Fanfiction Challenge: For missdunham Finn/Kurt Ficlet.
Title: Let's Go Shopping
Author: Missmx24
Characters: Kurt and Finn
Rating: K+
Warnings: Non-explicit Slash
Word Count: 700
Summary: Kurt is over at Finn's and has a problem with his boyfriend's wardrobe.
Author's Note: I have never written this pairing before so I apologize if it not very realistic. This is just a fluffy little one-shot I wrote as a fanfiction challenge from a prompt given to me by missdunham.
“Seriously, this is disgusting.” Kurt made a motion with his hand towards a dirty pile of clothes sitting in the corner of my room. I hadn’t gotten around to bringing my laundry downstairs for my mom to do, so now my room looked like a hamper blew up. He bent down to pick up one of my crumpled blue polo shirts. “I don’t even recognize this designer…Finn where did you get this?”
I shrugged my shoulders. How was I supposed to know where I got that shirt from? My mom picked it up for me; I’m not really the best shopper. Besides, does it even matter where you buy clothes? Just as long as you have clothes…right? I mean people shouldn’t walk around naked, that would just be weird, and kind of gross. I mean having to go to school naked…awkward.
My confusion must have shown on my face because Kurt clicked his tongue and gave me a look filled with sympathy.
“Finn, as much as I love your whole All-American Boy persona thing you have going on here, we really need to fix your wardrobe. “ He went over to my closet which was currently overflowing with clothes; he grabbed all the clothes by their hangers and hauled them over to my currently un-made bed. “It is simply unacceptable for you to not own at least one Gucci handkerchief.”
I gulped. Kurt had this look on his face which made me shrink back towards the entry way into my room. Besides, what is a Gucci? It kind of sounded like that stuff you put on chips…I think it was Mexican?
“Finn!” Kurt snapped his fingers in my direction. “Where are all your suit jackets?”
Suit jackets? Like coats? “Uh, I’ve got my letterman jacket…” I trailed off and glanced towards him as he was currently ruffling through my dresser drawers, my top drawer, which was my underwear drawer. He grinned when he pulled out a pair of my boxers which had hearts on the butt. What? My mom gave them to me as a present for Valentines Day last year.
“These are tacky as hell…but they probably look cute as hell too.” He winked at me. “You can keep these.”
I blushed at Kurt who was currently spinning around my room with them in his hands. He was humming something as he pretended my boxers were his dancing partner. I reached over to grab them as he spun by but, I misjudged the distance, and flopped onto my bed. Kurt sat down with a flourish next my hand which was outstretched towards him. He huffed a little and turned towards me. He gestured around my room with his hands while pausing to throw a look of contempt towards my closet.
“We’re going shopping.” The grin on his face was scaring me a little. I reached over and grabbed my boxers from his hands and then stood up to put them back. I folded them into a square and shoved them into the top drawer. I turned back towards my bed and shook my head.
“No.”
Kurt’s smile faltered a little. He turned to where his giant, fancy bag was sitting on the floor near my nightstand, and picked it up. He dug through it and pulled out a shiny credit card which had the visa logo in the corner.
“Too bad muscle man,” I scoffed at the nickname he insisted on calling me. He decided it was perfect after a particularly grueling football practice.
He flipped the credit card back and forth between his hands. Kurt made a dramactic gesture with his head towards the card. “I’m paying which means you definitely want to go.”
I just shrugged my shoulders while silently thinking to myself if Kurt was alright. Moving his head around like that could give him whiplash or something…
“C’mon Finnnnnn” He whined the last bit, and I couldn’t help but admit defeat.
“Fine.” I made over to help him off my bed and offered my outstretched hand which he graciously accepted.
“Besides,” Kurt wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I’ll do that thing with my tongue that you like.”
I laughed and smacked him lightly on his arm.
Author: Missmx24
Characters: Kurt and Finn
Rating: K+
Warnings: Non-explicit Slash
Word Count: 700
Summary: Kurt is over at Finn's and has a problem with his boyfriend's wardrobe.
Author's Note: I have never written this pairing before so I apologize if it not very realistic. This is just a fluffy little one-shot I wrote as a fanfiction challenge from a prompt given to me by missdunham.
“Seriously, this is disgusting.” Kurt made a motion with his hand towards a dirty pile of clothes sitting in the corner of my room. I hadn’t gotten around to bringing my laundry downstairs for my mom to do, so now my room looked like a hamper blew up. He bent down to pick up one of my crumpled blue polo shirts. “I don’t even recognize this designer…Finn where did you get this?”
I shrugged my shoulders. How was I supposed to know where I got that shirt from? My mom picked it up for me; I’m not really the best shopper. Besides, does it even matter where you buy clothes? Just as long as you have clothes…right? I mean people shouldn’t walk around naked, that would just be weird, and kind of gross. I mean having to go to school naked…awkward.
My confusion must have shown on my face because Kurt clicked his tongue and gave me a look filled with sympathy.
“Finn, as much as I love your whole All-American Boy persona thing you have going on here, we really need to fix your wardrobe. “ He went over to my closet which was currently overflowing with clothes; he grabbed all the clothes by their hangers and hauled them over to my currently un-made bed. “It is simply unacceptable for you to not own at least one Gucci handkerchief.”
I gulped. Kurt had this look on his face which made me shrink back towards the entry way into my room. Besides, what is a Gucci? It kind of sounded like that stuff you put on chips…I think it was Mexican?
“Finn!” Kurt snapped his fingers in my direction. “Where are all your suit jackets?”
Suit jackets? Like coats? “Uh, I’ve got my letterman jacket…” I trailed off and glanced towards him as he was currently ruffling through my dresser drawers, my top drawer, which was my underwear drawer. He grinned when he pulled out a pair of my boxers which had hearts on the butt. What? My mom gave them to me as a present for Valentines Day last year.
“These are tacky as hell…but they probably look cute as hell too.” He winked at me. “You can keep these.”
I blushed at Kurt who was currently spinning around my room with them in his hands. He was humming something as he pretended my boxers were his dancing partner. I reached over to grab them as he spun by but, I misjudged the distance, and flopped onto my bed. Kurt sat down with a flourish next my hand which was outstretched towards him. He huffed a little and turned towards me. He gestured around my room with his hands while pausing to throw a look of contempt towards my closet.
“We’re going shopping.” The grin on his face was scaring me a little. I reached over and grabbed my boxers from his hands and then stood up to put them back. I folded them into a square and shoved them into the top drawer. I turned back towards my bed and shook my head.
“No.”
Kurt’s smile faltered a little. He turned to where his giant, fancy bag was sitting on the floor near my nightstand, and picked it up. He dug through it and pulled out a shiny credit card which had the visa logo in the corner.
“Too bad muscle man,” I scoffed at the nickname he insisted on calling me. He decided it was perfect after a particularly grueling football practice.
He flipped the credit card back and forth between his hands. Kurt made a dramactic gesture with his head towards the card. “I’m paying which means you definitely want to go.”
I just shrugged my shoulders while silently thinking to myself if Kurt was alright. Moving his head around like that could give him whiplash or something…
“C’mon Finnnnnn” He whined the last bit, and I couldn’t help but admit defeat.
“Fine.” I made over to help him off my bed and offered my outstretched hand which he graciously accepted.
“Besides,” Kurt wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I’ll do that thing with my tongue that you like.”
I laughed and smacked him lightly on his arm.