Watching or rather listening to Kurt get ready for a night out was one of the most insane things Burt had ever experienced. He could hear that son of his running back and forth in front of the mirror, talking to himself. It was: "Maybe I should match the black vest with the gray pants" this and "No, the hippo broche definitely doesn't go with the blue blazer" that. He couldn't actually see it because he was sitting on the couch with his back to the scene, but he could imagine it perfectly in his head.

He assumed it looked something similar to when Kurt was 6 years old and he had played dress up in his mothers closet. He had come out in a long purple dress, so long that he had been dragging half of it behind him on the floor and he had been in heels too, stumbling along on shaky legs. Somehow he had gotten into his mothers make-up as well and looked more og less like a clown, but the thing that had struck Burt the most was the wig. Elizabeth's wig. While battling the cancer she had lost all her hair and had bought quite a few different wigs, in different colours and hairstyles. Burt would be the first one to admit, that seeing his son like that had been conflicting to him, because already back then he knew what it most likely meant. Even if he wasn't a 100% sure...he couldn't ignore the signs and this was just one of many indicating that Kurt might grow up to be gay.

This realisation had not made Burt love Kurt any less or made him see his son differently, he had still loved Kurt with all his heart and knew that he always would, no matter what his sexual orientation turned out to be, but he had been worried because he knew the struggles that awaited Kurt in a homophobic society. He knew what his own generation used to call gays and it wasn't nice. Burt had been afraid that he wouldn't be able to protect him and his fears had been justified. Because he hadn't been able to protect Kurt at school. David Karofsky had made his son's life a hell, even threatening to kill him and all Burt could do back then was pull him out of McKinley and enroll him at Dalton Academy, even though he couldn't really afford it.

But at least something good had come of it. Kurt had met Blaine, someone who had been in his shoes, at a time where he needed someone who understood him the most. The timing couldn't have been better and Blaine had stepped up and helped Kurt through it. Along the way the boys had become best friends and then boyfriends and Burt was glad to see that the friendship bond had survived their break-up. It just proved to Burt what he already suspected, that the boys would stay in each others lives for a long time.

After making the popcorn Blaine had disappeared into the bathroom and returned all gelled down in tight red jeans and a black button down shirt. It had taken him about 30 minutes to get ready while Kurt hadn't even chosen an outfit yet and it had been two hours. Now Burt and Blaine were both sitting on the couch watching basketball like the night before, waiting for Kurt to make the all important wardrobe decision.

He suddenly came running out wearing dark blue jeans with a stylish metal belt buckle, and a light blue shirt that he had paired with a black, white and red tie in a square pattern. Over it he wore a black one button suit jacket. He was breathtaking.

"I think I found the perfect outfit." He exclaimed. "What do you think?"

"Looking good Kurt," Burt said.

"Um...yeah...very nice." Blaine stared a little too long and Kurt blushed against his will, but somehow managed to get it under control.

"I see you tamed the curls, Borat." He teased and Blaine threw a pillow in his direction as Kurt dived out of the way, but missed him by a mile on purpose.

"Still not funny, Kurt!" Blaine yelled but he smiled and Kurt knew he wasn't really offended.

"Easy boys." Burt warned but he too had a twinkle in his eye. Then Kurt noticed what Blaine had on.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He eyed Blaine up and down, critically.

"What?" Blaine followed Kurt's gaze. "What's wrong with this?" He gestured to his outfit.

"What's wrong?" Kurt mocked surprise and sighed. "You can not wear that to a Broadway show."

"Well, it's all I got Kurt. I didn't know I was going to see a Broadway show when I packed so I didn't bring anything fancy."

Kurt fell silent for about two seconds, then his eyes lit up.

"Don't worry about it, I have a plan." He smiled widely.

"I am afraid to ask?", Blaine smiled back tentatively.

"WWMKD" Kurt simply said.

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked confused.

"What Would Micheal Kors Do", Kurt translated.

"Oh", Blaine said recognising the name. "Still afraid to ask?"

"I am making you an outfit." Kurt said matter of factly.

"You have got to be joking?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Nope." Kurt seemed determined.

"Kurt, there is no time." Blaine insisted.

"Oh please, they have less time than this to make an outfit on Project Runway." Kurt stated.

"Well, you would know." Blaine laughed.

"Exactly. I totally got this, now get over here and be my model." Kurt commanded and Blaine knew that resistance was futile. Kurt had that look of "I am doing this, come hell or high water" in his eyes and Blaine knew better than to mess with that. As he walked behind the curtain and into Kurt's dressing room he heard Burt ask:

"What is Project Runway?"

"You sure you know what you're doing?" Blaine asked, arms stretched out to each side.

"Are you doubting my abilities Mr Anderson?" Kurt said in mock horror as he continued to measure Blaine's arms with measuring tape while taking notes on a piece of paper.

"No, but...I've actually never seen how you do this?" Blaine gestured with his arms to himself.

"Arms still!" Kurt ordered. "And do what?" He then asked, interested.

"Sorry...I mean I have never seen you create clothes". Blaine said.

"I am hardly creating anything, Blaine. I am not really a designer. I just know what goes together."

"Oh...so you are not making me a whole new outfit in mere hours?" Blaine asked, a little disappointed.

"Of course not, don't be ridiculous." Kurt shook his head and started measuring Blaine's pants.

"And here I thought you were some kind of designer extraordinaire." Blaine smiled.

"Oh...I am. I could totally make you something if I had the materials and the time. But I don't." Kurt said. "Wow, sometimes I forget how short you really are."

"Hey!" Blaine pretended to be hurt. "So you do sow?"

"Um yeah, Blaine. You saw my prom outfit, it didn't make itself." Kurt rolled his eyes. "But that was for a special occasion and I saved up for the materials for months. Alright Frodo, strip."

The tv suddenly became louder and Blaine figured Burt didn't wanna hear anymore.

"Um...when you are done making fun of my hair and height, would you mind telling me why I should take my clothes off?" Blaine asked.

"Because I need your inner measurements in order for your outfit to fit, come on...we are in a hurry as it is." Kurt turned his back to him to grab the measurement tape off the table and expected Blaine to be in his underwear when he turned back, but that wasn't the case. "Um...Blaine?"

"I am...uh...not exactly comfortable doing this, Kurt." Blaine said looking down at the floor.

"What seems to be the problem?" Kurt raised an eyebrow and Blaine blushed, then something clicked for Kurt. "Oh...look Blaine, it's not like I haven't seen you before."

"I know, but things were different between us then."

"Right." Kurt paused. "I guess I could try to judge your measurements by just looking at you, but I can't guarantee the clothes will fit to a T. I don't wanna make you do something you are not comfortable with?" There was a question in his eyes and Blaine caved. He was being stupid and immature. This was Kurt. He trusted Kurt.

"No, screw it. I am being a child." Blaine said. "I'll do it."

He started taking off his shirt and Kurt smiled. But then he found himself staring at Blaine's tanned skin and firm body and had to swallow hard. He turned around pretending to look for something.

Please...tell me he didn't see that. Please. And stop fidgeting, turn around, he is gonna notice.

Kurt turned around again, with his best poker face on and now Blaine was in his white boxers and nothing else. He looked like one of those freaking swimsuit models you saw in the magazines.

Stay professional!

"Alright, lets to this." Kurt moved closer to Blaine with the measuring tape. They were face to face, very close as Kurt reached out and touched Blaine's arm, gently rolling the tape around his bicep. Kurt could feel Blaine looking up at him but didn't dare return the gaze, afraid.

What are you afraid of? He ignored the voice.

"Okay, flex." Kurt said, voice managing to stay steady. Blaine did as he was told and Kurt got all electric on the inside at the sight and touch of Blaine's bicep flexing.

Those muscles. When did he have the time to work out so much? I just want to...NO! Stop it!

He took the measurements he needed on both arms and moved down to the legs. Unfortunately that put him almost face to face with Blaine's crotch which was very distracting.

For Blaine this was something different, but interesting. Something about it felt very sexual. First there was the fact that he was almost naked, then there was the close proximity of Kurt and then the gentle way he took his measurements. Kurt had very feminine hands, sensual hands. They weren't typical rough man hands, instead they were almost dancing lightly over his skin and it was almost more than he could take. He had been staring at Kurt the whole time, but Kurt hadn't looked up once and somehow Blaine was glad, because it gave him the freedom to stare, really take him in.

Why is he so beautiful? Why am I turned on by this? And why didn't we do this before? Blaine could just picture it. Kurt the designer, taking advantage of his model, of him. It would have made one hell of a roleplaying game.

Then suddenly Kurt moved down to his legs and Blaine freaked, sure he wouldn't be able to not get hard. Kurt was down there, so close to his...

Don't get hard, don't get hard. Don't get hard! Think of something else.

He felt Kurt's hands fumble around down there, grazing his skin.

Come on. Come on. Figure something out. How about that time you walked in on Cooper having sex in the shower with the girl next door. They were using a toy...

Kurt dropped the tape, apologized, picked it back up and placed it firmly around Blaine's thighs.

The toy! The toy! Cooper was using the toy...ON HIMSELF!

That worked, Blaine managed to remain soft and exhaled hard as Kurt stood and scribbled something down. Then Kurt turned around and placed the tape around his hips and once more they were face to face. And again Blaine stared.

Kurt had trouble concentrating on what he was doing. He had dropped the tape, not because he was clumsy, but because Blaine had put him off-balance. Indecent thoughts kept erupting from his brain and he couldn't turn it off. He wanted to throw Blaine down on the bed, tear off those boxers and have his way with him, but he knew he couldn't and shouldn't. However...he was pretty sure that if it hadn't been for his father sitting 5 feet away, he wouldn't have cared about what he could, couldn't or shouldn't do. It would have been a re-run of last night. Just more x-rated. Burt was the ultimate cockblock. At least when he was awake. Suddenly Kurt wondered if it wasn't time for his dad to take a nap.

Ugh...control yourself!

He wrote down Blaine's hip measurements and knew there were only one thing missing.

"Are we done?" Blaine asked.

"One last thing. I need to measure your neck."

"Okay."

He could have sworn Blaine sounded a little off, but still didn't trust himself enough to look at him. Instead he kept his eyes locked on the tape as he swung it around Blaine's shoulders and neck. He tightened the tape around the base of his neck which in turn made Blaine moan just a tiny bit and it set Kurt on fire. He wondered why they hadn't done this before. This was pretty hot. A thought occurred to him.

If someone were into such a thing, this measuring tape could be used for something very different. Like maybe...a little...bondage...fun. Would he...maybe be into that?

And then Kurt did something he shouldn't have done. He looked up, was in hazel heaven and knew the answer. Blaine was staring at him with those golden eyes, really staring...the want clear and he didn't look away when their eyes met, like Kurt had expected. Suddenly he wasn't able to break eye contact, it was like being under a spell. The concept of time ceased to exist and they just stood there looking at each other and somehow moving closer together until they were just inches apart. Kurt was close enough to see that Blaine's lips were trembling slightly and he wanted to use the tape as a rope, secure it tightly around his neck, pull him in and kiss him. Hard. He tightened his grip on the tape and...

"Boys? Everything okay back there?" Burt barged in and Kurt and Blaine jumped apart and scattered like scared mice. The measurement tape went flying though the air and landed with a soft thump on the floor. Burt looked at both of them for a few seconds with an unreadable expression.

"It got really quiet back here for a while." He said suspiciously.

"Sorry Burt. We were just...", Blaine started, when Kurt jumped in.

"Really focused...on...um...getting this done." Kurt was trying really hard not to blush, he was sure his dad had seen everything that were about to happen, but there was no way he was admitting to anything.

"I see." Burt looked his son up and down, then shifted his gaze to a half-naked and very uncomfortable looking Blaine in the corner. "Well...if you're done with whatever you were doing, then maybe Blaine could put on some pants?"

"We are." Kurt said. "Blaine, catch." Kurt threw him the pants and Blaine quickly pulled them back on without a word.

"Good. Then I'll just go back to my game. I'll be on the couch...5 feet away." He put extra emphasis on those last words making sure they got the hint. Burt wasn't an idiot. He knew exactly what he'd interrupted. Teenagers, he thought. But he wasn't going to get directly involved in whatever mess his son had going on with Blaine. They had to handle that themselves.

"So...where were we...", Kurt said. "Oh right...I think I got all of your data." He wasn't looking at Blaine as he spoke, he couldn't. Instead he stared down at the paper, going over the measurements. They both knew what had almost happened and he didn't wanna talk about it. He just wanted to make Blaine his clothes and have a nice evening at the theater. Without any drama. And he was relieved when Blaine just went along with it.

"So what now?" Blaine put on his shirt and Kurt sneaked one last peak before the abs disappeared from view.

"Now I go see what I have in my closet already and then I adjust it to fit you. It shouldn't be too hard, we are both slender so it's really only a matter of taking the legs and sleeves up."

"Okay...so...I guess you are done with me for now?" It was a loaded question.

"For now, yes." That was a loaded answer and Kurt knew it. "I am gonna start working on this right away, you can join my dad if you want?"

"What if I would rather stay here and...observe?" Blaine asked.

"You are welcome to stay, but it's really not that interesting." Kurt hoped he'd stay.

"I'll stay." Blaine sat on a chair. "Impress me...oh ye fashion wizard."

"You are such a dork." Kurt laughed and Blaine grinned widely. Then they fell into a comfortable silence as Kurt picked out a silver suit and began working on it while Blaine looked on, fascinated. Kurt was really talented with a thread and needle. And fast. About an hour later Kurt threw him the pants.

"Try these on."

"Yes, Sir." Blaine goofed. "It's a perfect fit."

"Of course it is." Kurt winked and tossed him the jacket. It fit too.

"This is a really nice suit, Kurt. Where did you get it?"

"Macy's".

"Really?" Blaine asked surprised. "Doesn't look like something from Macy's."

"I've told you before, I have an eye for bargains. You don't really think I would cut up an expensive suit, now do you?" Kurt smiled at his surprise and Blaine just shrugged. "Now put on this black shirt, it should fit you and then I do believe someone gave you a black leather bow tie that would complete this look perfectly." Kurt winked.

"Okie dokie." Blaine changed his shirt and ran off, only to return moments later with the bow tie on. Kurt looked him up and down appreciatively.

"I am a genius." Kurt stated.

"And oh so humble." Blaine laughed.

"Shut up." He stuck his tongue out at him. "I am. Just look at you."

Blaine checked himself out in the mirror and was literally shocked by what he saw. He looked good. Maybe even dazzling. The silver suit complimented him. It was a sleek sophisticated look. Very New York.

"You look handsome, Blaine. Very few people can pull of gray nuances. But I just knew that light silver colour would match your skin tone and hair colour."

"Thank you." Blaine blushed a tiny bit but it didn't break though his olive skin, for which he was grateful. "Hey, what time is it?"

"Good question." Kurt looked at his watch. "It's 6:45. We have a little over an hour, but we should get going. Come with me, I need to show off my creation." He dragged Blaine by the arm.

"Dad, check him out." Kurt said proudly as he placed Blaine in from of the tv so Burt couldn't miss him.

"Very stylish, Kurt." Burt said with appreciation.

"I know and check him from behind." Kurt turned Blaine around on the spot. "Fits like a glove."

"I believe you, Kurt." Burt tried to not look at Blaine's butt.

"Now from the side." Kurt asked looking at Blaine while turning his finger around in circles.

"Kurt, I am not some cardboard cutout you can just move around." Blaine complained.

"Sure, you are." Kurt smiled. "For me?" The puppy dog eyes came out and Blaine sighed as he turned to his side careful to pull in his tummy. How could he resist that.

"Looking good from all sides, now can I get back to my game, Kurt." Burt asked.

"Sure." Kurt said and mouthed a "Thank You", to Blaine who just smiled. "We are gonna go now, okay dad? Don't stay up too long, keep yourself warm and do not touch the barbecue chicken wings in the fridge, if you get hungry there's a salad for you."

"Right. Salad." Burt pouted on the couch, but smiled at them as they put on their coats. "Have fun, boys." Then there was a quick hug and a "See ya Burt" from Blaine, as the door slammed shut. Burt was alone and all he could think about was the chicken wings in the fridge. Goddamn heart attack. He sighed and pulled the blanket over his head. He was gonna take a nap.