Finn doesn't really know how he got in the situation he is currently in, but he supposed it started with the shirt he had worn to school earlier that day. It was his favourite shirt; he'd had it for years and it had been worn for many important moments in his life.
It was also, according to Kurt, the 'Fugliest shirt this side of Ohio'.
He hadn't tried to argue against the fashionista – it was Kurt, after all. You just didn't argue with Kurt about fashion. Or music. Or- well, you just didn't argue with Kurt. And so when Finn was told that he was being taken shopping that afternoon, he just sort of nodded helplessly, sending a confused shrug to Puck, who just rolled his eyes.
Despite the seemingly endless number of shops they had trawled through, Kurt still hadn't found what he was (apparantly) looking for. Finn had hoped that this latest shop would provide whatever it was Kurt seemed to want, but so far, all it had done was cause trouble.
Because here he was, half undressed in the changing room, one elbow awkwardly sticking out of some designer brand jumper (which was making these really awkward ripping noises that Finn just knew weren't good for the damn shirt), his other hand somehow trapped within the other sleeve, and his head trapped in the neck hole as he tried desperately to pull it over his head.
It didn't work, and Finn sighed, flushing in embarrassment as he called out to his friend for help.
"Um.. Kurt? Can- Can you come in here for a second?"
There was an obvious silence outside the closed curtain; before Finn heard it being pushed slightly aside as Kurt let himself into the cubicle.
"Finn... that jumper is worth over a hundred dollars" was the first thing Finn heard from the kicker, and he sighed.
"Yeah, I know, sorry. To be honest I don't even know why you had me try it on, it's not like I can afford it, and now it's- I'm.." Finn sighed before mumbling embarrassedly. "I can't get it off."
He could hear the not-so-suppressed amusement in Kurt's voice, and imagined the boys face lighting up and flushing as he tried not to laugh.
"Well, obviously."
He sighed, and nearly jumped when he felt two cool hands pushing up his bare chest.
"Relax, I'm just helping you out."
Finn tried not to roll his eyes at the double meaning of Kurt's words, but soon the nimble fingers of his friend were untangling him from the sweater of doom, and he could breath again.
Finally the sweater was lifted gently over his head, Finn bending down to help Kurt reach. When he opened his eyes, Kurt's face was little more than a few centimetres from his own.
He noted the other boys' bottle-green-blue eyes skimming over his chest before snapping up to Finn's face. Kurt flushed, and Finn didn't think it was from amusement. This time it was his turn to suppress the grin that threatened to surface.
Maybe this would be the last shop.
It certainly seemed that Kurt had found what he was looking for.