“There really is nothing off the rack for the young fashionable man in Ohio”, said Kurt, leaning his head onto the crook of Blaine's neck. Blaine shifted and put his arm around Kurt’s shoulder and began slowly stroking the other boy’s arm. Chuclking, Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt’s hair.

“Oh yeah? So where do you get yours?”

Kurt scoffed, “a true magician never reveals his secrets”.

Blaine let his head fall back and laughed. Kurt smiled with the rise and fall of Blaine’s chest to his cheek.

“So, the internet then”, said Blaine.

Kurt smacked Blaine lightly, “this is serious, Blaine. I am a fashion icon and I can’t have my boyfriend strutting around in those silly Ralph Lauren Polo shirts you insist on wearing all the time”.

“You love the polo shirts” replied Blaine, letting his voice dip low and sultry. Kurt felt the heat rise from his neck.

He was about to reply when the back porch door screeched partially open and Burt stuck his head out,

“Hey guys, Finn, Carole and I are going to that Happy Garden Chinese place. You want anything?”

Kurt lifted his head off Blaine’s shoulder and looked at him with a raised brow. He wasn’t hungry himself, having eaten with Blaine few hours prior but he wondered ... Blaine shook his head.

“We ate already. Thanks Dad”.

“Alright. We’ll be back in twenty minutes. I’m trusting you two to behave yourselves”.

“Yes, dad”, said Kurt, rolling his eyes.

Burt turned to Blaine with a tilted head and a pointed look, “Blaine…?”

“Of course, sir.”

Burt ducked back in mumbling under his breath , "When’s the kid gonna stop calling me sir?"

Blaine chuckled a bit as Kurt settled back to his earlier position. They enjoyed each other’s presence in silence as Blaine rubbed Kurt’s arm soothingly. Kurt began tracing looping patterns on Blaine’s chest.

“So…”, Kurt broke the silence, “Maybe some of my clothes fit you.”

Blaine guffawed, “That was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”

Kurt said nothing. Blaine moved to stand up. For a second Kurt thought he was actually angry and was going to leave but then Blaine offered his hand. Kurt took it with a smile and led him inside, upstairs and into his room.

He sat Blaine down on his bed and dashed into his closet. Blaine just sat there, arms crossed, an amused expression playing on his features.

Kurt brought him a pair of red pants and then ran back into his closet and grabbed a black short sleeved button down and a purple one. He ran back in and came back with a denim shirt, suspenders and a bowtie.

Blaine grabbed Kurt’s wrist before he could drown him in fabric, “Let me try these on first, okay?”

Kurt looked offended and began to open his mouth to protest but Blaine pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist. Kurt gasped lightly and his cheeks began to rouge but he rolled his eyes and left the room so Blaine could change.

Kurt waited outside with his back to the door. He crossed his arms. Uncrossed them. Worried his lip with his thumb.

Blaine finally opened the door. Kurt turned around and what he saw made his eyebrows go up. Blaine had put on the red pants and double cuffed the bottom. They clung to him like a second skin. If that was tight then the black button down he’d chosen to wear had seeped into his skin because color aside, Kurt couldn’t figure out where the seam between shirt and bicep was.

Kurt felt really hot. Kurt let his eyebrows drop as he leveled Blaine’s mischievous gaze. He strode over to where Blaine stood and put his arms around his neck and pulled him close. He touched their foreheads together as Blaine settled his hands on Kurt’s hips.

“You look good”, Kurt said, low and breathy. He completed the distance between their mouths intending to kiss Blaine sweet and short but when he tried to pull back Blaine pressed further in and gripped his hips harder, pulling him back into the room.

Kurt decided he kind of liked this turn of events so he let Blaine press him to the wall and kiss him hungrily. He let himself get lost and become breathless to Blaine’s kisses and his touch. One of Blaine’s hands started migrating up to caress Kurt’s neck while the other headed for Kurt’s belt buckle. There was heat everywhere. Kurt’s face, neck, mouth, hands… everything felt burning.

Suddenly, Kurt remembered that his family would be home any time soon. Suddenly, Kurt remembered he sort of really needed to breathe. He tried to pull back but Blaine’s hand was there, holding his jaw in place with almost bruising force. He tried to push Blaine back by the shoulders but he couldn't get leverage and he didn't want to hurt Blaine.

Kurt felt the panic rise in his chest and his instincts kicked in. He bit down on Blaine’s lip. At once, Blaine was halfway across the room.

Kurt touched his fingers to his lips and wiped off the blood he thought he’d felt there, “What the hell Blaine?”

When Kurt looked up from his hand at Blaine he almost screamed. Blaine stared at him, unblinking. His eyes, sclera and all had gone pitch black. Blaine’s gaze was steady as he licked his bleeding lip with a predatory smile.

“Blaine”, Kurt said, his voice thick with fear.

Blaine blinked and, quickly as it came, his eyes were back to normal. His eyebrows knit as he somehow managed to look both confused and scared.

“Fuck. I gotta go”, Blaine said gruffly, grabbing his clothes, “I’ll uh…”

He looked at Kurt. Kurt was immobilized, tears threatening to spill over at any moment. Blaine shook his head as if trying to clear it and left.

Kurt didn’t move until he heard the front door slam shut and the sound of a retreating engine.