Hey guys! Look at me, updating so soon. Right, IMPORTANT QUESTION.
In the bit that I am planning to write next chapter, there is a sex scene. I was just wondering if you guys would prefer me to be vague and leave it out, or actually write the smut and change this to an M. I've never written smut before, so I can't say it'll be good, but I'll give it a go if you would want that. Please tell me! I will go with the majority, so sorry if it's not what you want, but if I do write it and you decide to skip it, everything will still make sense since they skip it in the movie. So please give me your answers!
Thank you for all the reviews of last chapter, I'm so glad you're enjoying. I hope you like this part, it was super fun to write.
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Kurt tried to force Blaine off his closet door, prying his fingers off only to have his hands removed and the door pulled further open.
"This is none of your business!" Kurt hissed, as Blaine finally overpowered him and the door swung open, revealing suit after suit stuffed into the small space, bags and hats dangling from the doors.
"Oh, good God." Blaine laughed disbelievingly. "What– you kept them all? You have a whole closet full, why?"
"I have a lot of friends and I like to keep them." Kurt tried to defend.
"Right." Blaine said amazedly. "Well that makes complete sense because they're– they're…" He fingered some frilly material behind Kurt. "They're beautiful."
"Some of them are not that bad." Kurt argued, slapping his hand away.
"Not that bad?" Blaine's eyes widened as he began to smile slightly. "I'd like to see one that's not that bad."
Kurt huffed, shaking his head. "Fine." He turned to his clothes. "Um, well, not that one," he pushed the frilly one away, scanning the contents of the closet. "This one!" He grabbed a deep green, very tight, shiny pants and shirt. "This one… is really…"
"Horrible?" Blaine interrupted, staring at the suit. "Horrible, that's the word you're looking for, right?" Kurt couldn't help but inwardly agree – it was rather awful – but needed to defend his precious closet against Mr crap-spinner. "What colour is this, vomit?"
"What– no, this is an olive green, it's very in. And I'm telling you, it looks great on."
"Uh, no." Blaine grabbed the suit from him. "And I'm telling you that this is an instrument of torture, inflicted on you by a bride who wants you to look ugly."
"No, Jenna picked it because it looks good on everybody." Kurt said, grabbing it back. Blaine took his voice recorder out again, pressing the button.
"Slightly delusional and will believe anything anyone tells him." He said into it. Kurt gaped, then grabbed his hand and spoke into it too.
"That is not true, and I'm going to show you that you are wrong." Kurt took the suit and marched off to the bathroom, slamming the door and stripping quickly, leaving Blaine outside. He heard the beeping of his camera as he buttoned the shirt, which seemed to be tighter and had less buttons than he remembered.
"See?" Kurt said as he opened the door again to face Blaine. "It is not that bad. The sleeves are actually very flatter–"
He was cut off by the beep and flash of Blaine's camera, and looked up, surprised, to see it pointing at him.
"Alright, you are totally right about the suit, it is not that bad, but come on," Blaine held the camera up to Kurt to give him a look. "The colour, really?"
"Well," Kurt said, frowning at the picture. "It's your flash, I think it's blowing it out weird, if it were just a normal– okay, it's not very good." Kurt admitted reluctantly. Blaine grinned.
"And you kind of look like a shiny merman." Blaine smiled, and Kurt laughed a little. "But you should be flattered, she didn't want her groom to stand next to a tall, handsome guy and have you actually looking decent."
Kurt looked up quickly to see a sincere look in Blaine's eyes, before blushing profusely and stuttering slightly. "Well, I– I think– well, it's really not the worst one." Suddenly, he got an idea. "If I had to choose one… ooh, I've got a good one."
Kurt hurried back to his closet and pulled out a suit with a waistcoat, pocket watch, and flowery cravat. "It's my favourite."
"Oh my God, what the hell is that?"
"Theme wedding!" Kurt beamed.
"What was the theme, humiliation?" Blaine asked, astonished, and Kurt smoothed his fingers over the jacket and opened the flowery umbrella.
"No, people do not have Gone With the Wind weddings." Blaine insisted.
"I have been to three." Kurt returned proudly. He remembered them all clearly, the girls falling over in their big puffy dresses, the cameraman telling them to say 'diddle-ee-dee'.
Blaine snapped a quick picture of him and waved a hand. "Alright, what else have you got? Show me some more."
And so Kurt went back to his closet, pulled out the next rainbow coloured suit, and twirled around his apartment, giggling, as Blaine snapped pictures and clapped. Blaine seemed entranced by Kurt's meticulously kept outfits, from the Sherwani to the cowboy outfit, complete with a hat which Blaine stole and insisted on wearing, particularly interested when Kurt emerged from the bathroom in a dress.
Spluttering on the drink Kurt had given him, Blaine stared as Kurt gave a twirl in an electric purple, very short dress, complete with tights stretched over long legs that Blaine could not seem to tear his eyes from.
"What– I mean what –" Blaine whispered hoarsely. Kurt smirked a little.
"Women wore suits, men wore dresses." He replied, turning back to the bathroom and adding a wiggle to his hips as he walked just to torment Blaine.
He was seemingly equally amused to find flippers and some Speedos in Kurt's closet, insisting he try them on as well, and snapping more then a few photos when he emerged, Kurt tugging them down nervously but giggling when Blaine pretended to faint.
And subsequently they went through every single one of Kurt's outfits in the closet, leaving him an hour and a half later in a green and black kilt, a white shirt and a black jacket and bow tie, an outfit which Kurt himself was actually quite fond of.
Kurt emerged from his kitchen with a refill for Blaine and a drink for himself to find him sitting on his couch, going through the photos on his camera.
"Twenty seven suits." Blaine said, shaking his head. "You've gotta be kidding me." Kurt sat down opposite him and propped his feet on the table, observing him quietly. "I don't get it. Alright, you do the thing; you have the suit, just throw it out! That's a huge closet. You live in New York, you can not be eating up space like that."
"Strange as it sounds, I've had some really good times in these outfits. Weird as that may be." Kurt shrugged, smiling a little.
"I don't believe you." Blaine said, but Kurt saw the laughter in his eyes.
"I don't care if someone wants me to wear a funny outfit. It's their day, not mine." Kurt said.
"God bless you."
"And if supporting them when they get married means snowshoeing to a mountaintop in the Alps, or…" Kurt nearly laughed at the amazed expression on Blaine's face. "Helping to caulk a fountain for some swans–"
"You actually did that?" Blaine asked incredulously.
"Oh, I'm a really, very, good… caulker." Kurt said seriously, raising an eyebrow. Blaine brought his voice recorder back up to his mouth.
"Likes caulk." He said, licking his lips. Kurt giggled. "Okay, but seriously, how much time do you spend doing this for other people? What about– what about you?" And he looked so genuinely concerned that Kurt couldn't help but feel his heart melt a little. "You don't have any needs?"
"No, I don't. I'm Jesus." Blaine laughed. "Someday, who knows when, but someday… it'll be my day." Kurt shrugged a shoulder, looking away wistfully. "And then, all those people will be there for me." He smiled a little. "That is if I ever–"
He was cut off by the flash and the beep of Blaine's camera again. Kurt looked at him quickly to see Blaine taking the camera down from pointing at him and smiling sheepishly. "Sorry."
Kurt paused for a moment, examining Blaine, then sighed. "You don't get it. It's fine, why would you."
He looked at Blaine to see him biting his lip, a somehow slightly melancholy look in his eyes. But when he looked again, it was gone, replaced by that cheeky half-smile again. Kurt convinced himself he must have just imagined it.
"Hey." Kurt said as Rachel opened the door, coming out in front of it. "I need your registry list."
"I thought you were going to wait downstairs?" Rachel said quickly. Kurt frowned as the sound of muffled, seemingly male singing reached his ears. Was there a guy in here?
"Rachel, what is that?" Rachel just shook her head, shrugging. "Matthew's in Telluride. Who's in here?"
"No one." Rachel said. "Let's go talk in the hall."
"Rachel," Kurt warned, pushing past her and bursting into her and Matthew's apartment.
"Kurt–" He came in to see Pedro with a vacuum cleaner, dancing around the living room and singing to Shakira. "He wanted a part time job!" Rachel said.
"He's– cleaning the apartment!" Kurt said, his eyes wide.
"Don't tell Matt." Rachel pleaded. "It's Pedro and my little secret, okay?"
Kurt just glared at her.
"Anderson!" Sue marched into Blaine's office, leaning on the desk. "That male bridesmaid story, what do you have so far?"
"Uh…" Blaine hesitated. "It's a little rough, I'm still working on it–"
"I want to see it." Sue ordered.
"But I'm not even–"
"Right now. Email it."
"It's not– I'm not finished with it! I'm not done!" Blaine called after her as she walked away. She merely kept walking, shouting at an assistant or two on the way.
Blaine sighed.
"Can you go away, please? I did not invite you."
"Well luckily Rachel did. See when I cover a wedding I have to see every aspect." Blaine explained as he followed Kurt through the shop as he scanned various items. "Your friend wants so many different things from so many different shops that she physically cannot register for them herself?"
"She's pushed for time, it's a short engagement." Kurt explained as he scanned some dishes.
"Good God, another one?" Blaine asked sceptically.
Kurt sighed. "To you it's just another casserole dish. To Rachel, it's the pot she's going to cook my mother's Christmas roast in."
"Oh, Rachel cooks?"
Kurt paused. "Alright, well, I'm going to cook it, but Rachel will be there. With… Matthew." He scanned a few more things. "And this isn't just another vahze–"
"Vase." Blaine interrupted.
"This is the vahze Rachel will get out when Matthew brings her flowers…" He sighed wistfully. "Just because he felt like it."
"I see." Blaine nodded. "And this…" He stroked a metal rooster on a shelf. "This is the rooster shaped umbrella holder that will hold all of Matthew's umbrellas."
"Fine. Be a jerk." Kurt said airily. "All I'm saying is that this isn't just stuff. These are the things that make up a life together."
"No." Blaine said defiantly, examining a golden, sparkling pig. "This is the kind of useless crap that the $7 billion a year wedding industry had convinced us all that we need or we won't be happy." He scanned the pig and patted it.
"You know what I think?" Kurt said to Blaine, irritated. "I think that your statistics and theories are all just a smoke screen."
"Oh really?" Blaine asked, sounding interested and following Kurt into another section. "For what?"
"Your little secret." Kurt said positively. "Whatever it is. You parents got divorced, you haven't found the right guy, you're afraid you never will…"
"Mhm." Blaine raised his eyebrows. "And I think you love weddings so much because you'd rather focus on other people's Kodak moments than make memories of you own." He countered.
Kurt glared at him angrily. "Oh, you know what, you're right, because weddings are the perfect place to forget about being single."
"You want a wedding." Blaine accused coolly, sitting himself down on a couch. "Not a marriage, a wedding."
Kurt's mouth fell open. "What is your problem? Did you have your own fancy wedding and you husband left you or something?"
"Bingo." Blaine said, still smiling tightly.
Kurt dropped his scanner. "What?"
"With my roommate from college, by the way, so I think you get an extra bingo for that."
Kurt felt his stomach twist uncomfortably, and met Blaine's eyes. Despite the smile on his face, they were dejected. "Oh, shit. Blaine, I– I'm so sorry." As if that would make it okay. "It was just a guess."
"It was a good one." Blaine said, the fake smile finally slipping off his face to be replaced by a slightly reminiscent one. "For someone who has so little insight on himself, you nailed me right on the head."
Kurt looked at him, biting his lip, seeing his big brown eyes so sad and wistful. "You wanna find the ugliest stuff in the store and register Rachel for it?" He offered.
Blaine laughed, at least, which made Kurt feel a little less of a jerk. Only a little, though.
Blaine held up his scanner. "Let's do it."
Blaine opened the door to Sue's office, smiling nervously.
"Wow." She said.
He sighed. "Alright, see I told you, I was not done with it–"
"No, no." She interrupted. "It's good. I meant wow, it's actually decent. I have to admit, I was shocked, it's smart… and biting… and actually entertaining as hell." She looked reasonably impressed, something which Blaine had never seen before.
"Thank you."
"You really nailed this guy." His smile dropped slightly. "We're running it. Sunday. Front page of the section." Blaine's eyes widened. "Um, here is where you jump up and down with gratitude."
"Oh, no, no, no, no, I just don't think it's perfect yet." Blaine said quickly. "I really want to get this right, I think we should just hold it a week."
'Wait," Sue said. "You've been begging me for months, and now you want me to hold it so you can move some commas around?"
"I don't know, know that I'm in it… he's more than just this perpetual groomsman." Blaine insisted. "I don't know, there's just… there's a lot more to him than that."
"Huh." Sue said, raising her eyebrows. "If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you'd developed a little crush."
Blaine huffed. "Alright, fine. I know I can make it better."
"It's fine the way it is."
"Will you just give me a week?" Blaine pleaded. "Just a week."
Sue looked up, exasperated. "Fine." She sighed. "Get out."
"Hey." Kurt greeted Matthew, who was sitting at a table at the boathouse in the sunshine, smiling that dreamy smile at Kurt.
"Hi." Matthew said, smiling. "Thanks for coming at such short notice."
"Oh, it's no problem." Kurt said, blushing a little "I'm happy to help, and I definitely have more experience eating than Rachel does, so you're in good hands."
Matthew laughed, as the chef came out holding the food.
"We have planned your wedding dinner to your exact specifications." He said, putting down the plates.
"Thank you." Matthew said.
"So…" Kurt began. "How're you feeling? You nervous?"
"Yes." Matthew chuckled. "But at the same time, no. I just know Rachel's going to make it so easy and laid-back. That's what I like about her, there's no bullshit. She's not afraid to be herself, you know?"
Kurt smiled tightly. God, if only you knew…
Could Kurt tell him? No, he couldn't… he couldn't do that… could he?
"Matthew, about Rachel." He said, his heart thudding. Was he really going to do this? "There's something you should know."
Matthew frowned. "What?" And he looked so concerned, so worried… he just couldn't do that.
"I'm just so happy you found what you were looking for." Kurt blurted, laughing awkwardly. Matthew visibly relaxed, smiling too. I'm a terrible person.
"So what's you favourite part about a wedding?" Matthew asked as they continued to eat. "The food, the flowers?"
"Oh, that's easy." Kurt replied, smiling genuinely. "You know when the music starts and the bride makes her big entrance, and everybody turns to look at her?" Matthew nodded. "That's when I look at the groom. His face says it all." Kurt looked away, into the lake. "You know, the pure love there. That's why I go."
"Okay." Matthew smiled. "So when you get married and make your big entrance, as I'm sure you will–"
"Oh yes."
"I have full permission to look at your groom?"
"Yes. Please do." Kurt laughed. "Make sure the poor sucker is still standing there."
"Are you kidding me?" Matthew grinned. "Any guy would be lucky to have you. And the way you attacked that tomatillo before? Who could resist that – very sexy."
Kurt burst into laughter, which Matthew soon joined. This is how it should be. But then Matthew was looking away to his right. "Anderson?"
Kurt spun quickly in his seat to see Blaine walking towards them, grinning easily. "Hey."
"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked through gritted teeth.
"You guys picking out the wedding meal?" Blaine asked, ignoring Kurt and rubbing his hands together. "Where's Rachel?"
"She's…" Kurt cleared his throat. "Getting her hair done." Blaine nodded slowly, frowning at him. "I'm just helping out. We're heading up to Rhinebeck to pick out some linens from the antique store."
"Yeah, we really should go, because Rach and I have dinner with my parents." Matthew said.
"Well, why don't I just go with you?" Blaine offered to Kurt.
"What? No!" Kurt tried to calm himself. "I mean, no, that's okay. I can get you back on time, I've got my dad's Volvo, that thing books."
"All right, look. I really don't mind. It's totally fine." Blaine said, his gaze fixed on Kurt. "I got a couple more questions to ask you anyway for the article. "
"Which I'd be happy to answer, by phone or e-mail." Kurt said quickly.
"Look, if you wouldn't mind, that would be a great help." Matthew said gratefully.
"I don't mind at all." Blaine said, smiling at Kurt. "I insist."
