Author's Note: just would like to say thank you for the wonderful support you all have given me! This lovely drabble also features my friend Bree or as you know her Bree Gagnon from the story The Artist Who Lost HIs Touch...amazing story check it out! I hope you enjoy this drabble! PLease review!

Disclaimer: don't own Glee sorry :-/

Intricacy- Kurt POV

I stuck the pin in my mouth as I looked over the dress for what seemed like the one hundredth time. I pushed the pin into the fabric holding it in place and glanced at it again. The fabric moved slightly to the right and I let out an angry huff.

"Rachel if you keep moving I won't get the design in the precise manner you want it to be in," I huffed.

The beautiful brunette looked at me apologetically brushing her bangs to the side.

"I'm sorry Kurt you just keep poking me with your pins," Rachel said.

I rolled my eyes sarcastically smirking at my soon-to-be-sister-in-law. Taking my needle and threading it with thin white thread and several seed beads. I punctured the fabric just around Rachel's waistline weaving the beads into the skirt in a vine-like design. I moved rather quickly from doing this several times in the past. I glanced at the blue prints of the dress when I knotted the string at the end of her waistline. Rachel shifted the weight on her right leg to her left. My fingers glided over the silky fabric as I sewed intricate designs moving across the vast skirt nimbly my fingers moving with precision. Rachel sighed and I could tell she was bored. I was so into it that I didn't notice the hours ticking by. I got off my knees knowing that they would hurt in the morning and smiled at her.

"Do you want to go get a coffee?" I asked.

She grinned nodding. "Anything to get me out of this itchy dress."

I chuckled amused as I helped her ease out of the dress trying not to have her legs scratched by the pins holding some of the fabric in place. She smiled at me as I moved the white garment to my bed laying it flat against the duvet. She got down from the ottoman she stood on and smoothed her camisole and bike shorts. She slid into a pair of flip flops and grabbed her Murphy knit bag which was a cold shade of gray with a buckle running across the front. Over the past few years, with my help of course, Rachel's fashion sense has improved from cable knit sweaters to tunics and combat boots. I helped her create a boho chic look with a slight edge helping me start off my fashion company. We headed out the door and down the elevator to the lobby of my apartment building. Blaine was out at school studying law like his father wanted him to do.

The day was a breezy early summer day. The wedding was in August and Rachel had only needed the fitting for her dress before I tailored and crimped it to hug her slender form. We stopped in a little coffee shop Blaine and I discovered when we moved to the area. I held the door open for her and she stepped in nodding to me. I followed her lead and told her to take a seat at one of the vacant tables for two. I walked up to the counter smiling at the cashier.

"You're back I see," she smiled punching in my order.

"Can't stay away Bree. I quite enjoy this place," I smiled.

The girl had short brown hair and black square glasses which hung high on the arch of her nose which was speckled with light brown freckles. Her glaze eyes were similar to mine but shining with happiness.

"Well I'm glad you and Blaine visit so often. Lydia won't shut up about you back at the apartment," Bree shrugged handing me the two cups.

Lydia was Bree's roommate. She also worked at the coffee shop when she wasn't studying animation and computer design at FIT. They were best friends and supporters of people like Blaine and I. She gestured to Rachel.

"So who's that?" she asked.

"My soon to be sister-in-law," I smirked.

Her eyes lit up and a sprightly smile spread across her lips.

"Congrats," she grinned.

"Don't say that yet. We still have two months to go through and I still haven't finished tailoring her wedding dress," I said pointing a finger at her chidingly.

"You'll manage," Bree grinned waving me farewell as I walked over to the table Rachel had snagged.

"Friend of yours?" she asked sipped her chai latte.

"You could say that," I murmured sipping my mocha latte.

"So how is Blaine?" Rachel asked.

"Fine why do you ask?" I said one eyebrow raised.

She shrugged sipped her latte lightly. "You both seem so busy."

"Oh we're fine don't fuss. I just hope at some point something gets through that thick skull of his and he gets down on one knee," I smirked.

"He will," she whispered patting my hand.

I entered the apartment alone a few hours later. Rachel decided to take me shopping as a thank you for creating the most amazing wedding dress.

"Do you think Finn will like the dress?" she asked me nervously as we walked down Park Ave.

"I think he will be speechless when you walk down that aisle, Rach. You have nothing to worry about with my fashion expertise backing you up."

"I don't know Kurt. You aren't the most reliable…" she said sarcastically.

"Hey now! I went to school to do this!" I teased as we both giggled.

I unlocked the door to find the kitchen lights on. I set my keys down on the hall table and walked further into the room. Blaine was standing in the middle of the room a grin on his face. I cocked one eyebrow at him as I strode further into the room noticing candles on the table along with a bouquet of roses.

"What's all this?" I asked slowly.

"This is nothing. I just thought I would do something special considering it is our two year and five month anniversary," he grinned.

"You shouldn't have," I said sarcastically.

"Do you want me to not fuss?" he asked his expression faltering his hazel eyes growing adorably wide.

"No. Fuss on," I said waving my hand at him to proceed.

He smirked at me grabbing my waist and pulling my body flush against his. His lips traced my jawbone and neck before finding my lips. He kissed me passionately as my fingers twined in his loose wet curls.

"You had coffee today didn't you?" he breathed against my lips.

"You took a shower," I said taking note of the dampness of his hair.

"Point taken," he smirked latching his lips onto mine again before pulling away.

"I saw the dress you made for Rachel."

"Yes. One day I'll own my own company where lines of wedding attire and fashion sets have my name on the label," I breathed staring into his eyes.

My childhood dream was so close and yet so far. Blaine brushed my hair out of my face staring lovingly into my eyes.

"I love you," he said softly.

I smiled gently playing with his wet curls. "I love you too."

I moved in to kiss him again but he stopped me.

"I like the dress as well. The needle work is amazing so intricate, but it looks effortless," he smiled.

"Thank you," I whispered as he kissed me again sending us both flying off to our own little world.

Love is as intricate as a complicated wedding dress. Many twists and turns bound to get tangled, but the end result looks effortless and is beautiful.