Prompt was: Kurt's Tongue Ring.
Rachel still could not believe Kurt Hummel of all people had a tongue ring. Their tattoos was one thing, but metal through something that seemed like one of the sensitive parts of your body?
He was showing it off to Brittany, who had came to visit Santana. Rachel was shaking her head about the whole thing. Brittany was squealing at the sight, covering her mouth. She was asking all sorts of questions and Kurt was trying to answer as best as he could. Even though it had been a couple of days, he still had issues with talking.
It wasn't long till Santana had gotten home from the diner and Brittany & Santana had gone out for the evening. Rachel had made dinner and she looked concerned when Kurt had brought out the hot sauce. Surely the capsaicin wasn't good for what could be considered an open wound. It had been a couple of days, so maybe it wasn't too bad on him.
She looked at her phone out of curiosity and pulled up tongue piercings while Kurt had gotten a bath and changed for bed. It was just as she suspected. You were supposed to avoid anything hard, spicy, sticky, and acidic for at least a week. She heard Kurt go back in the bathroom to brush his teeth. As soon as she heard the door shut, she waited about two minutes and opened it.
Standing next to the sink, holding what looked like pieces of a something metal was Kurt Hummel, looking surprised and sheepish.
"Oops," he said.
"I knew something was up," said Rachel, crossing her arms. "A fake tongue piercing, really Kurt?"
"Well, the owner offered me a free tongue piercing, but I was unsure about the whole thing. So he showed me the fake ones."
"And you thought you could pass it off to everyone that you got a real one."
"It seemed like a good plan." He sat it down in a little box.
"How does it work?" asked Rachel, coming over to look at it.
"It's magnetic," said Kurt, picking up the toothpaste. "They also have plastic ones."
"Sneaky," said Rachel. "It looks real."
"It works almost like one, at least, so he said," said Kurt muffled. He looked at her after spitting out his toothpaste.
"How did you know?"
Rachel smiled and leaned against the door frame. "When you put hot sauce in your soup."
"I have taken too many lessons from dad," muttered Kurt. Rachel laughed.
"It's not that bad. I'll keep your secrets," she teased. "Besides it's good blackmail."
"Thank you," said Kurt, giving her an evil look for the blackmail comment. He picked up the mouthwash.
"Are you going to stand there the whole time or do I get any privacy at all?"
"You know, I know everything about you now," said Rachel, trying to hold back a grin. "Might as well see it too."
Rachel squealed as Kurt turned on the faucet and started splashing it at her.