#dfd kurt

Blaine: God, what a night. Medieval Times had been great, even though Lou had his quirks, and the evening had it's bumps - he was glad to be headed home. At least until things slowly began to unravel with Kurt. That couldn't be the only issue of course, soon Sam followed. Blaine had stupidly assumed Kurt knew what had went down in Hawaii - he'd never made a big deal out of it. Him and Sam... It felt awesome, obviously, but that was because he actually knew him. He actually cared... But they were just bros helping bros, no strings attached, the life Blaine had been living for as long as he could remember. As Sam got snappier and Kurt persisted, maybe he'd been stupid to think along those lines. What really stressed him out however was the fact they talked. Texted. It wouldn't have been an issue at all... Not if Sam didn't know about Blaine's dirty little secret. Blaine had thought he'd convinced him they were too drunk to remember anything, but now he wasn't too sure. He'd spent twenty minutes in the limo on the drive back debating or not to take a hit. This had been his coping mechanism, but he'd been trying his best to do it whenever he wasn't around Kurt, smaller doses... But the withdrawal, it killed. He hadn't even fully experienced it considering every time he got close he managed to sneak away for long enough to find some relief. Blaine resisted and they'd got back to the hotel just in time, avoiding the relapse. Hastily he head upstairs, him and Kurt needed to talk, but the odds weren't ever in his favor. Blaine felt as if their relationship was so fragile that he could lose it in the blink of an eye, and it killed him. His nerves were high as he carded into the hotel room, expression soft with worry hiding under his features. "Sorry it took longer, we ran into traffic..." With a small sigh, he moved forward, pulling Kurt into a hug where he placed a delicate kiss against his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Kurt: "You think so?" Kurt responded demurely, a light smirk playing on his lips. Their whole day had been like this; affectionate touches, flirty smiles, and teasing words. Kurt was ecstatic to get the chance to visit a place that housed fabrics used by most major designers, and while he reveled in the way Blaine couldn't seem to keep his hands off him the moment they were out of the public eye, he was like a kid in a candy shop the second his eyes landed on the array of high-quality fabrics and consequently, all his attention went to them. Every color, pattern, and feel imaginable, anything he could ever imagine wanting was here, and it was amazing. He barely even noticed when Blaine left his side, wandering in complete awe until he reached a section that had various shades of intense reds that would be perfect for the portion of a shirt he had drawn the other day, starting when hands slid their way around to his stomach, smiling. He covered them with one of his own hands affectionately, and reached out to graze over a fabric with the other.  "Anything I like? How about /everything/," he finally responded, finally pulling his attention away to focus on Blaine. "This place is absolutely amazing, how did you find out about it?"

Blaine: "I know so." Blaine murmured, tugging Kurt closer. "Pretty sure you could pull off anything in here, but we both know that's the truth." He stated, playfully dismissive. Kurt really could rock anything in here, Blaine had always been blown away by how keen his eye was and the knack he had for all things fashion, so it wasn't much of a surprise that it only got better with age. "Everything, huh?" He chuckled, his grin widening as he looked around. This is what he had wanted for them. Kurt and Blaine, lost in a moment, shopping, going for lunch, going about their daily routine. Just the two of them lost in each other, the world around them nothing more than a background track. "A friend of a friend." He teased, "One of my old stylists used to live here, she commissioned a few freelance designers to toss somethings together for her. Amazing ideas, she just couldn't execute them. You however.." Blaine trailed off, pressing a kiss to Kurt's neck before he slowly peeled himself away from the man in front of him, "You're the total package." He laughed as he took Kurt's hand, pulling him into him briefly. "And you've now got your own official tab here." Blaine leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Kurt's lips, lingering in front of him as he spoke once more, "So go nuts, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt: "I don't know about that," Kurt laughed. "Some of the stuff in here is pretty out there, even for me," he said, gesturing towards the back where some of the more feathered, sparkling, neon colored pieces were lined up. He was sure it must be for children- possibly ones partaking in pageants- but who knew, it was LA after all. From what he heard, while it was still a big city, it was vastly different from New York. A part of him was worried, even though he already recently made the decision that it was in his best interest to move here, that it would take more adjustment than he was expecting. But it didn't matter, not when he remembered that he would be with Blaine. Kurt smiled at his compliment, that he was the "total package" when in reality it was pretty common for young, inexperienced designers to completely fail at trying to make their way to the top, but for now he let Blaine's confidence in him ease his mind. "My own tab?" he asked, his tone more questioning than accusatory, in too good of a mood to want to do anything resembling arguing. "I hope you mean one that /I'm/ paying for, Mr. Anderson," he said, casually pulling out another fabric that had more of an earthy red tone and holding a piece of it along Blaine's shoulder, immediately loving the way it brought out the warmth in his eyes and keeping a hold of it just on that principle. "You know I don't like spending your money."

Blaine: "Well, then I guess you're going to have to take my word for it." Blaine shrugged, glancing over to where Kurt gestured, "Wow, pretty sure I've worn all of that minus the pink stuff at some point." He stated honestly with a chuckle, "Showbiz, gets weirder every day." And it was true. Over the years Blaine had worn some pretty questionable things that may or may have not been humiliating at the time, but it all melted away, never sticking for too long to focus on the terror. "Mhm," Blaine said with an exaggerated tone of elegance, "Your very own tab." His smile broadened as his eyes fluttered shut, he shook his head dismissively "Of course, I get it, you don't want my money. That's fine, but they know you're good for it, so they're not going to hound you to pay so... Just don't be afraid to live a little." Blaine glanced down at the fabric against his shoulder warmly, "I know, I know." A dramatic sigh fell from his lips, truthfully had the situations have been reversed, Blaine knew he wouldn't have wanted to spend someone else's money but... He had so much of it, money really didn't matter anymore.

Kurt: Kurt raised his eyebrows at Blaine incredulously. "That's a joke, right? Because I'd seriously question the judgement of whoever would put you in any of those. Were you competing for Toddlers and Tiaras at some point in your professional career?"he questioned teasingly, nudging him playfully. He figured there was some stylists who were a little out there in LA, but whoever dressed Blaine up in anything resembling those fabrics must have been at least slightly insane, he was sure. "That's right, I don't. Just you," he said with a fond smile before glancing back at the fabric in his hands, wondering how much he'd need to make something for Blaine. "As much as I'd like to live a little, I don't think I should get too much right now. There's not a whole lot of room to work on the tour bus, but I can do something small for now," he said turning to him with a warm smile. "It won't be for my line, either. There's no way I could focus on making anything for it with all the chaos on tour, but I can make something for you." He held up the fabric. "Do you like this for a shirt?"

Blaine: "Depends, are you going to judge me if it isn't?" Blaine questioned, a teasing yet uncertain look upon his features as he tilted his head. "There's always going to be people pushing the boundaries, you know that. I mean, it wasn't /that/ bad, but it wasn't great." Blaine laughed instantly, "No, no. I mean, god, I'd look like such a hot mess next to her royal highness, Honey Boo Boo, I couldn't dream of sabotaging that." He admitted, still laughing as Kurt nudged him. "Just me." It was a nice reminder, one he'd been longing to hear. It sounded perfect falling from his lips. "Oh, didn't you hear?" Blaine's brows shooting up in mock surprise, "You're supposed to be stocking up considering even though I /still/ hope you'll wanna sleep with me, you've got your own bus when we dive across the pond." Blaine smiled fondly, he was going to tell him after dinner, but why wait? "For me? I /love/ it."

Kurt: Smirking, Kurt immediately responded, "Oh, I'll definitely judge you for it. You and whoever dressed you in it, because I can't imagine it would've been voluntary." He shook his head, laughing at the increasing ridiculousness of their conversation. "You really would." Tilting his head, Kurt turned his whole body away from the fabrics so he was facing Blaine completely. The surprise on his face was clearly for show, and he couldn't help but let it make his own lips twitch up in an empathetic smile. It turned into a full-blown grin, however, when he heard what he had to say. "Seriously?" he asked, already surging forward to wrap his arms around him in a grateful hug. "That's amazing. /You're/ amazing. I really shouldn't let you spoil me so much, but, well..." he shrugged, laughing. "So I think the least I could do is still sleep with you," Kurt said with a teasing lilt to his voice. He paused for a moment before finally deciding to just go for it, and finally say what had been on his mind for a while now. He was going to tell him later at dinner, but why waste this moment? "And you know, this place is so amazing, I might just have to stay here," he said, smiling against Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine: Blaine laughed, unable to hold it back. "Well, in that case, I'm lying through my teeth." He teased, eyes crinkling as he pulled Kurt tighter. "It was for an event and not at all at the same time, god. What do you take me for?" Blaine had parted to feel through the fabrics before turning back to Kurt, "And by drive across the pond, I obviously mean driving when we're over there, not.. Driving across the water." He laughed, realizing the surprise on Kurt's face. "I mean, we're going to have hotels for a lot of the way, but you know." He admitted. Then the grin came causing his own to grow, "Seriously!" Blaine laughed, falling back a tiny bit upon impact. His arms instantly wrapped tightly around Kurt as he grinned, "Well you certainly make me think so." He smiled at the amazing comment, "You should let me spoil you more, babe." Blaine's lips pressed lightly against Kurt's neck as he melted into the hug. "Hmm, is that so?" Blaine was laughing once more, a happy grin upon his lips. "Good, because I'd get awfully jealous if you chose your bus over mine..." It was little moments like this that reminded Blaine how much he'd really missed out on, and perhaps the reason he tried so hard to make as many as he could. He had not at all been anticipating for what came from Kurt next. "Don't tease me." Blaine admitted softly, pressing another kiss to the side of Kurt's jaw, "I'd love nothing more, you know that."

Kurt: "Gosh, I don't know what to say. No one's ever gotten me my own bus before," Kurt joked, sighing dramatically. "Thank you, though, I really appreciate it. And as much as I love travelling around the country with you, I have to say, I'm excited that we'll be frequenting hotels once we're in Europe. I think it'll make the nights much more enjoyable." He was going to pull back so he could wink at him, realizing the implications of his comment, but Blaine's lips on his neck were like an anchor. He could stand to stay like this, comfortable in his arms for just a moment longer. "Okay, I admit I like being spoiled a little from time to time, but don't let that make you think you can start going crazy on me, alright? You do enough as it is," Kurt said, his hand smoothing down his back affectionately. Still grinning, he finally pulled back a little so he could look Blaine in the eyes when he spoke next. "Blaine..." he started, his heart suddenly warming knowing that this would be such a big step for them; one they never had the chance to reach before. He couldn't wait to do it now. "Sweetie, I'm not teasing. I want to be with you. Here."

I don't have a shows until Friday and Saturday this week, and unless you would like to spend some extra time in New York (which I'm a-okay with), I vote heading back to LA.

  And you letting me take you on a shopping spree, get some supplies before we head to Europe.

  KURT HUMMEL:

That sounds perfect.

  There's actually something I wanted to talk to you about before the tour moves to Europe.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Yeah? I was hoping you’d say that.

  … Something? What sort of something? Something good, right?

  KURT HUMMEL:

As if I’d say anything else.

  Definitely something good. At least I hope so.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Hey, I didn’t know! For all I knew, you could have really been looking forward to spending a few days in the concrete jungle.

  Phew, can I get a hint or two? Or are you just going to be painfully cryptic?

  KURT HUMMEL:

From what I hear, New York is wet and cold. No thank you. LA sounds great.

  Hmm. Well, it will probably involve a bit of physical labor.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Seems to be the general consensus around these parts. I’m missing the sun and heat myself, I blame routine.

  Physical labor, hmm? Are you attempting to sucker me into helping you build up your empire, Kurt Hummel?

  KURT HUMMEL:

I think you’ve corrupted me. I’ve lived in NYC for years, never had a problem with the cold, and now you have me loathing to return to it.

  Something like that.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

I’ve corrupted /you/? This is something I have no problem taking a little pride in. I’m going to assume that’s due to your love of scarves and winter fashion. As much as I used to love the winter, I’m not complaining it’s gone. It’s weird not having it on Christmas, but I don’t typically celebrate anyways so that might just be on me. No need to ever return, Babe. :)

  Is it bad I have no complaints?

  KURT HUMMEL:

You know they make scarves for warm weather too? It’s revolutionary. Not to say that it in any way replaces a good Winter ensemble, but it does give one more favorable options for the Summer. Subtle, Blaine.

  You have no complaints to me building my own empire? Good to know.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

I totally do, but it’s not the same thing and you know it. Smartass. It’s true, but you try wearing a scarf in the LA heat and tell me how that works out for you. Oops, am I supposed to be playing coy?

  I’d be there every step of the way.

  KURT HUMMEL:

I’m not a smartass, I’m sarcastic. I’ve never been in LA heat, but you always see stars wearing them in LA, so I don’t see what the problem is. No, but you’ve made your point quite clear.

  How sweet. Even if I turn into an evil conqueror?

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

You’re a very sarcastic smartass, Kurt. That’s because the stars can afford mini air conditioners installed in their designer clothes. Should I stop? I’m sorry if I’m coming on too strong. The truth is… I just really love having you around. With me. It’s nice. I haven’t had it in a very long time, I forgot how much I missed it.

  Even then, you’d still be my king.

  KURT HUMMEL:

Am not. Then you should be able to get me some of those mini air conditioners, rockstar Blaine Anderson. Hop to it. No, that’s not what I meant, I was just teasing. Believe it or not, I really like being with you. I missed it too. It’s just really fast, and a really big decision, so I need to think about it. Nothing against you, sweetie, okay?

  Aw, aren’t you the sweetest? I promise I’d let you rule beside me. Eventually. ;)

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Are too. If only such a thing really existed. As long as you’re sure, I’m really not trying to push you into anything. I may joke, and even want it, but I’d never want to push you. I want you to make choices that make you happy, not just for me. I know it is. My life is sort of in hyperspeed half the time, so I just need reminding every now and then. I get it.

  I try. I await the day, my liege.

  KURT HUMMEL:

No. Are you saying you lied about those? Damn it. And I am sure, you’re not pushing me. I like knowing you want me to be with you. To be honest, if I wasn’t so set in my life in New York like I am… or was, I’m not sure what it is anymore, it would be an easy decision. Living in hyperspeed isn’t bad, I’m coming to realize it’s a lot more freeing than the way I’ve been living.

  That’s what I like to hear.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Oui. It was indeed a fabrication, though they totally have them when you get into the movie studios. More so for the costumes and really heavy things, but they’re there no less. I dunno how well they’re fare for daily wear. I get that. I don’t want to uproot you and I know it’s a very big choice, so take all the time in the world, Babe. I’m glad you don’t hate it.

  KURT HUMMEL:

Non, et si vous m'appelez un âne futé une fois de plus, je vais vous frapper. I should create some for the Summer clothes in my line, it would be ingenious. I could never hate it.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

You know it took me like five minutes to translate that right? Smartass.

  You’d be loved all around LA, and the world I’m sure. It really would be. God, Kurt! Stop slacking!

  I really hope not.

  KURT HUMMEL:

Where are you? I want to show you something.

  Me dire que je suis de nouveau paresseux, et je vais vous frapper deux fois. Have fun translating that too. Should’ve taken French like me.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Oh, really? I was just packing some things and talking to my assistant to see if we could leave tonight. Whatcha wanna show me?

  I’m beginning to think maybe you like it. Italian seemed so beautiful, I couldn’t pass it up.

  KURT HUMMEL:

How hard I can hit, of course.

  What, hitting you? I do. French is more refined than Italian.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Wow, maybe I should go hiding instead…

  I think so. Wow, tell me how you really feel, Kurt. Damn. Please.

  Italian is seduction. French is alright.

  KURT HUMMEL:

Are you /scared/?

  I just did.

  Oh, really? I could show you just how seductive French can be. I bet you’d change your mind in a heartbeat.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Should I be?

  Don’t have anything else you wanna get out?

  Anything coming from you is seductive, but French as a whole doesn’t take my breath away.

  You speaking it though? Yeah, that’s something I can get behind.

  KURT HUMMEL:

It wouldn’t be a bad idea.

  At the moment? No. Can’t give everything away, now, can I?

  And what if I didn’t give you what you want until you admit that French is better than Italian?

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

You’re evil. That’s all I’ve gotta say.

  Are you trying to make me beg, Kurt Hummel?

  Is this something you’re into?

  KURT HUMMEL:

But I’m still your king. Remember?

  I wasn’t trying to, but I wouldn’t be opposed.

  I could be.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Always.

  No?

  Now I’m curious. Do tell what I’ve missed.

  KURT HUMMEL:

Definitely not.

  What you’ve missed? I’m not so sure I understand what you mean, Blaine.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

I’ll keep that in mind.

  My memory may be a little hazy, but that is one thing I totally do not remember.

  KURT HUMMEL:

It’s been a while... we’re bound to like some things that are different.

Are /you/ not into it?

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

You’re right. You’re totally right.

  I think you’re underestimating your influence on me.

  Now /that/ I didn’t say.

  KURT HUMMEL:

What do you mean by that?

  Okay, so… that means you are? I’m getting mixed signals here.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

I’m thinking as long as you’re involved, I’d be into just about anything.

  That’s what I mean by that. You’re gorgeous and, god. You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever met, Kurt.

  You drive me wild. It’s ridiculous.

  KURT HUMMEL:

Careful what you say. What if I’m into some really weird shit?

  I’m glad you feel that way, though. The feeling is entirely, ridiculously mutual.

  It’s no wonder we’ve barely been able to keep our hands off of each other. If you ever want anything… /more/ though, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

The fact I’m laughing right now says something, Kurt Hummel. I have a handful of limits but… I just don’t see us needing them. You’re perfect, you always have been.

  Ridiculously mutual, eh? Two peas in a pod. A very sexy pod.

  Same goes to you. Frankly, I’ve just been enjoying having you back in my life. And my bed. And… my shower. And everywhere else.

  KURT HUMMEL:

Oh yeah? How do you feel about chains? And whips? And maybe some knives, ‘cause why not?

  A sexy pod? You are a dork.

  So have I. Especially the shower. At least when we’re on the bus, it’s the one place I don’t feel like the driver could open the partition and look back at us.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Chains? Kinky. Can’t say about the whips, hell no to the knives. I sure as hell know you’d never wanna do anything to ruin that perfect alabaster skin of yours, and let’s not even talk about me.

  You love it.

  Somethings never change. To be fair, I much prefer the hotel showers, because god, could the bus get any smaller? Still, as long as I get you. He doesn’t pay attention, shhhh.

  We won’t need to worry about that. You’re mine for the next few days.

  KURT HUMMEL:

You like chains, then?

  Do not.

  I know, but it’s not like we need much room anyways. I mean, we do if we’re /actually/ showering, but that’s besides the point. I think he pays more attention than you realize. We’ve almost been caught several times, you know.

  I can’t wait.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

I was sucked into a James Deen Halloween party once - which was really more of an orgy, so that’s all the experience I’ve got there.

  Do too.

  Maybe I’ve just got tunnel vision and my sights are set on you. That’s all I’ve got so far. Plus we pay him to keep his lips zipped, so I’m not too concerned. Still I like it best when it’s just you and me.

  Yeah? I’m thinking of leaving Ringo here with Dani. Marlo is more than welcome too. Then we can just lock ourselves away for the next few days.

  KURT HUMMEL:

...Wait, what? Are you saying you were a part of an orgy?

  Fine, I give up on arguing with you.

  What happens when someone pays him more to unzip his lips?

  You want us to leave the animals? Are you saying you are so lazy you don’t even want to have to get out of bed to take care of our pets, Blaine Anderson?

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

I mean, it was like, a really small one. There was only 11 other people, and most of them were porn stars, so it’s hardly an orgy of like, epic proportions.

  You just admit I’m right, that’s all.

  Lawsuits. I guess that’s one of the reasons I’ve loved having Puck around, you know? He’s got my back and I’ve got his. People always want something.

  To be fair, Dani has been dying to babysit Ringo, so like, hardly. I’m saying I want you to myself for the next few days. I want Kurt Hummel’s full attention and I intend to be greedy with it.

  KURT HUMMEL:

Only 11 people? Eleven people who happen to be porn stars? Are you kidding me right now?

  Did not, I just don’t want to argue anymore.

  Too bad more people you know aren’t willing to work for you, the whole thing just feels very mistrustful.

  I think we can make that happen.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

God, don’t make it sound so bad, Kurt.

  I didn’t know we were arguing, mister.

  I’m not too sure that’d be a good idea anyways. I can’t really trust Quinn after seeing what she did to Sebastian and… it just seems really easy to complicate things. It is though, but that’s the business.

  You better pack your bags, I think we can leave tonight if you want.

  KURT HUMMEL:

...You’re joking. I can tell.

  It was a very non-serious argument, but an argument nonetheless.

  Yeah, well, that’s Quinn. And if you ask me, Sebastian had it coming.

  Someone’s eager. But saying I’m not too would be a total lie.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

I… sort of wish I was. James Deen though… Have you seen his stuff? Kinda hot, right?

  Alright, well, case closed.

  Kurt, his career is ruined. I know he can be a prick, but should he really be condemned for that? He obviously had to be good at what he did to even be at that firm in the first place, and let’s face it, sex happens. All it takes is one bitter employee to spread something around and.. Poof. It’s gone.

  With that being said, I know he’s been a dick to you, and I’m not at all defending him for that. You’ve been the bigger person and I think he’s lashing out because of everything that’s happened. I know it’s not an excuse, but I just don’t think it was right. It really rubs me the wrong way.

  Plus I get you all to myself on the flight. >:)

  KURT HUMMEL:

Oh… okay, then. I haven’t. Do you make a habit of watching straight porn, Blaine?

  He sure doesn’t make it sound like it’s ruined.

  Okay, fine, maybe I’m being unfair, but he’s a complete ass. Maybe he should try being an actual decent person for once and then I’ll attempt to be a little more empathetic. He’s been lashing out at me since before he was a law firm reject, I wish he’d just stop being an immature jackass and get over it.

  And let’s be real, neither of us know what really happened. Assuming he’s innocent is just as bad as assuming he sleeps his way to the top.

  Yeah, talking about Sebastian Smythe really gets me in the mood.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

So you /do/ know who he is. Damn, Kurt. How am I supposed to tease you now?

  His reputation is. I don’t know, he sort of seems like the type to put on the front, but I don’t know. I just know what he told me in Hawaii. He is very much an ass to you, and..  I get what you’re saying. I’ll talk to him and see what I can do.

  I’m not saying he’s innocent, Kurt… I just don’t think he should be condemned for having sex with people within his office. I guess I just have a little more faith in him than that.

  I’m sorry.

  KURT HUMMEL:

I’ve heard of him, that doesn’t mean I’ve seen anything he’s in. Unlike you.

  Please don’t talk to him. Talking won’t fix any of this. As long as he keeps his mouth shut, I’ll manage to be civil with him.

  There’s a little thing called being professional, but whatever. I could care less about that, I just won’t have any sympathy for the guy as long as he continues to act like a spoiled prep school brat.

  Not your fault. Can we just not talk about it anymore? The guy sets my teeth on edge.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Kurt, I was kidding. I’ve seen it but I don’t make a point of watching it, let alone partaking in it.

  I can get him to lay off…

  I understand.

  Sure. You pick the topic. I’m sorry for bringing it up.

  KURT HUMMEL:

Sure you don’t. Not even the Halloween orgies?

  I appreciate the offer, but it’s fine.

  Blaine, it’s okay. I just want to focus on us, especially now that we get the next few days alone together.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

No Halloween orgies.

  I promise, it’ll just be us. I’ve been waiting to get you alone for a while so… You better prepare yourself, Kurt.

  KURT HUMMEL:

How daunting. Prepare myself for /what/?

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

For Blaine Anderson 100% of the time.

  You’re going to get so sick of me.

  No interruptions, just you and I.

  KURT HUMMEL:

I could never get sick of you.

  To be honest that sounds like exactly what I need.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

I’m going to hold you to that, okay?

  We’re on the same page then.

  But seriously, let me take you shopping?

  I know you’re itching to start working on your designs, and don’t think for a second I don’t love you cheering me on backstage but… Every night? I know it gets boring. I want you to be able to do what you want.

  KURT HUMMEL:

I’d be offended if you didn’t.

  As if I’d ever say no to you taking me shopping. Does that mean you’re going to take me to one of those fabric places in LA that you were boasting about?

  I love supporting you, okay? That never gets boring. It would be nice if I could work on my designs a little, though. I’m just used to spending all my free time working on them.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

You’re amazing.

  Please, you said no like.. Two weeks ago, how quickly you forget. It totally does. I’ve got a few friends actually, they’ve hooked me up with the treasure troves.

  And I love seeing you back there, I love all of it.. But show after show, I know it’s not that interesting. I want you to be doing things that make you happy. You’ve been working so hard for this, Kurt. It’s gonna happen.

  KURT HUMMEL:

I try.

  Did I? My mistake. I’m not using your money if that’s what you think, though. A few friends, huh? Aren’t I lucky I have you to pull some strings for me.

  Sometimes I forget how lucky to have someone that supports me as much as you do. I don’t think I’ll ever take that for granted again.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

Don’t lie, you were born this way.

  Kurtttt, come on. Pulling strings is the perks of this business. This is where a lot of your famous designers go to get certain things. Just saying.

  I know the feeling. I know it all too well. I’m glad you’re letting me. I’m glad you’re letting me back in your life… just everything.

  KURT HUMMEL:

Are you going to start singing some Lady Gaga for me?

  I don’t want your money. Really? Now you’ve got me all excited. It’ll be such a change from ordering all my supplies online.

  I’m glad too.

  BLAINE ANDERSON:

I’ll sing you anything you want.