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Oct. 19th, 2012 10:48 pmIt takes a while for Kurt to start accepting that things have gone back to normal. Honestly, he's not sure that he's quite there yet. He's not sure whether or not he'll ever be. But if there's one thing that's changed since the last strange series of events in Darrow, it's that this time, Kurt's better learned how to ignore. How to compartmentalize. How to stamp down on panic just enough to go about one's day before letting the reins loose a little more at night. His pillow has seen any number of tears over the past couple of weeks, mostly from fright, but things are going back to normal, and it'd be a waste not to take advantage of that.
So he does.
He breathes, for a while.
And part of that is helped by taking greater initiative in the workplace. As much as Kurt loves his classes, it's in the clothing store where he feels most immediately comfortable, sure of himself and in his ability to pick the best clothes for each person who walks in. He's tended to any number of pretty thin blondes by now. He's seen the bombshell redheads, he's addressed the brunette belles — old hat. Reminds him, almost, of Ohio.
What really excites him is when someone of a less conventional appearance comes in for a spin. Such as the broad-shouldered, tan-skinned young man who steps into the store.
"Well hello, gorgeous," Kurt greets with a smile, perhaps taking a bit of a liberty, but definitely not leering. (Why would he, when he has the boyfriend that he does?) "Is there anything I can do to help you today?"
So he does.
He breathes, for a while.
And part of that is helped by taking greater initiative in the workplace. As much as Kurt loves his classes, it's in the clothing store where he feels most immediately comfortable, sure of himself and in his ability to pick the best clothes for each person who walks in. He's tended to any number of pretty thin blondes by now. He's seen the bombshell redheads, he's addressed the brunette belles — old hat. Reminds him, almost, of Ohio.
What really excites him is when someone of a less conventional appearance comes in for a spin. Such as the broad-shouldered, tan-skinned young man who steps into the store.
"Well hello, gorgeous," Kurt greets with a smile, perhaps taking a bit of a liberty, but definitely not leering. (Why would he, when he has the boyfriend that he does?) "Is there anything I can do to help you today?"