31 Texts From last Night Day 21test_kard_girlJanuary 21 2013, 19:54:19 UTC
(313): White coat. Heels.
"Where did you get these?"
"Oh; Dalton's wardrobe department owed me a favour."
Puck raises a sceptical eyebrow, and Kurt strikes a Vogue pose:
"For being fabulous, of course. Do you know how depressingly conformist that place is without me?"
"I can guess." Puck drawls, and winces as he crams his chunky man-toes into one size 11 black strappy stiletto.
"Hell fuck, you expect me to walk in these or something?"
"Don't make me show you the Gaga heels again." Kurt warns, and Puck shivers at his memory of those ten-inch monstrosities. "But yeah, it does take some getting used to." The other boy concedes. "There's a technique. You have to walk from the hip..." He climbs back to his feet so he can demonstrate, strutting a few catwalk steps around his bedroom. "See? Instead of the knee."
Puck gives it a shot, tottering a few tentative Bambi steps towards the mirror. Call him a simpleton, but he always kind of figured walking from his feet was the way forward. Fuck, his ankles are not made for this crap.
New York #21 Mention of Kurt/Blaine.geeky_ramblingsJanuary 21 2013, 22:43:38 UTC
After Kurt and Puck parted ways to go home, the countertenor what the hell had possessed him to tell that their little celebration on New Years Eve would be a date. First of all, as far as he knew Puck wasn't gay. Although when Kurt overheard the name Luka the other night, he heard Puck speak of him in a fond tone. Still that didn't mean anything. Luka could be Puck's best friend for all he knew. Plus there was the fact that he still wasn't over Blaine
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"Where did you get these?"
"Oh; Dalton's wardrobe department owed me a favour."
Puck raises a sceptical eyebrow, and Kurt strikes a Vogue pose:
"For being fabulous, of course. Do you know how depressingly conformist that place is without me?"
"I can guess." Puck drawls, and winces as he crams his chunky man-toes into one size 11 black strappy stiletto.
"Hell fuck, you expect me to walk in these or something?"
"Don't make me show you the Gaga heels again." Kurt warns, and Puck shivers at his memory of those ten-inch monstrosities. "But yeah, it does take some getting used to." The other boy concedes. "There's a technique. You have to walk from the hip..." He climbs back to his feet so he can demonstrate, strutting a few catwalk steps around his bedroom. "See? Instead of the knee."
Puck gives it a shot, tottering a few tentative Bambi steps towards the mirror. Call him a simpleton, but he always kind of figured walking from his feet was the way forward. Fuck, his ankles are not made for this crap.
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Love this.
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