'll be serving. We'll have everything we could have enter wanted, no matter where it is, not matter whose there, and it especially doesn't matter if my pants are three inches too short – meaning that tailor can fuck off with his meeting. I love you, okay? Now come back to bad before I fucking drag you in here by the hair," he smiles. "Actually that sounds kinda hot, come here…"
"Blaine!" Kurt squeals, trying to dodge Blaine's hands that are flying to his hair, however he becomes caught in Blaine's arms in a warm, tight embrace, and is brought down quickly back to the soft comfort of the mattress, and more importantly – back Blaine's presence. And it's perfect, really, because a little reassurance is all Kurt needs, and Blaine's always there to offer it unconditionally.
Kurt considers calling the tailor and telling him that the pair won't be coming, but Blaine's lip are much more entertaining.
