Hummel, Kurt

[Kurt Hummel]

kurt elizabeth hummel !

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kurt is joining us from lima. this seventeen year old is going to celebrate his next birthday on may 27th. he's usually very honest, intelligent, talented and is really quite good at putting outfits together. their problem is with spending money. tsk tsk. welcome to go your own way, hun.

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full name: Kurt Elizabeth Hummel
celeb face: Chris Colfer
member group: New Directions
age: Seventeen
likes: Fashion, Marie Antoinette, Making Pastries, Broadway Showstopping Numbers, Magazines.
dislikes: Homophobes, Trash, Scary Movies, Nightmare Hairstyles from Hell, People who stuff religion in your face.

personality:

Enter the Diva! Of course Kurt can dish it out with cutting, witty remarks. Some people on the outside may even call him too judgemental for his own good. He usually doesn't go back on opinions once he's made them. Honesty is something you can depend on Kurt for, and he'll tell things like they are to the point. If you're wearing a dress that makes you look like Big Bird, he'll snap at it with no hesitation- because he knows that he would very much like the same thing in return. Walking around with a lie doesn't do people any good, not in the long run anyway. He's also a bit self-centered, usually thinking about himself before the needs of other people: "What will benefit me the most?" but in no way can he be described as completely selfish or uncaring of others, because he does. He is so used to being independent and taking care of himself that other people sometimes fade into the background. With this nature, he spends time mostly alone- comfortable silence as he likes to put it. He takes time out during the day to meditate and recollect his thoughts on things that have happened or might happen. Sometimes he even does a little bit of yoga to relax. Being a former cheerio and a dancer, he likes to "feel the burn", doing cartwheels and flips and splits and whatnot.

“My body is like a rum chocolate soufflé. If I don’t warm it up right, it doesn’t rise.”

Kurt is very aware of how reality works, but his head remains in the clouds. Since birth, he was constantly fed with fairytales and hopes that one day he'll get his own happily ever after. He feels like he has his own right to- even though he knows that most odds are against him wherever he goes. Kurt does not put himself out there for people to follow him, because he does not consider himself a gay poster child- absolutely not the type to run down the halls and proclaim, "I LIKE DUDES." while waving a rainbow flag in the air. He thinks that if he betters the way he is treated by his own accord, others will be self-motivated to follow in his footsteps their own way. It's a very different concept than being a "big brother, follow me like this." message. He has big dreams, and wants to reach for the clouds and beyond. Inside him is a determination fueled by those wants he has. He knows his work capacity- taking everything in little steps until he reaches this goal- but he is no stranger to gambling. His bravery is his most proud trait, a glimmer always shows up in his eyes once he is triumphant. Kurt also likes to keep himself productive- lazy is not something he is.

Although he may act out for himself, he will always have time to sit down and listen to his friends. If Rachel or Mercedes or any of his friends need help, he will be there. Complete with a batch of homemade cookies and chocolate shakes. He is a very compassionate person and doesn't like it when people he loves are feeling down. Always the person prepared, he is expecting of everything- constantly having an extra something in his bag to help live through the day. An extra hairspray bottle, an extra bottle of lotion, extra brush. In his locker, he does not only have a picture of Blaine- there's his own little spa and a basic consemotologist's survival kit. He's extremely organized too, careful not to lose anything. But, in terms of money- he can't seem to get his priorities in check. Kurt buys all these fancy outfits when he must subconsciously know that they can be used for other things. An outfit could have funded half a semester at Dalton. In matters of romance, he falls quite easily and fears getting hurt in the end. He is attracted to people who inspire him, who are just as talented. He may put up a strong front, but he is really like any average teenager wandering through the forest of McKinley high, searching for a path to acceptance. But is he willing to change himself for an automatic welcome? No. It's a responsibility to keep up with who he is. Thank you Lady Gaga.

history:

Judy Hummel busily worked around the kitchen, smiling down at the mixing bowl in front of her. Her chestnut brown hair was tied up in a messy bun, checking very once in a while at her son on the floor while she crossed the tile floors. She tightened the apron around her wait, wiping some flour on the front. After leaning down to kiss Kurt's hair, she took a good long minute to observe him. God, she loved her little boy so much. There he was, sitting up, rolling the Barbie sportswagon back and forth, every so often fixing the fake blonde hair with a tiny brush he rested on his knee. His sparkling grey-blue-green eyes were completely enchanted, and transfixed on the tiny automobile- as if working a complere scenario in his head about how Barbie got there in the first place and where in the world she was going for her next adventure. Eyes finally meeting his mothers, the sides of his lips upturned into a grand angelic smile.

"She's going to dance like I do, Mommy. Because she's Barbie. She can do anything."

Judy helped her son stand up, the click clack of his tap shoes making noise, "Up, up, up you go.." She scooped him up into her arms, the toddler snuggling automatically into the crook of her neck, "You can do anything as well, honey. Baby, don't let anyone tell you that you can't be who you are."

"Okay, Mommy. I'll trrryyy..."

"Try? What do you mean, 'try'?"

"People at school tease me..." The four year old pouted, long eyelashes fluttering with the sudden change in mood, "The boys don't....they don't want to be friends with me. I even offered to share my juice box with one of them, and they just ran away. Something about cooties."

Judy had understood for a long time where Kurt was going with and how this had all happened. But explaining it to him this minute? It wasn't the right time. She was no professional parent, but decided it was just best for him if he figured it out himself. She brushed her thumb lovingly across his soft cheek, and reached down to adjust the collar of his baby blue button-up shirt. Things like bullying- she knew- were on the horizon. And her little boy was going to be up against the discriminating world out there. The woman didn't want to change how her son was for trade in a better treatment in society. No, she couldn't do that. At a young age, she was forced into a medical school- and strictly hit with Catholic radical ideals she had no care for. That is... until she met Burt, who first met her when she was singing karaoke at a local restaurant and told her that she had talent. Judy remembered looking behind his broad shoulders and at the buddies behind him, putting their 'thumbs up' signs in the air. It took a while to soften up to his advances, and even longer to realize that he genuinely meant every word, every compliment he said to her wasn't to get in her pants. He was a gentleman through and through, under those dirty overalls and the dirty trucker hat with the logo of the tire shop he worked at.

"You can't let them get to you. There's always better things out there. You'll see. Some people-"

"-some people can get a thrill! Knitting sweaters and standing still?" Kurt piped up, quoting Gypsy and smiled proudly at catching the song lyric in her words.

With her train of thought broken, she shrugged, completely distracted by the way her son's face lit up at the singing of one of their Broadway favorites. With that, they moved to the living room, having a conert of their own while she began to play on the keyboard they had in the living room- they couldn't afford a piano, but they were very content and happy. Everything seemed perfect- Kurt's upbringing was loving and he was excited, looking forward to every new day. He went to tap dance classes, and yelled excitedly when he would watch the Tony's on television. Their day was fitting to a routine, but every single thing seemed to suprise and ignite a fire in his heart that made fireworks explode in his mind. He felt free, and with his mother holding his hand and joining in his little adventures amongst the fine arts, he was like Barbie. Kurt had the urge to conquer the world, to be anything he ever wanted. This happiness soared like the wings of yellow songbirds in the sky. That is, until the Ohio State Baking Fair.

It happened in slow motion, Kurt saw his mother's eyes widen and her skin immediately hit the white scale. As she started to collapse, she fell into Burt's quick arms, who held her up while she struggled to speak, tears already forming in her eyes. It seemed like the burning sentation was too much for her to communicate. Alarmed, everyone was in a frenzy and paramedics, local doctors arrived on the scene, feeling her forehead and checking symptoms. The ambulance came and they pulled her onto a stretcher, hoisting Judy inside while Kurt and Burt watched in horror while they were picked up by the vehicle as well. The young six year old, having long dropped his cake and some of the icing staining his lilac shirt, didn't care about how he looked. He just knew that something had just gone terribly wrong and that he needed to be there. The look on Judy's face compelled him to throw his arms over her middle, weeping at her side as they were rushing towards the nearest hospital. Her breathing became weaker and weaker, whispering things into Burt's ear while his hand held her tightly, comprehending every single syllable out of her mouth.

And just like that, the rush stopped. Kurt remembered his mother's form falling limp... her grip loosening on his dad, her eyes closing as she glanced at her son a final time, whispering, "I love you both."

A very meaningful and striking final words. She was pronounced dead upon arrival, and Burt immediately asked around what had happened. His son, on the other hand, was trying to snuggle himself into his mother's outstretched arm that was off the stretcher bed while they walked through the hallway of the hospital.

"Mom, you need to wake up... Mommy, they're going to take care of you."

Burt held his son back, as the doctors went into a room to diagnose along with police and forensics around them to piece the puzzle together. It was extremely painful for Burt to deliver the bad news, kneeling down to Kurt's height and explaining slowly about their situation. Although they didn't know about all the details yet, there were some facts set in stone that they had no power of altering. With that, he embraced Kurt tight, and in turn... the young boy shook his head- as first disbelieving that he was never going to see his mother again, but hugged his father tight- never wanting to let go or get out of the safety of that man's arms.

"Dad, don't leave me... I'm scared. I miss mom. I love her. I want her back."

There isn't a day that goes by without Kurt thinking about his mother- she remained a lasting influence on him and how he came to be. She was joyful, enthusiastic, with a life led by music and her family. They later figured out that a long-time grudge from college led one of Judy's fellow peers to wickedly poison her beverage at the fair. The woman was put behind bars and sentenced to- Kurt didn't even want to know any more information. It hurt too much. Worst of all- the Hummels never even got an apology out of her. Ruthless. Still, the family knew that they had to move on from the loss, and keep living through the hardship. It was not easy. Burt made many attempts to make the Hummel household feel 'normal' again, trying his hand at playing the piano after he picked up Kurt from tap-dancing and jazz dance classes. But at dinner time when they looked at that empty seat, there that raincloud hanging over their heads, theatening to rain in the form of sadness and tears. They both understood what needed to be done, and went on to adapt to their new lifestyle.

He would dive himself into pop culture, inspired and fully interested in things that Britney or the Spice Girls had to say or sing. As a young boy- he always had a little crush on teen! Justin Timberlake bubbling slowly in his soul. Kurt did not know that there was a label for these feelings he had on his first celebrity crush, but knew that he was different than people early on.

Kurt was always more comfortable hanging out with girls than the boys- and the girls seemed to not mind. He was someone they could talk to for advice, a confidant who were nothing like the beastly boys who thought they were all that. Althought Kurt had his own fair share of self-confidence, especially around his girl friends, he was nothing like the other boys in class, so rough in the way they held themselves. He still dealt with that same prejudice as a young child, and soon the names started flying around. Too embarrassed to ask anyone else, he looked up what every single word meant by himself. He honestly could have predicted it so, the way their stares bored into his form suggested that the term were anything but positive.

Oh, and it hurt... being put down just because of who he was. As he looked at himself in the mirror in the full-length mirror every morning, he would smile at first at his pure genius of putting together such a flawless outfit... and there would be something that showed in his eyes. Was it disappointment? Shame? Was he scared of what's to come? Hurt? Pain? A mixture of everything. Most of what kept him afloat consisted of his mother's inspiring memory, his father's support, and his hobbies/interests. It still seems just like yesterday when he was driving to the groceries in his Navigator and Just Dance by Lady Gaga came on the radio. The boy parked quickly in front of the local bowling alley and stared at the radio for the rest of the song, letting every single aspect of it sink into his brain. He closed his eyes and started to wonder who this woman was- there was very rare an occasion when a song on the radio would strike him this hard.

Half psychotic, sick hypnotic got my blueprint it's symphonic. Half psychotic, sick hypnotic got my blueprint electronic.

The words repeated again and again in his head, and he instantly turned off the radio, taking his iPhone and downloading the song immediately. For the rest of the day into the late hours of night, he would hear the whole album on repeat, memorizing every lyric by the next day. Lady Gaga made a huge impact. Watching her music videos and interviews only inspired him to keep going forth in expressing himself, to keep going against the grain even if there was no one there to help him up when he was knocked down. It was not long until he had adopted "Just Dance" as his on-going mantra throughout those torturous high school days. Just Dance, gonna be okay... da da da doo doo doot-n just dance. He believed that it HAD to be okay some day, that everything would soon fall into place and he wouldn't have to deal with the social abuse. Those dumpster throws were getting harder with each passing day, There were times when he would actually plead and try to run off... of course he failed. The teachers and faculty wouldn't notice, dismissing it as some kind of "oh they must be friends now, gotcha" or even "Oh, homoseuxal bullying. I want none of that drama." It made Kurt extremely upset that no one actualy took the time out to see what was going on and resolve this conflict he had been harboring for a long time.

"Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane, Should have been my name... cause you can look right through me, walk right by me, and never know I'm there..." Kurt tried his best to seem like he wasn't trying so hard, to impress Mr. Schue with his effortless vocal ability he knew he had, "Never... even... kneeeeeeeewww..." Hair flicking once, he held the note for a good eight seconds, "...I'm there."

Glee club brough Kurt the worst and best times of his life. But he'd always thought that the good times overrode the bad ones. He had experienced a lot- from having his car's windshield broken, to teaching the football team who to do the Single Ladies, to acting as a straight male- a lie to himself and his peers. He was even quite shady- matchmaking his father closer to Finn's mother just because he had a crush on the quarterback. He had a very good running record as a Cheerio, helping Sue Sylvester win nationals sophomore year, but quitting soon after to dedicate his time to the New Directions. The central reason why he loved being so involved in glee club was not that it was going to be "all about him", though he does know of his very star-quality talent- it was the relationships that he made within the club. All the underdogs, jocks, popular kids, outcasts... coming together to present the gift of music and song to an audience. They all seemed connected, a true family and team, no matter where they came from and what class they were. He never believed that such a beautiful, heart-warming thing could exist and considered himself extremely lucky. Although his best gal pals were Mercedes and Rachel, he was in good terms with the rest of the girls. He also knew that if there was any help needed, the guys had his back.

His life had taken an unexpected turn for the worst when his father had a sudden heart attack the same day they had a dispute on Kurt skipping out on a dinner tradition they had. Extremely scared and guilty, he thought back on all those times when his father was there for him through thick and thin, and pleaded for the man to come back through his coma while at the hospital. A more religious approach was taken from his, and at first he refused any of it- convinced that religion and homosexuality never mixed very well, drawing on the outward hate his fellow gays had gotten from the church. But eventually he realized how much his friends just cared and tried helping in their own ways, to which he took appreciatively. But that was not the only problem he faced his junior year. David Karofsky started to bully him even more physical than before, sending him into a trip of worry that he had never encountered in all his years on this earth. He found himself trying to constantly avoid specific hallways that gave them the potential to meet. He didn't know what to do.

But there was someone else that year who seemed to assist him through this crisis- and that was Blaine Warbler Anderson. Kurt was sent by the boys to "spy" on their upcoming competition, the Dalton Academy Warblers- who went to a private institution in Westerville. He tried to attempt dressing the part, red tie and black cloat complete with stylish school bag.

"I stick out like a sore thumb," The porcelain skinned boy fiddled his his outfit while the handsome "tour guide" came forward and adjusted his coat a little, tugging slightly on the material a little jokingly.

"Next time don't forget your jacket, new kid..." Kurt stared longingly into his eyes, while his jacket was being dusted by this handsome man, "You'll fit right in."

Kurt never knew that Katy Perry had such a way with words, words that he wanted to say- and that was the exact moment that indeed this singing senation of Dalton became his secret 'teenage dream'. Blaine grew to give him the advice of having "courage". Following through with it, he finally stood up to Karofsky but was suprised how in the encounter ended with the bully kissing him. The death threat came upon him, if he told a soul about it. It seemed like he was always mentally pinned against the wall, jumbled thoughts racing through his brain because he didn't know what to expect. Living in this fear brought him to feel even more isolated and soon enough he built walls to try and block it out of his head, trying to lie and hold out for "a little bit longer", thinking it was the only way to survive. However, one day Mr. Schuester took matters into his own hands upon seeing the horrified look on Kurt's face and they traveled to the principals office, where Karofsky was expelled. It was freedom short lived when he heard that the boy was coming back a short time later- hence his decision to transfer to Dalton because it wasn't safe.

The journey of Blaine and Kurt was a blissful ride indeed, from signing flirty duets to watching Blaine serenade some guy with bad hair at the Gap store. However, he always thought that his crush would go unreciproacted just like the last one.So, in turn, he began to focus on just being happy with what they had- a close friendship. He confided in Pavarotti, the bird he was given as a Rookie-status Warbler, who he very much liked having company with. His death brought Kurt deep turmoil, feeling not only guilt from having the bird die while in his posession, but thought of it as a bad omen. He got scared, thinking that his good streak with Blaine would die as well, the dramatic worst-case-scenario thoughts bubbling over in his mind. It was such a timing to freak out over this- with their competition not so far away. Still, he made it a public announcement about what had just happened, performing his own rendition of 'Blackbird' following Pavarotti's death, out of uniform and looking as sleek in black as he could. To his suprise something changed after that, he was given a chance to duet. On stage. With Blaine. It couldn't be real. But it didn't end there, little did he know what was in store for him while he was designing the casket case with his extensive kit of rhinestones and glue. It was a kiss that blasted around the world- well, his world anyway. Thus started their relationship. Even if they didn't win competition, they always had each other.

It got harder as life went on, because soon his parents could not pay for tuition anymore. Burt and Carole's honeymoon money were spent and bills were already riding up. Additionally, he also received an explanation from Karofsky... but he was mostly fueled by how much he missed all of his friends- the Glee club. Many were the days when he would put on that uniform and feel like a completely different person. It just wasn't him. The brooches, the scarves, and the people around him- that was where he was supposed to be. As nice as the Warblers treated him, and as top notch the education was... it wasn't the same. It wasn't his home away from home. He knew that it would hurt Blaine, but hoped that his beloved would understand. There was not a weekend that they would not spend time together, they Skype chatted until the early hours of morning, even getting up extra early to catch some breakfast at the local Ihop. He didn't mind doing his facial routine at 4 in the morning- Blaine was just worth it. He wanted so badly for it to work- and it completely fascinated him that he didn't have to try as much. They were just a naturally built, stable, couple. They trusted each other- and Kurt was sure that there was no other person in the world like Blaine. So it was obvious that he wanted to go to prom with his Warbler boyfriend, decked out in a kilt and embellishments on his coat and vest. He expected fun and living without fear- but he didn't expect to be crowned as McKinley's Prom Queen. So overcome with emotion, he ran out of the gym, completely offended how cruel people could be- still making fun of him, thinking that there was progress made. Eventually, he knew that he had to get some more of that "courage", and act on it.

"...Doesn’t matter if they are yelling at me or whispering behind my back: They can’t touch me. They can’t touch us, or what we have.” Bravely, he stalked into the gym, got his crown complete with his very own scepter. The whole room was silent- and he broke it, changing his total disposition, scanning the audience a final time, "Eat your heart out, Kate Middleton." And so he was greeted with thunderous applause, Karofsky backing out while Blaine stepped in like the Prince Charming he always was, dancing with the newly coronated boy in the kilt.

With New Directions off to nationals, Kurt was beyond ecstatic. It was New. York. City. And he noticed the hyper and energy everyone had. Flying on a plane for the first time was unlike any other- being a travel lover, always wanting to go "out there", more freedom to roam in exotic places. However, he knew that the stress took its toll on people all the time during these situations and spied in particular a very tired and weasry Rachel Berry. Thus, he took it his job to enjoy a 'girl's day out'- first with a 'breakfast at Tiffany's'. But what followed was the icing on a cake. Sneaking into the Gershwin was not an easy task- but they did it. With such a lax security guard, they had the opprotunity to sing on the Broadway stage, hopefully a pre-cursor and sample of their future in this fast, fast industry they both craved for. They both understood how talented the other was, and both remained with a great bond between them, something that could never be taken from them. Kurt and Rachel both had the drive to become stars, knowing their worth. Being on that stage changed Kurt- he truly felt the magic of Broadway in the moment, and as they left to get back to Lima, he remembered making a note to come back. More than once- if not make a living there someday.

Needless to say, the trip had left a lasting impression on him. Upon arriving, he instantly made plans to meet with Blaine so they could converse about the trip and how the other was in their time apart.

"I love you."

"I love you too." And love Blaine he did, and always will.

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Kurt had always loved his French class, and it didn't bother him that he was the top French language student at McKinley. He also liked history- learning about how things came to be intrigued him, origins. But he had his own share of moments where he disliked or got bored of a period in particular, or just... put another importance above his like for the subject. Like, Blaine for example. Last Christmas when the Warbler walked in on him studying, he was hard at work, easily producing an essay about Charlemagne with little effort. His attention shifted to that suave, handsome boy in front of him, causing him to drop his pen and act slightly like some damsel in distress who needed some saving from the horrible homework. Like he was going to tell Blaine, 'Get out, I'm busy. I can't talk to you.'. No. He treasured every single moment they had- fat chance he'd ever let Blaine slip away because of this assignment. You could always re-do essays, but you couldn't re-do relationships with people. Kurt had better discipline than before on showcasing his romantic attractions to someone, not trying so hard. He had learned previously what 'pushing' looked like when he had feelings for Finn his sophomore year. Luckily with Blaine, he didn't have to panic... everything was easy, and so natural. They both built up this bond of trust and love that seemed completely and blissfully stable.

Having a slight obsession with the Royals, it was no suprise that he had long made the connection and interest in Royals in history. One of his favorite subjects was about the French Revolution- or more particular, the life of Marie Antoinette. He had indeed read biographies and looked into her life as much as possible. He had seen Coppola's artistic genius yet historical inaccuracy in her 2006 film. But oh dear, he loved everything about her. A fifteen year old bride? The nineteen year old queen? He could only imagine having his own mental breakdown in that position. But thinking about all those fabrics and tons of fashion at the tips of his fingers? It sounded like his kind of place. There was always a special feeling he got from old French styles, the prim and proper- the wigs, the beautiful gowns that were accompanied by tight fitting corsets. It was all so delicate and whimsical, beautiful and bound. Put into a neat little package complete with a silk bow for him to unwrap and go GaGa over. For a fleeting moment, he wondered why in the world he was obsessed with this woman, and it dawned on him that he couldvery much relate. They liked glamour, had a streak of taking risks (gambling), liked the fancier things in life... and above all, had their fair share of people who hated them. Although he was no queen of an entire country, there were indeed a majority of people at McKinley who looked down upon him for being the way he was.

This Halloween, he was looking at himself in the mirror, adjusting and putting some final touches. He created this alternate persona heavily based off of Marie- for tonight he would be Mario Antoine. There was no way he was going to wear a full length, skirt-dragging-on-the-sidewalk costume. It would be too hard to deal with and he would just about die if some seven year old stepped on and ripped it accidentally in their rush for candy. He didn't know how Blaine got him to trick-or-treat, but no matter what the reason, he figured that it might be fun since it had been quite a while. On his outfit planner/organizer, he had a complete spread on his inspirations for what he had just created. Plastered on a single posterboard held by an easel in the corner of the room were cutouts of Kristen Dunst and Gaga at the 2010 VMAs- the bloody Paparazzi number. "Amidst all of these flashing lights, I pray the fame won't take my life." He hummed along with the lyrics that played on in his head with the sharp violins. An unsettling thought was about being so public- this Halloween could turn for the worst, they had potential of being mugged or beaten up. However, if there was one thing he had improved on this whole year- it was to have courage, to live without the fear- but being aware of the consequences. Ignorance was not the way to go. With Blaine by his side, and with pepper spray in his trick-or-treat tote bag altered to fit, he was prepared to face the worst.

Upon hearing his father call for him, he put the bag over his shoulder and made his way down the stairs, heeled boots making light noises down the stairs. There Blaine was, staring at him with awe-filled eyes, and looking indeed like a 'teenage dream'- but then again, when DIDN'T he look like one? Kurt simply couldn't hold his composure, giggling quite a bit on his way down. As handsome they were- they both looked out of their usual element (this was clearly a stretch for Kurt) and from another time period. He had taken it upon himself to get Blaine's measurements and fix a little something. His boyfriend was obviously not done up as much as Mario Antoine, bit it was different seeing him like that. If they were enrolled in a non biased costume contest- he had full confidence that they would be victorious. For a couple seconds, Kurt just had to take a good look at his partner. A mix of beige, cream, and baby blue. A tailored jacket with huge brooch hiding the jacket pocket, and a clean cut sash underneath, On the bottom, a neutral pair of brown skinny jeans and dress shoes. Although Kurt knew that Blaine's favorite part of the get-up was the hat which was very reminiscent of a pirate, atop of mass of black curls pulled back into a tiny pony tail.

"You look beautifully tragic." He heard Blaine comment, tracing the thin red line drawn 1/4th of the way around Kurt's neck, the symbollism of Marie Antoinette's end.

"And you look tragically beautiful." Kurt smiled at their Wicked referencing, tracing the exact same mark that could be seen along Blaine's neck as well.

Burt looked in between them and cautioned them to be careful and to call if anything was needed, retreating to the kitchen soon after. The two teenage boys looked at each other, just shocked at the other's transformation. Kurt looked down at himself, his powder blue skinny jeans covering most of his white floral self-painted poots glimmered under the foyer lights. Blaine reached a hand out to feel the material of his boyfriend's less frilly collar, but with the same pattern as the boots. Truly- the button up made the look more masculine under the corset. In his slightly powdered and bleached to perfection hair, a small deep red flower bundle was stuck, bobby pinned down so that it wouldn't move, complementing the blues of his eyes. His face was clean, save for a slight application of blush he couldn't resist. Just then, Blaine reached into his pocket and took out a wand.

"...why do you have that?" Kurt asked curiously, a little bit confused.

"I know I'm supposed to be Louis the sixteenth, but did you know that Bill and Fleur had a son named Louis? J.K. Rowling drew out this whole map of offspring, and I thought I could bring it to..."

"Be a wizard, I know." Kurt knowingly crossed his arms as he leaned on the staircase rail. "I don't mind, it works. Besides, seeing as it lights up at the end- it can be our flashlight if it gets too dark."

"I was just about to get to that. Now, shall we go?" King Louis-Weasley offered his arm and Mario Antoine took it gracefully, strolling out to indeed cause some revolution in the neighborhood. A Candy revolution, that is.

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