A/N: Ohey. Well, I'm still here, the account is still here, the story is still here. Cross your fingers guys. I bumped the rating down to a T, so hopefully that helped as well. I'll still keep individual ratings though. :) This is a prompt from 'LittleKlaineFreak' - she wanted Kurt shopping with the New Direction girls, and for him to get a text from Blaine. I took it a slightly...different way, than what I was going to, but hopefully it's still okay ;D. Thank you muchly for the prompt! It got filled faster than I expected.

"Kurt, Kurt!" Rachel called from the changing room, her eyes bright. "What do you think about the black?"

But Kurt wasn't paying attention. He was busily texting Blaine, who would have been shopping with them if he wasn't sick.

"Kurt!" Rachel huffed, and Tina tugged on his sleeve.

"Mm, what?" he muttered, finally glancing up.

"Rachel wants you." Tina said softly, and Kurt turned towards her changing room, stepping in with her.

Well, it was a beautiful dress, that was for sure.

"Try strapless. You have a beautiful shoulders, let's flaunt them." Kurt said softly, chewing his lip. He stepped out of the changing room, grabbing a different dress without straps, almost in the same style.

He stepped out of the changing room as she changed, going back to his phone.

"Are you texting Chandler again?" her accusing voice came from behind the door.

"I'm texting Blaine." He replied, a little offended.

Brittany squealed from behind the other change room, opening the door and poking her head out. She was shirtless, her care factor bordering on zero that she was only in her bra.

"What are you talking about?" she asked. "Because Santana only texts me when she wants sexytimes…"

"Keep changing, Britt." Kurt said softly, mostly ignoring her.

"Kurt, what do you think about this bag?" Sugar popped around a rack of clothes, holding it against her current outfit.

He glanced up. "God no. Black or Navy only."

She nodded, scurrying off.

Rachel opened the door a crack. "Can you come zip me up?"

Kurt entered the changing room again, turning her around and pulling the zip up. "This one is much better." He praised, nodding as he took in her collarbones, the way it hugged her hips and fanned out. "Beautiful."

He nodded. "It's perfect, but I think we could get it in light pink and do much better."

Rachel grinned, admiring herself in a mirror. "If you say so."

He disappeared, finding the light pink version and unzipping her, before stepping back out.

"Kurt, can I get your opinion?" Quinn asked softly from behind the third changing room.

He sighed, pocketing his phone and stepping over to her door. "Alright."

She opened it slowly, wearing a baby-blue dress that hugged her chest tightly, bunching under her breasts and fanning out into falling waves. Kurt was almost speechless.

"Yes." He said softly. "Beautiful. Black or silver purse, silver necklace and…" he paused, looking around before plucking a black hair barrette shaped into a flower, tucking it into the top of the sleeve at her shoulder.

He gave her another once over, and she grinned at him.

"Maybe you should consider doing fashion, for college next year."

"He's coming to NYADA." Rachel called from the next stall.

Kurt rolled his eyes as his phone buzzed again.

"Seriously, what's your boy talking about that's so important?" Santana came out of Brittany's changing room, slightly flushed.

"Nothing." Kurt smiled slightly, glancing at Brittany, who emerged from the stall in a light green dress.

"You need a full-length one, Britt. Make sure it reaches your ankles." He administered, and she pouted, bending down and pulling the bottom of it out. It suddenly fell, the lining coming down with it. She'd folded it into her underwear, making it shorter. "Okay. Yeah, that's fine." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Gimmie your phone." Santana held her hand out, and Kurt frowned, tucking it into his pocket.

"What about your dress, Santana?"

She shook her head. "Don't change the subject, gimmie!"

Tina bounced up behind him, snaking a hand into his pocket. He jerked away. "Oy!"

They all laughed, and went back into their changing rooms to get back into their clothes. Their end of year party was in a couple of days, and Rachel had returned from New York to join them. They were having a formal dinner, before they went back to Rachel's dads' place – for old time's sake.

It wasn't until lunch, when they brought up Kurt and texting again. He had abandoned his chips for his phone, texting wildly with a blush on his face.

"Dear Kurt, I love you so, so, so much." Mercedes teased.

"Dear Kurt, I can't wait to grow old with you." Sugar grinned.

"My dearest Kurt, thank god I found you."

Kurt rolled his eyes, still blushing. "Yeah, shut up."

"No, seriously. What does it say?" Brittany asked, dipping her chips into her milkshake.

"Just…how he hates being sick." Kurt said softly.

"And what did you say back?" Santana asked, not believing a word he said.

"That…I'd be home soon to look after him."

There was a resounding 'awww' from the girls – except for Santana, who raised an eyebrow.

Kurt's phone buzzed again, and he glanced down.

(12:34) From; Blaine – Can't wait to have you against the wall, feeling every move I make...