Made By Hevans (Glee: SamxKurt)
Title: Shopping
Author: sano_fujitezu
Rating: PG13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam+Kurt
Author''s notes: FLUFF and fashion jargon
Disclaimer: If ever I owned Glee, let' s just say that it wouldn't be fir for family TV.
Summary: Nothing makes Kurt happier than a make-over.
Drabble 5: Shopping
Author’s notes: Again, thank you for the wonderful reviews! This is for SkurtHevans… who has been so amazing and has made tumblr so much more fun!
Kurt Hummel was walking through the hallways of McKinley high. Chin up and head held up high, and strutting down the hallway as if it was his own personal catwalk. The other students of McKinley have long since been used to this ‘peculiar’ behavior from Kurt.
But he really didn’t care. He had a destination in mind, and he would be damned if he would spare a thought for the homophobes in his school.
Lucky for him, there was no sign of Azimio or Karofsky, so no slushie facials yet. Rounding around the corner, he stopped for a moment as his eyes landed on his target.
Checking out his boyfriend from afar was a definite hobby of his ever since Sam Evans had walked into McKinley High. But now that they were actually dating, he could stare all he wanted because he was *allowed* to, no, he was duty-bound to do so.
And damn did Sam Evans look hot. For some reason the blond quarterback could make anything look as if it came out of a magazine, with that ridiculously-juiced blonde hair, those kissably-wide lips and mouth-watering washboard abs…
Noticing that he’d almost drooled right in the middle of the crowded hallway; he walked over to his boyfriend’s locker and leaned against it, smiling flirtatiously.
“Hi.”
Sam closed the locker after grabbing his Astronomy book and placed a kiss on Kurt’s cheek. “Hey, ready for your quiz?” They started walking to Kurt’s Calculus class together before Sam would head on to Astronomy in the next room, hands brushing against each other’s nonchalantly.
Kurt was doing a thorough once-over on Sam’s outfit when he saw something that almost made him clench the fabric of his satin yellow Balenciaga jacket.
Under one of Sam’s many letter jackets was a form-fitting white t-shirt that normally Kurt would totally adore because they showed off the taller teen’s body to perfection, but what made him almost tear out his hair in frustration were the words ‘Frankie says Relax’ written over Sam’s chest in big block letters.
“Are you okay, baby? You look a little pale…”
“Sam, meet me by my car once school lets out. We have something to take care of.”
The display window of ‘Magnifique’ looked the same as any other display window of any clothing shop. Except that the most discerning clothing connoisseur can hardly fail to notice that the clothes draped over the mannequins were all designer labels.
Browsing through the same old clothing stores in the Lima mall district was like watching a basketball game for Kurt. Everyone was screaming and was clearly excited but Kurt really couldn’t get what all the fuss was about. It was boring.
And Burt Hummel can attest to that.
But on one magical Saturday afternoon tagged as their customary ‘Shopping time,’ Mercedes and Kurt would get into his Navigator and drive to the mall to check out if there was anything fabulous on display. But on that fateful day, some road work was being done so they had to make a detour and just as they thought they were getting lost, they were greeted by heaven’s door that was guarded by their new-found friend, Giselle.
Giselle Bertrand moved to Lima, Ohio from France after marrying her husband and having two beautiful children. Although she had settled into American life quite gracefully, her love of fashion inspired her to open her own clothing thrift shop. Every month she would get a shipment of clothes from Paris that was either out-of-season or factory rejects.
It was hardly something that Kurt’s fashion soul would even consider. But for McKinley’s most fashionable pair, designer label always trumps over the occasional missed stitch and missing buttons. Mercedes had the most flawless sewing skills and Kurt was always there to accessorize strategically to hide the flaws. And where else would you get designer clothes at half or sometimes even a fraction of its original asking price?
So ‘Magnifique’ had been their second home and Giselle would always be telling them stories about Paris where she was supposed to be an upcoming model that had chosen love just before she hit the big time. Stories were exchanged over endless cups of tea but for this day, Kurt had an important mission to accomplish.
“My beautiful Kurt! How happy I am to see you!” Even though she’d been staying in Lima for more than 10 years, Giselle’s English was still heavily-accented. As she was about to welcome him into her perfumed arms, she saw the pretty blonde boy standing awkwardly in front of the door.
“And who is this?”
“Giselle, this is Sam Evans. Sam, this is the fabulous Giselle.” The dawn of realization on the storeowner’s face gave Sam the idea that this woman already knew about him… it was a bit freaky.
Giselle gestured for Sam to come closer. “Come, my little bird! Kurt has brought you to the right place! We will fi- oh, sacre bleu!” She had just gotten a glimpse of the unfortunate ‘Frankie says Relax’ t-shirt and quickly ushered a confused Sam into the dressing room, speaking in rapid French about the idiocy of statement shirts and other American fashion faux pas.
Kurt was smiling widely as he followed, grabbing some simple Calvin Klein shirts and a Marc Jacobs jacket off the rack. He found Sam standing in front of mirror of one of the fitting rooms, looking completely freaked out decked in a white Gucci button down shirt that highlighted his strapping shoulders.
“So how’re you holding up, cowboy?”
Sam looked like a deer caught in headlights as he stared at himself in the mirror, turning around to check out what a designer label looked on him. “I dunno, Kurt… it’s just…” Luckily, Giselle was talking on the phone with presumably one of her suppliers, since the rapid French was bit too hard to understand even though Kurt was already fluent in speaking the language. So she was probably going to be preoccupied for the next few minutes.
Standing behind Sam in front of the mirror, he smoothed over the fabric over his shoulders and smiled at him encouragingly. “I’m sorry I brought you here so suddenly, I was supposed to ease you onto a bit of shopping with me a little more into the future… but that shirt…“ He pointed disdainfully at the unfortunate shirt discarded on the floor next to Sam’s feet, “Just shifted me onto ‘make-over’ mode.” He kissed the back of Sam’s neck affectionately. “Is that okay?”
Their eyes met on their reflection on the mirror for a moment, Sam’s apprehensive and Kurt’s apologetic, when the blond finally sighed and said, “Fine.” To which Kurt promptly gave out a little shriek of victory and suddenly buried his boyfriend in designer clothes that he was dying to have him try on.
Sam was already wearing a gray Calvin Klein shirt topped by an Armani Fleece Track jacket when Kurt walked in with more clothes. There was already a small pile of clothes that they would purchase and the jock was kind of getting tired undressing and dressing so many times already. He just couldn’t bear to tell Kurt since his boyfriend looked as happy as a little kid at Christmas morning.
When the countertenor suddenly held up a pair of Armani jeans with sequins lining the side, he finally held up his hand in warning. “Whoa! That is NOT part of the deal, Kurt!”
“But Saaaam…”
“I already agreed to that red Muzini-“
“Missoni.” Kurt stated.
“-jacket with the buckles on it and the Huge Boss-“
“Hugo Boss.”
“-sweater with gold stripes on the sleeves… but I draw the line at SEQUINS.”
“But Saaaaam… just this last one, please? I know that it would look divine on you… you have those great legs and the sequins would really show them off…” Kurt was holding up the pants as he spoke. The sequins glinted mockingly at Sam.
No way, jose. Not even Batman wore sequins.
But he did wear a huge belt over his crotch. But Kurt didn’t need to know that.
Sam crossed his arm over his chest. “You’ve been having fun all day with this make-over, so what do I get?”
Kurt thought for a moment, “My undying love and affection?” He smiled sweetly and was running his hands over the collar of Sam’s jacket.
Sam quirked an eyebrow disbelievingly, well, two could play at that game. He went out of the dressing room and came back a few minutes later, holding up a wooden hanger.
“Y-you don’t mean-“
“Yes, I do. It’s either this or no sequins.”
Giselle was obviously pleased with the selection of outfits that Kurt picked and was ringing them up, assuring Sam that since it was his first time at ‘Magnifique’ that he would get everything at half the price.
Anything for her ‘favorite customer and his beau,’ she was fond on repeating.
Sam was sighing as he handed over his money for the new ‘Dead Rising’ videogame he was saving up for. He was a bit bummed out that he spent it on clothes but he gotta admit, Kurt really knew how to make him look good without losing his style. Plus, they felt so soft against his skin.
Not too shabby for a blond jock.
Packing the clothes into an assortment of bags, Giselle then held up a peculiar item. It was part of Forever 21’s faux leather line, a miniskirt that zipped on the side that was designed to mold to the wearer's hips and legs like spandex.
“Oh, I’m sorry; this must’ve gotten mixed into your things… I’ll just-“
“No, no, Giselle. Can you please pack that into a separate bag?” Sam was smirking triumphantly as he wrapped an arm around a furiously-blushing Kurt’s waist. “It’s for Kurt.” He added with a wink.
Giselle looked from one boy to the other and smiled knowingly. “Of course, ma Cherie! You can have the skirt, free of charge!” If it was possible, Kurt turned even redder and refused to look the storeowner in the eyes.
Sam grabbed their purchases with one hand and ushered his boyfriend out the door with the other, the small bag containing the Forever 21 skirt clasped in Kurt’s hands.
The End
Author’s notes: I don’t know what came over me… too much Kum has been driving me crazy. But I still love them to death! Hope you guys liked it!
Please keep the kum-ments coming!