Kurt is Sebastian’s go-to guy when it comes to getting ready for a big date. Sebastian sees it as Kurt’s ‘life mission’ to aid the fashion challenged, but it tears Kurt apart to watch his best friend get ready to hook up with someone else – especially tonight, when Sebastian confesses he might have finally found ‘the one’.
Light angst, fluff, romance. Dalton AU where Kurt and Sebastian are the same age, attending Dalton at the same time. No mention of B/laine.
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“So, should I go with the black or the grey?”
Sebastian asks, holding two shirts up in front of his torso for Kurt’s perusal.
“The black,” Kurt answers glumly.
“Really?” Sebastian says, looking over both options in
his full-length mirror. “I like the grey.” He lays the grey shirt carefully on
his bed and hangs the black one back in his closet. “Now, ties…” He grabs two neckties
off the rack on his closet door. “Do I go with the purple” – He holds it up to
his neck – “or the green?”
“The purple,” Kurt says with no thought and even less
enthusiasm than he did with the shirt.
“Hmm…” Sebastian holds the two ties against the grey
shirt he’s chosen. “I like the green. You always say it brings out the color of
my eyes. Makes ‘em pop.”
“So go with the green,” Kurt mumbles, eyes focused on
the bookcase against the far wall, mentally reciting titles he’s read hundreds
of times under similar circumstances. Helping Sebastian prepare for his Friday
night dates is like some sort of New Age sadism. Every time Sebastian goes out
with a new guy, he calls Kurt in for a fashion consultation. Kurt doesn’t see
why. Sebastian has more designer clothes hanging in his closet than Kurt does,
and besides – Sebastian doesn’t have to worry about how he styles his hair or
what he wears. He would look dashing dressed in a moth-eaten burlap sack and
Birkenstock sandals.
In Kurt’s opinion, anyway.
“Let’s move on to shoes,” Sebastian says, opening the
second door to his closet where he keeps a collection of footwear that would
make Carrie Bradshaw pea green with envy. “The Ferragamo loafers or the
Oxfords?”
“Go with the loafers,” Kurt replies without looking at
either pair.
“I was thinking the Oxfords.” Sebastian bends over and
picks them up, putting them on his bedspread alongside the ensemble he’s
already assembled. He puts a finger to his chin, looks back in his closet at
the discarded articles Kurt chose, and scowls. “You were just picking the first
thing I showed you!”
“What does it matter?” Kurt gripes. “You’re picking the
opposite of everything I pick!”
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