Blaine, of course, was all smiles, acting like this was the best idea he ever had, while Kurt, of course, thought the exact opposite. He hated it, he really did. He spent all his time trying to avoid situations like this, and here was Blaine, practically dragging him into it. But despite himself and what the voice in his head was screaming, Kurt knew Blaine was right. If he ever wanted get better - truly better - he had to get back into the habit. No one said it'd be easy, but he had to at least try.

They stopped in the middle, looking around at their choices.

"So where to?" Blaine asked. "Macy's? Sears? Maybe some Abercrombie and Fitch? They just opened up an American Eagle at the far end."

Kurt shifted nervously, his eyes wondering. So many people. So, so many people. In reality, they were all just minding their own business, but to Kurt, each and every one of them were watching him, gawking - like they knew his little secret.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, breaking Kurt from his thoughts.

"What? I-I don't care, just choose."

"Kurt-" Blaine breathed, though Kurt cut him off.

"Just choose, Blaine!" Kurt hissed quietly. "The faster we do this, the faster we can go home." He added, mostly to himself.

Sighing, Blaine looked around, trying to find somewhere most fitted. Smiling at his choice, Blaine took Kurt's hand, leading him to the store. Kurt looked around, wondering if anyone saw this action, though he never pulled away. Looking up, Kurt caught the word "Forever21" before being tugged inside.

He had never been in the store before, since it was only added last summer. Rachel mentioned going in once or twice, though it really wasn't her style, stating it was more for hipster than vintage.

"Hmmm, I like this." Blaine said, looking around.

Removing his hand from Blaine's grasp, Kurt glanced around. Everything was off the shoulder, or silly tee-shirts, or anything with stripes. They went deeper into the store, coming upon the men's section. It wasn't tacky, so to say. Some outfits were actually very well put together, but it just wasn't Kurt's style. Well, at least what his style used to be. Oh how he used to rock the bowties and scarves. Marc Jacobs was his lover and Alexander McQueen was his bitch. Now he hung around with Levi jeans, or even by chance, some cheap H&M style tee's.

Kurt turned towards Blaine, hearing a sharp gasp. Blaine's eyes were fixated on the mannequin in front of him. It was pretty plan: it wore a white and blue stripped sailor shirt, boat shoes, khakis, and a blazer.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"This blazer . . . is fabulous!"

"Huh?" Kurt lifted a brow and watched as his friend went around, and continued to gasp after every blazer he found.

"Kurt, do you see all these? They're amazing!" Blaine gushed, taking one off the rack and placing it around himself.

Kurt remained silent, watching Blaine run around the section like a kid in a candy shop. Grabbing am arm full, Blaine ran off to the dressing room, nearly tripping on the way. Kurt followed, taking a seat beside the mirror. Blaine came out shortly after, modeling one of the blazers.

"You really have a thing for blazers, don't you?" Kurt questioned, smirking slightly.

"What can I say, I went to private school." Blaine shrugged, heading back to his cubby, replacing the first blazer with a second one. "Besides, don't deny the fact that I look incredibly sexy in one."

Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling fondly. "Maybe, but not in that one." Said Kurt.

Blaine cocked his head, looking back and forth between his reflection in the mirror and Kurt. "What's wrong with it?" He questioned, pulling it tighter.

Kurt shrugged. "It's just ugly."

"Oh, come on! You can't say 'it's just ugly'!" Blaine argued. "What's wrong with it?"

Kurt stared blankly at the blazer. There was a lot Kurt could say, but he refused to say any of it. "Bad color." He answered instead.

Leaving with a huff, Blaine returned with another blazer. "How about this one?"

"Meh."

"Come on! If you're going to be against it, I want answers! Real ones!"

Kurt sighed, crossing his legs as he leaned back against his chair. "The stitching is all wrong." He told him. "It should be double, rather than triple, and it just makes it look bigger than it actually is."

Blaine went back to the cub and switched blazers. One after another Kurt found some kind of flaw in them. Ugly color, wrong stitching, too many buttons, not enough button - the list just went on. By the time they finished, Blaine ran out of blazers to try on.

"Why don't you look and find one since you're so picky!" Blaine asked tiredly.

Kurt hesitated, but looked around. There had to be one that fit his approval. Lord, Kurt forgot how fussy he was when it came to clothing. Back when he went shopping, it would either be the best or he'd make his own styles, which of course, to him, were better than the originals. What could he say? He had amazing taste.

Finally, Kurt came up upon a blazer that wasn't too horrible. It was black with silver buttons. Very plain and simple, but perfect for Blaine. Grabbing Blaine's size, he headed back to the dressing room.

"Here, this should do." He said nonchalantly, passing it onto Blaine, who placed it on quickly. "See? Good stitching; the color goes well with your complexion, and it's the perfect length."

"Ya think?" Blaine asked, modeling himself in the mirror.

"It's not thinking, Blaine, it's knowing. Trust me, this is the one."

Blaine turned then, smiling brightly. "You're right." He announced. "You're a genius, Kurt!"

Kurt smiled softly, rolling his eyes. "Yes, yes. Now go buy it so we can go home! This place gives me headaches."

After purchasing the blazer, the boys made their way out of the mall. Kurt sighed with relief, thankful Blaine didn't want to check out any other stores.

"So, did you have fun?" Blaine asked, taking his place in the drivers seat.

Kurt looked to him, a brow raised. "As much fun as Finn would have at a day spa." He murmured, buckling his seatbelt.

"Come on, it wasn't that bad. You practically made it your mission to find me a blazer you approved of."

"Well, excuse me for not watching to walk around with someone dressed like an absolute fool."

"Suuuuuuuure." Blaine laughed. "Whatever you say, Kurt."

Not wanting to continue the argument, Kurt looked out the window, his arms folded across his chest. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, shopping with Blaine today brought him back to the old days, back when he used to own the mall and rock every outfit he found. Today meant nothing, and he knew that. The only reason he helped Blaine out was because each blazer he chose looked beyond hideous. But then again, unknown to Kurt, that was exactly what Blaine had in mind.

Who would've known it'd actually work?