Day 22: Verdict/Clothes
"Blaine. Blaine! Come on, we're going to be late!" Kurt called from the living room. It was rather discombobulating for him to be in this position. Usually, it was Blaine hollering for him to hurry up when they were going out for the evening.
Leave it to Blaine to choose tonight – the night of Kurt's big holiday party at Vogue – to be the first time he's late.
He sat on the edge of the coffee table with a sigh, careful not to crease his pants. After all, it wasn't every night he got to wear a vintage suit from the Vogue Vault (thank you, Isabelle). Blaine had been given the opportunity to choose an ensemble from the Vault, as well. When Kurt broached the subject, Blaine had paused, then politely declined, much to Kurt's surprise. He hadn't asked for Kurt's assistance in selecting his outfit for the evening, and had flat-out refused to answer any questions about what he planned to wear.
Kurt's traitorous mind started down the rabbit hole of worrying, which he knew was ridiculous. After all, Blaine always dressed well, but this was a Vogue party, and everyone would be judging them, and…
"What do you think?" Blaine's smooth voice shook Kurt from his spiraling thoughts. He whipped his head around towards the hallway from which Blaine had emerged looking –
Perfect. Stunning. Jaw-droppingly gorgeous.
"I'll take that as a positive verdict," Blaine smirked, crossing the room and stopping a few feet in front of Kurt to give him a slow turn. Apparently, Kurt had voiced his opinion aloud.
"Oh, it's positive, all right," Kurt retorted, recovering his wits and reaching forward to pull Blaine closer. He needlessly fussed with his bowtie and swept away some non-existent lint from his shoulders, tugging the jacket sleeves just so. "You'll be the hit of the party."
Blaine blushed despite himself, as he often did when Kurt complimented him. "I don't know about that. Everyone there is all about fashion, and this is kind of basic," Blaine rambled, his voice laced with sudden insecurity.
Kurt pressed a finger to Blaine's lips to quiet him. How could Blaine even question his choice? Come to think of it, he'd probably chosen better than Kurt would have. Kurt's own suit was bore a colorful, bold pattern. He might have been tempted to choose a similarly bright but contrasting hue for Blaine from the Vault, but this was so much better. The jet-black fabric highlighted Blaine's coloring perfectly while also being the best compliment to the vivid array of colors in Kurt's suit. The choice was genius.
"It's not basic, Blaine," Kurt chided, "it's classic. Only you could make a black tuxedo look this incredible. Like they say, the man makes the clothes."
"Isn't it, 'the clothes make the man'?" Blaine chuckled.
"Nope. Not in this case. It's a beautiful tux, sure, but with you in it? There's nothing on any runway in the world that compares. Now come on," Kurt urged, looping an arm through Blaine's and guiding him towards the door. "I want to go show those wannabes at Vogue what true fashion icons look like."
A/N: I couldn't decide what Kurt would wear, so I'll let you choose. As for Blaine, I'm picturing Darren at the 2012 Met Gala. Google it.