A/N: So I got more reviews on the last one, and that made me happy :D So here's this. And oh my, Kurt is more like...well Kurt in this one. Have fun. :)

Chapter 9

In the midst of his crazy emotions, Kurt had almost completely forgotten about his audition for Phantom. It was the day before the audition, and had had absolutely no plans. He didn't know what song he would sing, or even what he would wear. This was a disaster.

Luckily, though, he was going shopping with Blaine later in the day, and hopefully he could figure something out there.

It was three-thirty when Kurt texted Blaine to ask him to meet him at a store that Kurt often went to called Century 21 on Cortlandt Street. It was a high-end store with plenty of brand names to choose from. Kurt was confident he could improve Blaine's sense of style and have time for himself.

Blaine had to admit, the idea of going shopping with Kurt scared him. What if all Kurt did was antagonize him the whole time? Even as short a time as he'd known the guy, he could definitely see that happening.

But it was almost time to go, and he really couldn't back out. So he responded to Kurt's text with a quick agreement, and left his apartment.

Kurt was rifling through the scarves on a table when Blaine walked up behind him.

"Oh, hi, I was just looking at these for me. I don't really see you as a scarf kind of a guy," he pointed out, not turning from the table.

"I would have to agree with that."

Kurt turned around to face the other man. He eyed him slowly, figuring out what he wanted to do. "Okay, first we need to get you out of the sweater vest. Those are not very flattering, unless you're one of those guys who can pull off the nerd-chic look. We'll try out a few suit styles. Something casual, but form-fitting." He waved over an attendant, who came over quickly.

"What can I do for you, sir?" the girl asked.

"Yes, I need you to find his size, and find a few suits for him. Different styles. Whatever you have. Just give me a variety. I'll be right here. Get me before he tries anything on."

Blaine was dragged away by the woman to a small alcove obviously meant for measuring. She introduced herself as Madison, before pulling out a measuring tape. She took different increments, giving him directions like "Lift your arms" or "Hold still," but otherwise it was quiet work. Ten minutes later, she was done and left him to find suits in his size. He was left staring at himself in the mirror.

He didn't think his sense of style was that bad. Sure, it was a little prep-school-boy-esque, but it was still mildly in style. As he looked around the store, though, he realized he was very wrong. Everything in the store looked like things Kurt would wear. Therefore, in style. He smiled as he thought about Kurt's clothes. It amused him how obsessed the other boy seemed to be with fashion.

Then Kurt was walking around the corner, "Oh, hey, Blaine. Where'd she go?"

Kurt's arms were full of clothes. Vests, bright colored pants, scarves, flamboyant shirts. Blaine took it all in, hoping the clothes weren't for him. He wasn't sure he could handle all of that.

"She went to get some suits for me. Who are those for?" He gestured to the items.

"Oh, these? These are for me. My audition is tomorrow...and I completely forgot to pick out an outfit."

Blaine nodded, as the girl walked back in holding an armload of suits. They were all different colors, and as Kurt saw them, he almost squealed, yes squealed, in excitement. A smile spread across Blaine's faced as he watched him. He might not have wanted to try on clothes at the moment, but Kurt's enthusiasm seemed to be worth it.

Madison led them to their own private changing area with two stalls and a couch. Kurt asked her to stick around, just for a female perspective, she obliged.

The first suit Kurt told Blaine to try on was a classic black one. He wore a plain white button up underneath and walked out. He looked in the all-around mirrors, inspecting his reflection. He looked over at the girl, who just smiled and nodded. When Kurt came out he was wearing tight gold pants and a black collared shirt. It was all so...tight. He looked amazing. Utterly out-there, but amazing.

He looked Blaine over before walking over. He smoothed out the lapels on Blaine's jacket before smiling. "See? Much better. You have some style now. Okay, next one." He pointed to Blaine's dressing room before realizing that Blaine wasn't really paying attention. Was he...checking Kurt out? Kurt blushed and quickly spun around to walk back to his own dressing room. "Next suit, Blaine," he called behind him.
Blaine stood there, awe-struck, for a minute before returning to his stall. He shrugged out of the suit and into the next one, a burgundy one that had a bowtie attached to the hanger. He tied the tie and walked back out. Kurt was already out, standing in skinny jeans, a white V-neck and a leather jacket.

"I like that. It's casual, but not too casual. Plus you get your bowtie," he smiled knowingly and glanced over at the attendant, who had been silent the entire time. "What do you think?"

"I think he's attractive."

"Well, that's very helpful," Kurt rolled his eyes, "but what do you think about the suit."

Her eyes lit up, "Oh, um it looks good."

Kurt looked back over at Blaine, "I agree. Okay, next, try on something dark, with a colored shirt underneath."

They went on for a while, without incident. Blaine tried on various suits, occasionally Kurt would have the attendant grab something that wasn't a suit from the store for him to try on, like a long sleeved V-neck. Kurt liked most of the outfits, but every so often he would simply scrunch up his nose and point Blaine in the opposite direction.

Kurt was having trouble deciding on the perfect outfit for his audition. It wasn't that he didn't like any of the clothes; he would probably end up buying a lot of them. Nothing seemed right for the audition. His top choice at this point was the first outfit he tried on. It gave him an idea for his song choice too. Plus, if it had gotten that type of reaction from Blaine, maybe it was his best option.

By the time they were ready to go, it was nearly nine o'clock. They were the last ones in the store. Kurt took a final look at the clothes they had narrowed down for Blaine, picking out three outfits he thought were the best option. He took the clothes he'd chosen for himself and they walked with the attendant to the front of the store.

As they were walking, the girl smiled over at them, "You two make a cute couple."

Kurt stopped in his tracks, "What? No, no, no. We're not," he gestured between the two of them, "not a couple. We're both straight. Very straight."

Blaine blushed. That was awkward. The girl's smile fell, "Oh...well, you're still really adorable." She took her place behind the counter and scanned the items. She told them their respective totals and they both paid. Blaine thought it was extremely expensive just for three outfits, but he thought it must be worth it.

As they were walking out of the store, Kurt said, "It's kind of a pet peeve of mine to try clothes on, immediately after you buy them. Just to make sure it wasn't just the mirrors in the store making you look good. Since I don't really trust you to know what to look for, what do you say we go to my place or yours?" Kurt looked over at Blaine, hoping he didn't sound clingy. He was telling the truth, he always did this. Every time he went shopping.

"Oh, yeah sure. You can come back to my place actually. I think Wes is still at work, and Santana said something about going out tonight. So we won't have to deal with them."

Kurt smiled as Blaine led him in the direction of his apartment.

It was a spacious apartment, a little disorderly for Kurt's taste, but a nice place. It looked like there were two bedrooms, for obvious reasons. He noticed sheets laid out on the couch, where he assumed Santana was sleeping.

Blaine turned on the lights and invited Kurt to sit on the unsoiled couch. He took a seat and watched as Blaine walked into the kitchen. "Do you want anything? We don't have much, but I might be able to scrounge something up for you."

Kurt shook his head, and Blaine smiled. "Okay, so how do you want this to work, do you just want me to try on the clothes and show them to you, again?"

"Yeah...I suppose so."

"Well, it's not really fair, for me to put on a fashion show for you, without it working the other way, too, you know."

"Okay, fine. I'll try mine on too."

Blaine pointed out the bathroom to Kurt and they both changed. Kurt was done first so he sat down on the couch again. Despite his better judgment, he'd gone with the gold pants and black shirt. Blaine walked out a minute later wearing one of the black suits.

He eyed Kurt suspiciously. "Shouldn't you be standing, I thought that was the point."

Kurt just rolled his eyes and remained in his spot.

"Okay, be that way." Blaine walked over and joined Kurt on the couch. "I really liked that outfit though."
"Maybe that's why I'm sitting down," Kurt raised an eyebrow, looking at Blaine.

"And why is that?" Almost unconsciously he began inching forward. They weren't very far from each other on the couch. He could feel his breath begin to mingle with Kurt's.

Kurt closed his eyes and reopened them, he leaned forward as well, everything seemed to disappear. All he could see were those hazel eyes staring at him so intently. "I...think you know."

Slowly, Blaine continued to move forward, Kurt's lips were right there...so close.

"Blaine..." Kurt closed his eyes, waiting for their lips to touch. Waiting to taste Blaine, but instead he heard the door open.

"Blaine, you home? I brought din-" Wes stopped in his tracks and dropped his keys.

Their reaction wasn't immediate. It took them both a few seconds to realize what had just happened, but when Kurt heard the keys drop, he shot up. He was standing, and almost as quickly he was grabbing all his things. And walking to the door. He turned around, to the gaping other boy.

"I'm, uh, Kurt Hummel, by the way," then he rushed out of the apartment and down the stairs.

Blaine was left to an astounded Wes. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the other man held up a finger.

"Just, shh. I think it would suffice to say, you just...need to figure yourself out, my man. I brought Chinese."

Haha, thoughts anyone?