But a part of him, the silly romantic deep inside, is still looking for his prince charming. He knows New York is more accepting than Lima has ever been and that he might be able to get to know a few guys if he only went out to a bar. But that’s the point. Kurt doesn’t want to meet anyone at a bar. He doesn’t want to date a guy who spends his nights drowning drinks and hitting on strangers.

Kurt Hummel wants romance. He wants someone to hold the doors open for him and buy him flowers and just randomly send him little messages saying that he loves him. Someone to sing him to sleep and cuddle him at night. Though he always tries to hold up his superior and witty exterior, he does want that: Love.

And he knows he can’t get too invested into his job. He’s supposed to help people have the happiest day of their lifes and make the journey there the easiest it can be. In that environment, he just can’t find love. All of the people he works with were happily taken and about to make that a life-time-connection. Or at least most of them are.

And so was Blaine Anderson. He was gorgeous, he seems kind and he is totally and absolutely out of reach. His fianc�e is beautiful and though she seems a bit… controlling, she didn’t throw a fit yet. And Kurt had had several brides going crazy this early already.

So when he gets out of the cab now and starts making his way to his friend’s boutique, he sighs into the cool air and kicks a few yellow and orange leaves on the sidewalk out of his way. It’s getting chilly, it’s the middle of fall and Kurt can see his breath when he exhales deeply. Tucking his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat, he hides his face in his scarf and hurries up to get inside.

It’s nice inside. Warm. The moment he steps a foot inside, Ben is rushing over to him. He’s tall, he wears sunglasses and a hat inside and his boots clack as he walks over. He’s gay as the fourth of July, even Kurt can tell that and he’s not one for thinking things like that. He’s a bit older than him, in his late twenties and not exactly Kurt’s type, he’s a little too loud for his liking but an amazing person anyways. He had planned his wedding earlier this year and every time he looks at the gold ring on his finger, he has to smile. Ben is happy. Ben has what Kurt wishes he had.

When he throws himself around his neck and kisses both of his cheeks, Kurt laughs and tries to move his head as well but Ben’s already off again and tucking on his coat to get it off. Kurt obliges and lets him hang the quite expensive piece of clothing away.

“Kurt, darling.” He laughs brightly, looping his arm through Kurt’s and dragging him over to the suits, past a woman trying on a gorgeous dress which gets and appreciating looks out of both men. “How have you been? It’s been forever.”

“I was here last week, Ben.”

“Whatever, whatever. It’s still been too long. Any gossip? And I mean the dirty kind?” he asks, wriggling his eyebrows and nudging Kurt in the ribs with his elbow.

Kurt snorts and rolls his eyes at the other man but shakes his head. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Sighing, Ben dramatically rolls his eyes. “You need to get out more. David and I are going to the bar tonight, you should come along.”

“I can’t, I’m sorry. I have work to do.” He lies.

“No you don’t.”

Kurt doesn’t answer because in that moment, the door swings open again and Mr. Anderson enters, wearing a black long coat and a red scarf, his hands balled in his pockets similarly to how Kurt’s had been earlier.

Smiling, Kurt waves and the other man grins back and walks over. He hears Ben hum next to him.

“I stand corrected. Maybe you do have work to do…” he says with a cheeky grin and before Kurt can even consider hitting him, he’s gone to adjust that woman’s dress from earlier.

Shaking his head, Kurt focuses on the man approaching him once he had gotten rid of his jacket as well and stretches his hand out for him. “Mr. Anderson, it’s wonderful to see you again.”

“It is. And you can call me Blaine.” He laughs softly and Kurt can’t help but smile. No, not good at all.

“Okay, Blaine it is. I’m Kurt.” He says and turns around to look at the suits in front of them and distract himself.

“Do you have anything in mind?” he asks as he digs through the racks and sees Blaine do the same on the other end.

“How about this one?” he asks and pulls out a blue one with some sort of ruffle in the front. Kurt snorts but somehow he manages not to double over and instead smirks and nods.

“Sure, sure. Go try that on.” He agrees and watches as Blaine – looking quite proud of himself – disappears in the changing room. Shaking his head at him, he picks out another, actually acceptable suit and walks over, sitting on the couch to wait for him.

A few minutes later, the curtain is being pulled aside and Blaine walks out in his baby blue, ruffled suit and Kurt bites his lip hard to keep calm.

“Very funny.” Blaine says but he’s grinning too as he looks at himself in the full length mirror, turning to both sides.

“You look like I imagined my dad to look like at prom.” Kurt points out.

“Wow, great. Maybe I should go for a different look for my wedding.” He laughs but Kurt notices the shift in his voice and face when he says wedding. Something is off there and he wonders what exactly that is. But he pushes the thought away to focus on the task at hand.

“Maybe, yes. Try this one.” Kurt urges and hands him the suit he had picked out.

When Blaine emerges this time, Kurt knows this is right. The simple, black suit fits perfectly, hugs his figure in all the right places. The suit jacket is hanging open though and the bow tie is only draped around his neck.

“I still can’t get this thing done.” He mumbles, fiddling with the two ends.

Chuckling, Kurt pulls himself up and steps closer, grabbing the bow tie himself. Blaine smiles thankfully up at him and Kurt does his best not to notice just how close he is. But he can smell him, smells the cologne – not too heavy to be a bother – coffee, mint and something else that he guesses is simply him.

“I do call myself a professional at that.” Kurt smirks and wonders if he’s flirting. No, he’s not. Of course. Kurt doesn’t flirt with straight clients or any clients at all.

“Oh? Your girlfriend has little to do then.” Blaine says and squints a little. Kurt laughs and shakes his head. Normally, people just assume. They take one look at him and just know. But Blaine didn’t. He asked in the most clich� way ever.

“No girlfriend. I’m gay.” He points out and expects Blaine to back off, to move away from the man currently almost flush to him and fiddling with the tie around his neck.

But he doesn’t. He just looks at him with a sort of surprised look on his face. And there’s something else, something Kurt can’t quite name but that’s sparkling in Blaine’s eyes and makes him hold the eye contact.

Kurt hadn’t even noticed there had been eye contact. Neither had he noticed that his movements had stilled and that he was just sort of standing there, hands clenching around either end of the bow tie and gazing into Blaine’s hazel eyes that were so soft as they looked up at him slightly.

But now that he did, he blinked and snapped out of it. Awkwardly clearing his throat, he tried to keep the flush down and quickly finished up working on his tie, adjusting it and brushing off his jacket before he rakes a step back to take a look at his work.

“Yeah. I think that will do.” He smiles and Blaine turns towards the mirror, nodding in approval. As he ran his fingers over the bow tie and pulled at his jacket, buttoning it up. “I think Ms. Lopez should be okay with that.”

“Oh, Santana will be okay with anything that’s not dotted or striped.” He laughs as he turns back towards Kurt with a soft smile.

“She seems like a nice girl.”

“She is.” Blaine nods, but the one shouldered shrug indicates that something is wrong. Kurt doesn’t feel in the position to ask what it is though. “She is a sweetheart most of the time.”

Kurt snorts and nods knowingly. He had had the feeling that the Latina had a fierce side to herself that would obviously show sometime.

“You make a nice couple.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Kurt frowns at that because you’re not supposed to guess that you’re good with the person you want to marry in a few months. Maybe that’s just the romantic inside of him but if you find that one person, aren’t you supposed to love them to no ends and know you’ll stay together with them for the rest of your life? Guessing doesn’t seem like a thing Kurt would want to do in a serious relationship like this. But he can’t project that on everyone else.

“That one’s perfect. Thank you, Kurt.” Blaine says and rips him out of his thoughts. Nodding absentmindedly, he watches as Blaine retreats to change back into his normal clothes and settles down against the back of the couch, watching Ben fiddle with the girl’s veil with a sigh. He shouldn’t be over thinking stuff like this. Blaine was simply another client and no one to lose his head over. He wasn’t in High School anymore, he had to grow up and stop with the silly crushes on straight people.

That’s when Blaine leaves the cabin and turns up behind Kurt.

“Hey.”

He jumps a little and looks back at the curly haired male with a hand on his chest, breathing harshly. “Jesus Christ. If you keep this up, you won’t have a wedding planner much longer.”

“Sorry.” Blaine grins and doesn’t look sorry at all.

Just when Kurt was going to come up with some witty comment, Blaine’s phone goes off. Teenage Dream. Interesting.

Blushing a bit, Blaine scrambles to drag it out of his pocket and hold it to his ear. “Santana, hi, I-“ he breaks off and pulls the phone from his ear with a cringe. Kurt can hear her from where he is standing.

“Blaine Anderson, si no est�s ac� en 2 segundos, voy a usar tus peque�os testiculitos como aros!” She basically shouts and Kurt jumps a bit.

After Blaine nods at the phone before realizing she can’t see him and assuring her that yes, he will come in a second, he hangs up and sighs at Kurt.

“I guess I have to go. They messed up something with her dress and she’s going insane.”

“What did she just say?” Kurt asks, out of curiosity.

“I have absolutely no clue but judging from the volume, she was threatening death on somebody and knowing her, she is going to kill someone in that shop if I’m not there soon.” He shrugs and holds his hand out for Kurt to shake.

“I’ll see you soon. And thanks for picking out the suit.” He says as he points to the tuxedo lying on the couch before he’s out of the door, trying to put on his coat on the way to the cab.

“So,” Ben says as he turns up next to him and rests his elbow on his shoulder, leaning his head against his hand. “Now that we’ve seen him in incredibly tight, blue, ruffled pants – and I saw you looking, mister - you need to tell me exactly how deeply you got involved into work tonight.”

Groaning, Kurt pushes him off. Stupid Blaine and his stupid tight pants.