Kurt sat on the end of his oversized, four-poster, king sized bed and sighed. This was the fifteenth time in about as many years that Kurt had tried to redecorate his room. His personal style was always changing, fashion transforming and evolving with every passing trend. Even his design studio had gone under the knife a couple of times, thanks to a generous benefactor and the help of Nicks talented eye. So, why was it his room remained untouched, safe from the ever changing whims and fancies of one Kurt Hummel?

The reason was actually pretty clear. The whole room, from carpet to ceiling, was a gift from Blaine, decorated in surprise and secret to Kurts exacting standards. But even he had to admit that the Dior Orchid walls were a little more than last season, the pale gray carpet looked a little more worse for the wear, and the sheer white curtains, though meticulously cleaned were starting to yellow.

Blaine wrapped a comforting arm around Kurts waist. Kurt leaned a head against Blaines shoulder.

"You could always lighten the walls up just a bit," Blaine suggested.

Kurt shook his head and sighed.

"No. You have to be committed to a color like orchid. Its like a religion. Otherwise, I might as well just go down to the Home Depot and buy any other God awful shade of purple and slap it up there."

Blaines lips twitched into a small grin. He didnt want to chuckle, not when Kurt looked so distressed.

"Okay, then maybe we can just go ahead and replace the carpet…"

Blaine heard a soft gasp. He rolled his eyes fondly.

"Well get the same color," Blaine amended, "just new. How about that?"

Another shake of the head.

"They discontinued this color years ago, and Ive never been able to find on that matches perfectly. So, no."

Blaines eyes swept the room. Kurt kept his room fairly minimalist – no art on the walls except for a few beloved pictures, and not a lot of furniture. So, in reality, there wasnt much he could add or take away that would change the overall look of the room without making a major overhaul.

Kurt had already re-done most of the house, and the backyard. The living room had undergone several facelifts already. The dining room was so far removed from the original décor, Blaine could barely recall that the walls had originally been caramel in color. And the kids rooms…well, three of them were gone already, and the fourth, little Elphaba, was on the verge of flying the coop. Those three rooms hadnt been immune.

Blaine knew the rapidly emptying house was what this desire to remodel was mostly about.

Kurt, ever the dom, needed something to control.

This room seemed, in some strange way, to be the last piece of the puzzle, and yet it remained locked in the past.

Kurts eyes fell on the vanity in the corner. His mothers vanity.

"Maybe its time," Kurt breathed. "Maybe I should just get around to replacing that old thing."

Kurt stood up and approached it slowly. He ran his hands reverently over the smooth surface and smiled. He could almost hear the echoes of his past when he touched it. He remembered the first time him mother sat him on her lap to watch as she carefully applied her makeup, how she would spray her perfume and deliberately hit him instead, her infectious laugh at the way his nose scrunched up and his eyes squeezed shut.

"No," Blaine said defiantly. "No, that I will not agree to."

Kurt smiled. Of course, he would never replace his mothers vanity. It was just nice to hear a little of Blaines own dominant nature come through every once in a while.

"Okay," Kurt said, turning on his heel to face Blaine, "Im not leaving this room without changing something, so what? What do I change?"

Blaine stood up and spun around slowly, finger tapping his chin.

"The curtains," he said finally. "Well change the curtains."

"Fine," Kurt said, his mouth set in a thin line. "Lets go to the fabric store so I can get started.

"Great." Blaine took his doms arm, "what were you thinking?"

"Im thinking…sheer…and white…"

Blaine stopped short.

"Kurt," he whined, "but the old curtains are sheer and white!"

"Yes," Kurt said sagely, "but theyre mostly sheer and more of an arctic white. I was thinking of something a little less sheer, and closer to a cream color."

Kurt kissed Blaine on the cheek, his eyes dancing with excitement at the idea.

"Youll love it," Kurt promised. "Itll be a new take on a classic."