anon prompted: Every year when the MET ball comes around I wonder how Klaine would be if they were the ones preparing like outfit planning, getting dressed together and actually going to the ball and I was wondering if you could pleaseee write it? :)
I’m a little belated, but it’s always a good time for a ball, right? PGish, 1200 words, fluff.
Kurt barely noticed the front door of their apartment opening, too focused on the fancy cream-colored invitation in his hands to care about anything else.
“Kurt? Babe, are you home?” Blaine’s voice sounded as if it was coming from a distance, though Kurt could see him come to stand in front of his own place on the couch. “Why didn’t you answer my texts about what to have for dinner?”
“I can’t,” Kurt trailed off, still frantically reading and rereading the text. “I just.”
Blaine knelt down and made eye contact with Kurt, bracing himself by placing his hands on Kurt’s knees. “Sweetheart, you’re scaring me. I need you to use full sentences, please.”
“Here!” Kurt thrust the invitation at Blaine, who scanned it quickly before double-taking and rereading it with more vigor.
“We got invited to the Met Ball?!” he said, looking up at Kurt with wide, excited eyes. “We - this isn’t-”