The house was quiet. When you would walk in, you would think no one was awake. Except there was one person working through the night. A low light was glowing from under the closed door.

Kurt was putting the last finishes at the costume for Blaine. His tongue was hanging a little out of his mouth while he was concentrating on the task in front of him.

With a smile he looked at the finished work on the mannequin beside him. He had to admit it, he was proud of himself and he couldn't wait to see Blaine wear it tomorrow for the last fitting.

He gave the mannequin a last look and closed the lights. Ready for a peaceful night of sleep.

Blaine walked into the kitchen. It was still early but it was part of the plan. He was going to make breakfast on bed for Kurt. He knew Kurt had worked very hard the past week. And he was so excited to see himself wear the creation for the first time today.

The past week had been amazing. Between the working, they had found the time to get to know each other and Kurt was amazing. He had learned so much about Kurt the past few days and he just didn't want him to go just yet.

Blaine made some pancakes and cut a bit of fruit into a bowl. He placed the fresh fruit juice onto the tray and carefully balanced it into the room.

A smile formed on his face when he saw Kurt hugging the pillow against his chest. He looked beautiful and Blaine couldn't deny it after the past few days. He didn't want to admit it just yet but Kurt, he was something else.

Blaine placed the tray onto the bureau. In the corner of the room he saw the finished suits. One for him, one for Kurt. They worked well together. And there were so many details, like the buttons, the tie and the bowtie.

Carefully he walked over to the bed. He took a seat next to him and went with his hand through Kurt's hair. “Kurt, time to wake up.”

Kurt mumbled something he was sure was not even English and turned around. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine. Blaine chuckled. He didn't mind playing Kurt's human pillow for a bit but breakfast would turn cold. “Kurt, as much as I don't mind playing your human pillow, I brought food and it will turn cold.”

Kurt opened one eye at the word food. “You said food?”

Blaine chuckled. “Yes, pancakes to be exact. Now let me get the tray as comfy as the cuddling is.”

Kurt removed his arms and turned bright red. He looked away while Blaine took the tray and walked back to the bed. He took his seat again and carefully balanced the tray on his legs.

“Take whatever you want,” said Blaine.

Kurt took the fork and knife and cut a little piece of pancake for himself. When the piece hit his tongue, he let out a low moan. “This is amazing Blaine!”

Blaine smiled. “Glad you like it. See it as a thank you for helping me out with a fashion drama.”

Kurt giggled at it. “You are so theatric sometimes Blaine.”

“You love it,” said Blaine flirty while he wiggled his eyebrows.

Kurt just rolled his eyes. “You keep thinking that Blaine.”

Blaine took a knife and fork for his own and they started eating in a comfortable silence. It was something both boys enjoyed more than they were willing to admit.

Blaine started wiggling himself into the tight pants Kurt had created. They looked amazing on the mannequin but Blaine hadn't realized how tight they would be.

Kurt was giggling from where he was sitting behind him. “Blaine they aren't that tight.”

Blaine huffed at him. “Says the guy who works around with pants that look like they are painted on your skin. I'm still not even sure if you are really wearing pants are just trolling all of us.”

Kurt started laughing so hard, he almost fell of his seat. “Oh my god. That would be hilarious.”

Blaine smiled and let out a sheer of triumph when his ass finally was in the pants. He buttoned the dress shirt and placed the jacket carefully above it. To finish it, he tied the bowtie around his neck.

He turned around at Kurt who looked at him with his mouth open. “It looks even nicer than I imagined.”

Blaine chuckled. “Can I now see it myself?”

Kurt shook his head. “No, that's for opening night.”

That was the moment Blaine started pouting and whining. “But Kuuuurt, I have to know if I look as hot as the fans say.”

A cheeky grin spread on his face. “I'm sure you will Blaine. Don't you trust me?” Kurt said when he was just an inch away from Blaine's face.

Blaine's breath caught when he looked in Kurt's eyes. They were so close yet so far away. “Always,” Blaine said in an almost whisper.

Kurt smiled at him and started walking around Blaine. “I think the length is just right. The pants are just the right size to fit. I think it's done. Now carefully get out of those pants Blaine. If you ruin it, I will probably hunt you down.”

A chuckle escaped Blaine's lips as he carefully removed the clothes and got back into his normal ones.

“I have to ask you a favor,” said Kurt. Blaine looked at him curious. “Sure, you can ask.”

Kurt bit his lip and looked at him through his eyelashes. “I want to fix your hair tomorrow for the red carpet. I know how to style it perfectly so it looks well with the suit.”

A little pout formed on his lips and it made Blaine unable to say no even though he hated it when people touched his hair.

“How can I say no when you stand there pouting like it's the most important thing in the world?” said Blaine in a mockingly tone.

“You can't!” said Kurt with a big smile.

Kurt wrapped Blaine into a tight hug. “Thank you for everything Blaine.”

Blaine hugged him a little tighter. “You never have to thank me Kurt.”