You are all so sweet! Thank you. Finally some Kurt/Blaine action in this one… but then again not really.

Chapter 4

"Wait, what is that?" Kurt stopped halfway in the kitchen and eyed Blaine up and down.

"My clothes for work?" Blaine answered, unsure what the question meant. He had been fumbling with the coffee maker, trying out a new flavor before work, and making Kurt a cup as well.

"I'm sorry, but no."

"No?" Blaine looked down. These were the nicest clothes he owned. His sister had made them for his brother's wedding last year. He was especially fond of the suspenders.

"Come with me."

Blaine let out a surprised yelp when Kurt grabbed his hand and led him towards his bedroom. Kurt pushed him down to sit on the bed and walked over to his closet. Blaine swallowed and tried to shake the tingling feeling from his hand, trying desperately not to think too much about the fact that he was in Kurt's bedroom. Sweet, beautiful Kurt who had spend his entire Saturday and Sunday on teaching Blaine his way around the house. Saturday they had watched three musicals, since Blaine couldn't get enough after Mama Mia and Kurt had showed him how to order pizza, which was easily the greatest thing Blaine had ever tasted. Not even his mom's chicken corn soup could top it.

On Sunday Kurt had taken him to the shop and explained the basic stuff he needed to do, which didn't look all that difficult. Kurt had been right; Burt kept all his appointments in a planner, and answering a phone wasn't that hard, although it was weird when Kurt went outside and called him from his cell phone. They had talked a bit through the line, and Blaine couldn't help but notice how beautiful Kurt's voice was. Then Blaine had dialed Kurt's number three times, so he knew for certain how to do it, and they had talked some more. In the afternoon Kurt had offered to show him how to make lemonade, but Blaine had refused and said he knew how to make lemonade, so he ended up teaching Kurt his grandmother recipe for sweet raspberry lemonade. They had made several gallons that Blaine could take with him to work, since Kurt insisted it was heavenly and his father and the boys would adore it.

"Here, try this." Kurt gave him pants, a shirt and a vest. "I think we're the same size, I'll just have to shorten the pants a bit, but for today we'll just tuck the hem and pin it with a safety pin or two. I'll adjust them tonight."

Blaine looked between his own clothes and the clothes Kurt had handed him. They were easily the nicest clothes he had ever seen, but these were his sisters…

"Blaine, I know you probably like your own clothes."

"My sister made them for me."

Kurt bit his lip. "She did a lovely job, I promise, but those aren't clothes people usually wear around here. They're very typical for your community and people might treat you differently if they see you wearing those. You want to look like a neat gentleman today, so you fit in."

Blaine looked up and saw that Kurt had crouched down so he was on eyelevel and he jumped slightly when he felt Kurt's hand on his knee.

"I'm not saying you should throw them away. They're just not right for today."

Blaine nodded. He knew Kurt was right. He didn't want people to pity him and see him as that poor Amish boy Burt was helping. "Okay."

"Okay, I'll go and finish our coffee while you get changed."

Blaine was fumbling with the hem of the vest when he entered the kitchen a little later. He wasn't so sure he and Kurt were the same size, because everything seemed very tight, especially the pants. He wasn't used to certain parts being so- restricted.

"Oh!" Kurt smiled brightly when he noticed Blaine and he came closer. "Look at you, very handsome."

"You think so?" Blaine asked. "It doesn't fit very well, I think."

"It fits perfectly!" Kurt argued. "The pants are a little tight around the butt, so maybe you need a size bigger, but it's not vulgar."

Blaine could swear he could hear Kurt mumble something that sounded a lot like 'hot', but he wasn't sure.

"Just go stand on the chair and I'll shorten the legs a little."

Blaine did as he was instructed and looked down at Kurt, who was staring at his legs intently. He didn't know why, but seeing Kurt like this made his insides clench together pleasantly, reminding him once again of the tightness of the pants he was currently wearing. He had already decided on Friday his roommate was incredibly hot, and very attractive, but the fact that he was also generous and sweet made Blaine fall harder then he wanted. He didn't want to fall for the first gay man he met outside his community, but he couldn't help himself. Kurt was so… Kurt. It was amazing.

"All done. I'll sew them tonight and we can get some new clothes for you next weekend, Dad said he'd pay you once a week for the first month so you can get started."

Blaine jumped off the chair and tried to ignore his raging hormones when Kurt suddenly was weaving his fingers through Blaine's hair. "But… uhm, the rent," he stuttered. Kurt was standing almost flush against him.

"Don't worry about that; first month's on me. Can I do something with your hair?"

Blaine could only nod.

"Okay," Kurt jumped back suddenly and ran to the bathroom. "Don't move." He was back before Blaine could blink and his hands were back in Blaine's mass of curls. He wasn't sure what Kurt was trying to do; they were untamable. He had tried to plaster them to his head last year with fat, but even that only worked for a couple of hours before the curls sprang free again.

"Perfect." Kurt breathed, and for a moment Blaine wished he was talking about him. "Go look in the mirror, Handsome."

Blaine flushed and walked over to the bathroom. He looked at himself at the mirror in awe, touching his hair to make sure it was him who he saw in the reflection. "You… I… my curls."

"Do you like it?" Kurt showed up behind him with a bright smile.

Blaine nodded, still staring. He barely recognized himself, and he was pretty sure his parents wouldn't recognize him if they passed him in the street, which made him somewhat sad. He didn't hate his parents, or their way of life. He loved them, and he loved living on their own farm, but this… This was a whole new side of him, a side that he had to hide for years. "I wish Rebecca could see this. She's the best dressmaker of our town."

"Your sister?"

"Yes. She loves clothes. She's the one that made mine." It was the first time he really mentioned one of his siblings to Kurt.

"I could see she did a great job, although they were a little loose for my taste, but the sewing was great."

"That's how all our clothes are. It's easier to work on the land in loose clothes." He paused for a moment. "I—I asked her to fit my clothes for my brother's wedding a bit more, and she looked like I had three heads." He laughed fondly at the memory. "Clothes shouldn't show off your body."

"Well, in my opinion it's a shame to hide that body," said Kurt in a soft voice.

Blaine blushed and ducked his head. Kurt was just being nice, but it was affecting him more than it should. "I have to catch the bus."

Kurt nodded.

They had looked up the bus schedule yesterday, and a bus stopped just around the corner of Kurt's apartment and almost in front of Burt's shop.

"I wish I could drop you of, but Mondays are my long days. Early mornings and late evenings."

"It's okay. I like the bus."

Kurt frowned. "I always hated it."

"Well, it's big step forward from horse-carriages."

"I guess, although those are romantic."

"Really?" Blaine looked surprised. He had never imagined a carriage ride as romantic.

Kurt flushed and mumbled. "Well, you know, it's cliché, but I like the idea. At night under the stars with that special someone, sharing sweet kisses."

Blaine could almost see it. He and Kurt, whispering soft nothings to each other, holding hands, sharing short kisses. He guessed it could be romantic, with the right person. He shook himself out of it again. "So far I've only ridden the carriage with my father or my brothers, so there's nothing romantic to that."

Kurt laughed. "No, I guess not."

"I really should get going."

Kurt nodded. "I'll have to turn my phone of during class, but I'll check it for messages between classes. So call me if there's anything, okay? And feel free to use whatever you want when you get home tonight. I won't be home until seven, so I usually order in on Mondays. My menus are in the top-drawer next to the sink, so feel free to pick something you want to try. You remember how the TV and blu-ray works?"

Blaine laughed and nodded. Kurt had explained it every time he had put in a movie, and wrote it down in a small note book that he had started for Blaine. It was full with instructions and tips to help him around the house. "I think I can manage, Mom."

Kurt shook his head fondly. "Okay, but promise me to call if you're panicking or don't know how to use something."

"I promise, Kurt," Blaine answered sincerely, forever grateful to have walked into Burt and have this wonderful man into his life. It was in that moment Blaine decided he would do anything to keep Kurt, even if they would be nothing but roommates for the rest of their lives. Kurt was too amazing to lose over a silly crush.

Thanks for reading. Next update will probably be on Friday.

Love- Joyce