Right, so many have asked me to write small one shots for the 100 Things fic, so here I go. And since some of the things belong together, many will be combined into one chapter.
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Football
He probably could have chosen a better opportunity to tell the team that he was quitting than in the showers wrapped in a pink towel.
Knight
Finn almost felt like a knight when he managed to get Kurt out of the locker room without too much damage. Although they were both just in towels at the moment, and on their way to the principal.
Sue
Had so many wrinkles on her face when she screamed. She really needed some cream for that.
"We're totally gonna rule the next game! Those losers won't know what hit them." Some jock exclaimed from the shower room, and Kurt rolled his eyes as he wrapped his towel closer around him. All this testosterone overload was not at all charming. That was probably the kindest - and cleanest - thing he had heard since football practice started.
"You'll have to find a new kicker, however." He muttered, and it seemed to catch the attention of Puckerman. He did not look pleased.
"What the hell do you mean?" He snapped, and Kurt had to refrain from rolling his eyes again.
"I just talked to Coach Tanaka, and I'm quitting. Football isn't good for my complexion." He explained, while trying to act unaffected by the fact that Puck was glaring daggers at him.
Then all hell broke loose. He had thought that they would be glad to be rid of him, but apparently they still wanted to wound him for deserting. Various nicknames and threats were called before a helmet smacked into a locker precariously close to Kurt and a jock hurled himself at him, and then he suddenly found himself dragged by the waist out of the locker room. It was all Kurt could do to reach out and grab for his bag on the way out.
His first thought was to panic, because hello; he was not wearing anything more than a towel. The next thing was that it did not really matter, because Finn slammed the door shut and tried to bolt it. And he was not wearing anything but a towel, either.
"Shit, are you crazy? They'll want to kill you now." Finn exclaimed, grabbing him again and urging him to make a run for it.
Finn was saving him. Kurt had not known what a knight he could be. It was all very endearing, apart from the cries of anger coming from the now closed locker room. Oops. Perhaps it was best to run.
Why had he decided to snap out that he would be quitting in there? The testosterone from the jocks must be contagious. Good lord.
They did not make it far, however. Yet it was not a crazed jock that stopped them; it was someone far, far more frightening. One angry Sue Sylvester. She really needed some cream for those wrinkles, Kurt noticed.
Ignoring her cries and threats to dismember them, Kurt and Finn bolted. Thank goodness that football practice was the last thing of the day, so the school was deserted. Apparently Sylvester had just stayed behind for some reason. Though, maybe she lived in her office. It would not have surprised him.
Although running over the parking lot and to Finn's car was horribly unnerving. After a pause to catch their breaths, Finn straightened and looked around.
"Looks like we make it."
"We still have no clothes, Finn." Kurt quipped, refusing to look at Finn's chest. The small blush he already sported could probably be blamed on the wild dash, but a deeper one? Not so much.
"...Oh, right. I've got some stuff in my car. It's too big for you and it's obviously not what your used to, but still." Finn babbled, going around to the trunk and looking around for – presumably – clothes.
Kurt took the time to mourn the loss of his Gucci, Fendi and McQueen. He doubted he would ever see those garments again. At least he had managed to grab his bag in the panic. Shame he had not had time to grab the clothes from the locker.
A vintage bag and a pink towel. If someone saw him now, he would probably have to murder them. Finn did not count, because he was in the same state, after all. He was roused from his stupor when Finn threw a shirt and a pair of jeans at him. And thankfully, a belt.
After changing he felt if possible even more ridiculous than before. The shirt was drowning him, and so were the pants. Judging by Finn's amused chuckle, he looked as horrid as he felt.
Finn himself was wearing sweatpants and the McKinley jacket. It looked almost decent.
"I'll drive you home." Finn offered, and got into the drivers seat. He looked nervous, for some reason.
"Thank you. But don't you dare laugh at me." Kurt snapped, and Finn seemed to bite back a laugh again.
"Sorry. It's just cu- fun. Uh, that the clothes are so big on you?" He tried, blushing. Finn Hudson, blushing. If Kurt had not known better, he had been about to say cute.
Thanking Finn for the ride a while later, and assuring that he would bring the clothes washed and folded tomorrow, he went inside and tried to sneak down to his room before his dad noticed him.
Sadly, no such luck.
"Kurt I –What the hell are you wearing?"
"Um, I borrowed some clothes from Finn. The jocks... kind of started a riot when I told them I was quitting." He supplied, not at all liking the suspicious look on his dad's face.
"Quitting? Wait... why'd you have to borrow clothes? And who's Finn?"
While trying to explain, Kurt thought that perhaps this was a good way of trying to get his car back.
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The first of many to come. R&R, please.
Also note that it might be wise to read 100 Things first. And, I will say this now. I will not be writing about the slushie incident. Why? Because there are already wonderful fics about that here of FF, and I don't feel like I could ever do them justice. Therefore, skipping those two things.
