It has special powers. [closed]

[whatsacliche]

Characters: whatsacliche and isfullofennui
Setting/Location: Kurt's room
Date & Time: Backdated to day 19? Afternoon? idk D:
Warnings: Awkwardness, probably.
Summary: Finn comes bearing gifts. And grilled cheesuses. Gdit, Kurt, you have to eat.

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[isfullofennui]

Looking himself over in the mirror, Kurt pushed a lose strand of hair across his forehead and straightened his sweater. "Kurt Hummel, you are a hot mess," he sighed, rubbing at the red under his eyes. No amount of concealer would remove those barefaced bags. Not that it mattered, having applied the last of his concealer on an untimely zit the night before he was tossed into the caravan, but it reaffirmed that his life was never anything but a constant trial. A final tug at the hem of his sweater and Kurt breezed over to the door, pulling it open and stopping it with his foot.

To say that his immediate expression conveyed horror would be like saying he wouldn't mind winning a Tony.

"Finn, please tell me you don't expect me to eat that." Kurt said, squinting through the doorway. "I'm trying to keep my food down, not bring it back up."

[whatsacliche]

Finn shrank away slightly. Man, Kurt was just so critical. "They're all I know how to make, practically. It's just bread and cheese, man." And butter. Lots of butter. He figured Kurt didn't want to hear about that part.

He held up the loosely wrapped package in his opposite hand, hoping to distract Kurt long enough that maybe he'd eat the sandwiches without realizing or something. "Uh, I got you a present when we were in the lake, uh. Place. I thought it might cheer you up and stuff."

[isfullofennui]

Kurt looked at the lump under Finn's arms, then stepped away from the door, holding his arm out.

"Should I be worried?" He asked, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror and jabbing a finger at his limp bangs. "And what exactly did you put in those? Because I'm on a strict goat's cheese diet and I'm not about to break my regimen because you're convinced I've gone all Mary Kate Olsen on the world." Kurt swung the door shut with his heel, coming up behind Finn and eyeing the sandwiches in his hand.

He'd rather burn a hole in his Alexander McQueen than put that grilled monstrosity anywhere near his mouth.

Shifting his attention to more manageable matters, Kurt began extrapolating how he was going to feign gratitude for what was probably a pair of oceanic stirrup pants, vaguely distracted by the smell of burnt cheese.

[whatsacliche]

To be honest, Finn wasn't at all sure what kind of cheese this was. He'd only decided it was cheese after he'd tasted it. He kind of figured that was all the information he needed...

Well, he wasn't about to lie, so: "It could be goat."

Stepping inside, Finn held up the gift, smiling awkwardly. "And no, man, I don't think you should worry. Uh. Unless I got the wrong size. I wasn't so sure about that. But I think...Well, um. Why don't I just let you look?"

Placing the plate of sandwiches on a bedside table, he held up the package and grinned. Humming a trumpet fanfare, he whipped the paper away and presented his gift: a shiny, purple, whale-bone corset. It even had a real pearl sewn at the top. In Finn's opinion it was pretty boss.

And he spent all day cleaning oysters for it, so it better be.

"Uh. Like it?"

[isfullofennui]

For a split second, Kurt's eyes grew comically wide. And then he grinned.

Grinned. At a present Finn Hudson had bought him.

His expression was stuck for another split second, maybe two, before he pulled himself out of the moment as quickly as he had gone into it. The transition was blatant enough to leave a breeze, but his expression remained soft as he extended his hands, prying the corset away from Finn. He held it to the nearest light, examining it with scrunitiny, thumb brushing the pearl with a mixture of awe and curiosity and areyoukiddingme. "Is that a real pearl?" He asked without really caring what the answer was.

It occurred to him that, if he were to criticise the moment, he could have done without the makeshift trumpet noises.

"It's lovely," Kurt permitted, because it was a lot more than just lovely, but he and Finn hadn't exactly reached that almost pseudo-brother stage in their relationship and Kurt wasn't about to consciously chase him away. "Thank you."