Eloquence 2



 

“You are not allowed to dismember Finn with pinking shears.” Blaine plucked the item from Kurt’s hand and set it down on the work table.

“Why?” Kurt asked, crossing his arms to keep for reaching for the shears.

“Because they’re your favorite pair.” Blaine kissed the tip of Kurt’s ear before dragging a chair over and sitting down next to him. There was a bolt of fabric on the table, and a shower of sketches, some of which had dark x-marks across them. He picked up the closest sketch and studied it.

“The waistline is wrong,” Kurt pointed out with just enough practiced nonchalance that Blaine knew it had been done on purpose. “Gingham is an interesting choice for an evening gown. I think you could make a real statement.” Blaine couldn’t keep the hint of humor out of his voice, and when Kurt gave him The Look, he burst out laughing. He pulled Kurt onto his lap and held on tight until he felt the last of the tension leave Kurt’s back.

“My step-brother is an idiot. I don’t know why I keep forgetting that.”

“You have a blind spot for cute things. It’s the same reason you keep watching that youtube video of the cocker spaniel.”

“I blame you for that,” Kurt replied tartly, following it up with a kiss to lessen the bite. He gestured vaguely in the direction of the table. “None of this changes the fact that I have three days to design and produce an Eloquence by K ElizabetH original for Rachel Berry because Finn can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“You knew it was only a matter of time,” Blaine reminded him gently, his hands slipping under layers to pet the smooth skin of Kurt’s lower back.

“I know, but I’d been hoping he could hold out until after the holidays. I’m backlogged already, and there’s that little detail of school.”

“What about Karin? Can’t she help? She is your representative to the public.”

“She’s doing what she can, but she’s got the shop too, and one of her assistants quit.” Kurt put a hand over Blaine’s mouth to stop him from speaking, then offered a kiss as apology. “Before you ask, I am not suggesting Rachel for the job. Half of Ohio would know who K ElizabetH was before the end of her first day.”

“How much longer do you think you can keep it a secret? Your “Eloquence” line is getting mentions in some of the biggest fashion blogs, and it’s only going to get crazier now that you’re dressing a congressman’s wife.”

“She’s my step-mom, Blaine. I can’t let her wear off the rack clothing.”

“Of course not, but she got a compliment from Vogue, and you’re worried about Rachel giving away your secret identity.” He slid his hands up Kurt’s back and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “Time to give up the mask.”

Kurt shivered and squirmed, the way he always did when Blaine whispered in his ear like that. He rested his forehead against Blaine’s, allowing himself a moment just to feel.

The sound of Finn’s heavy footsteps overhead broke the spell.

“Time to go fight crime, or at least eye pollution.” Kurt gave Blaine one last kiss and slid off his lap. “I’m taking you up on that offer of help from earlier. I’ve got some sketches for Rachel’s dress and I’d like your completely unbiased opinion about them. But first…” He opened the top drawer of the cabinet under the table and withdrew a length of maroon fabric that turned out to be a scarf. Without comment, he draped it around Blaine’s neck.

Blaine picked up with one end, frowning in concentration as he puzzled out the somewhat abstract design. When he realized what it was, he burst out laughing. “A robin?” He bounced up out of his seat and grabbed Kurt, spinning him around in a crazy circle, barely missing the dressmaker’s dummy. “I suppose, since I’m not a warbler anymore, that I can be your Robin. As long as you have a matching one of these with a bat.”

Kurt gave him a level look that made Blaine grin; of course there were matching scarves.

“Although, as my assistant, I should have added a bat to yours, too.” He gave Blaine a look, clearly waiting for him to get the joke, and broke into a grin when realization dawned.

“Of course! Batman’s batman.” Blaine paused, then frowned. “Wait. Doesn’t that make me Alfred?”

“He does look good in a suit,” Kurt reminded him. They’d had this discussion on several occasions. Kurt turned away to gather his rejected sketches, setting them aside before picking up the bolt of gingham, unspooling a quantity of the fabric onto the table. Now that he had accepted the inevitability of making Rachel a dress, he was eager to get started. He reached over and took Blaine’s hand, pressing a worn piece of chalk into it.

“I’m thinking layers,” he said with heavy emphasis. “Lots of layers. And complicated fasteners.”

Blaine laughed, delighted, because as much as he loved the layers, he knew they would drive Finn to distraction.

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