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[If you were expecting a whiny teenager on the network giving an exasperated sigh over how the mansion took far too long with its decorating when it obviously could have just been done in about ten seconds as usual, well. You'll be very surprised. Instead, the camera has turned on by itself, and it's angled down...much farther than usual.
There's no question that it's Kurt - not with that precious bow tie and perfectly coiffed hair anyway. However, he couldn't be older than perhaps five or six years old. He doesn't seem very perturbed by this at all - in fact, Kurt's not even paying attention to the camera at all.
No, instead he's out in the hall, on his tip-toes, trying to reach up and grab a stocking labeled "KURT HUMMEL". Sadly, it's at least a foot and a half out of his grasp. Curses!
He does manage to snag a little bit of dangling silver tinsel in his tiny fingers though, and he yanks it down with a tug. It tears down pretty easily, so the force of the pull causes him to fall over. It sort of stuns him for a second, like he's not quite sure if that hurt enough to cry over or not, but then he gets back up to his feet and pulls down the other side. He watches, fascinated as the remaining garland extends and reconnects like magic. Wow, that was really cool.
Kurt looks down at the long piece of tinsel in his hands and suddenly, he instantly knows what to do with it. He slings it over his shoulder (after a couple of adorably uncoordinated tries) and manages to get it draped gently around the other side of his neck. After a fickle moment of adjusting it, he looks pretty proud of himself.
After all, he does have the most sparkly beautiful boa ever now. Yeah. You know you're jealous.]
There's no question that it's Kurt - not with that precious bow tie and perfectly coiffed hair anyway. However, he couldn't be older than perhaps five or six years old. He doesn't seem very perturbed by this at all - in fact, Kurt's not even paying attention to the camera at all.
No, instead he's out in the hall, on his tip-toes, trying to reach up and grab a stocking labeled "KURT HUMMEL". Sadly, it's at least a foot and a half out of his grasp. Curses!
He does manage to snag a little bit of dangling silver tinsel in his tiny fingers though, and he yanks it down with a tug. It tears down pretty easily, so the force of the pull causes him to fall over. It sort of stuns him for a second, like he's not quite sure if that hurt enough to cry over or not, but then he gets back up to his feet and pulls down the other side. He watches, fascinated as the remaining garland extends and reconnects like magic. Wow, that was really cool.
Kurt looks down at the long piece of tinsel in his hands and suddenly, he instantly knows what to do with it. He slings it over his shoulder (after a couple of adorably uncoordinated tries) and manages to get it draped gently around the other side of his neck. After a fickle moment of adjusting it, he looks pretty proud of himself.
After all, he does have the most sparkly beautiful boa ever now. Yeah. You know you're jealous.]