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For Kurt (December)

Dec 03, 2011 00:43

The clothes were seriously cramping his style.

It wasn't that he didn't look good in them. In fact, he thought the hats were kind of awesome, but the clothes were seriously complicated. There were trousers and vests that Kurt insisted were called waistcoats, and overcoats and riding jackets and dinner jackets and top hats and bow ties and cuff ( Read more... )

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highf December 4 2011, 22:53:36 UTC

"I think this is a really bad idea."

As Kurt stood in the corner of one of the various shops that he and Puck had already made their way around to in the city, there was not a single part of his body that seemed capable of moving, no stretch of his chest which suggested breathing, and the only proof that he was conscious at all seemed to be the steady movement of his eyes as they carefully tracked Puck's progress. Truth be told, Kurt hadn't been all that eager to head out into the snow, even if it was for the sake of pulling more clothes out from the new and (arguably) improved clothes box, but the fact remained that he didn't want any of their group alone at any times, and if Puck was going to weather the new and changed terrain, then Kurt didn't trust anyone else to keep a leash on the guy.

This might have been a mistake.

"Look, not two months ago, we had a big carnival that took over the island and sprinkled us with candy and fried food and toys and- look where that got us. Murderous stuffed animals. Seriously, Puck, if that was ( ... )

imastud_dude December 6 2011, 03:32:51 UTC

"So what, are we just supposed to stay inside the apartment all month? 'Cause that's how long they're saying this is going to last," Puck pointed out, rolling his eyes and fishing the box of chocolates out of his pocket.

"Look, I'm putting it back, but there's a whole frickin' city out there, and there's no way in hell I'm not gonna at least check it out."

highf December 8 2011, 10:12:47 UTC

"I feel like I've heard this argument before," Kurt retorted, eyes narrowing as Puck's rolled, watching closely as Puck placed the chocolates back from where he'd grabbed them in the first place, and letting out a traitorous breath that he'd been holding all the while. "Look, far be it from me to be the bad guy and deprive you of all the delicious candy that you could be eating right now, but if I recall correctly, there was some pretty spectacular carnival food that this island offered not even two months ago, which you had, which practically everyone had, and then we were rewarded with Chucky and the thousand living toys. I just don't want us biting off more than we can chew, or, or tempting fate, I don't know."

Sighing, he approached the nearest counter and leaned over the wood, staring after the shopkeepers. "I'd at least feel a little better if we tried to buy the stuff. Nothing good comes for free."

imastud_dude December 11 2011, 01:05:43 UTC

"Buy it with what, dude? I think I've got some like, loose buttons in my pocket. Think that'd work?" he said, arching a skeptical brow. He'd forgotten what it felt like to actually have money, honestly earned or otherwise.

"And do you want to be the one to talk to that creeper? 'Cause I sure don't."

highf December 12 2011, 10:01:50 UTC

"With... I don't know, two hours' labor? Washing dishes? Although I do draw the line at sweeping chimneys," Kurt admitted as he glanced over in Puck's direction with a raised brow, sighing deeply as he pushed forward more still, tapping his fingers on the counter. "Because I have absolutely no desire to ruin my lungs over some ridiculous notion of the island's to send us back a couple of centuries in time. Anyway."

Whether it was because Kurt ultimately didn't believe in ghosts and the afterlife, or if it was purely the defensive logic that had him wanting to cover all of his bases, he nevertheless called out to the shopkeeper with some amount of abandon. "Hello? Excuse me? Excuse me- we were wondering what the price of the chocolate here-"

The mustached man gave a grunt, interrupting Kurt's question, before waving vaguely towards the stock.

"Take what you want," he said.

imastud_dude December 13 2011, 05:59:37 UTC

"See? Free stuff," Puck said, reaching for the box of chocolates he'd put back, like he hadn't learned a single thing from Halloween.

Because he hadn't. It wasn't like it had been that bad, anyway. They were just toys, and no one had gotten killed.

Puck quickly filled his pockets, offering a tip of his hat to the creepy shopkeeper and then tugging Kurt toward the exit.

Where he found himself suddenly stuck.

"Whoa, what the hell?"

highf December 13 2011, 06:09:51 UTC

"Okay, didn't your parents ever teach you the whole 'don't take candy from strangers' speel?" Kurt asked, still baffled as he watched his friend stuff his pockets full of chocolate and barely resisting when a hand was placed on his shoulder, guiding him back to the entrance of the shop. "And seriously, Halloween! Or- or Council records mention that weird space station, and god only knows that underground city's got on Atlantis and then some. I just don't trust it. I mean, I guess I shouldn't have been shopping so much at the clothing stores, but that's-"

He fell silent at Puck's words, holding both palms out defensively in front of himself before hastily taking a step back, gaze rising. Lips pressing together, he shook his head with a sigh.

"And there's your first warning."

imastud_dude December 13 2011, 07:07:09 UTC

"You've got to be kidding me," he said, anger sliding dangerously close to a whine as he looked up at the plant and asked like he half expected an answer from it, "Seriously?"

When mistletoe had first started cropping up at the Christmas parties his classmates threw, when he was still in middle school, it had seemed almost scandalous. The whole evening charged with anticipation, spiked with fear, and that feeling like they were all getting away with something sexy and cool disguised as a lame holiday tradition.

In reality, the kisses were usually brief and awkward, and rarely with the person you hoped. They got older, and the plant lost some of its edge, but it was still fun, as long as you didn't end up under it with someone really desperate.

Or a dude.

Admittedly, that had been one of those horror scenarios all the guys avoided and made offensive cracks about. Now, he wasn't exactly fighting back an explosion of rampant homophobia or anything, but it was still kind of inconvenient.

highf December 13 2011, 07:21:01 UTC

"Annual tradition around the island, apparently," Kurt replied, careful to sidestep the range of the mistletoe as he leaned against the wall by the door, head resting as he leveled Puck with a faintly amused grin. There were probably worse things for Noah Puckerman than the prospect of having to kiss a stranger, Kurt thought to himself, although perhaps the situation was made slightly more complex for the fact that Kurt couldn't help to summon anyone in from outside without being trapped by the mistletoe himself.

Maybe the shopkeeper had a deck of cards.

"So," Kurt exhaled, crossing his arms with admittedly piqued curiosity. Not that he was all too keen to lend his lips on every occasion, but Puck was a friend, and the mistletoe probably required no more than a peck. Kurt was pretty sure he could be fine with that. Puck was another story. "Let me guess. We play the waiting game until some pretty girl walks closely enough for you to try and earn a peck on the lips?"

imastud_dude December 14 2011, 23:53:16 UTC

"No way, dude. I'm not waiting around forever. Get over here," Puck decided, waving Kurt closer with a firm kind of finality, his mind made up.

It wasn't like he was real happy about the idea, but it really wasn't a big deal. He refused to be a baby about it.

highf December 17 2011, 07:02:56 UTC

Arching a brow curiously, Kurt made his way over to Puck, eying the other boy with a bit of trepidation. Not that Kurt felt there was a reason to be too concerned. The likelihood of passing mono in a short and fleeting peck- which, he was pretty sure, was all it would be- was extremely low, and odds were that they'd be able to move on with the friendship as though nothing happened at all. (Hadn't Puck remained, for better or worse, friends with all of the girls he'd had relations with on the glee club? It was rather astounding, in fact, how many ties he managed to maintain in spite of his relative promiscuity.)

Still, it was only the third kiss he was slated to experience, and he couldn't deny that it had his heart leaping just a touch.

"As requested," he replied, lips slightly pursed.

imastud_dude December 18 2011, 02:50:44 UTC

He didn't know the rules. He didn't know if just a peck would be enough, or if that crazy plant required major tongue action or something. But it didn't really matter. What mattered was Puck's reputation as a ladykiller, his ability to make chicks swoon and all that, and even though Kurt definitely wasn't a lady, one really awkward kiss could totally dock points from his standing as a sex shark.

So, while he wasn't like, trying to sweep Hummel off his feet or anything, it would've felt like cheating if he hadn't at least put in the effort.

Rolling his eyes, he reached out to grab Kurt's arm, urging him closer, since Puck wasn't exactly free to roam just yet. "Relax, Hummel," he said, resting a hand on Kurt's cheek and pressing their lips together. And of course Hummel's lips were soft like a girl's. He'd probably managed to find the only supply of Chapstick in the whole city.

highf December 18 2011, 05:53:41 UTC

The very moment Kurt was asked to relax, he only felt himself stiffen. Puck's hand on his arm was met with a faintly alarmed glance; after all, just how close did either of them have to be for a simple peck? But before he could raise protest at being manhandled for the sake of convenience, suddenly Puck took up the entirety of his view, a rough thumb brushing over Kurt's cheek in time with his sharp inhale, hands releasing from the nervous fist it'd made at his side. This kiss was more commanding than the other two Kurt had experienced. Karofsky's was sloppy, Maxxie's had been coaxing, asking permission. Puck was neither of these things, and Kurt found his hand suddenly brushing against Puck's chest, the point of contact making Kurt inhale in alarm.

What was that?

Resolving not to allow a second of silence to stretch into an awkward span of time, Kurt inhaled softly before glancing up to meet Puck's gaze, cheeks slightly flush.

"Did it work?"

imastud_dude December 19 2011, 05:01:06 UTC

And just like that, he was free.

Hummel looked kind of shell-shocked, but Puck was determined not to make a big deal out of it. It was kind of a decent kiss. So frickin' what?

"You're a lifesaver, man," Puck said with a friendly clasp of Kurt's shoulder, then, stepping out from under the mistletoe, he said, "So, where to next?"

highf December 19 2011, 06:38:32 UTC

Apparently, it wasn't a big deal to Puck after all. Which was... admittedly, on some level, pretty nice. It was good to see that there were some friendships that weren't easily derailed by sexuality or fell victim to physical boundaries. (Kurt knew that, if anything, his own boundaries were usually drawn pretty wide and high.) Seeing Puck act so casually about the kiss only pushed Kurt to do the same in turn, a small and nervous smile on his lips as he shrugged and stepped forward.

"Well, maybe we could head to the local-"

His voice cut off suddenly, and Kurt glanced up, panicked all over again. The mistletoe was still there.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me," he breathed.

imastud_dude December 19 2011, 06:45:27 UTC

Okay, now it was just screwing with him.

For the first time, Puck's face registered a little bit of nervousness, not because of Kurt, but because this felt personal.

"Okay, am I the only one that feels like someone's going to like, jump out from an alley with a camera or something?"

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