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storypaint) wrote2009-10-13 08:52 am
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Prom (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Prom
Fandom: Glee
Length: 483 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Glee, Finn/Kurt, Prom happens when nobody's watching
Pairing: slight Finn/Kurt; mentions of Finn/Quinn; Finn/Rachel
Other: n/a
Excerpt: He sighs dramatically and says, "Very well, I'll help you find a tuxedo, but you must let me pick your tie. No clip-ons."
It's weird to think that he's been too preoccupied to think about prom, supposedly the highlight, after all, of each high school year, but between breaking up with Quinn and Rachel's usual drama and football training and Glee, it totally slips Finn's mind.
So when Kurt says something about it, he can only blink and stare. It isn't much different than his usual confused stare, but Kurt has become an expert interpreter of Finn's expressions in this past year. He sighs dramatically and says, "Very well, I'll help you find a tuxedo, but you must let me pick your tie. No clip-ons."
"Thanks," Finn answers, relief coursing through him, because he's never tried to do it by himself before. He's never gone to a dance stag before. If he had thought about it a moment, he might have decided not to go at all, but Kurt's tone brooked no argument. It always does, and somehow Finn finds it terribly difficult to disobey.
Puck snickers, but he laughs at stupid stuff all the time. Anyway, Kurt dresses better than the rest of them, and there is nothing wrong with wanting to look good, right?
*
Kurt brings his own tape measure and walks right past the store where Finn has been dragged for fittings in the past. Without his usual girlfriends in tow, he is snappy and erudite and actually pretty funny. He has to poke Finn with a pin once to get him to stop laughing and stand still.
He finds Finn a monkey suit that makes him look really good, like an adult, Finn thinks, and he just stares at the mirror for a moment while Kurt holds up ties and mumbles about color and how Finn is a 'summer,' whatever that means.
He does a good job, so Finn buys them pizza and then drags them into the joke shop, and Kurt laughs until he cries at some silly book. Finn is glad. Sure, he doesn't appreciate the same kind of (admittedly tasteless) humor that Finn likes, but at least he's having fun too.
"Eight p.m.," Kurt tells him when he drops him off, into the passenger seat to talk to Finn through the car window. He lifts his hand and wags his finger. It makes Finn want to laugh again.
"Okay," he says instead.
"We'll pick up the girls at eight-thirty, once I've gotten you presentable," Kurt says, nodding, looking pleased with himself.
"Okay," Finn says again.
It isn't until Kurt has driven away that he realizes that this is a little odd, going to prom with a bunch of single girls and Kurt, but mostly because of Kurt.
But, well, he's a nice guy, and Finn is sure he didn't mean it in any sort of weird way, so he's at Kurt's house by eight.
Even though Kurt's dad gives him an oddly appraising look.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 483 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: Glee, Finn/Kurt, Prom happens when nobody's watchingPairing: slight Finn/Kurt; mentions of Finn/Quinn; Finn/Rachel
Other: n/a
Excerpt: He sighs dramatically and says, "Very well, I'll help you find a tuxedo, but you must let me pick your tie. No clip-ons."
It's weird to think that he's been too preoccupied to think about prom, supposedly the highlight, after all, of each high school year, but between breaking up with Quinn and Rachel's usual drama and football training and Glee, it totally slips Finn's mind.
So when Kurt says something about it, he can only blink and stare. It isn't much different than his usual confused stare, but Kurt has become an expert interpreter of Finn's expressions in this past year. He sighs dramatically and says, "Very well, I'll help you find a tuxedo, but you must let me pick your tie. No clip-ons."
"Thanks," Finn answers, relief coursing through him, because he's never tried to do it by himself before. He's never gone to a dance stag before. If he had thought about it a moment, he might have decided not to go at all, but Kurt's tone brooked no argument. It always does, and somehow Finn finds it terribly difficult to disobey.
Puck snickers, but he laughs at stupid stuff all the time. Anyway, Kurt dresses better than the rest of them, and there is nothing wrong with wanting to look good, right?
*
Kurt brings his own tape measure and walks right past the store where Finn has been dragged for fittings in the past. Without his usual girlfriends in tow, he is snappy and erudite and actually pretty funny. He has to poke Finn with a pin once to get him to stop laughing and stand still.
He finds Finn a monkey suit that makes him look really good, like an adult, Finn thinks, and he just stares at the mirror for a moment while Kurt holds up ties and mumbles about color and how Finn is a 'summer,' whatever that means.
He does a good job, so Finn buys them pizza and then drags them into the joke shop, and Kurt laughs until he cries at some silly book. Finn is glad. Sure, he doesn't appreciate the same kind of (admittedly tasteless) humor that Finn likes, but at least he's having fun too.
"Eight p.m.," Kurt tells him when he drops him off, into the passenger seat to talk to Finn through the car window. He lifts his hand and wags his finger. It makes Finn want to laugh again.
"Okay," he says instead.
"We'll pick up the girls at eight-thirty, once I've gotten you presentable," Kurt says, nodding, looking pleased with himself.
"Okay," Finn says again.
It isn't until Kurt has driven away that he realizes that this is a little odd, going to prom with a bunch of single girls and Kurt, but mostly because of Kurt.
But, well, he's a nice guy, and Finn is sure he didn't mean it in any sort of weird way, so he's at Kurt's house by eight.
Even though Kurt's dad gives him an oddly appraising look.
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I bet Finn just nearly escaped the 'if-you-hurt-my-son,-they-will-never-find-the-body' talk complete with showcasing a fine flamethrower.
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