Dear Kurt,

You did it! I could kiss you! I won't because I doubt you would enjoy that, but the thought still counts, I suppose. So when are we planning this little fiasco?

Warm regards,

Rachel

Rachel-

Before we pick a date, we need to talk. I think we need to give your appearance a bit of a... boost. So we're going shopping this weekend. Break out the Benjamins, sweetie! You need some proper date attire!

-Kurt

"There you are!" Rachel ran up to her friend, who had been almost impossible to find.

"What do you mean, here I am? I've been here for half an hour, waiting on you!" Kurt walked across the store he had supposedly been hiding in, grabbing a silky purple blouse. "What do you think of this?"

"I don't know, Kurt. I don't think purple is your color."

"Ha. You should reconsider your career path, Berry, you would make a fabulous comedian." Kurt held the top up over Rachel's currently childish outfit. "First of all, I look fabulous in every color. Except maybe yellow. Second, I meant for you. You need to try this on. And this, and this." He threw a pair of smooth black pants in her direction, along with a pair of white-wash skinny jeans.

Rachel caught the clothing, examining it with a critical eye. "I don't think any of these clothes are really me, Kurt."

Kurt sighed. "I hate to break it to you, honey, but that was the idea." He grasped her shoulders and turned her toward the dressing room. "Now go put those on."

"But I don't-"

"Humor me, Rachel. Just humor me." The boy put his hands on his designer-covered hips. Rachel huffed, but continued on into the private room. His work done, Kurt walked back to the racks, trying to find his friend some age appropriate clothing.

Moments later, she stepped out. Kurt almost fell over. "Oh my god. I didn't realize you actually looked like a woman under those toddler clothes!"

Rachel blushed. She stepped in front of a floor-length mirror, looking herself over with suspicion. "Are you sure I look good?"

"Good? Rachel, you look amazing!" He went into the dressing room and pulled out her old clothes: an orange dress with high, polka-dotted lapels and yellow flats of a similar pattern. "Never again will Rachel Berry be seen in this crap." He threw the clothes on the floor, stomping them with his Marc Jacobs boots. "And you're getting this outfit, with these shoes. You're a six, right?" He took a pair of shimmering black heels from a shelf.

"Yes. I must say, those really are pretty." Kurt looked up at her, his blue eyes shining with tears and his mouth hung open, speechless.

"Rachel Berry finally likes something that's actually cute? It's a miracle."

"Hey Finn. It's Blaine, Kurt gave me your phone number."

"Oh. Hi Blaine." Finn sounded depressing, even over the phone. "Is everything alright?"

Blaine drummed his fingers against the back of his cellphone. He could already tell this would be an awkward conversation. "Yeah, everything's fine. I was just wondering... Would you like to go out to dinner with me and Kurt this Saturday?"

Silence. Blaine could tell Finn was trying to come up with a good reason not to go, but after a while he caved in. "Sure. I guess I can go."

"Great! I'll text you the details, okay?" Finn agreed and they said their good-byes. Blaine closed his phone and held it until his knuckles were white. The last thing he needed was the brother of the love of his life hating his guts. This had better work.

Rachel opened the door to her room as she and Kurt tossed all her shopping bags onto the bed. "God, those were heavy." Rachel flopped down on the soft comforter, rubbing her arms where the bags had left deep creases in her skin. Her friend sat to her right and began taking out Rachel's new wardrobe.

"But it was definitely worth it." He folded her new tops and quickly put them away for her. He helped with all of the bags, but when they reached the one from Victoria's Secret, he pushed it to the side. "You can handle that one on your own, I think."

Rachel giggled, opening her top drawer and stashing away all her new goodies. "No, I think I'll need Finn's help with these."

"Oh, too much information, sweetie." Kurt looked almost green in the face. "Just because you are overly interested in my sex life doesn't mean I want to know about yours. Besides, I thought you were saving yourself for marriage."

"Well yes, but that doesn't mean he can't take a peek at – wait. Sex life?" Rachel looked at him curiously, then with a dawning expression. "You didn't!"

"I did. How do you think I got him to help me with my plan?" A fiendish grin spread across Kurt's face. "But I don't screw and tell, Rachel, so we'll have to leave it at that." Just then, the Warbler's phone vibrated. The screen had Blaine's picture flashing across it, and Kurt opened the text message eagerly.

Everything is taken care of.

Kurt wanted to jump up and down, but kept his cool for Rachel's sake. You are a saint, he replied. Thank you so much! I love you!

Love you too.

Kurt smiled and closed his phone happily. It's simply amazing when everything goes off without a hitch.