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steampunk.
So here's what you missed on Glee:
After a heart-to-heart with his BFF Grace about that boy Maxxie, Kurt determined that he may want to hold off on trying to find someone to date for the time being — ("The sort of thing that'd make me swear a vow of celibacy, or at least swear that my love is only meant for the stage.") — and is instead focusing on both self-defense — ("Just think of this as football practice or something; the guys certainly piled on each other enough, there.") — and considering another go at Rocky Horror, but this time auditioning for Jane Weiss — ("Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me, I wanna be dirty."). Oh, and did we mention that the island's turned into some strange version of Victorian London? But steampunk. Weird, but kinda cool.
And that's what you missed on... Glee!
Having considerably cheered since finding a rich, dark red velvet cloak in the Compound's clothing box, the halt of snow has Kurt feeling more energetic now than in the first few days of London. With the skies relatively clear, and a few heated stones tucked away in the linings of his pockets, Kurt finds that he can keep himself warm for a fair amount of time as he wanders about London, cheeks rosy with excitement and the cold alike. The long afternoons are made easier by hauling a friend out with him for the trip, and today the person of choice happens to be Billy Kaplan, practically dragged out of the Compound as soon as Kurt noticed that he'd worn the same outfit two days in a row. Which was, all things considered, already criminal on the island proper— but now, with actual shops around which carried respectful choices without the need to dig through improper sizes and neon colors? There was simply no excuse.
Whatsoever.
"This way, this way," Kurt announces, arm wrapped tightly around Billy's own as he spots the first of many clothing shops for the two of them to browse through, shooting Billy a quick look that allows for no argument as they step inside, suddenly awash in warmth and the scent of textiles. As seems to often be the case, the shopkeeper chooses that moment to head into the back, leaving them with the privacy needed to carefully work their way through the selection. "Right. Pick a color. Anything other than red," he instructs, glancing around with wide and approving eyes.
After a heart-to-heart with his BFF Grace about that boy Maxxie, Kurt determined that he may want to hold off on trying to find someone to date for the time being — ("The sort of thing that'd make me swear a vow of celibacy, or at least swear that my love is only meant for the stage.") — and is instead focusing on both self-defense — ("Just think of this as football practice or something; the guys certainly piled on each other enough, there.") — and considering another go at Rocky Horror, but this time auditioning for Jane Weiss — ("Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me, I wanna be dirty."). Oh, and did we mention that the island's turned into some strange version of Victorian London? But steampunk. Weird, but kinda cool.
And that's what you missed on... Glee!
Having considerably cheered since finding a rich, dark red velvet cloak in the Compound's clothing box, the halt of snow has Kurt feeling more energetic now than in the first few days of London. With the skies relatively clear, and a few heated stones tucked away in the linings of his pockets, Kurt finds that he can keep himself warm for a fair amount of time as he wanders about London, cheeks rosy with excitement and the cold alike. The long afternoons are made easier by hauling a friend out with him for the trip, and today the person of choice happens to be Billy Kaplan, practically dragged out of the Compound as soon as Kurt noticed that he'd worn the same outfit two days in a row. Which was, all things considered, already criminal on the island proper— but now, with actual shops around which carried respectful choices without the need to dig through improper sizes and neon colors? There was simply no excuse.
Whatsoever.
"This way, this way," Kurt announces, arm wrapped tightly around Billy's own as he spots the first of many clothing shops for the two of them to browse through, shooting Billy a quick look that allows for no argument as they step inside, suddenly awash in warmth and the scent of textiles. As seems to often be the case, the shopkeeper chooses that moment to head into the back, leaving them with the privacy needed to carefully work their way through the selection. "Right. Pick a color. Anything other than red," he instructs, glancing around with wide and approving eyes.

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The shop is dark and warm, at least, and Billy looks around as he pulls his scarf off and unbuttons his coat. "I wear things other than red," he protests weakly as he heads deeper into the shop. "What about something green?"
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"But of course you'd just head for the opposite color," he smiles, shaking his head. "I'm looking for pieces that will complement the red, not make you look like Father Christmas come in his handsome youth." Pulling a vest off a nearby hanger, he holds it up against Billy's torso, brow furrowed in thought.
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"I don't know, I don't really think about color or stuff like that," he admits, as if one look at his wardrobe over a week wasn't proof enough. "Ooh, hey, I kinda like this."
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Tugging the vest off of the hanger, Kurt gestured for Billy to hold his arms out to try. "I mean, all that time when you were reading about heroes and whatnot, did you never spare a second to think about their uniforms? The way they carried themselves? Not that superheroes are all about being figureheads, but it certainly doesn't hurt if their choices are easy on the general public's eye. Although I suppose Superman proves himself a huge exception to that rule."
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"And anyone who wears underwear on the outside is a huge exception to the rule," he agrees. Despite how much he likes Clark, it's something he's been dying to ask him about. "But that's a superhero uniform, everyone's going to see me in it. I was too busy with other things in high school to care about clothes, and now I don't really notice what I'm wearing." Which is entirely the problem, of course.
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(Then again, maybe he's reading too much into it. Maybe Billy's speaking in hypotheticals. Maybe Kurt just doesn't know how to ask.)
"I guess that's where we differ," he decides, finally able to smooth out the vest where it hangs smartly off Billy's shoulders, patting it once on the other boy's chest. "I wasn't really all that busy in high school. Except with the glee club. And, well, one's sense of fashion meant a great deal among a group like that."
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He gives the vest another look and smiles, actually feeling like there's some hope for him yet if he likes something that Kurt approves of. "Can I keep this one?"
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Quickly glancing over his shoulder again, Kurt arches his brow. "And can't hold a tune, huh? You mean I didn't manage to pin you down for karaoke at my birthday party? We'll have to remedy that."