Blaine gave a huge toothy grin as he watched Kurt's stunned expression. Kurt recovered quickly though, shaking his head and flashing a smile. He stood up from his stool and strode over to Blaine. "Turn," he commanded. Blaine slid his arms in his jacket and rotated slowly in a circle for Kurt. Kurt hummed to himself as he studied the fit of Blaine's suit. Kurt really was a fashion mastermind. He found Blaine a perfectly fitted three piece suit that looked as if it has been specially tailored to fit him. He wore shiny black designer shoes, creased jet-black trousers, a black button down shirt, a black blazer, and a black vest with a striking white tie and matching pocket square. Kurt bit his lip and tilted his head as he studied Blaine from top to bottom.

"Like what you see?" Blaine teased raising his bushy eyebrows.

Kurt's eyes flicked back to Blaine's face, "yes, actually. You still clean up nicely. But technically I get all the credit," Kurt smiled. He stepped closer to Blaine and removed the pocket square. He refolded it neatly and stuffed it back into the breast pocket on Blaine's jacket. He let his hand linger on his chest for a moment before looking at the mop of curls on Blaine's head. "Those curls haven't changed a bit."

Blaine smiled nervously. Kurt was mere inches away and he was sure Kurt could feel his racing heart under the hand that was still resting on his chest. His breath caught in his throat when Kurt reached up his other hand and ran his fingers through his unruly curls. Blaine's heart was really hammering now as he fought the urge to close his eyes as Kurt kept running his hand through his hair.

"This is in desperate need of some hair products," Kurt murmured, his breath blowing against Blaine's forehead. Blaine watched as the corners of Kurt's mouth turned up into a smile. "However," Kurt continued, "you will not be putting any product in because you and I both know that hair gel in your hands is dangerous." Blaine smiled but missed the pressure when Kurt removed his hands from his hair and from his chest.

Kurt caught Blaine by the hand and dragged him over to his mirrored bureau, sitting him on the stool facing away from his reflection in the glass. He studied Blaine's hair a moment and ran his fingers through the dry curls one more time before reaching over and removing a bottle from his bureau. He squirted out a small dollop of cream into his palm and rubbed his hands together. He then ran his hands through Blaine's hair, applying the cream to Blaine's scalp. Blaine closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Kurt's fingers winding through his hair. He was immediately hit in the back of his mind with all the memories of these same fingers desperately fisting through his hair in the heat of passion. His eyes snapped open after that, shutting out the images that had reemerged from long suppressed memories. He's engaged. He's engaged. He's engaged, half of his brain was chanting, while the other half whispered, what if? What if? What if?

"I feel like I'm at some swanky hair salon," Blaine murmured as Kurt applied another sweet smelling cream, rubbing it roughly into his scalp.

"You need to go to a salon more often. Your hair is so dry," Kurt whined. "Making this do what I envisioned is going to take some work."

Blaine nodded and let Kurt worked his magic. He stared at Kurt's chest as he ran a brush through his hair. Kurt was dressed equally as nice, but his ensemble was much more "Kurt". He was wearing a bright red blazer with a red and white striped button down shirt and a white vest underneath. From the waist down, Kurt was wearing white trousers, white shoes, and red socks that peeked out when the hem of his pants rode up, and his bowtie was not really a cloth tie at all. Instead, it was several red dice with white dots, attached together in the shape of a bowtie.

"Interesting bowtie you have there," Blaine commented reaching up to run his fingers across it.

Kurt smiled, "thank you. I made it myself."

"It's really nice," Blaine replied, skimming his fingers along the pitted surface of the dice. He trailed his fingers lightly down Kurt's chest before folding his hands together in his lap. Being close to Kurt like this was confusing for Blaine. Suddenly he felt like they were teenagers again and they were in Kurt's room again and Kurt was fretting over how much gel was in Blaine's hair. He shouldn't be enjoying this closeness either, especially since a single touch from Kurt made Blaine's pulse sky rocket. He needed to keep the conversation going so he couldn't think. "So, Glen is working at his law firm?" Blaine asked.

Kurt sighed and sprayed a light mist of water mixed with product onto Blaine's hair. "Yes. He works a lot. More than I would like, anyway."

"At least you live together," Blaine replied.

"It seems like a good thing," Kurt said as he began putting a part in Blaine's hair. "But he gets home so late and usually just eats the cold dinner I made and goes into his office or to bed."

Doesn't sound like a great set up, Blaine thought. "When's the wedding?" Blaine asked tentatively.

Kurt perked up a little at this change in topic, "two weeks from tomorrow."

"So soon?" Blaine choked, failing to hide his shock.

"We've had a plan for a while and we've been together for five years," Kurt shrugged, "why wait?"

"Makes sense when you put it like that," Blaine replied with a shrug. For some reason he had been hoping it was months or even years from now. Why did the closeness of the wedding date unsettle him so much? It doesn't. It doesn't bother you, Blaine thought, furiously trying to convince himself. He heaved a heavy sigh and clasped and unclasped his hands to keep his mind on something else.

"You should come!" Kurt exclaimed stepping back to look at Blaine.

Blaine's stomach rolled unpleasantly, "oh Kurt, I don't know. I wouldn't want to impose—"

"Please Blaine? You can bring Nathanial! It is going to be the wedding of the century! I'm planning the whole thing, it is going to be perfect," Kurt cooed.

"Where is it?" Blaine asked.

"It's at this lovely venue here in the city with a huge skylight and the reception hall has an immaculate dance floor. Most of the old gang from the New Directions will be there. You should come!" Kurt insisted bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet.

Blaine looked up at Kurt who was silently pleading with Blaine, "what time?"

"One o'clock in the afternoon."

Blaine was reluctant to go. Watching Kurt be given away by his father to another man is going to sting a little. He scratched the back of his neck thinking of a way to say no without hurting Kurt's feelings. He couldn't think of any way to decline. He sighed in defeat, "sure Kurt. Nate and I would love to go to your wedding," Blaine said as he gave Kurt the most genuine smile he could muster.

"Yes! Thank you!" Kurt squealed leaping onto Blaine and wrapping him in a tight hug. He pressed his lips to his temple with an exaggerated muah! sound. Blaine's cheeks felt warm and butterflies had seizures in his stomach. "You are going to have such a great time, I promise," Kurt muttered in his ear before pulling away. He reached for a comb and sprayed it with a bit of hair spray. He ran it through Blaine's hair along the part and tossed it back onto the dresser. Kurt stepped back a few feet and admired his work, his pink tongue trapped in between his lips. "That about does it."

Blaine turned around in his seat and admired his hair. He had a part like he used to in school but instead of the curls being cemented with gel, they were spiraling and organized. His hair was shiny and healthy looking and not as dry and damaged as they had looked ten minutes ago. "Very nice, Kurt."

Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders from behind him, "if only you had let me fix your hair in high school," he shook his head and clucked his tongue. "Turn around," Kurt demanded again.

Blaine spun in his seat, facing him again, and Kurt grabbed some tan powder from the bureau and he began dabbing it on a brush. He started lightly spreading a thin layer of the powder across the planes of Blaine's face. He took Blaine's jaw in between his thumb and forefinger and turned Blaine's head to the side and when he did, a huge smile emerged on Kurt's face.

"What's so funny?" Blaine asked without turning his head.

Kurt giggled, "you have a huge smear of flour behind your left ear."

Blaine laughed with Kurt. His bubbling laughter stuck thickly in his throat when Kurt licked his thumb and began to slowly wipe the flour away. Kurt licked his thumb again and finished getting rid of the rest of the print. Blaine could feel the heat spiral up his neck as it began turning a shade of red.

The corners of Kurt's lips twitched but he didn't comment. "There," he said, "got it." He resumed silently swiping powder across Blaine's face again.

Satisfied with his work, he began running the brush across his own face. He set the powder down and quickly sprayed his flawless hair with hairspray. Blaine watched as he trotted over to the full length mirror and studied himself.

"You look great, Kurt," Blaine said before he could stop himself.

Now it was Kurt's turn to blush. "Thanks, Blaine," he glanced at himself once more in the mirror before turning to Blaine. "You ready to go?"

Blaine glanced at the tube of hair gel and reached for it, itching to tame one of his especially unruly curls. "Actually, I was just going to add a little more gel to my—"

Kurt lunged over to where Blaine was sitting on the stool and grabbed his shoulders, hoisting him out of the chair. He spun him towards the wardrobe door and bodily shoved him through the door frame.

"Blaine Anderson, if you so much as look at that hair gel I will shave your head," Kurt growled, shoving him out of the apartment.