Question 17: What is your most treasured memory?
"Ku-urt!"
Kurt looked up from his laptop to see his boyfriend moaning his name and throwing himself face first on Kurt's bed. Blaine looked cute even in this flustered manner.
"What's wrong, Blee?"
"I need a make-over."
It peaked Kurt's interest. Between amused and outraged, he got up from his desk and laid by Blaine's side:
"Are you insinuating my boyfriend, my boyfriend, doesn't dress well?"
Blaine chuckled and pecked their lips together:
"And are you saying that I'm giving my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel, the opportunity to have total control over my wardrobe and having me as a model and he's saying no?"
Kurt pondered for a second and answered with a smirk:
"When you put it that way…"
Blaine chuckled again and adjusted himself in bed so he could properly kiss his boyfriend. After a while, Kurt broke up the kiss smiling:
"So tell me, why do you need a make-over?"
"I have this audition and I don't think my usual clothes can get me the part."
"What's the part?"
Blaine blushed that adorable shade of pink of his:
"A fashionista."
Kurt's eyes sparkled with excitement. Blaine got up, straightening up his clothes and rambling on:
"I can't show up there with my traditional clothes. Or, as my brother would put it, looking like a grandpa."
Kurt bit his lower lip in order not to laugh but remarked anyway:
"A sexy grandpa…"
Blaine whined:
"Kurt, I'm serious."
He then went to put his puppy-dog eyes to good use. The bastard knew he could get anything out of Kurt, who proceeded to also get up and wrap his arms around Blaine's neck:
"No need to throw this glaze at me. You know I'd never pass up a chance to play make-over; specially with you as my subject. Through, I think we can find everything we need in your own wardrobe; we won't need to resource to mine. It's all about accessorizing. But, for the record, I love the way you dress. And undress too."
Blaine smiled with his cheeks a little pink and awarded him with a kiss:
"Aw! You always lifting me up. You know I find you a fashion icon or I wouldn't have asked for your help."
"Enough with the praising, let's get to work."
Kurt clapped his hands together to hush Blaine to his own bedroom. Blaine led the way and opened the wardrobe. Kurt was very impressed with its tidiness and organization.
"I knew you were a keeper, but this display of how you treat your clothes made me fall even harder for you."
Blaine snorted:
"Be serious, Kurt."
"I never joke about fashion. Now, let's see…"
Kurt's had his full attention to the task ahead and he was mentally coming up with outfits Blaine could put out with. He barely heard Blaine remarking:
"It feels like I'm being x-rayed."
Kurt looked at him:
"Permission to fumble through your stuff?"
"Permission granted."
Kurt went to the pants and looked around for a second until:
"Aha! Ripped up skinny jeans!"
Blaine looked a little horrified:
"Those were a gift from Coop, it's not what I feel most comfortable in."
Kurt smiled fondly:
"I'm not saying you should wear them every day. I'm just suggesting the character with your complexion and body type would wear them."
"Okay."
"Goodness, I wonder if you'll throw a fit when I suggest guyliner."
Blaine stuttered:
"I-I-I never considered that before…"
Kurt approached him and caressed his face:
"With such beautiful eyes as yours, you're going to nail that audition."
"I trust you. Let's go."
Kurt smiled:
"Then you won't protest that socks and no bowties are a must."
"But I've seen you wear bowties before!"
After Blaine's protest, Kurt exhaled exasperatedly:
"But I'm Kurt Hummel, misunderstood fashionista. Too avant garde, too ahead of my time."
Blaine chuckled and hugged Kurt from behind, kissing his neck:
"Sure. You are. So, jeans, guyliner, socks and…?"
Kurt relaxed in the embrace:
"I'm thinking a green shirt to make your eyes pop out, a vest and a brooch. Do you have any or do you want to borrow my hippopotamus one?"
Blaine kissed his neck one more time:
"I don't think I have the attitude for the hippopotamus like you have. I may have some brooches in the back of the closet. Check it out."
Kurt broke the embrace to put his head inside Blaine's wardrobe and check behind the perfumes to look for the brooches. He didn't find them, but something else caught his eye.
"What's this, Blee?"
Blaine went from pink to tomato red withing a second:
"I forgot it was there."
"Is this the penguin toy that came with our happy meal that time we went to McDonald's?"
Blaine looked surprised:
"You… You remember it?"
Kurt made a signal for him to wait up and went to his room to grab his own penguin toy. Blaine's mouth formed an "o" shape when he saw Kurt with two:
"You kept yours too?"
Kurt could feel his cheeks blushing and bit his lower lip, before answering:
"It maybe silly, but you made me feel so special that day and I guess I wanted to remember it."
Blaine chuckled:
"I kept it as a memento of our first date. I mean, I know we weren't dating back then, but it was the first time I felt like I could open myself to a relationship. After… you know who… it took a while for me to regain my self-esteem."
Kurt couldn't resist the boy in front of him and went to kiss him passionately. After the kiss, Kurt childishly approached the two toys and said:
"Now kiss."
Blaine laughed and pecked his lips again. Kurt, still clutching both toys, asked him:
"Do you mind if we found a new home for these toys? I feel like they should live together and be part of the decoration."
"Wouldn't it be tacky?"
Kurt dismissed him:
"Romantic gestures are tacky. There! Now they'll live together and in love over the fridge."
Had him said too much? Should he already be using the word love with Blaine? He didn't seem to notice and just hugged Kurt from behind, resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder and appreciating their work of art.