A/N: I was singing and I lost track of the time.
"Blaine, I need your opinion on this costume." One of his co-workers called, waltzing out of the dressing room.
"I'm not too sure about it, I think it makes me look puffy-" she said.
Blaine cut her off as he stared at where Kurt had just snuck backstage, replying absently.
"Yeah, it looks good. Suits you." He said without looking.
She gasped, making him look at her, staring at him with wide eyes, before bolting out the door.
"Blaine! That's horrible!" Kurt scolded through his laughter, knowing that he'd distracted Blaine.
"What did I do?" Blaine asked in confusion, staring after where his co-worker had just run out the door.
"Oh Blaine." Kurt sighed, shaking his head as his obliviousness. "You practically just called her fat."
"I didn't call her fat!" Blaine protested.
"She said she thought the dress made her look puffy, you told her it suited her, essentially saying you think she looks puffy." Kurt explained patiently, leaning over Blaine and kissing him gently.
"Oh." Blaine sighed. "I'll never understand this." He moaned in exasperation. "I have to work with her tonight! Kurt, do you think that maybe..?"
Kurt smiled at him.
"Of course I'll help you."
^.^
Kurt had helped Blaine fix it easily. It hadn't taken long, his co-worker only requiring an apology.
By the time Blaine had apologised, and admitted he hadn't been paying attention, distracted by Kurt's arrival, she'd already forgiven him, telling them what a cute couple they made. It had helped quite a bit that Kurt had then helped her with her costume, fixing it up and adding a couple of accessories until it was perfect.
A few minutes later, at the door, Kurt kissed Blaine.
"Break a leg." He whispered. "I'll be in the audience, don't be nervous."
Blaine nodded, kissing him forcefully.
"Love you." He said as he shut the door. In the hallway, Kurt pressed his fingers to his lips.
"Love you too." He told the shut door with a fond grin.
A/N: :)