Kurt leads Blaine back into the stock room – or… he tries to, at least.� Blaine stops short just outside the door, looking up at the sign that expressly forbids him to walk back there.� He clears his throat a bit, drawing Kurt’s attention back to him, and points up.� Kurt gives him a questioning look before remembering the sign and just shakes his head with a laugh.

“You can come back here, as long as you’re with a consultant.”� With a flourish, he gestures to his nametag that, not too surprisingly, reads: Kurt (Consultant).� “We just don’t allow families to wander back here on their own to look through the stock.� They can wander the floor, but not here.”

Blaine gives a little “Ahh” and follows Kurt into the room.� They walk past what seems like an endless number of dresses in all sorts of colors – White, Ivory, Cream, Eggshell – and all sorts of styles – Ball Gown, Mermaid, A-line.� They head into the very back right corner, a walk that feels like it lasts forever, before Kurt stops.

“These,” he says, holding his arm out towards the rack, “are our sheath dresses.� Normally I’d direct you to a certain part of the rack based on price, but… I suppose that isn’t an issue here, is it?”

Shaking his head a bit, Blaine gives a quiet chuckle.� “Not really, no.� Rachel pretty much gets whatever she wants.� She’s the princess.”

Kurt begins ruffling through dresses, pulling one out towards him to examine.� With a soft hum, he slides the dress back into the rack.� It’s not right.

“And what about you?” he asks, turning to look at Blaine.� “Does that make you the prince?”

Blaine also pushes a dress back into the rack.� As if he’s startled by the question, he turns to look at Kurt with wide eyes, but then promptly turns back to the dresses.� “No, not quite,” he mumbles.

He obviously notices Kurt’s questioning gaze, the way he’s paused in rifling through the dresses and cocked his head to the side, because he sighs and continues speaking.

“It’s nothing, really.� We’re both grown and have moved out, so it’s not even an issue anymore.”

Kurt clicks his tongue a bit and finally pulls a dress off the rack, draping it over his arm.� It’s a little old fashioned – completely lace with little cap sleeves – but for a girl so entrenched in theatre (which is not exactly a new pursuit), perhaps it’ll be just right, he thinks.� He’s excited to see her in it, at least.

“It’s never nothing, Blaine,” he finally says.� “Not with a sigh like that.� Now come on, spill.”� He angles his body towards the other man, pausing in his dress searching to really look at him.

His shoulders are tight, drawn together much more harshly than you’d imagine for such a happy occasion.� After all, Blaine seems to be close to his sister, and he seems to be happy for her.� The thought idly flashes through Kurt’s mind of how quiet Blaine had been out on the floor.� Arms crossed over his chest, curling back into the couch, awkwardly glancing to the side waiting for someone else to speak up.� He wonders why.� And it isn’t his place to pry, really – Rachel is supposed to be his concentration right now – but there’s something about this boy that draws him in.

And it’s not just the fact that he’s gorgeous either.

Blaine rolls his eyes, almost a bit playfully, before turning to Kurt.� “Have you ever heard of a surprise twin?”

Kurt shakes his head, readjusting the plastic bag on his arm.

“There are rare cases,” Blaine begins, tucking a loose curl back behind his ear, “and trust me, they are very rare, where the parents are unaware that they’re having twins.� Sometimes one of the babies will somehow always be in front of the other when they do a sonogram – and if the parents have no reason to suspect twins, then they won’t really listen close enough to hear the faint heartbeat of the baby behind the other.”

It’s finally beginning to sink in, just what Blaine has had to deal with his entire life.� “They didn’t know you were coming,” he says.

Blaine gives him a soft sort of smile.� “Rachel’s always loved the spotlight,” he says, shrugging a bit.� He turns back to the dress rack, and Kurt figures that’s going to be the end of their conversation.� He turns back as well, flipping through the dresses in silence.� It’s just starting to get a bit awkward when Blaine speaks up again.

“It’s not like they didn’t love both of us, or anything.� It’s just – it’s weird growing up always being the kid that wasn’t planned for.� We were ‘Rachel and our little surprise’ more than we were ‘Rachel and Blaine’ growing up.”� He pulls out a dress and begins looking it over in closer detail, his brows furrowing a bit.� “Our fathers are amazing men, and I don’t hold anything against them or anything, but they’ve just always held her on a bit of a pedestal.”� Apparently satisfied with the dress, he holds it out to Kurt for him to look over.� “This is no different,” he says, finishing his story.

The smile plastered on his face seems final – plastered and fake – and Kurt grabs the dress from him gently and drapes it over his arm.� It’s beautiful, yes, but honestly, the dresses aren’t his focus anymore.

“Why don’t we look on the other side of this rack?” he says.� “Just push through the dresses here and I’ll meet you on the other side, okay?� I’m just going to grab a cart for these,” he says, raising his arms to gesture to the garments laying there.

Blaine blinks, surprised by the sudden change in topic.� His face falls a bit, back into more of a neutral state, but he nods and disappears into the rack.

Kurt walks briskly down the aisle, grabbing a cart that rests a few feet away.� He’s just starting to hang up the clothes when Blaine’s confused voice sounds out from behind the dresses.

“Uhh, Kurt?� What – what other dresses are you talking about?”

Glancing about the room one last time (they are alone, and he’s never been happier with how busy this store is, seeing as all other consultants must be in with clients), he ducks through the dresses as well.

There’s nothing there – Blaine is right about that.� The only thing behind the dresses are more empty carts and locked doors leading to storage rooms full of new purchases or old model dresses that they no longer sell.

“There aren’t any,” he says, his voice soft.� “I just wanted to get away from the cameras.”� He nods his head toward a few cameras on either wall.� They’re angled in towards the dresses, this small empty aisle just out of reach of the lenses.� He used to find it a bit of a lapse in security, but he’s never been more grateful for it than now.

Blaine swallows, suddenly looking nervous.� “And why, pray tell, are we hiding from cameras?”

Kurt smiles at him, and tries to resist the urge to reach up and tuck one of those stupidly adorable curls back into place.� And god, he has no idea when he fell this hard (sometime during the tell-all life story, he assumes), but it’s suddenly incredibly hard to tear his eyes away from this boy.� He hardly knows him,� but he really wants to.� He wants to know what makes him tick, what makes him smile, what makes him fall apart.� He wants-

“I want you to know that you’re not invisible,” Kurt says.

Blaine blinks, confused, and glances side to side again.� “So… you took me to a place nobody can see?� Doesn’t that kind of defeat the purpose?”

Ducking his head to hide his smile, Kurt just shakes his head.� “No, silly.� It just means I won’t lose my job.”

Blaine is just looking more confused by the minute.� “Why would you lose your job?� I don’t – Kurt, what’s going on?”

He doesn’t answer.� He doesn’t really even give him any time to react.� He just crosses the space between them in a few short strides and slides a hand up to cup Blaine’s cheek, tilting his head back slightly until he brings his own down to meet Blaine’s lips in a gentle kiss.