Well. Fuck. This is awkward. And of course Kurt had to wear an outfit that reveals a lot of skin. Look, he’s always dressed to impress and this hot Los Angeles weather gives him a lot of opportunities to be a bit slutty if he wants to.

This isn’t even his final outfit!

Yet, he can see Blaine gulp.

Kurt decides to change topics. He nods towards the direction Tim and Kamelah went to.

“So, they’re together?”

“Yeah. I don’t understand it either, but they’re happy. Being forced to work extra hours apparently gave them more time to… uh… confess their feelings.”

“Right.” This isn’t working. Better to rip-off the band-aid. “Look, Blaine-”

“I’m sorry!” Blaine cuts him off. “I shouldn’t- I mean, Cooper was just really pissing me off and I didn’t mean to say that. I can understand if you don’t feel the same about me.”

Wait a second? Isn’t this Kurt’s line?

“I meant what I said. I would never try to just hit on you, especially since you’re practically my boss,” Blaine continues, unaware of Kurt’s confusion, “I thought I could be professional through the entire ordeal, but no, Cooper made me say it because he was angry when he found out I wanted to buy his share and it escalated! I understand why you ran away. I also would freak out if, I don’t know, Faarax suddenly admits to having feelings for me-”

“Blaine, shut up! What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I…. uh…”

“I ran away because I thought you said you’d never ever like, or love, me. I felt rejected!” Kurt exclaims.

“Who in the right mind would reject you?” Blaine blurts out. Then the skin above his mask turns red. “I never would and- wait.” Blaine’s eyes widen. “You like me?”

“Yeah!” Kurt says, “Why do you think I showed up every day. I wanted to be around you.”

“Oh. Huh.”

Then Blaine’s eyes light up.

“Cooper was right, you know. I did have an ulterior motive. I wanted to see you too.”

“Really?” Kurt breathes out.

“Really. I accepted a ludicrous assignment and I made all my employees work longer hours in order to have you around.”

Kurt can’t believe what he’s hearing. Maybe he shouldn’t have run out earlier today, because he now definitely missed some context. He leans closer. It’s not as if anyone here is keeping a six foot distance anyway.

Fuck, if he’s really daring, he might take off Blaine’s mask to finally kiss him. He might-

“Kurt?”

Both Kurt and Blaine turn their heads. Artie is rolling towards them.

“Uh. The guest of honour has arrived.”

“Right. Shit,” Kurt mutters. He lets out a shaky laugh. “I have to go.”

“Of course,” Blaine says, sounding disappointed.

“But, uhm, maybe you can go home, get changed into something fancy, and come back?” Kurt suggests. He looks at Blaine, who is wearing his bakery jacket and there’s some fondant on it. He still looks gorgeous. “After all, I can invite a plus one.”

“Y-yeah?” Blaine asks.

Kurt squeezes Blaine’s hand.

“Yeah.”

Blaine practically runs away to get changed. Kurt smiles and he feels hopeful.

Then he calls his assistant.

“Tell James Charles that I have to cancel and please replace his name on the guest list with Blaine Anderson.”

It’s not like Kurt wanted to ask James. James’s team insisted on it for PR purposes. Kurt doesn’t care. Fuck James.

This is all working out for Kurt.