Kurt was most definitely going to have a terribly bad hair day once this claustrophobia inducing mask was off. There was nothing pleasant about being able to feel your own breath against your skin and truthfully there was an inch of self consciousness rushing through Kurt’s mind, because this was definitely tight and no quite so layered as he was used to. In fact it was like he’d just pulled on another layer of skin as he hovered around Blaine’s doorway, nervously looking around with slightly impared vision due to the mesh-like mask’s failure in design when it came to actually allowing Kurt to not only breathe, but see. In fact, the only plus to the suit was that it was incredibly boiling and judging the temperature outside, that was most definitely more than welcome. As the door opened, Kurt fixed a smile on his face before remembering it wouldn’t be registered at all; although truthfully, who could resist smiling in such a smitten way at the flawless and exceptionally handsome man standing there with such a quirky Don Lockwood look. “I was just looking for a Mr. Lockwood…” Kurt mumbled through the fabric, huffing at the muffled sound slightly before shaking his head with a small chuckle and taking the black tie delicately between his fingers and stepping closer. In fact, maybe he was too close, maybe Blaine’s lack of personal space boundaries was wearing off on him, but he’d never, not once in his life, felt comfortable enough to do so without turning incredibly red; well, to be fair, his outward appearance was already red and his skin was flushed from the heat of the seemingly thermal outfit. He tied the tie quickly, perfectly and efficiently, letting his fingers linger just a little moment longer as he tightened it to nestle against the space in the collar. “Maybe that’s something else I’ll just have to teach you.” Kurt chuckled again, softly, flattening the material against Blaine’s chest fondly. “You look great.” 

The musician couldn't help but to smile at Kurt's response, barely able to understand his muffled words as his lips faltered and he finally let out an amused laugh. As Blaine sought to fix his tie and gradually just felt confused about what he was doing wrong, he was more then thankful when Kurt approached him and took the material from his hands. He smiled lightly and gave the man a quick glance as the actor expertly did his tie, hips holding it's expression even as he tightened it and flattened the tie against his chest. "I'd appreciate that...though you'd think I'd be able to do it myself with as many ties I wear," he grinned ironically before his expression softened, "But thank you, and may I - in turn - comment on how great of a Spiderman you are?" Blaine turned to grab his grey rain coat, slipping his arms through the sleeves and shrugging it over his shoulders whilst picking up the umbrella that was leaning against his desk. Returning his attention to Kurt he swung the umbrella so it rested against his shoulder and took up the theater major's hand with his own free one, lacing their fingers together comfortably as he looked up to meet his gaze, "Ready to go?" He smiled charmingly and started for the door, letting Kurt out first before shutting behind the both of them. Walking down the hallway he tilted his head a little towards the individual beside him, thinking for a moment until he came to a stop and placed himself in front of the actor, "You know...while you do make an amazing Spiderman I can't stand to not be able to see your beautiful face." The music major smiled softly and put his umbrella down to lean it against the corridor wall before returning to Kurt, his eyes watching him for a moment until he reached up to gently pull the mask over his face. When he had managed to release his admittedly adorable and messy hair from the confines of the mask he let his lips brighten from the previous expression and tucked the material into his coat pocket. Blaine picked up his umbrella and grabbed his hand once more, his fingers comfortably intertwining with other's as they continued on down the hallway.