[Kurt's in his sewing studio at the back of his little clothing shop going through a new set of fabrics. He picks one out in particular, spends a good minute or two inspecting it, and holds it up to the PORTAL device.]

What do you think of this fabric? Is it too much?

[He tilts his head a little, considering his own question.]I don't think it is ( Read more... )

Okay, I am in serious need of some retail therapy. I know we can just dream up whatever we want - and believe me I've dreamed up more Jacobs and McQueen collections than I could've ever imagined owning back home - but I miss shopping at an actual store ( Read more... )

[Kurt is sitting at the piano in the McKinley choir room (which just so happens to be his place of solace) pressing random keys and looking a little down. He doesn't realize his PORTAL is broadcasting when he starts playing the chorus to Cee-Lo's F*ck You (particularly this cover of it) and humming along. It's very perky and it actually makes him ( Read more... )

[Kurt has the PORTAL device in his hand, but he's not looking at the screen. Instead, he's staring at a mirror that seems to be playing scenes of himself chatting with his friends and generally doing the every day stuff he normally does. He's more than a little weirded out by it and the fact that he's in a room he has no recollection of ever being ( Read more... )