kurt hummel.

alumni of bridgeport academy moved to New York with a claim, went to NYADA, worked at Vogue.com, started my own fashion line, failed and broke the claim and then moved back to town to open my own boutique: Femme Nouveaux

[switchingkurt]

Summer fashion sale at my boutique? I think yes. It's usually the previous season that gets the price hack, but what's the use in that? Who needs last year's fashion the next time it gets cool enough to drag them out? Come see me in town and I'll get your closet ready for summer.

[switchingkurt]

bridgeportpillsbury​:

I’m in the same boat. When I was a kid my doctor always thought I would grow out of it, but here we are. At least you’re finding some positivity in the misery. I’ve never been a big sweater guy personally, I don’t think they look right on me. But you’re right, I would hate to be wearing one in the summer even more. Other than that, are you doing okay?

I prefer fashions were I can keep my skin covered, and I tend to wear an undershirt with a regular shirt, then the shirt I want you to see, maybe a vest, and a scarf. Add that jacket on top and the summer isn’t exactly a friend to my fashion choices. I bring a umbrella to the beach, to keep out of the sun. I’m sure sweaters look just fine on you, you just haven’t found the right one. Feel free to stop by my shop at any time, if you want to try to find it. I’m better than okay. At this point, I’ve basically kidnapped Dave. It’s just been the two of us for the last few weeks, outside of the time I spend taking care of my dad. How are you?

[switchingkurt]

bridgeportpillsbury​:

I keep thinking warmer weather is coming, and then it just doesn’t. Some days, it seems like the temperature might rise, but its just been a tease. My allergies aren’t built for this, I can say that much. 

@bridgeportstarters​

I should buy stock in Claritin, at this point. This time of year is never nice on my tender sensibilities either. I’ll take the extra sweater weather time though, I do love my layers and that’s not as fun in the summer.

[switchingkurt]

show me what you like. -dave karofsky

Biting his own lower lip, Kurt looked at Dave with the sparkle of desire glittering in his eyes. He nodded, then reached out to pull the sub's shirt off.

"Okay," he said as he grabbed the other man by the button area on his pants, pulling him towards the closest surface. He undid the ascot around his own neck and set it nearby, his eyes never leaving Dave. "Get these clothes off of me."

@subdavek

[switchingkurt]

What do you think makes a good Dom?

I don't necessarily know that I'm the expert on that. In fact, I can think of someone that would definitely say that I'm not.

[switchingkurt]

If you could only eat one flavor of ice cream for the rest of your life, what would it be? Why?

Cheesecake. The kind with actual cheesecake bits in it. That was easy.

[switchingkurt]

When scenning, do you consider the outfit one of the most important parts?

The outfit is always one of the most important parts.

[switchingkurt]

itselliskarofsky​:

Another random walking in the gates, another bland opening on social media. That’s me, hey. My name is Ellis, I don’t like labels, but I do like he/they pronouns so those are the intro facts. Now I’m going to go take over the art studio, wherever it is. I’ll remember eventually.

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If you’re looking for Dave, I can help you find him. In fact, I’ll make sure he’s wherever you want him to be for lunch today. I know he missed you.

[switchingkurt]

itsmaisiepuckerman​:

Hey, hi, hello! I’ve been lurking, but it feels like a good time to make an entrance. I’m Maisie Puckerman, and I’m a sub. I graduated from Bridgeport last year, but I’m living in town now. How goes it? I hear there are a ton of new faces in town!

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You know where to find me, Maisie. Feel free to stop by, any time.

[switchingkurt]

dalton-anderson​:

Oh…. Is there something wrong with the way I dress…? I guess I could go and grab some new stuff, not really much of a fashion icon though, I’ll admit that. Nice to meet you Kurt, I’m Dalton Anderson, one of many.

Originally posted by softcoredarren

 No, I’m just plugging my business. There are a lot of surprise events here, people find it useful to know where they can go to buy something new in a pinch. Are you enjoying Bridgeport yet?

[switchingkurt]

kurtonista posted:

In the spirit of Valentine’s Day. @subdavek

[simsremodeler]

Eerhg. Everything's pink.

[switchingkurt]

I, for one, am a fan.

[switchingkurt]

I'd do anything to make you mine. I'd climb a tree, swing on a vine. I'd bungee jump, get stung by bees. Be my Valentine, oh please!

...Dave?

[switchingkurt]

dalton-anderson​:

Originally posted by na-page

How is everyone doing? New around here…. I guess…. Hi… What’s up?

If you need new clothes, and who doesn’t need new clothes, I own a clothing boutique in town. Femme Nouveaux. Maybe I’ll see you around. My name is Kurt Hummel, by the way. The one and only.

[switchingkurt]

lucastheoclarington​:

Has anyone been to the club in town?

What do we think of it? In the mood to go out tonight.

Well, I can tell you that they play good music. I’m more of a chamomile tea while watching Moulin Rouge type, but a night out isn’t a bad idea. People keep telling me that I work too much.

[switchingkurt]

subdavek​:

The tighter Kurt held on, the more Dave responded. Although this encounter specifically wasn’t necessarily doing anything for his submissive needs, his emotional were another story. His fingers curled to cling the back of Kurt’s sweater, and he did his best to breathe deeply, taking in the Switch’s scent while he attempted to get himself under control. The reassurance came and Dave nodded, closing his eyes slowly while he willed himself to pull it together. “Yes, Sir. I miss you too. I’m sorry if you thought I didn’t, or if I made it seem that way. I miss you very, very much.” Kurt’s admission that he needed Dave sent a shock through his spine, and chills throughout his body. “I need to be with you, Sir. I both want and need to be with you.” 

The next words stunned Dave in a way he hadn’t been expecting, and his jaw dropped open a little as he took a moment to process what was happening. “You want…Me? Boyfriends? With me?” He asked, voice shaking, scarcely believing it. “I didn’t mean to…I wasn’t-” Taking in a breath, Dave tried again. “I wasn’t trying to cause problems, or stress, or harm. I was just caught off-guard, and I panicked. I shouldn’t have done that, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Sir.” He admitted, chest tight. “I don’t want to hurt you either. That’s the last thing I would ever, ever want. I just want you to be happy. I…” Closing his eyes, Dave forced himself to look up at the other, knowing he deserved the direct and honest truth. “If you’re still questioning how I feel, what I want…I want to clear that up. I want to be yours. Your boyfriend. Your sub. Whatever you need me to be. Whatever you want me to be. I’m sorry I didn’t have the words for that before. But I do, now.”

Kurt let Dave speak, giving him the time to get through everything without interrupting him or rushing him. He continued to show him affection throughout, running his fingers through his hair and caressing his back. When Dave looked up at him, he looked the other man in the eye, bringing his hands to rest on his chest. “I do want you, Dave. I’ve wanted you for a while. You are such a sweet man, with a kind heart. You’re adorable when you talk about things that excite you, and you’re adorable when you plan surprises. I want you to stay with me more, I miss you when you’re gone. I want to be clear too. I want to be yours. Your boyfriend. Your Sir. Your... whatever. Because you mean everything to me. That’s what I was trying to say before. I wasn’t asking if you wanted to be poly, or what you thought about me dating someone else. I was trying to clear things up here, with you.” 

He brought both hands up to wipe Dave’s face, gingerly clearing off any tears that lingered with care. “No more questioning anymore. Either of us.” Thought flickered across his face. “Have you eaten? Come inside, let me feed you. Stay with me.”

[switchingkurt]

subdavek​:

For the past couple of weeks, Dave had been replaying everything over again within his own mind, wondering if he’d been the one to lead them to this position. He hadn’t meant to come across in any sort of way, necessarily, during the last time he and Kurt had spoken. Really, he’d let himself get freaked out, something that he wished he hadn’t, but something that he was also semi-prone to, especially when it came to matters of the heart. Since the things he’d experienced in his earlier years, he’d found himself more guarded than one might expect, and the loss of his first claim simply compounded those feelings. So, when things had come into question with Kurt he’d panicked, not knowing how to react any other way. Coming to the others’ house was a big step for Dave, especially when his mind had convinced him that if he was wanted, he would have been reached out to by now. But, his logic mercifully managed to overcome his other senses, and he told himself it wasn’t fair to put that entirely on Kurt when he hadn’t made a move to reach out until now, either. When the door opened Dave found himself nearly afraid to look up, though he forced himself to, both out of respect and knowing that he genuinely wanted to see the other. Feeling Kurt’s arms around him brought a sense of relief he couldn’t describe, and he did his best to keep his knees strong as he leaned into the other man, wrapping his own arms around him as he buried his face into Kurt’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” Dave whispered, voice shaking slightly. “I don’t…I don’t want this to…I….I don’t mean to bother you.”

Feeling the way Dave held onto him, Kurt held on tighter and encouraged the other man to sink into him to find comfort. He made no move to take them inside, that much didn’t matter at the moment. One hand held firmly in the center of Dave’s back with his fingers splayed and the other carded through his hair slowly, cradling his head. He felt tears prick his eyes, so he closed them, burying his nose in the top of the other man’s head for as he listened, then lifted his head to speak. “You never bother me. Never. I miss you. Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you’re here. I need you here. Okay?”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he pulled himself together because he had to fix this. “I want you to be mine, Dave. My boyfriend, my sub. I don’t want to hurt you. I just wanted to know how you felt. I don’t want this for us. And I don’t want this for you. I don’t want you to be sad.”