Chapter Three

A/N: Welcome back to the third and final chapter of the story. When we last left Kurt, he had just been told by Cooper that Blaine is the best man in the upcoming wedding, not the groom. Let's see what that is all about, and what Kurt will do with that information…

Kurt stared at Cooper for a few seconds as his mind raced.

"You okay, man?" Cooper asked, looking worried. "You look a little pale."

"I always look pale," Kurt muttered off-handedly and looking away. "But wait a minute," he continued, walking over to the dais and sitting on the edge, afraid his legs wouldn't hold him up anymore. "Franco said that I was making the suit for the groom and he was making the suit for the best man."

"Oh, yeah," Cooper laughed, running his hand through his ridiculously perfect hair. "You see, I had an audition come up the same day as the first fitting appointment. I'm an actor, you know," he grinned. "Maybe you've seen my commercials for…ahem," he stopped when he saw Kurt's look of impatience at his detour from the story. "Um, yeah. Anyway, I couldn't make my appointment, and there was no time to reschedule, so I asked Blaine to switch with me. I told him to just keep the tux basic, and I'd go with whatever he selected. Franco said he'd talk to you about the change in plans."

Kurt leaned forward as he sat on the dais, his elbows resting on his knees. He realized that with his crazy schedule leading up to finals at Parsons and some family matters that had arisen for Franco that had frequently kept him away from the shop, he and Franco hadn't actually spent much time together the past few weeks. Franco had said he needed to talk to Kurt once or twice, but then customers had arrived, and there just hadn't been time.

"What about Tina?" Kurt blurted out, suddenly remembering the pretty girl who met Blaine after the first fitting. Kurt had assumed that she, the one Blaine had hugged and called "sweetie," was the bride-to-be.

"What about Tina?" Cooper repeated in confusion. Then suddenly, it hit him. "Wait a minute," he said, pointing at Kurt dramatically. "You thought Blaine was the groom, and Tina was the bride?" he said incredulously. When Kurt just blinked at him, Cooper broke out into a fit of laughter, finally sitting down next to Kurt on the dais and slapping him on the back.

"Oh, man, that is rich! Squirt and Tina! Oh my god! Not that she would mind, if you ask me – I mean, they've been besties since high school, and even though my baby bro is, as he says, a 'gold-star gay,' I know that girl's been carrying a torch for him for years. There was this one time, Blaine had a cold, and would you believe that Tina…"

He was cut off mid-ramble when Kurt firmly gripped him by the arm. "D-did you say…did you…Blaine is…gay?"

"Well, yeah," Cooper answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kurt dropped his hand from Cooper's arm and stared out ahead of him. "Oh, my god," he whispered, covering his mouth with his hand as he stifled a sob.

"You okay there, kid?" Cooper asked once more, and Kurt just nodded. "You know, Blaine was right," he went on, seemingly out of nowhere. "You are pretty cute."

Kurt looked over at Cooper sideways, and Cooper quickly held up his hands. "Hey, no – I'm engaged and strictly for the ladies," he chuckled, "but that doesn't mean I don't recognize another good-looking guy when I see one."

Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Blaine's ridiculous but charming older brother. "He said I was cute?" Kurt asked in small voice.

Cooper rolled his eyes and dropped his head back dramatically. "Oh, lord, all I've heard for the past three weeks is "Kurt this" and "Kurt that." I swear, he's been driving me insane. I told him to just ask you out, but he said he didn't think you felt the same way." Cooper looked at Kurt and smirked, bumping his shoulder as they sat side by side. "I think all he'd have to do is see your face right now to know that's a bunch of crap," he added, his voice surprisingly gentle all of a sudden.

"You like him, don't you?" he asked. Kurt nodded, incapable of speech. "But you thought he was the groom, so you tried to hide it?" Another nod. Cooper draped an arm around Kurt, who, despite not being terribly tactile, didn't seem to mind it from Blaine's older brother. "Oh, Kurt, you poor kid. You must have been through hell these past couple of weeks." He squeezed Kurt's shoulder briefly, then released him and stood up.

"Okay. Here's what we're gonna do," he said excitedly. "First, you're going to fix my tux because, well, groom," he said, pointing to himself and making Kurt laugh again, though his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. "Then," he went on, "tomorrow, you are going to come to our reception – I won't have your epic romance with my little brother upstaging my wedding, now – and you and Squirt are going to have a little chat and straighten this whole thing out."

Kurt was shaking his head madly as he stood to face Cooper. "Oh, no, no I can't," he protested.

"You can, and you will," Cooper insisted. "I'd have you come to the wedding, but you wouldn't have a chance to talk to Blaine and it would just freak you both out. Come to the reception. Consider it a wedding present to me and Amy. That's the name of the actual bride, by the way," he added. "She's been trying to fix Blaine up with every gay guy in the tri-state area for months now. She'll be thrilled to death that he's found himself someone. Now come on, tailor man," he said, grabbing Kurt by the arm and hauling him up from the dais. "First things first. Fix my suit so I can go get myself married."

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Kurt was able to quickly make the repair, though he couldn't decide if Cooper's story of tearing the seam while playing James Bond in his tuxedo was true or not. In any event, he relented and agreed to the groom's incessant demand that Kurt attend their wedding reception the next evening. Once Cooper had gone, having promised Kurt that he would not say anything to Blaine, Kurt sat down once again on the dais, and with a shaky hand, pulled his cell phone from his pocket.

"Rach?" he said tremulously when she answered. "You're not gonna believe this…"

The next evening found one Kurt Hummel standing nervously in front of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in Manhattan. He timed his arrival so that the reception would be well underway and he could, hopefully, slip in unnoticed. As he had hoped, dinner was done by the time he entered the elegantly-decorated ballroom. Dancing had begun, and everyone seemed to be having a marvelous time.

His eyes scanned the room, knowing he would only recognize two men in the crowd. He wasn't sure which of them he wanted to find first – Cooper, to let him know he had arrived, or Blaine, to let him know…well, everything.

The fates decided it for him, however. As he walked further into the room, he found himself near the edge of the dance floor, right behind a man and a suit he recognized very well. Taking a deep breath, he closed the space between them and leaned so that he could speak in the man's ear.

"You know, a suit like that shouldn't be on the sidelines. You should be out there dancing to show it off," he said quietly, not wanting to startle said suit's owner.

Blaine spun around and his eyes went wide with surprise. "Kurt!" he exclaimed, a huge smile spreading across his face. "What are you doing here?" he asked, sounding happily confused as he placed his hand on Kurt's arm. Before Kurt could answer, Blaine looked him up and down and added in a more hushed tone, "My god, Kurt, what are you wearing?"

Kurt's face fell and he paled slightly, looking down at his suit self-consciously. "I'm sorry, I thought it would be okay, and…"

Before he could finish, Blaine took a step forward, and placed his other hand on Kurt's arm, as well, so that he was now holding him by both arms. "No, no, no, Kurt, you misunderstand me," he assured quickly. "I just…that suit, Kurt. It's magnificent. You look magnificent," he almost breathed, looking Kurt over once more before holding his gaze steadily. It was then that Kurt registered Blaine's expression, which was not one of disdain, but rather of awe and admiration.

Kurt went from pale to blushing in an instant. "Thank you," he said modestly.

"I've never seen anything like it. Where did you get it?" Blaine asked. When Kurt hesitated, Blaine answered his own question. "You made it, didn't you? Amazing…" he trailed off, not taking his eyes from Kurt for a second.

Kurt blushed harder, thrilled that Blaine appreciated his creation. The suit was, in fact, his own design and completely one-of-a-kind. It was a deep blue, with a brocade-style swirl to the fabric that was in the same hue but still noticeable. Having been custom-made, it fitted Kurt perfectly, accentuating his long, angular form while the color highlighted his pale complexion and cerulean eyes. Kurt had hoped Blaine would like it, and judging by the way he was looking at Kurt right now, his hopes were more than met.

Finally needing to answer Blaine's question, Kurt nodded in acknowledgement. "It is a final project for one of my design classes," he explained. "Franco has let me work on it in my spare time at the shop. I completed it the morning you came in the first time, actually. I didn't think I'd have a chance to wear it so soon," he finished with a smile.

"Well, I think you will be getting an A-plus on that project," Blaine said, flushing slightly himself as he finally released his hold on Kurt. He looked down for a moment and rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly, then looked up again. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, because I am, but what are you doing here? Don't tell me you're here to make sure there aren't any sartorial emergencies," he said, eyeing Kurt playfully.

"Not quite," Kurt laughed. He took another deep breath and began the story he'd been practicing for the past 24 hours. "I met your brother yesterday," he started. Blaine raised his eyebrows as Kurt went on. "He came in for a repair to his suit. He said something about tearing a seam while playing James Bond."

Blaine nodded and rolled his eyes. "Sounds about right," he sighed.

"Anyway, he kind of surprised me. You see, Franco had called me and said the groom was coming in to get his suit repaired." Kurt paused.

"Okay…" Blaine prompted.

Kurt gathered his courage and continued. "I was surprised because I thought the groom was, well…you."

Blaine blinked a couple of times as he stared at Kurt, not seeming to understand. "You what, now?" he said, rather unceremoniously.

Kurt took a small step closer to Blaine, wanting to make sure he was heard over the music but not by anyone who might be passing by. "Originally, Franco told me I was handling the tuxedo for the groom and he was handling the one for the best man. I didn't know you and Cooper had switched appointments, so when you arrived that first day…"

"…You thought I was the one getting married," Blaine said slowly as he began to put the pieces together.

"Exactly. And when you left that day arm-in-arm with Tina, I kinda thought she was the bride."

Blaine's eyes flew open wide at that statement. "Oh, lord, don't let her hear you say that," he whispered with a chuckle, taking a quick, conspiratorial look around the room. "So any time I tried to flirt with you…that's why you pulled away," Blaine added.

"You were trying to flirt with me?" Kurt asked, wanting to confirm that he was right. After all, just because Blaine was gay and single didn't mean that Kurt had read his intentions correctly.

"Kurt, I winked at you, for heaven's sake! I thought – I still think – that you are the most gorgeous, smart, funny, charming man I've ever met. I just figured you were out of my league and trying not to hurt my feelings since I was a customer and we had to work together." At some point, Blaine had taken Kurt's hand in his own, and he squeezed it lightly.

Kurt looked down at their joined hands and smiled. Looking back up at Blaine, he answered, "I thought I was crazy falling head over heels for a straight guy about to be married."

Blaine stepped closer still, taking Kurt's hand and holding it to his heart. "Head over heels, huh?" he said softly, his eyes warm as they flickered between Kurt's eyes and his lips.

"Yeah," Kurt whispered.

"Kurt," Blaine lifted his free hand to Kurt's cheek, stroking it lightly as he closed the space between them and captured Kurt's lips in a tender kiss. Kurt breathed in sharply, then leaned in and rested his fingertips lightly at Blaine's waist, giving himself over to the feelings he'd been trying to repress for the past three weeks.

How long they would have kissed was anyone's guess, because they were soon interrupted by a familiar voice. "YES!" Cooper shouted, clapping Blaine on the shoulder and startling the two men apart.

"Cooper," Blaine whined, looking over at his brother but moving his hand from Kurt's cheek to his back to hold him in place, as if he were afraid Kurt would run away. "Really?"

"Oh, come on, Squirt, you should be thanking me. Hey, Kurt," he added, smirking at the young man blushing in his brother's arms.

"Hi, Cooper," Kurt responded shyly.

"So, I should be thanking you for interrupting us?" Blaine asked, releasing Kurt's hand that he had held between them but sliding his arm around his waist and pulling Kurt close to his side as he turned to face his brother.

"Yes, you should. Without me, you," he said, pointing to Blaine, "would be sitting here pining away for Kurt, and you," he moved his pointing finger to Kurt, "would be at home lamenting the marriage of Blaine and Tina, heaven help us all."

Kurt laughed and ducked his head into Blaine's shoulder, while Blaine rolled his eyes affectionately. "I hate to say it," he said quietly into Kurt's ear, "but he may be right."

"Of course I'm right," Cooper responded. "Now, the next thing I'm right about is the fact that the two of you in your amazing suits – seriously, Kurt, you did wonders for this guy and you look incredible yourself – need to get out on that dance floor. I won't take no for an answer. Groom and all, you know," he said with a wink before giving Blaine a fake punch to the arm and moving on.

Kurt raised his head and looked at Blaine. "Is he drunk already?"

Blaine chuckled and looked after his brother as he crossed the room. "Sadly, no. That's Cooper completely sober. You don't want to know what he's like drunk."

He turned and looked back to Kurt to find the young tailor looking at him with a soft smile and shaking his head slightly.

"What?" Blaine asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just amazed at how quickly things can change." The two smiled at each other once again as Blaine leaned in for a quick, chaste kiss.

"I do believe we need to follow the groom's orders," Blaine said as they parted. He stepped back a pace and held out his hand. "Would you do me the honor of a dance?" he asked in his most gentlemanly voice.

"I'd be delighted," Kurt replied, placing his hand in Blaine's. Blaine tucked Kurt's hand under his arm and led him to the dance floor just as an old standard began to play.

"I love this song," Blaine muttered as he held Kurt close and started to sway in time with the music. He was stunned to hear Kurt's voice in his ear singing the first lines.

"At last, my love has come along, my lonely days are over, and life is like a song," Kurt sang quietly, holding onto Blaine tightly while the rest of the room seemed to fade away for the two of them.

Blaine pulled back just enough to be able to look at Kurt to speak to him. "You have a beautiful voice, Kurt," he said with a smile. "You sing, you design clothes…is there anything you can't do?" he asked jokingly.

"Fly," Kurt answered solemnly without missing a beat.

Blaine laughed indulgently and kissed Kurt on the tip of his nose. "I have no doubt that you could if you wanted to," he answered.

Kurt looked up in mock thought before returning his gaze to Blaine's. "No, that's okay. I'm perfectly content on the ground dancing here with the best-dressed man in the room," he quipped.

"Second-best," Blaine corrected, glancing at Kurt's suit.

"Well, let's just say we're both well-dressed, and leave it at that," Kurt offered.

"Yes, well-dressed, and well-suited," Blaine agreed, holding Kurt a little tighter and kissing him gently once more.

A/N: There you have it, the conclusion of Well-Suited. I hope that you liked my little AU story. The final song referenced when Kurt and Blaine are dancing is, of course, At Last by Etta James (all due respect to Beyoncé, but that will always be Etta's song).

Many thanks to VoyageAsia and GleefulDarrenCrissFAn for your support and your recent mention of my story in the author's notes of your own current multi-chapter fics ("Butterfly Wings" and "Courage", respectively). I truly appreciate it! If you are looking to expand your Klaine fanfic reading, please check out their stories, as well!

Until we meet again, dear readers.