�Blaine Anderson, we’ve got work to do!’ Kurt announced as soon as they entered his room after a pleasant Friday night dinner in the Hudson-Hummel household, ignoring the ‘door open boys’ call his dad gave from downstairs. He nudged at the door until it was what could barely be accepted as ‘open’. But it was open after all.

Blaine sat down on Kurt’s bed while Kurt turned on the TV, switching the channel to MTV for some background music.

‘We do?’ Blaine said curiously, crossing his legs.

‘Of course!’ Kurt replied, spinning on his heels. ‘We have only a little over two weeks left and we have to consider that we may have to make the costumes ourselves.’

‘Costumes?’

‘For Halloween, Blaine’ Kurt said impatiently.

Blaine’s face lit up, whether in anticipation or understanding, Kurt couldn’t tell.

‘We’re dressing up for Halloween?’

Kurt frowned. ‘What made you think I’d miss out on a chance to wear whatever I want for once without anyone judging me?’ He walked towards Blaine.

‘Are we going trick or treating too?’

Kurt hesitated. Blaine reached out and took Kurt’s hands in his.

‘Come on. What’s the whole point of dressing up if we don’t go out and show our costumes around?’

‘People will see us at school. And besides aren’t we a little bit too old for this?’

‘Nah.’ Blaine insisted, tugging at Kurt’s hands. ‘I’ve never heard that there’s an age limit. And Mike and Tina are going too. Pretty please? It’s gonna be so much fun!’ Kurt still was reluctant. He groaned when Blaine made his ridiculous pouty-face, because it looked so adorable and he simply couldn’t resist that face and Blaine knew that, and Blaine took advantage of it.

‘Fine we’re going. But I get all the mints. And we’re wearing matching costumes!’

‘Deal’ Blaine said with a huge grin and Kurt brought their faces together for a chaste kiss.

‘So costumes. We still need ideas. And please don’t come up with anything like zombies, vampires or mummies. That’s tacky; we need to be more original.’

‘Pirates?’

‘Blaine!’

‘Sorry.’, Blaine chuckled, his eyes searching the room for ideas. ‘How about Sweeney Todd?’ He said, his eyes glued to Kurt’s DVD shelf. ‘I could be Sweeney and you could be, uh, Anthony or something.’

Kurt raised an eyebrow. ‘You really don’t hide that crush on Jamie Campbell Bower well, you know.’

‘I- I do not have a crush on Jamie Campbell Bower!’ Blaine sputtered, his blush indicating otherwise. Kurt smirked. ‘Yeah, the reason you booked tickets for the midnight showing of ‘Anonymous’ is that you appreciate Shakespeare.’

Blaine looked like he was caught and flushed even deeper. ‘It’s quite adorable, actually’, Kurt said.

‘Hey, I’m not mad’ he assured him, when Blaine started muttering things like ‘handsome, nice hair’ and something that sounded like ‘Taylor Lautner’. ‘At least we both have something to look at when we’re watching New Moon. ‘

‘Anyway that doesn’t bring us any further with our costumes. Any other suggestions?’

Blaine’s face lit up with an idea. ‘How about this: We go with Mike and Tina and dress up as the Beatles!’

‘Honey, I appreciate their music, I really do, but I can so not rock that haircut … and neither can you’ he added, tugging at Blaine’s neatly gelled curls.

Blaine started thinking again, biting his lower lip. He made a few further suggestions, but none of them satisfied his boyfriend.

‘This doesn’t work!’ Kurt groaned flopping down on the bed next to Blaine, his head tangling from the end.

Blaine looked down at him.

‘Okay, let’s get this together. We need costumes that are original and/or individual. Something not everyone expects. And something matching.’

‘Rocky Horror?’

‘I’m never wearing that Riff-Raff wig again, it’s so itchy. And if you fancy going out there in a corset, please go ahead.’

Blaine sighed deeply. ‘And what if I borrowed Finn’s or Mike’s football stuff and you got out your kicker uniform or your cheerio outfit?’

Kurt frowned has he noticed the hopeful tone to Blaine’s voice. When Blaine had found out that Kurt was a cheerio, he’d insisted that Kurt put the uniform on. Kurt was confused at first, but he did as he was asked to and after he had changed Blaine had stared at him, jaw slack, before practically launching himself at him and kissing him into oblivion.

Kurt forced himself to concentrate on the costume issue again, his eyes wandering to the TV.

‘We could go as Warblers’, Blaine suggested lamely. Kurt sat up straight. ‘This is perfect!’ He turned and grabbed Blaine’s shoulders.

‘I – that was a joke, I didn’t really mean – but –‘

‘What?’ Kurt was confused for a moment. ‘No, no, of course we’re not going as Warblers. This is perfect!’ he said, gesturing towards the TV.

Blaine stared at it. There was a promo playing, announcing a season’s finale on next Thursday. The season finale of –‘

‘Jersey Shore!’ Kurt said excitedly. Blaine raised both his eyebrows.

Kurt looked a little disappointed at Blaine’s lack of enthusiasm. But the idea was already forming. ‘You should totally go as Mike.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘Aw, come on, you’re not as well-mannered as you pretend!’

Blaine gasped in mock-hurt. ‘I’m every mother-in-law’s dream. My manners are impeccable.’

‘Then go as Pauly D, at least we don’t have to buy you hair gel then.’

Blaine boxed Kurt’s side playfully, but Kurt just laughed.

‘Okay, assuming I go as The Situation, what about you? Will you be Ronnie or Vinnie?’

Kurt shrugged. ‘I can’t really pull them off, right? I mean I don’t have the physique or the tan…’

‘Yeah, like I look anything near The Situation. You’re offending me!’

‘You go boxing’ Kurt pointed out, squeezing Blaine’s bicep. ‘If I try to look like one of the Jersey guys people will laugh at me. I –‘ he hesitated for a moment. ‘I’ll be Snooki.’

‘Snooki.’ Blaine said disbelievingly. ‘Really. You can be anything you want, and you go for Snooki Polizzi?’

‘Sure why not?’

‘Honey, I’m sorry to break it to you, but … you don’t have any boobs.’ Blaine said in a melodramatic voice, poking Kurt’s chest with his index finger.

Kurt rolled his eyes. ‘But I can pull off her attitude. I can just borrow a bra from one of the girls and steal Rachel’s clothes, I think she’s about my size.’

‘Only that Sooki would shoot herself before wearing something from Rachel Berry’s wardrobe.’

‘Oh, you’re mean!’ Kurt said, but giggled. ‘Okay, maybe I’ll better ask Sugar.’

‘A lot closer. But what about me, I don’t have any douchebag clothes.’

‘There was this invention a while ago, called shopping.’

‘You’ve only waited for this, have you?’

‘Maybe’ Kurt said, smugly and pressed a kiss to the corner of Blaine’s mouth. ‘And now hush, boy, I need to call Sugar.’

**

Sugar agreed on lending some clothes and a bra to Kurt. On Wednesday after glee club they went to the mall.

They picked up a pair of simple blue jeans for Blaine because all he owned was slacks and skinny jeans. They also found a perfect T-Shirt – white with printed on abs. Kurt was shocked by the fact they found it with the normal clothes.

‘Who would actually wear something like that?’, he wondered loudly, earning a dirty look from a guy who was just looking through the rail for the shirt in his size. Blaine just smiled at him apologetically.

In an accessories shop they purchased sunglasses and ear clips for Blaine. It was perfect when they found some tacky pumpkin- and skull-shaped Halloween bags.

**

‘Are you done!’

‘No! Hang on! God I had no idea how hard that is. How do the guys do it all the time? I’m so glad I’m gay!’ Kurt laughed and Blaine scolded him to hold still.

‘Ha!’ Blaine shouted triumphantly when he had finally managed to fix the hooks of the bra on Kurt’s back.

‘Thank you.’ Kurt started filling the cups with cotton and slipped into Sugar’s black leggings and Leo-print shirt.

‘Ugh, I don’t know, I couldn’t wear this every day. It feels weird.’

Blaine just laughed, attaching the clips to his ears. ‘Ask me, I feel totally douchy.

‘Nah, you look totally fucking haawt’ Kurt cooed his best Snooki manner, pressing a hand against Blaine’s fake – well not entirely fake, because they were there – abs.

Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt’s nose. They added the finishing touches to their outfits – Kurt applying some lip-gloss and Blaine starting to chew open-mouthed on a gum.

Kurt had decided to not wear heels – he was already taller than Blaine and it would look ridiculous if Snooki was that much bigger than The Situation. He’d borrowed a black wig from McKinleys costume collection and had managed to produce a very good impression of the weirdness that was Snooki Polizzi’s hair.

They grabbed their sunglasses and rushed downstairs to the living room where Rachel, dressed as Dorothy from OZ and Finn with a frighteningly authentic wound across his cheek were waiting.

‘Let’s get going, woooooo!’ Kurt shouted, jumping up and down, a hand in the air. Fin looked a little bit awkward but Blaine and Rachel laughed heartily at his impression.

They did a few houses together, but then separated into different directions.

Everytime they rang a doorbell they quoted the show or just said something they felt Snooki and Mike would.

An elderly woman actually slammed the door into their faces when Blaine prompted her ‘to get a little candy situation up in here’ and laughed dirtily after saying so.

Blaine was so shocked he reached into his basket for some candy. Kurt just rolled his eyes and followed him back to the street.

When Blaine reached for his fourth piece of toffee, Kurt wrinkled his nose. ‘You know I can see that go straight to your hips’ he commented, which was ridiculous because Blaine’s waist was tiny as fuck, but Kurt loved teasing Blaine sometimes.

Blaine dropped the candy and looked at Kurt with a smirk that Kurt couldn’t decided if he liked it or not.

‘Well then let’s go somewhere you can’t see’, he said, tugging Kurt along, pulling him out of the lit streets under the shadow of some trees at the end of the street.

Kurt giggled until he found himself pressed against a tree, Blaine’s hands resting on his hips loosely. His heart started beating faster when Blaine moved closer, his lips only inches from Kurt’s.

‘What are you doing?’, he whispered. They’d never kissed in public except for some stolen kisses in the back of the choir room or in empty hallways.

But not like this. Blaine pressed his lips to his neck, kissing his way up along his jaw to Kurt’s lips.

‘Blaine!’ Kurt hissed, trying to ignore the tingling sensation in his chest and stomach.

‘What?’, his boyfriend mumbled into his cheek, his breath hot against Kurt’s skin. ‘No one will notice. It’s dark. And if someone sees us – from afar they’ll think you’re a girl.’

‘And besides.’ Blaine said, stepping back a little. ‘You really don’t want to miss out on The Situation, do you?’ Blaine looked at him over the edge of his sunglasses suggestively, chewing on his gum.

‘Right’ Kurt laughed at Blaine’s horrible impression of a Jersey accent. ‘But you need to take that gum out first.’

Blaine completely destroyed his badboy/douchebag image when he removed it discreetly with an empty candy wrapper, folded it and put it in the pocket of his jeans.

‘What?’ Blaine asked curiously, when Kurt chuckled.

‘Aw, nothing. I’m just glad my boyfriend is not really ‘The Situation’’, he said, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s neck.

Blaine smiled happily and shuffled closer, bringing their lips together. Kurt let himself melt into the kiss. Though it was so familiar, it never got boring.

He let Blaine suck on his lower lip for a while, before slipping his tongue out and parting Blaine’s lips with it.

Blaine welcomed it in his mouth and Kurt started exploring, running his tongue along Blaine’s teeth and over the roof of his mouth. When Blaine began sucking on his tongue Kurt hummed contently and felt how Blaine pressed him against the tree that little bit harder.

As always he lost track of time when they were kissing, because kissing Blaine was something he could do for hours without getting bored. So he completely ignored the world around him until he felt a strange tugging on his – Sugar’s – shirt.

Unwillingly he detached his lips from Blaine’s to look down – and find Blaine cupping one of his fake breasts through the shirt.

‘Jesus, Blaine!’, he shrieked, pushing him away. Blaine laughed, stumbling back to the street.

‘Maybe I was wrong and you actually are a jerk’ Kurt huffed, because Blaine was still laughing, a hand pressed on his stomach, and Blaine was stupid.

Kurt threw him a dirty look and straightened his shirt and hair.

Blaine seemed to realise that Kurt didn’t find this funny at all and his laughter reduced to a light giggling.

‘Sorry babe’ he said holding out his hand for Kurt. Kurt ignored the hand but joined Blaine on the street. He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

‘I don’t know about you but I for my part haven’t forgotten that one time you tried to convince the entire world you were bi!’

Blaine sighed, dropping his hand.

‘That was ages ago. I know that I’m as gay as possible and so do you. I love you. And that –‘ he gestured towards the trees. ‘has got nothing to do with me being bi. I just – it was a joke okay? I wanted to do something Mike-ish. I wanted it to be authentic.’

‘There are small kids around Blaine.’ Kurt pointed out as a bunch of them ran past them screaming for some unknown reason.

‘It was really just an acting thing, I swear Kurt, I would never actually do that – you know with real boobs. Sort of a turn-off.’

Kurt laughed. ‘I believe you, really it just – reminded me to previous times…’

‘I’m sorry.’ Blaine said, flashing him a warm smile and extending his hand again. Kurt carefully looked the street up and down. There were mostly children around, screaming and chasing after each other. A few parents and even less teenagers. And it was dark.

Kurt took a deep breath and slipped his hand into Blaine’s, their fingers intertwining. He felt how Blaine squeezed his hand and smiled at him.

‘Who thought the Situation would ever join the softer side’, Kurt wondered aloud, causing Blaine to laugh.

‘No really, though’ Kurt added. ‘I’m glad you are the way you are.’

‘Me too.’

‘Great so let’s finish the next street so we can go home and I can tickle those fabulous abs of yours.’ Kurt announced as they walked down the street, their clasped hands swaying between them.