Fill for Pyroclastic's "One Sentence" Fic Meme: "Kurt/Any Warbler: Cheerios uniform. Up to the filler which gender uniform."
"You were a cheerleader?" David exclaimed.
Kurt blushed as he picked up the Cheerios' celebratory photo from Nationals from his bedside table.
"Yeah. I was their lead soloist."
"Seriously?"
"Yep. Fourteen and half minutes of Celine Dion, in French. Won us the championship."
"Remind me again why you don't have any solos in our competitions?"
Kurt smiled weakly and shrugged. "I guess and Wes and Tom just don't like me."
David shook his head in dismay, turning his attention back to the photo.
"You had the uniform and everything..." he said in wonderment.
Kurt smiled at him. "Another 'endearing' thing?"
"Nah... cheerleading uniforms are hot." David's gaze was still trained on the photograph.
"I suppose there could be a certain attraction to a girl in a Cheerio's outfit. The long, bare legs and so on."
David was still lost in his reverie. "Yeah... you would look so hot in one on them."
Kurt choked. "Excuse me?"
David coloured and looked up. "Um... I mean... um... yeah."
"You're not gay," Kurt stated, confused.
"Um... I may have... kind of... let people think that. Sort of. Yeah. Um... you know that picture of me with my girlfriend?"
"Yes?"
"That's me and my cousin Susie. She looks enough like her side of the family that I can get away with it."
Kurt paused, taking a deep breath as he digested this new information.
"So you are gay?"
"Guilty as charged."
"And you think I would look hot in a female Cheerio's uniform?" There was more than a hint of disbelief in Kurt's voice.
"Erm... yeah?" David's face was screwed up with embarrassment as he admitted it.
Kurt nodded, trying to take in this revelation.
"Okay, I need to make a call. Um... do you think we could wrap up this revision session for today?"
"Sure thing, Kurt. Look, I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"It's alright. Same time next week?"
"Absolutely."
Kurt waited until his door clicked shut after the dark-skinned boy before grabbing his phone and dialling.
"Hey Brit, do you have a spare Cheerio's uniform? I may need to borrow it when I come round for your manicure tomorrow..."