Kurt sat on Rachel's bed with Mercedes as they watched Funny Girl. "You know, I'm in love with Musicals as much as the next gay, but can we do something else? We watch this movie every time we're dumb enough to come back here."
Mercedes nodded her agreement. Rachel looked at them in horror.
"What are you saying? Funny Girl is quite possibly the greatest Musical of all time, and you don't want to watch it?"
Mercedes and Kurt exchanged a look. "No, we don't," they said in unison.
Rachel scowled but turned off the TV. "Well what do you want to do instead?"
Mercedes shrugged. "I'm just happy we don't have to listen to any more show tunes."
Kurt considered a moment. "How about we play truth or dare? It's a classic party game, and it would give us a good laugh."
Mercedes smiled faintly. "Sure. That'll work."
Rachel grinned. "Ooh! I love Truth or Dare! Do me first!"
Mercedes raised an eyebrow at her enthusiasm. "Okay… Rachel, Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
Mercedes thought a little before smirking. "What is Finn like in bed?"
Rachel blushed. "Um… He's… really gentle, and sweet, and…" she sighed dreamily. "Amazing."
"Okay, I'd rather not hear about my stepbrother's sexual ability, if you don't mind," said Kurt, slightly disgusted. "Bad Mercedes, bad." Mercedes stuck her tongue out at him.
Rachel turned to Kurt. "Okay, Kurt- Truth or Dare?"
Kurt looked at the ceiling, thinking. He was almost certain their truth questions would involve Blaine, and he was NOT sharing details of their intimacy with Rachel. "Dare."
Rachel smiled evilly. "I dare you to go to school tomorrow dressed like Tina- in gothic clothing."
Kurt gasped. He should've gone with truth. "Never mind, I pick truth."
Mercedes shook her finger at him. "Not a chance, Kurt. You can't change your answer- and I'm going to laugh so hard when you have to go to school in non-designer clothes."
Kurt glared at her, and then realized what she had said. No Gucci, no Prada, No Alexander McQueen… he thought he would pass out. "I hate you Rachel Berry."
Rachel simply smiled.
Kurt pulled up to McKinley in his car and parked. "Remember, courage." He whispered to himself, never thinking Blaine's advice would apply to his wardrobe.
He opened his door and swung his legs out. From head to toe, Kurt looked Goth. Fabulous and stylish, but still Goth. He wore tall black boots that reached his knees, black skinny jeans with chains hanging from the belt loops, a dark purple t-shirt that he had cut to hang off of one shoulder, and leather fingerless gloves that extended to his elbows. His eyes were accented with cat eye-liner and dark purple eye shadow. Kurt had even styled his hair to cover his left eye partially.
He walked into the building with his head held high, giving anyone who stared a dirty look.
There was one person, however, he didn't glare at. Mike Change, who was chatting with Tina, glanced in Kurt's direction. Tina went on talking, oblivious to Mike's distraction. He stared at Kurt, his brown eyes wandering up and down Kurt's highlighted legs, then up to his eyes.
Kurt blushed, though he raised his eyebrow confidently.
Mike looked like he was going to walk over to Kurt, so Kurt smirked slightly before turning on his heel and strutting to his chemistry class. He sat down in his seat and placed his bag on the table with a flourish.
It seemed like only moments before the bell rang, ending class. Kurt stood and walked to the door. When he stepped into the hallway, he felt a firm yet gentle hand turn him and push him against the wall. Kurt looked up at the owner of the hand, and almost squeaked with shock. There, in all his Asian glory, was Mike, who looked down at Kurt with a strange look in his eyes.
"Kurt," he said simply, chocolate brown eyes smoldering.
Kurt swallowed and stared back into the dancer's eyes. "Yes Mike?"
"Why are you wearing-" his free hand slid up Kurt's leg to his chest before finally pulling back to gesture to Kurt's makeup and hair. "All this?" His low growl was hardly contained in his voice.
"It was a dare. Rachael and Mercedes dared me to dress as a Goth." Kurt kept his voice level, although the tone of Mike's voice combined with his posture were both scaring and exciting him in a way he didn't think he'd ever felt.
Mike said nothing, though he looked around to make sure the halls were clear. Finding no one, Mike turned his attention back to the countertenor he had pressed against the wall. He licked his lips slightly. His intent was obvious, and he leaned down towards Kurt.
"Wait." Kurt stopped him, putting a perfectly manicured hand up in front of Mike's face. "Don't do this, Mike."
Mike pulled back, looking confused. "Why?"
The smaller boy rolled his eyes. "Tina? Remember? Your Girlfriend?"
Mike sighed and lowered the arm he was using to trap Kurt. "Oh. Right."
Kurt frowned at the sound of his voice. "Something wrong in Asian Paradise?"
Mike's lips twitched in an almost smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah. Tina seems to like me, but she's always talking. She never stops, and it's like she doesn't even care if I listen or not."
Kurt thought back to the moment earlier where Tina was completely oblivious to Mike's Kurt based distraction. He couldn't argue with this point. Mike continued.
"Plus she's always complaining. She doesn't like the restaurant I pick for dates. Says I pick her up too late. Or too early. I just-" he paused, shaking his head, "I can't take her anymore. It's too irritating."
"Well you can't have me until you break up with her. And that's only if you manage to win me over." Kurt adjusted his bag and fixed his hair.
Mike frowned again. "Win you over?" he raised his shirt to expose the most lusted after an coveted abs in the whole school. "Aren't these enough?"
Kurt scoffed. "No, Mike. Your abs are NOT enough. I'm not some shallow, sex hungry bitch who'd melt for you just because you have a six pack. And I'm offended you'd think so little of me." He huffed and turned, storming away. Mike called his name, asking him to come back, but Kurt ignored him.
He knew the Goth clothing wasn't a good idea, for him and certainly not Tina.