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[hautekurture]

[f2f] kurt/sam

[05.09.2018 - Evening]

Kurt: [had wanted to fetch Blaine for a walk around the ryokan they were in. It was before curfew and Kurt didn't get to have as much alone time with Blaine tonight since the trip was with the whole group. He wasn't going to invite Blaine to his room with Mike there. He had texted Blaine he was coming over and was on his way. He figured by the time Blaine checked the text, he would be outside. Kurt knocked on the door.]

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[After the trial]

[Finn knocked on Kurt’s door and gave his mom’s boyfriend’s son a hug. A bro hug between brothers from another mothers. Or he guess in Kurt’s case, another…plant mom…Finn stopped thinking about it before it got him a damn headache, and patted Kurt on the back.

“I got your back, bro. Even if my mom and your dad break up, we won’t break up. Cuz we’re not datin’ but also cuz we’re bros now. That’s it. I’ll always support you dude. Specially when it comes to fuckers like that Fucks guy. I'mma kick his ass. Or, we can kick his ass together cuz I know you can fight. I’m fucking hyped that the dude’s gonna get his ass handed to him in jail. You did it, bro. I’m proud of ya.”

Finn released Kurt from the hug and lightly punched Kurt’s shoulder, giving his friend a real smile.]

[They didn’t win the verdict they wanted. Kurt was so cold when the jury laid down the punishments and the Judge confirmed it. Was it terrible of Kurt to have wanted more? I want that abuser of his power to be stripped of his power to abuse. Is that wrong? Kurt ground his teeth into what he thought was going to be fine powder until Fuchs was escorted out of the room. It was hard to remember what happened how Kurt got back to campus. That was Kurt’s fault, he supposed. Sometimes he didn’t pay attention on purpose, because he thought he was better than noticing everything. 

Kurt sighed, he stayed at Blaine’s dorm that afternoon, sadly having to go when curfew arrived. Blaine asked if Kurt wanted him to follow and stay but Kurt declined. He didn’t want Blaine to see him pulling up a training dummy and beating it into smithereens. 

Late at night, Kurt heard the knock at the door. Is that Blaine? I should clean up this place, he’s going to think that I was attacked… when it was actually me. The door knocked again and Kurt did a rush job on cleaning up. 

“Coming!” Kurt said and opened the door. He received a hug, but it’s not from the person he expected. Finn was the giver and Kurt was surprised to see the tall boy. He didn’t want to cry again. However Finn’s words, as clumsy as they were, touched Kurt’s heart. He teared up a little at Finn’s purely supportive gesture. Kurt actually felt included… and equal. Just another guy, not a changeling, not a victimized gay guy, he was another person. 

“Yes, Finn. We’ll kick his ass together.” Kurt released from the hug and wiped at his eyes. I’ll never date you Finn Hudson, because then we’ll never break up.]

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[f2f] cookies and truth (12/14)

Kurt: [had an electric kettle heating up the water for the tea. He had two mugs ready and two plates out on his small kitchen table. He hoped his dorm would make a good first impression. Dani actually had an eyes for things and she never got to see Kurt's loft in Manhattan. Stripped of almost all of his things, Kurt only had the bare furniture supplied to him by the school, and done what he could within a year to give the place a clean and modern classiness. It took a lot of outbidding on eBay and sniping sales on Amazon. God, Kurt could write a book on how to interior decorate on a budget if he wanted to, however that would make him feel pathetic. Everything was presentable for Dani, however that damned sticker wouldn't come off. Kurt had tried every DIY sticker remover on the internet and it still stuck on. Witches and their impractical and stupid spells. Kurt would never understand them. He leaned back in his high chair and checked his reflection on his cell. He looked amazing. What else was new.]

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[f2f] let's leave (12/15)

Kurt: [sighed as he fixed his coat at the front of the NYADA gate. It was colder today and cloudy. He hoped it wouldn't snow. He didn't bring his snow jacket today. However Kurt wasn't planning on staying longer than he needed to outside. Rachel was being his escort and Kurt was looking to pop in and out of his fabric shop to catch up with his old Parsons friends and get something for his dad.]

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[f2f] the trip

[8.21.17]

Kurt: [Sent his contact details to Puck. It was annoying that he had been matched up with Puck /again/ for this program and wondered how many sponsors were active. It felt like to Kurt that a lot of them shirked their duties. However today was a special day and Kurt did feel better that someone like Puck was accompanying him. Puck wouldn't ask any unnecessary questions like other sponsors would. In fact Kurt was sure that Puck would give him a threat instead, what with Finn's party. Kurt rolled his eyes in the mirror and fixed his hair for the last time before leaving with his parasol and messenger bag. He had told Puck to meet him at the fountain. They were going to go pick up fabric but that was a half-lie. They were going to pick it up after Kurt visited the New York branch for the Lusus Naturae Committee. When he got to the fountain, Kurt looked around for a tall African-American male, with a permanent cocky grin. Puck better not be late.]

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[f2f] floofs

[Kurt rolled his eyes when he checked his aemail account that day. Apparently the school said that he failed his classes in the program. How did that make any sense, he thought, when I got perfect scores on my written exams? It was time to talk with the guidance counselor and by talk, it was bitching out. He dressed casually for the occasion, wearing his take on a Neil Barrett SS 2017 Milan Fashion Week ensemble. 

While dubious, he took the Stick and put it into his messenger bag. He could throw it outside if he had the opportunity. Picking up a lightweight and clear Fulton parasol, Kurt placed the handle on his arm and left his dorm. What he wasn’t expecting was almost stepping on a snake.

He shrieked for a second, dropping his bags and his parasol. He leaned against his door, afraid to move if the snake would bite, but it didn’t. The snake wriggled its head and then spun around. Its movements were signaling something that Kurt did not understand. 

“Look, don’t bite me and I’ll follow you, got it?” Kurt stiffly asked. The snake nodded and that was how Kurt Hummel was spending his Tuesday--following a snake to wherever it needed to go. This school honestly.]

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[f2f] santana/kurt (nara park)

Kurt: [had gone to pick up a bottled green tea from a vending machine, leaving Blaine to document more deer. The deer in Nara Park was very bold, reaching their snouts into Kurt's bag and looking up at him without fear. Kurt was close to threatening them if they ever thought about gnawing at his bag again. It was Hermès for Chrissakes. When he returned to where he had been, Blaine was gone. "Off with Tina maybe?" Kurt said to himself. No matter. Kurt could look at deer alone. It wasn't a big deal, truthfully. Kurt liked deer.]

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[f2f] closet space

Kurt waited in front of his dorm building, arms crossed and bundled in a French Blue Herno Wool top coat. His hands, nestled in black fur-lined John Varvatos gloves, were protected from the harsh cold. He adjusted his Paul Smith striped scarf right when the wind picked up. Dry skin, here came Kurt Hummel. He sighed. He may be sour as hell standing outside of Sciron, but at least he looked like a million dollars.

Kurt could see his breath fog up every time he breathed out, and mentally counted the seconds he had to stand in this chill. The wind was blowing in from a direction opposite of his expertly coiffed hairstyle, pulling strands to dance in which ever direction the damn wind pleased. Of course he had worn a hat, specifically a Gucci Knit Earflap Houndstooth, but he still did his hair in the morning. Routines were routines for a reason and Kurt wasn’t going to change any time soon at this /school/, despite everyone practically wanting to force him into it.

Every 60 seconds that went by, Kurt reminded himself it would all be worth it when Tina showed up with his wardrobe. The thought of it warmed Kurt up. A place to keep his treasures, a wardrobe, was all he wanted for months now. Although he vaguely questioned their lack of contacting movers for what he had already predicted as a heavy operation, he didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. Tina was cool. That was saying something for NYADA. Sure, Kurt had met this guy who was kind of interesting and cute too, if only he wasn’t so damn /weird/, but even eye candy wasn’t enough for NYADA to meet Kurt Elizabeth Hummel’s minimum requirements.

“Come on, where are you…” Kurt muttered through clattering teeth. God, he was so sensitive to the cold.

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