A/N: LOL, so this is so much a fail. Forgive me people, but I realised I hadn't posted in a very long time, so I whipped this up. In all truths its been on my computer for ages, but I was too busy to edit it.
"…Oh fine! What about this one Dapperton?" Kurt had been rifling through racks of clothing for hours and Blaine was so bored - It felt like his brain was going to fall out.
"Do you like it?" He propped his thumb up. His eyes were momentarily staring at a crack in the wall. "You haven't even looked at it!" Kurt flailed his arms.
"Its nice?" Blaine answered, wondering if there was some giant spider or some other interestingly gross thing in the wall behind the crack.
"Look at the freakin' thing already!" Blaine heard the harsh tint to Kurt's normally soft and unusually high voice, and swayed his gaze toward Kurt.
Kurt was standing with a giant angelic grin on his face, holding a black tuxedo, sported with gold buttons. A navy blue bow tie hung aimlessly on the hanger along with the outfit.
"Its nice! But isn't it a bit plain for you Mr. Mister?" Blaine walked up to his lover and propped his head on his shoulder. Kurt seemed to think about an answer, and burst out laughing. Blaine lifted a triangular eyebrow, in sheer confusion. Why was he laughing?
"…Its not for me! Obviously! It would suit you, it'd compliment your complexion and your curls…" Kurt fiddled with one of Blaine's ringlets, its dark colour shimmering in the stores lights. "I know what your size is, you leave your clothes all over my bedroom floor for me to pick up!" Kurt gave him a quick shove, and handed him the hanger. "You going to try it on or what?" He pushed Blaine into the changing room and closed the curtain. Was Blaine always that easy to push around?
Kurt slid down the wall, until he was sitting cross legged outside the changing room. He decided he would do what he does most. Text Mercedes.
Oioi, Cedes. What ya doin' ? K xx
Cedes is currently window shoppin' for a dress! M xox
Cool, I'm in some store with Dapperboy whilst he tries a suit, K xx
Get in there white boi! (; M xox
I'm not in there with him… K xx
You wanna be doe, all kissing him and shit, ADMIT IT! :* M xox
… What am I meant to do about him and David? O_O K xx
Kurt had previously filled his girl best friend in on the current love triangle that possessed his life. He knew he could trust her with his life. He knew all of her secrets, like her relationship with Sam, and she knew all his, ie his love affair with Blaine. Kurt knew that if it came down to it, and he had asked Mercedes which guy he should be with, the 'technicolour zebra' would tell him to go for Blaine, then apologise whilst muttering something about the 'heart wanting what the heart wants.'
Go 4 who makes you :) *cough cough… BLAINE! …cough cough* M xox
You think I shouldn't be with David? K xx
… M xox
He heard a noise in the changing room, and he forced is eyes away from the screen. Blaine was probably dressed by now so he jumped up, and waited for the show to begin,
G2G Cedes! Blaine's ready. I'll be coming round later with/without him! K xx
Au Revior sexy! Looking forward 2 it! M xox
The countertenor chuckled at his phone. There was slightly more rustling in the changing room and before he knew it, Blaine was standing in the door frame smiling softly at him, looking every ounce the stunner he already was.
"What do you think?" Blaine twirled and a goofy grin washed across his face. Kurt's eyes swept over Blaine's body, up and down; tracking every outline the tuxedo punctuated. "Would you be offended if I rocked up to your wedding in my pink sunglasses?" Blaine's voice noticeably cringed when he spoke the word 'wedding' but Kurt didn't seem to realize. Kurt winked and walked around Blaine, tracing the suit with his fingers.
"So, do ya think I'm sexy… in this outfit?" Blaine winked and struck a disco-dancing pose.
"To be honest, I think you'd look sexy in anything…" The younger mans voice was slightly seductive and Blaine's mind started whirling. Kurt's eyes screamed 'sultry' and slid his iphone into his pocket.
"Ooh, kinky…"
Traffic was rushing past, as Blaine and Kurt sat in the park along with half a dozen bags. Every few minutes, one of them would look at the other, with pure adoration in their eyes - wondering how it was, they could be with someone so utterly perfect.
Maybe god spent more time, making him than me?
"Blaine, why do you like me?" As soon as he had said it, Kurt was starting to regret it. He never seemed to be able to control his mouth for longer than 10 seconds and it always got him in trouble. Blaine's breathe hitched in his throat, he didn't know how to answer that question without seeming desperate or verging on stalker creepy.
Both men leaned back on the picnic rug they had set out.
"Honestly, I don't know how to answer that question. You're just you, and you're… you're… just the most amazing person I've ever met. You get me, you understand the way I tick. I love the way you squeeze your nose between your fingers when your stressed and how you and me think in the same outline. Like, I remember when I first met Mercedes and we were babbling about Vogue and our favourite covers!" Blaine let out a chuckle, knowing that the answer he gave was longer than expected. And was sort of creepy. Kurt waited a second, to contemplate what his response should be.
"For someone, who didn't know how to answer that question… you sure had an answer…"
"I have more to say, but I realised blabbing isn't attractive" A quiet giggle rolled out of Blaine's throat,
"You're always 'attractive'. Carry on flattering me Dapperton, I could get used to this!" Kurt rolled onto his side, so he could look at Blaine. The hairs on Blaine's necks pricked up, and he was going scarlet under his collar. He rolled onto his side to look back into those glasz eyes that Kurt donned so well.
"You know how dead you'd be if Karofsky walked past?" Kurt's expression suddenly fell serious.
"He doesn't know much about gays. I could easily tell him, this is how gay best friends act and he'd believe me!" Kurt was running his hand through Blaine's curls, a mischievous smirk playing at his mouth.
"You just called your Fiancé stupid."
"Whatever, boost my ego 'Warbler' Blaine,"
"Not a Warbler no more, I'm still in contact with them though" Blaine shuddered as Kurt's hand ran from a ringlet down his cheek, one petite finger stopping at his lips. "Well, I remember when we kissed? But it went nowhere. Back in Dalton, and I kissed you after muttering something about 'looking for you forever'" Kurt flushed bright red as Blaine kissed his finger. "We kissed for ages that day. Ha, the memories. I also remember the duet, and the Prom." Blaine took both Kurt's hands and rubbed his thumbs along the top of them.
"Its weird. We kissed for ages, went to Prom, went on dates, yet we never dated officially. We weren't 'going out'. We were seriously dumb, just think, if we had dated there would be no David in the middle of us"
"An affairs quite exhilarating actually" Both males burst out laughing, pulling away from each other to laugh.
"So, what are you doing later?" Kurt and Blaine walked into the elevator, and Blaine pressed the button he was so used to pressing after Kurt swiped his ID card. The pair were unbelievably close and both could feel a rattling connection. Blaine kept resisting the urge to kiss Kurt, kiss him hard - so hard, neither of them could breathe. Kurt, on the other hand, just stared at Blaine's lips. How perfectly formed they were.
How perfectly formed Blaine was.
"I'm going to Mercedes later, never too old to sleep over! I told her, you could possibly come, so she might be expecting you too?" Kurt turned to look at the walls - all the walls in the elevator were decorated with mirrors. Kurt looked at his reflection, and saw Blaine staring at his ass. "Blainey-kins…" Kurt teased "Quit looking at my ass!" Kurt tapped it and carried on studying his reflection. Blaine's eyes immediately shot up.
The elevator stopped on the pent house level, and as soon as Kurt stepped out of it, he knew David was home. He could smell David. The cologne he brought him for his birthday each year, because it was the most attractive scent he'd smelt before. One thing topped the scent of the cologne; the scent Blaine Anderson had. He smelt of soap, after shave, moisturiser and himself. He had his own indescribable aroma - one that drove Kurt wild. Kurt turned to Blaine and squeezed his hand, indicating they weren't alone.
"Kurt? Is that you?" Blaine's mind was plagued by that ridiculous question. Of course it was Kurt. Kurt had the key. Kurt lived here… not that Blaine was remotely happy about his house-buddy.
"Yeah its me… and Blaine!"
"Ooh, Buck Boy!" Karofsky walked out into the hallway where Kurt and Blaine were hanging up coats and bringing bags inside. Blaine hated the names Karofsky used on him, but Karofsky was scary so he couldn't object. Much.
"Seeing as your gay too Karofsky, you cant really call me names anymore. I could easily just throw it back at you." Karofsky's eyes clouded over but he faked a smile in front of Kurt.
"Yeah, but you wouldn't. You're far too, dapper to say anything." Kurt looked fed up.
"Boys, please play nice. Blaine and I have been trudging through the snow all day shopping for the wedding. My feet ache!" He flopped onto the couch and pulled his boots off. Although it was a moment of sheer laziness, Blaine couldn't help notice just how graceful he was - even when throwing himself onto the sofa. Blaine walked over to the arm chair sitting by the window and sat down. Every time he came around, this chair was always his. He'd kissed Kurt on this chair, done some other mildly explicit things on this chair. Things Karofsky didn't know, would never know. Unless someone told him. It was his chair.
Suddenly, his mind started drawing in all the wrong thoughts. If he had had his wicked way with Kurt, on this chair… how much of the house was used by Karofsky and Kurt? In that 'wicked' way. A nauseous feeling started welling in his stomach, as he watched Kurt kiss Karofsky on the cheek. He had totally just grossed himself out…
Fuck my life. How did I even get myself into this stupid love triangle anyway? Kurt shouldn't be able to look that good. Should be illegal. Maybe Kurt is an alien, or an angel - or something whacky and in between and totally special in his own, gorgeous 'Kurt' way. God. I love him. Ahhh!
Blaine zoned back to life, when he realised both Kurt and his fiancé were staring at him.
"…Blaine?" Blaine nodded, as in, in some way proving he wasn't brain dead. "So you are alive then." Kurt's eyes were sparkling as he chuckled.
"Yeah, lady boy, Kurt was getting real worried!" Karofsky let out a small grunt as he sat down with Kurt and wrapped his muscular arms around his fiancé. Blaine felt his heart nearly flop out of his chest. Kurt's eyes reached his, they were sympathetic, almost pleading for Blaine to stay calm. He felt stupid, getting wound up about this - if he chose to have an affair with Kurt, he would have to put up with Kurt's soon-to-be other half. In response, it turned out, the only thing he could do was roll his eyes.
"Erm… I should probably go. I could go to Mercedes, meet you there?" Blaine stood up, red under the collar, embarrassed. Karofsky turned to Kurt and snorted.
"You're going to Mercedes house?"
"Yes, actually. Its been a long time since I've seen her. She needs help with wedding outfits" Kurt tapped his fiancés thigh, "I'm going to sleep over, if that's okay with you… 'dad'"
"You saw her last week?" Nobody noticed when Blaine got his coat, giving Kurt one last adoring gaze, and left.
"…and your point?" Kurt was taken aback by Karofskys questioning,
"Does he have to be there?" Kurt's eyes fell upon the seat, where the curly haired man was once sitting. He felt guilty, realising that he left without a goodbye.
"Yes he does. He is my best man, and whilst you have someone from work. I have him. Okay? So yes, he has to be there, so their outfits don't clash!" Kurt pinched the bridge of his 'pixie' nose pulling away from Karofskys embrace.
"Whoa, man. It was just a question. Like you two spend loads of time together. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought you were fooling around," Kurt rolled his eyes at the former jock,
"Good thing you know better then…"