❥ 17 [video]

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[The feed clicks on to show a... very different Kurt greeting Adstringendum today. Instead of his normal, over the top outfits, usually complete with bow ties and something that really shouldn't work together but somehow oddly does... he's wearing a simple, gray t-shirt. And jeans.]

As much as I would rather not have to stoop to this level, as I

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[About twenty minutes after your little announcement, Kurt, you will have one miss Rachel Berry, who is dressed as she should be -- sweater and tights and skirt and all -- holding a box as she stands in the doorway. The box has a variety of things in it, ranging from markers to tape to sticky notes.]

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[He has the entire contents of his closet - clothes from home, what he's managed to piece together here - laid out on his bed, and he's just standing in front of them, one hand over his mouth and the other crossed over his chest. He doesn't even turn when he hears Rachel approach, instead just pointing at two identically styled shirts, one a deep navy blue and the other an almost vibrant green.]

Those two. I got them two years ago at a Macy's sale. One is Navy, the other Office Green. [Then, he turns to glance at Rachel, annoyance clear on his face] They both look Rifle Green to me, Rachel.

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[Rachel opens her mouth to ask what the difference between office green and rifle green is, but wisely thinks better of it. Instead, she crosses to his bed to sit on it, the box on her lap, so she can rifle through it. She holds a marker between her teeth as she pulls a piece of tape from the roll to stick it on the navy blue shirt before writing, in perfect handwriting, the word 'NAVY'. Then, without a word, she does the same thing to the other shirt, taking care to write out 'OFFICE GREEN' (because, apparently, there is a very large difference between that and regular green) on the tag for the other shirt.

Then, Rachel turns to Kurt and, finally:]

What else?

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[He watches with slightly wide eyes as Rachel wordlessly goes about labeling the two shirts with what he'd said, one hand still crossed over his midriff, the other pressed against his chest now as he just... blinks at her.]

... Um. Well. [Rachel Berry, you officially shocked Kurt into a few seconds of stunned silence.] .... There's a few pairs of pants I can't remember the specific shades of, although that won't mean much if you don't actually know the different shades of blue.

[He sighs and moves to sit on the bed, pulling the two labeled shirts into his lap and running his hands over the fabric, staring hard down at them, trying... to see the difference he knew was there.] Try... describing something the color reminds you of. I think that's the closest we'll be able to get.

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[Rachel cannot stand the idea of Kurt losing something that is obviously so important to him. It would be like her losing the ability to sing -- it would positively kill her. So, to make up for all of the horrid things she said during the event and the fact that his death meant nothing to her, while she was affected, Rachel will make certain Kurt can do as he pleases in this place -- or, well, whatever makes him happy.

She frowns, slightly, as she looks at the pile of clothes.]

Um -- this red looks like Finn's letterman jacket, I think -- oh, and this pink looks just like Kristen Chenoweth's gown for her role of Glinda in Wicked --

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[It is killing him, slightly. But for the moment he's really just more thankful that he's alive again, able to watch out for the two people he's taken under his wing. Two people who obviously just can't survive without him.

He'll flip out and rage a bit later, but for now he's just gritting his teeth and trying to do what Kurt Hummel does best: adapt.]

Like Finn's jacket? Hmm... just put Venetian on the tag of that one. [And then, his lips twitch a little] For the other, simply put Glinda. There can't really be a more accurate description.

And, Rachel, thanks... by the way, for doing this.

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It's fine. It's important to you, isn't it?

[Almost instantly, as Rachel writes out the appropriate tags for the appropriate garments, flashing him a quick smile of encouragement as she attaches them to the clothes, in plain sight, adding them to the unofficial 'done' pile.

But then, she pauses, and Rachel smooths out a shirt with a little frown.]

Besides, I am certainly not one to squash talent, and you do have a lot of it, in most everything you do, Kurt.

[Her voice gets a little quieter as she starts putting clothes into different piles of colors.]

I wish I was a quarter as talented as you are.