Kurt sighed and shook his head. "No." He looked over at Blaine and fixed him with his best "you know you want to do whatever I'm about to ask you to do" smile. "Will you come shopping with me?" Well aware that most people found it annoying at best to go shopping with him considering how indecisive he tended to be, Kurt hoped that his boyfriend would be willing to accept the invitation. "I want to make sure you like what I pick out."

"Of course I will," Blaine replied at once. "And you know I'll love anything with you in it." His smile, warm and tender, broadened as he gazed dreamily at Kurt. "I know I don't have to keep telling you this, but you're absolutely beautiful." Fingers drifting down over Kurt's shoulder, Blaine lazily drew invisible patterns down his boyfriend's arm. "Now, as far as costumes go, I have something I hope you will like. I'll have to try it on for you first, see what you think."

Kurt perked up at the news. "Really?" He leaned in a little closer and caught Blaine's gaze. "Care to give me a little show?" He was more than slightly intrigued to learn what Blaine might have pulled together. The last time they'd spoken, Blaine had been just as lost as he was about the whole thing. Honestly the best idea Kurt had so far had come from Finn, though he wasn't willing to be quite as revealing as his stepbrother had suggested.

"Absolutely!" Blaine enthused, swooping in to kiss Kurt's smiling lips before picking himself up and gazing down at his boyfriend with a dazzling grin of his own. "You wait right there, okay? I want this to be a surprise." With a wink he disappeared inside his enormous walk-in closet and shut the door behind him. Blaine changed into the military uniform as quickly as he could, only taking a moment to check his appearance in the full-length mirror. He had to admit he looked pretty good. //I really hope Kurt likes this...// Blaine stepped out into his bedroom again, offering Kurt a salute as he stood before him in military uniform. "Private Anderson reporting for duty, sir."

Kurt's eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his head. His gaze traveled down over Blaine's body and then back up again. "Oh my God, the things I want to do to you in that uniform..." Realizing that he was all but drooling, Kurt looked up at the other young man through lowered lashes. "If you even think of changing your mind and wearing something else, I will kill you." Only respect for the idea of seeing Blaine in the outfit later on kept him from tearing the cloth from Blaine's shoulders and kissing him senseless.

"You really like it?" Blaine's Colgate smile nearly split his handsome face in two. He gave the jacket a light tug as if it straighten it despite the fact it already looked immaculate. "I was up in the attic going through trunks, trying to get some ideas, then I found this. It was my grandfather's. I still can't believe how well it fits." Blaine cast his eyes over his stereo and, selecting a particularly romantic song, held out his hand to Kurt. "Would you like to dance with a soldier?"

"Always," Kurt agreed, taking Blaine's hand and sliding gracefully off the couch. His free hand smoothed over the surprisingly well-kept fabric of the jacket. "It looks like it was made for you." The romantic image of Blaine in the vintage uniform left Kurt slightly breathless as they moved closer together to sway to the music. "Now I definitely have to find the perfect costume to try and live up to this. I suppose we could find something in a vintage red cross nurse look," he mused with a flicker of a smile.

"Oh, now there's an idea," Blaine murmured, clearly taken with the visual Kurt conjured in his mind. His pulse quickened and his breath caught in his throat as he pressed Kurt closer. Their bodies melded together perfectly, warm and soft and impossibly enticing. Blaine spun Kurt around, his lips drifting close to his boyfriend's ear as he whispered, "Wearing this makes me feel like I'm in another time. Does that sound crazy?" Another gentle laugh, and then more seriously, "If I had to fight, there's only one person I would ever fight for, and that's you."

Kurt sighed and relaxed into the embrace, breathing in the scent of the aftershave Blaine used, the gel that held his hair in place, the slightly musty odor of the uniform. "You'd only be allowed to go if you always came back to me. Always." The whole scenario appealed to Kurt's romantic nature, but he found that what he wanted most of all - far more than any grand ideals of romance - was to have Blaine in his arms. "Nurse it is. Someone has to make sure you come home healthy and whole." He smiled and kissed Blaine's neck gently.

Blaine shivered at the press of Kurt's soft lips against what was most definitely a hot spot for him. He pressed Kurt even closer, relishing the feel of their bodies swaying together to the music. "I'll always come back to you, Kurt," he whispered, brushing his mouth close to his boyfriend's ear. "Nothing in the world could keep me away from you." Blaine turned and romantically dipped Kurt, leaning in kiss him deeply.

It was absolutely perfect, absolutely romantic, and Kurt could have cried when he remembered that Blaine's parents would be home in no time at all. With a sigh, he allowed their lips to part after lingering far longer than would have been proper if they'd been observed. "Dad and Carol should be out late Halloween night after the party... maybe we can leave a little early and spend some quality time together?" Although they'd agreed to put the breaks on the big V for awhile, there were a million other things that Kurt was absolutely dying to explore.

"Oh, I think we can most definitely make that happen," Blaine replied, nuzzling his tingling mouth against Kurt's cheek. Loathe to part from his gorgeous boyfriend, he crushed Kurt against him in a passionate embrace before finally forcing himself away. "Let me get changed, and then we'll go and see about finding that nurse's outfit for you." Blaine undressed, carefully hanging his grandfather's uniform back in the closet. He was in his regular clothes in no time flat, holding his hand out to Kurt in invitation. "Ready?"

"Absolutely." Kurt still couldn't believe that Blaine was willing to subject himself to a shopping trip but thrilled by his boyfriend's show of faith. The costume shop boasted almost too many options, and Kurt frowned as he perused the racks. His nose wrinkled in distaste as most of the nurse outfits proved to be more appropriate for Playboy bunnies than medical professionals. In a burst of inspiration, he gave up and gave Blaine directions to the nearest army surplus store instead. That was the ticket, and soon Kurt was slipping into the dressing room and hoping that the conservative proprietors didn't notice that he was trying on not cargo pants or jackets but a nurse's dress. Unwilling to reveal themselves by jumping out in front of any employees, Kurt instead chanced ushering his boyfriend into the curtained-off dressing room with him. "Well?"

Blaine's breath caught in his throat, while his heart gave an almighty thump against his ribs. "Kurt Hummel, you know for a fact that I'm not at all turned on by drag," he started with mock seriousness, "but you look absolutely amazing!" The enclosed space of the dressing room made Blaine crushing Kurt against the nearest wall that much easier. The contact and the heat wrenched a hearty groan from the back of his throat. "If I weren't a gentleman," he whispered close to Kurt's mouth, "I would doing the most salacious things to you right now."

"Being a gentleman..." Kurt couldn't even finish the sentence. He sighed instead. "I love that you're a gentleman, actually. Damn the luck." Laughing quietly, he did steal a gentle kiss from Blaine just the same. "I don't think I can bring myself to put on a wig and make-up, but hopefully the outfit will make up for it." He couldn't help but smirk as he added, "Garters for good measure?" Kurt changed back into his own clothes and peeked out. The coast was clear, and he led the charge back out of the dressing room again. A quick trip to the register and they were on their way again. "Alright, seven thirty?" Now that the costume question was answered, Kurt found himself more than slightly eager to get to the party and have a little fun. Finn's accident had put a pall over most of the week, and Kurt wanted to blow off a little steam.