“I’ve never been into skirts, but I must admit, you look pretty hot,” Blaine whispered to Kurt when they were upstairs in his bedroom afterwards.

“It’s not a skirt, it’s a kilt!” protested Kurt, but his cries were quickly muffled by Blaine’s lips on his own, and a hand sliding up the inside of his thigh.

That was a fun night.

But today, Sunday, a week before prom, was not a good day. Because Kurt Hummel was trying on his outfit again, trying to decide whether or not it needed a sash, when he realized there was a hole in one of his shoes. And that would simply not do.

“Blaine!! There’s an emergency!!” he practically shrieks into his phone after dialing his boyfriend frantically.

“Kurt, what’s going on?! What’s wrong?!”

“We need to go shopping, stat! I need new shoes for prom!”

He hears Blaine sigh in exasperation on the other end of the line, and is kind of pissed that Blaine doesn’t realize the severity of the situation. But this is no time to argue. He has shoes to shop for!

“Are you serious? I thought you already had shoes!”

“Yeah, but one of them got a hole in it!” Kurt cries.

Blaine groans. “Okay, fine.”

“I’ll pick you up in five minutes, Blaine.”

“Alright, see you then.” Click.

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Fifteen minutes later, Blaine and Kurt are walking around the mall. Blaine’s still annoyed at Kurt for freaking him out over shoes, but he’s trying to help him pick out a new pair anyway.

“What about those ones?” he asks, pointing to a store window.

“Oh, hell no. I hate that designer.” Kurt sticks out his tongue and makes a face. “Ooh, I like these!”

“Neon pink high heels? Kurt, I don’t think those will go with your outfit.”

“Yeah, but Mercedes would look great in these!” Kurt admires the shoes for a few more seconds, then moves on.

A few minutes later, they’re in some fancy shoe store and Kurt’s trying on a pair of shoes while Blaine looks around.

“Hey, what about these?” he asks as he walks back over to his boyfriend.

Kurt’s eyes widen, he gasps, and drops the shoe he had been putting on. “Those are perfect! Beautiful!”

“Here, try them on. You’re a size 8 �, right?”

“Yeah, I am. How’d you know?” Kurt slides on one shoe, and it fits perfectly.

“Kurt, this isn’t the first time we’ve gone shoe shopping.” Blaine laughs and ruffles Kurt’s hair. Kurt doesn’t even protest at Blaine messing up his hair, he’s so excited about his new shoes. After he puts on the second one, he stands up and strikes several poses, admiring them.

“What do you think? Totally awesome, right?”

Blaine, however, was checking out Kurt’s ass more than the shoes. “What? Oh! Yeah, they’re great.”

Kurt shoots him a knowing smile, and Blaine’s cheeks burn red. Oh god.

After Kurt buys the shoes, they’re on their way back to the mall exit when Kurt spots some gorgeous prom dresses in a store window.

“Ohmygod! Blaine, look at that!” he squeals, pointing to a long, strapless glittery purple dress.

“Pretty,” is all Blaine has to say.

“Oh, come on!” Kurt rolls his eyes and grabs Blaine’s arm. “That dress is gorgeous! Admit it!”

“Alright, it’s gorgeous,” says Blaine, rolling his eyes. “But not as gorgeous as you.”

As cheesy at it is, Kurt can’t help but burst into a huge grin, and kiss his boyfriend on the cheek.

“Can we go inside and look? Just a little bit?” he begs.

“Okay, fine,” replies Blaine. Anything to make his adorable boyfriend happy.

They walk in, and Kurt babbles on about colors and styles while they peruse the dresses.

“Look at this.” Kurt holds up a long dark red dress with one strap and a long, flowing train. “I love the neckline.”

“Can I tell you something? A secret?” Blaine asks quietly.

Kurt turns to stare at him. “Yeah, of course.”

“It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“I don’t think anything could ever be as embarrassing as that one time Wes caught us dry humping on the couch in the senior commons.”

Blaine blushes. “Please don’t remind me.”

“Sorry.” Kurt kisses his forehead. “But you can tell me, don’t worry. You know I’m not going to judge you.”

Blaine nods. “Well… my whole life, I’ve always wanted to wear a dress.”

Kurt raises his eyebrows. “Really?”

Blaine bites his lip. “Umm… yeah.”

“You’ve never worn a dress?”

“Uh, no. Wait, have you?”

Kurt laughs. “Yeah, I used to wear them all the time when I was little. Not in public, my dad wouldn’t let me. But at home, I did.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not that big a deal. In fact…” Kurt glances around. “You know what? I don’t see a single salesperson walking around. Let’s do this.” He holds up the red dress to Blaine’s shoulders, judging its length. “Hmm, this is too big. You’re short.”

“Wait… what?”

“You’re going to try on dresses!”

Blaine gapes at him. “What?! Not here! Ohmygod, Kurt, no way! What if someone sees?”

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll be in the dressing room with you, so you won’t need to come out. Ha, get it? Come out.”

“Kurt, are you sure about this?”

Kurt looks him straight in the eye. “Blaine, this is prom, and I plan on pampering you like a prince. My prince. And if my prince wants to try on a dress, just once, I want to fulfill his dream.”

Blaine’s whole face lights up, and Kurt leans in and kisses his lips softly. “Will you be my prince, Blaine?”

“Forever and always,” he promises, squeezing Kurt’s hand.

“Good.” Kurt smiles. “So, back to dresses. Warm, dark colors are best on you. So, I’m thinking a dark purple or dark red. We’ll start with this red one…”

“Can I try on a short one, too?” asks Blaine shyly.

“Of course!” Kurt glances around, looking for the right dress.

“How about this one?” suggests Blaine, pointing to a short, strapless, frilly little navy blue dress.

“That’s cute, go ahead. I think I’m gonna go with this one,” says Kurt, picking a long light blue dress.

“Wait… you’re trying one on too?”

“Hey, it’s been a long time! I want to have a little fun too.”

Kurt helps Blaine pick out his size, then they head to the fitting rooms. They squeeze together in the tiny stall, locking the door and hanging up their dresses.

“Okay, try the long one first,” instructs Kurt.

Blaine takes it off its hanger, and then stares at it, puzzled. “How do I put this on?”

Kurt laughs. “Really?”

“I don’t know anything about dresses!”

“You unzip the back first,” explains Kurt, doing so. “Here, now you can step into it. Oh wait, you need to take your clothes off first. Do you know how to do that, or do you need me to help you?”

“I might need some help,” says Blaine, feigning innocence.

Kurt grins. “I can do that.” He tugs at the hem of Blaine’s tight gray shirt and slowly lifts it up, exposing the soft trails of dark hair skimming his stomach and chest. He presses little kisses up his torso as he pulls his shirt up and off. Blaine shivers, especially when Kurt reaches his neck. He sucks gently under his jaw and moves up to lick at his earlobe. Blaine can’t help but let out a low moan and he pulls Kurt’s face in for a deep kiss. He slips his tongue through Kurt’s parted lips, exploring and tasting his sweet gums and smooth teeth.

When they break the kiss, they gaze at each other for a moment, when Kurt says “Oh, right. Pants.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’d help.”

So Kurt undoes Blaine’s belt and unzips his jeans. He attempts to yank them down, but they get caught.

Kurt smirks. “Really, Blaine? At the mall?”

Blaine blushes, embarrassed. “Oh, be quiet. You’re… you’re sexy, I can’t help it!”

“Alrighty then,” says Kurt with a grin. He tries again, successfully lifting the front of his jeans over Blaine’s hard-on this time. He helps Blaine step out of them, and then cups his hand around Blaine’s dick. Blaine shudders a little and can’t help but thrust his hips forward into Kurt’s hand.

“Let’s save this for later,” Kurt whispers in this quiet little sexy voice Blaine didn’t even know he had. “Tonight, at my house.”

“I- uh- okay.”

Kurt takes the long red dress and unzips the back, then holds it up for Blaine to step into. Once he does, Kurt pulls it up, helps him slide his arm through the one strap, then zips up the back.

Blaine turns to look at his reflection in the mirror and bursts into laughter. Even though Kurt got a smaller size, the dress is still too long and drags on the ground. The chest area droops emptily around Blaine’s torso awkwardly, and the neckline, rather than showing off cleavage, shows off Blaine’s tufts of chest hair.

Kurt can’t help but laugh too. “Actually, you look pretty hot,” he comments, kissing Blaine’s cheek.

“Thanks.” Blaine twirls around, fascinated by how the skirt fans out around him. “Dude, this is so cool. There’s a nice little breeze down there! Why can’t us guys have that?”

“That’s why I’m wearing a kilt!”

“Dude, you need to get me one too.”

“If you’d let me know sooner, I would have made you one too!” says Kurt. “Maybe next year.”

“Yeah, next year.” Blaine squeezes his boyfriend’s hand.

“Ready to try on the next one?”

“Yeah.”

Kurt hands him the short navy blue dress. “Do you understand it now? You just need to unzip it first, step into it, and be careful with the straps.”

“I think so.”

“Okay. Then I’ll try on mine too,” says Kurt, taking the light blue dress off its hanger.

“Oh man, I’m really excited to see you in a dress,” Blaine giggles.

“I’m going to look fabulous. You should be excited.”

They both take a couple minutes to put on their dresses. Blaine finishes first, since Kurt still had to take his clothes off (which he would have asked Blaine to help with, but his boyfriend was having way too much fun with his dress to distract him).

“Ohmygod, I love this!” Blaine spins, giggling at the ruffly skirt flying around him.

“Aww, you look adorable!” says Kurt. This dress is very feminine, and it clearly doesn’t fit around Blaine’s hips or chest, but he still looks super cute, somehow. Blaine’s pretty masculine for a gay teen, but Kurt’s never really gotten to see this girly side of him.

“Look at this! My legs are so free! It almost feels like they’re naked.”

“I know, isn’t it nice?”

“Yeah, it feels great! Guys should be allowed to wear skirts too.”

“Agreed. Blaine, you’re not going to go all drag queen on me, are you?”

Blaine laughs. “Nah. Well, not yet, anyway.”

“I guess we could have run for prom king and queen, if you did.”

“Next year.” Blaine winks.

“Will you zip me up?”

“Yeah, sure.” Kurt turns around and Blaine pulls up the back zipper. “Wow, Kurt, you look gorgeous!”

Kurt’s dress is a pale sky blue, with a glittery bust and poofy skirt. Of course it doesn’t fit around his chest, but other than that, it looks great, skimming over his body smoothly like a waterfall.

“Thanks,” replies Kurt, smiling at his reflection. “You’re right, I do. I love this dress. Reminds me of Cinderella.”

“Yeah, it does!” agrees Blaine.

“Except I don’t really want to go to prom in a pumpkin carriage.”

“Why not? Beats a limo.”

“Yeah, but what if there were still pits and that slimy stuff inside? Gross. There’s no way I’d lose one of my shoes, though.”

“Well, if you did happen to lose a glass slipper, I’d knock on every door in every single kingdom in the world to find you and return it,” Blaine promises.

Kurt rolls his eyes, but can’t help but press a kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “You’re sweet.”

“I know.” Blaine wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and hugs him tightly.

When they break apart, they decide it’s probably time to change back into their clothes and head home. But not without taking pictures first. Kurt snaps a dozen photos of both of them in different poses and at different angles, promising to email them to Blaine later.

“That was really fun. Thanks, Kurt,” says Blaine as he reties his shoes, now fully clothed again.

“No problem. You were deprived, and I was there to save you.”

“Really, though. I’ve been ashamed of that for years… so I really appreciate that you won’t judge me.”

“Blaine, you know I’ll never judge you for anything,” says Kurt softly, laying a hand on his shoulder. “I love you with all my heart, no matter what.”

Blaine looks up from his shoe into Kurt’s loving eyes.

“I love you too, with all my heart, always.”

They leave the fitting room together with the three dresses… to come face to face with Rachel Berry.

She gasps, staring at the dresses in their hands. “Uh… Kurt? Blaine? What are you guys doing?”

“What does it look like?” replies Kurt.

“Trying on prom dresses?!”

“There’s your answer.” Kurt winks. “See you at Glee club tomorrow!”

She just stands there, gaping, as Kurt and Blaine walk off.

“Ohmygod, I can’t believe it,” Blaine whispers. “Of all the people who could have been in this store, it had to be Rachel fucking Berry?!”

“You’re complaining? I go to school with her!”

“Oh, man. Hopefully she won’t say anything.”

“I doubt it,” says Kurt. “She’s generally pretty open minded. But I’m sure she won’t forget that for a long, long time.”

“Yeah. Now, where were these dresses?”

Kurt looks around. “Oh, in that corner over there.” They find where their dresses had been and hang them back up. Blaine can’t help but notice that Kurt’s left behind a shiny brown hair on the back of his light blue dress, caught in the glitter, but Kurt’s in a hurry to get away from Rachel, so he doesn’t say anything.

“One week,” Kurt says to Blaine when they’re in the car, pulling out of the parking lot.

“One week.” Blaine smiles. “Can’t wait.”