Christmas Shoes
Prologue: First Encounters
Kurt x and a surprise!
It is a little O.C. in the prologue, but it'll work out in the next couple chapter and have all the gleeks. Just, stick with me. ;)
Just worked out a time line: After "Teenage Dream" but before the Karofsky Confrontation. I'm thinking before the kiss...*mwah*
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or this line* , Blaine does, because hes, like, ubber smarticle.
"Kurt, there's a girl at the door saying you owe her a date and a new pair of shoes..."
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Once upon a time, Kurt Hummel met the most gorgeous boy to ever walk the earth. He was, Blaine, the cute prince, was the soul reason Kurt was to be found wondering the men's shoe department. It happened to be next to the women's department, which was bustling with mothers and children, and beside the doors that lead from the main mall to the parking lot.
He could feel the curious eyes of the females on him, the lone male in the shoe store. But he didn't particularly care. The cute face of Prince Charming repeatedly popped into his head, giving him subconscious advice on different shoes.
Designer Burberry sneakers, as his best friend would say, hell to the no. The Louis Vuitton sneakers? Slick black leather layered over the shimmering white, crisp white laces, the perfect runner. The perfect shoe.
Kurt ran his finger down the side of the boxes, attempting to find his size, which proved to be impossible because it seemed to be the most popular men's shoe size out there. He glanced up, looking for the sales clerk he had seen prowling to customers. She seemed to be helping a girl, about his age, locate a box that varied on the men's side.
He waited patiently, and soon the clerk was free, the girl was paying at the counter, looking very pleased in deal. He started to walk over when he heard a startling familiar voice, freezing him in his spot.
"Hey boys, look who it is!" The group of young men taking a short cut to parking lot, stopped in the aisle, their red and white, smelly and sweaty, letterman jackets invaded the store, swelling in the aisle and crowding around the small boy.
Kurt's eyes glazed over the five football players, resting between each of them as the women turned away from their shoes to watch the confrontation. He gulped quietly, thankful that the deep blue scarf hid the nervousness of his throat from the guys.
David Karofsky, one of Kurt's main tormentors stepped forward, glancing at the others as they separated to fill the empty spot in the wall. "What do you want, Karofsky," Kurt demanded, placing his small fist on his petite waist and glaring at the boy, hoping the less than friendly words would stop the advancing threat.
No matter how intimidating it may have been to the members of Lima Elementary School, it had no effect, what so ever on the muscle heads, who, shockingly enough, had a very similar IQ as those in Elementary.
"You scared Lady Face?" Karofsky snarled, pushing his face closer to Kurt's and breathing his foul, hot, dragon-breath over the pale skin.
"Scared? Of you? You're as scary as a Lepidoptera!" Kurt snarled back, trying to get out from between the body and the wall of shoes.
"Hey, fag," the word slapped him like a freezing ice drink. Which, unfortunately Kurt had become accustom to, "I don't like your tone." Thick fingers pushed him heavily to the ground, thumping painfully and scampering back to the wall. "Come on boys, we're outa here!"
The boys spun and strutted out of the store, leaving shocked women and Kurt on the verge of tears; in public. The store seemed to be motionless, no one moved, and Kurt looked to the scuffed floor, embarrassed and ashamed.
Soft hands grouped at his shoulders. Not painfully so, but gently drawing him to his feet. He looked into intense green eyes of the girl who had been occupying the clerk before...
She took his cold hand in one of her own and pulled him towards the door, sending a glare at the room full of people before pushing into the mall. She dragged him past a few stores but turned sharply and sat him gently at a table, "Stay right here, I'll be right back."
Kurt was a little dumbfounded, how he had gone from happily shoes shopping, to almost crying to being rescued by the princess. What...if she was the princess, Blaine was the Prince Charming, what did that make Kurt? The Damsel in Distress? It certainly seemed that way, as of late.
"Latte, Italian for expensive," the girl said as she slid into the booth across from him, pushing a cup, scarily similar to the open that Blaine, Wes, and David had gotten for him after he finished 'spying'.
He placed his hands around the Styrofoam, clinging to it like it was his life line. The girl across from him just sipped on her drink, sparkling eyes closed and breathing to calm. Kurt watched her for a minute before matching his hallow, short breaths to her deep, calmed inhales. His eyes even slipped shut, banning the embarrassment and focusing fully on the caffeine before him.
"You're going to be okay?" She asked, reaching a hand across the table and brushing his fingers. Kurt's eyes flicked open, the girls head was cocked to the side, blonde bangs brushed into her eyes that weren't filled with pity, or scorn, only compassion.
"Yeah-" he cleared his throat and looked to the fingers, stilled at his hand, "Yeah...i just really wanted those shoes."
The girl grinned and retracted her hand, placing it, in front of her and taking another sip of her drink, swishing it around, through her teeth and over her tongue before swallowing.
"Don't let those boys get to you, they're just..."
"Prejudice is just ignorance."*
Her eyes widen and she smiled, "I've heard that one before."
"It would be good advice..."
"If they weren't such... Been there, done that sweetheart." She sighed mournfully, resting her cheek against her hand and rolling her eyes, experienced. "My names Addison, Addie, by the way," she jetted her hand out and shook his quickly, grinning ear to ear.
He pulled his hand back and smiled to the wooden table top, "Kurt," he added, for good measure.
Her light brows shot up her forehead, hiding beneath her bangs, "Jiminy Crickets! You're Kurt?" he nodded, hesitantly, his own brow furrowing as she nodded and looked at him with different eyes.
"Uh...?"
"Hmh? Oh nothing," she – Addie – said, twisting her wrist to look at her watch. He was pretty confident they stopped making those a long time ago, "Anywayyys...I gotta get back to work..." she slid out of the booth, taking only her drink, "Consider the shoes a gift. You owe me a drink!"
Kurt digested the words and spun in his seat, "-what?" but the curious girl disappear from the door way, leaving him confused and dazed.
He frowned at the coffee and pulled the shoe box over the table, flipping the lid open and peeking inside; it held pink and purple running shoes, complete with matching laces.
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A few days later, the scene from the mall completely gone from his mind, Kurt Hummel could be found sitting at his vanity, inspecting his perfect hair and wishing for something to do. Mercedes was hanging out with her brother who was down from Columbus; Finn was out with Mike, Puck and Sam. Artie was hanging with Brittany and Santana for some reason. Tina and Quinn were doing something. Kurt...Kurt was doing nothing.
"Kurt?" His fathers head popped above the stairs, frowning, "Kurt, there's a girl at the door saying you owe her a date and a new pair of shoes..."
A girl, at his door? Demanding a date...and shoes? "Okay, one sec..." he muttered, turning to double check his bangs. They were remarkably perfect. He started to head up the stairs, but his eyes flittered to an empty shoe box. He grinned and ran the rest of the way, sliding to a stop when he seen the girl laughing with his father.
Burt threw his head back, laughing to the roof and she grinned, catching hid eye through the living room and giving a shy smile.
"Addie!" Kurt smiled, waving.
She waved back and Burt looked between them, "Kurt Hummel! Would you like to dine with me?"
"Yes, please! There's nothing to do!"
Burt crossed his arms and looked humorlessly at his son, eyebrow cocked up, "I believe you promised to finish the laundry...about an hour ago..."
"Dad," Kurt tried not to whine, but he could tell his attempted were fruitless.
Addison grinned lopsidedly and played with her zipper, shrugging to the side, "You finish up, and we'll meet at Breadsticks in say, an hour?"
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Kurt walked into the restaurant positively glowing. He hadn't realized how much he wanted to see the girl again. The girl, who, admitably wasn't gay herself, not that he knew of, but she seemed to be (outside of his immediate group of friends, his father and Blaine) uncaring that he was gay. Like it didn't make a difference, that he didn't deserve all that bull shit that the bullies dished out.
He glanced around, looking through the tables for the blonde hair, the green eyes. He found her, facing him in a booth, and nodding and grinning, as usual, to a companion who was hidden from the tall back of the chair.
Addison looked away from the boy and waved him over, standing out of the booth and letting him slide in.
He looked at the table before deciding that it may be polite to greet the other. His eyes slid from his side of the table to the other, up the navy blue blazer, the fire truck red trimming, and white shirt, blue and red tie.
Kurt felt his face break out in a smile when he met the hazel eyes, the thick eyebrows, perfect hair... "Blaine?"
"Kurt?"
"Blaine!"
Addie chuckled and waved a finger, standing at the end of the table and resting her fists against the wood, "Kurt! Blaine! Blaine! Kurt! KurtBlaineKurtBlaine! Kurt, meet my darling brother, Blaine. Brother dear, meet my new fabulous friend, Kurt. You're both lonely and gay. Discuss!"