5 times Mercedes had to reassure Kurt about his looks 1 time she had to reassure Blaine
First time-
"Kurt, come on, you look great." I tried to calm the nerves in Kurt which were clearly pumping a nervous energy.
Flushed and digging his hands incessantly through his hair, Kurt eyes himself in the vanity mirror. He heavily breathes out, "No Cedes! I can't look just great! I need to look amazing, fantastic, drop dead gorgeous, so good looking Beyoncé will be jealous… actually, no, that's insane nothing can make Beyoncé jealous. She the queen of the universe-"
"Kurt!" I cut him off. As adorable as his rambling was he looked like he was going to pass out. "You do look drop dead gorgeous! Blaine's mind is going to be mush when he see you."
"Are you sure?" Looking himself up and down as if disgusted by the thing staring back in the mirror. Which that thing is not disgusting, at all!
"I'm surer than I've ever been, and that's saying something because I'm a pretty confident person." I reply with a, hopefully, reassuring smile.
"It's just-just that this is our first real, real date. I want to look perfect."
"And you do!" I exclaimed. He actually looks like a model that stepped right out of Vogue. His brown sweater looks burnt and blends well into the white skinny jeans that are so skinny someone would mistake them for his skin. Black leather boots hug his calf, and matched the scarf laying on his neck. "I would be surprised if Blaine doesn't get down on one knee and purposes to you from you sheer gorgeousness."
"You mean it?"
"White boy, I would never lie to you. Of course I mean it!"
He barely breathes out, "Okay." With his chest puffed out, he struts out of the room in big strides. Confidence pooling out of him. I smirked so hard it hurt. My little baby's getting to be so grown up. Oh no. that shouldn't be on the back of his head.
"Kurt! You have a cow lick on the back of your head!" I holler, and he immediately snaps his head at me. Eyes blown up like someone had air into them. Also, they glimmered with fear.
"No-no-no, fix it! Right now!" he sits down on my bed, and I grab the emergency hair gel for him.
"Already on it bossy sparkly pants." Once I goop the gel on, the liquid dribbled onto the problem area. "Okay done."
"Thanks Cedes… sorry I was a little panicked there." His breathes were coming out short and shaky. He's almost making me nervous from his nerves.
"It's totally okay and understandable. Now, go get your man." He mirrored my toothy smile, and sprinted out like his feet had been set on fire.
Second time-
Okay, I must be having a flashback because Kurt's currently looking at his reflection in the vanity mirror with complete disgust. Only this time it's in his room, and he's sporting a kilt around his waist.
"Kurt, come on, you look fantastic, drop dead gorgeous, Beyoncé would be jealous of you." I tell with my eyes tumbling around their sockets. Sitting on his bed, I did my fingers deep in my hair trying to fix it up for prom.
"Oh my god, I can't believe you remember my speech." His reflection looks at me.
"Well, you were so scared I thought you were going to drown in your nerves." Looking at his shaking hands, I mumbled, "Actually, I think you're going to drown right now."
"Oh, shut up." He snapped the pencil in his hands easy like celery. Okay nervous Kurt is scary Kurt. He must've notice the terror that snuck up on my features because, dripping with calmness, he said, "Sorry Cedes, I'm just really, really nervous."
"Why?"
The bed squeaks out a complaint as Kurt sits on it neighbour to me. Bouncing his knee up and down so fast it's having a seizure, Kurt says under his breath, "What if Blaine doesn't like my outfit. What if he thinks I'm ugly, or worst my outfit?"
"Okay, deep breathes. Firstly, that boy is crazy for you, and if you showed up with a garbage on your body he would still think it's hot. Also, you, Kurt, are never ugly. You have a really, really beautiful soul."
"Okay… so that means I look okay?" I barked out a laugh because only Kurt…
"Beyoncé is begging Jay Z to look as good as you do right now." The corner of his lips peak up, and his eyes brighten. "Are you good to go?" I ask.
Nodding his head he stands up. Kurt brushes off the imagery dust on his pants, as he exclaims, "You look great Mercedes. Jay Z is begging Beyoncé to look as good as you do right now."
There's my boy. Displaying my hand right in front of his for him to take, I say, "You know my outfit needs an audience."
Third time-
Okay-okay-okay, I will admit Rachel Berry was pretty damn good. That doesn't mean I wouldn't have been better. It just means she impressed me.
My heeled black boots clack echoes down the empty hallway. The show was over, and I'm just running, well, briskly walking to go grab my books that I need for homework tonight. Kurt looked so cute in his costume, and Blaine. Oh my… if only he wasn't gay. Actually, no, I'm glad he's gay because Kurt deserves someone that good-looking. Once I'm face with locker 456, I start spinning the little dial around.
I wasn't originally planning to go see the play, but the want of seeing my friends perform beat the pettiness; which I'm glad for. Because my boys were so good, and who knew Artie could direct, hey?
A distant shriek of my name sent my thought scattering like thieves in the light of a police car.
"Mercedes, wait!" Kurt breathless call echoed. "MERCEDES!"
Not even the smallest spasm moved my pinkie, I stood frozen. "One word… what?" I replied. Kurt's chest is thumping heavily like he had ran a marathon, and a sparkle of sweat on his forehead glimmered in the light.
"I-I-I told Blaine I had to run to the bathroom really, really quick, so we don't have a lot of time."
"Kurt, what's going on?"
His excitement shook his whole body, as he scrambled the words out of his mouth, "I kind of, well, I kind of proposed to have sex with Blaine, and I told him I'd meet him at his car in a couple minutes. I saw you walking, and I needed to ask a question. How do I look?" Okay, wow, he said that with one breath. Also, wait what?
"You proposed what?" I blurted out. Mouth hanging open in the shape of a circle, and my eyes expanded faster than a balloon would with a pump.
"Well, he asked if I would go to the after party with him, and I told him we should go to his house." He said, still, breathlessly.
"Okay, boy, take a breath."
His chest rose and thumped down hard. "Okay, are you sure I look fine?"
With some extra flare, I exclaim, "You look amazing, fantastic, drop dead gorgeous, Beyoncé should be jealous of you."
Speaking in a normal voice, well, one not-so-breathlessly, Kurt mumbled with amusement in his voice, "Oh my god, that's like out thing now."
"Totally."
"Okay, do I look fuckable?"
Did I hear that right? Please tell me I need a hearing aid or something 'cause he did not just say that. "What?"
"Never mind."
Now it was my turn to be breathless. I said smothered by my breath, "Oh, thank god."
"Do I look like you want to be fucked by me?" yeah… please give me some freakin' hearing aids because I did not just hear that.
"Oh, hell to the no, you did not just say that." That was followed by the harsh yell of my locker shutting. The book in my hand was black like a starless night, and it was the only thing I could look at right now. He nodded the smile on his face never getting close faltering.
"Right! Maybe not the most appropriate thing to say. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow. No, not tomorrow it's the weekend. I'll see you Monday! Okay?" he said running out of breath, again.
"Yeah, okay. Give me all the details, and Good luck?" he was sprinting down the hallway before I could spit out my sentence. Wow, okay. Well, good job for my white boy.
Fourth time-
"Is there something wrong with me?"
"What?" Kate Hudson is currently frozen on the paused T.V screen kissing Matthew McConaughey.
A frustrated scoff made Kurt's lips dance. He grumbled, "I still haven't met Blaine's parents, and he has met mine, like, two million times."
"O-kay," I draw out. "What is this really about? We both know the reason behind you never meeting Blaine's parents." I don't want to even get started on how many time's Kurt bitches about Blaine's parents. I'm pretty sure I know more Blaine's parents than Blaine does. If you couldn't tell, sarcastic comment was sarcastic.
"Ugh, I can't hang out with Blaine because he's not allowed to text or call me this week."
"Blaine's parents want him to go to dinner with a girl."
"Why can't Blaine's parents call me his boyfriend; Blaine says they always call me his good friend."
"Blaine's parents keep asking him if he met a girl, yet. He finds it annoying."
"I'm not allowed to go over to Blaine's anymore. His parents don't want gay people over there anymore."
A heavy sigh sends my thoughts scrambling away. Kurt picks at my thick pink blanket he he's sitting cross legged upon. His fingers dig into the fur easy like dirt. He grumbles, "You're right. I guess what I mean is… is there something wrong with the way I look?"
"Okay, where the hell did that come from?" I said sporting a stunned expression. The popcorn bowl had fell off my lap, and popcorn ran across the bed finding an open area to fall into.
"And you said that we were on our periods." Rachel chimed. I shot her a glare because oh no she didn't.
"It's just that Blaine was texting Sebastian, again, and can't help but to wonder as to why. Is it because he thinks Sebastian is hot? Or maybe I'm just not that good looking?" Kurt murmured like a kid telling their parent they did something horrid.
Three things… Firstly, when did Kurt get so insecure? Secondly, screw that Sebastian kid he's causing way too much drama for everyone. Lastly, why the hell was Blaine texting him again after blinding him? Wait. Why would Blaine still keep texting Sebastian after he knew Kurt didn't like it, and Sebastian almost blinded him?
"Kurt," I started cautiously still figuring out the exact words. "How do you know Blaine's still texting Sebastian?"
"Well, his phone pops up with texts from Sebastian all the time, duh." Kurt explain not-so-well.
Rachel chimes in, again, from the Kurt sandwich we've created, "How do you know if Blaine's texting him back? Maybe Blaine's just ignoring him. Have you seen Blaine texting Sebastian back?"
"No but-"
"You should talk to Blaine about this. "
"Yeah, okay, so I look decently good looking then?"
I smirk a toothy smile, and say, "You look fantastic, amazing, drop dead gorgeous, Beyoncé should, really, be jealous of you."
Fifth time-
It's clockwork, really. I gradually stalked up the Hummel's staircase with each step yelling out a squeak at me. Once I push Kurt's door, I see him eyeing his reflection, again. Lights cage the mirror on the vanity, and glare at Kurt's perfect porcelain skin.
"Kurt, come on, you look fine." I grumbled. He jumped out of his skin at the sound of my voice.
He spook a soft tone whilst saying, "You're early."
"And you're judging yourself, again."
"Well," the word was drawn into a sigh. "It's just my senior prom night, and I want to look perfect."
"Perfect for a prom you're not even going to?" I quip.
A hat black like a blank T.V screen sits atop his head. The suit jacket hugging his white dress shirt matched the hat, and the flower on his chest was a perfect snowflake tying the whole outfit together. He looked picture perfect… as always. Classy. Fashion foreword. Elegant. Just generally awesome.
His hands start working into his hair like it was clay. The paled hands tug, rub, grind and shape incessantly. "Okay, fine, you look amazing, fantastic, drop dead gorgeous, Beyoncé should be jealous. You happy?" I huffed out. Honestly, how many times do I have to day that?
"Ecstatic." He wrapped his lanky fingers around my wrist. "Come on, Carol made Italian wedding soup." The scent smacked me in the face, and that damn scent of warm homeliness made me smile. "See? I knew that would make you smile."
I followed Kurt like a puppy down the stairs toward the dining room. Banging, clashing and clanging of dishes pooled the room, as everyone sat to eat the best damned soup in the world. Kurt, Finn, Rachel, Burt, Sam, Carole and I all, gladly, slurped it up.
After dinner, I told Kurt to go get his man. He bolted out of the building to do what I suggested. It was clockwork, really.
First time-
I was waiting outside of the boy's bathroom, for my plus one Sam Evens. My black heeled boots sank deep into the carpet a velvet colour. The clock dangling on the wall above me yelled out ticks, and, oh boy, was it really annoying. How long does it take a dude to pee? From experience it shouldn't take as long as Sam's been in there.
Kurt and Blaine's wedding has finally, after a million years of being engaged, arrived, and there's no way in hell I want to be spending my time lonesome in a hallway.
Sam came out looking a little sheepish? Worried? Confused? Whatever… I don't want to wait any longer. We've been here for twenty minutes, and I haven't even seen the ceremony area. Which is going to look more beautiful than Adam and Eve's garden if Kurt had planned it all out.
"Ugh, Mercedes we have a problem." Sam mumbled voice ghosting over my ear.
"What kind of problem?" I questioned back.
He nodded towards the bathroom, and mumbled a little louder, "Blaine's having a, like, freakin' panic attack in there."
Oh no.
My heart just fell into my stomach.
That can't be happening.
Sam looked intently at my dropped jaw and crunched eyebrows, and said, rushed, "It's not like he's going to leave or anything."
"Well, what is it?"
"Just, ugh, just go in there, and see for yourself. Actually, you may be able to help."
Dragged like a rag doll into the white public bathroom like any other, I see Blaine digging his finger deep into his tangled curls incessantly. His face was swamped with red, and a look of utter disgust was staring into his reflection. It hits me like a brick wall; this has happened before. Only not with Blaine.
"Hey Anderson." I smiled at him reassuringly, "You look good!"
"You're just saying that." He glared at the reflection glaring back at him.
Yup, déjà vu. "No way, doesn't he look dapper Sam?"
Sam bobbed his head so hard I'm shocked he didn't snap his neck. From the behind me he exclaimed, "Yeah! Like totally awesome, dude."
Breathlessly Blaine stumbled out the words, "Are you sure? I mean should I have worn hair gel? What if Kurt doesn't like my suit? Is it too simple? And why is my face so red? Should I be wearing-"
"Okay, take a breath." He followed my instruction. The breath shook violently, though. My smile never faded, as I tell him, "You look amazing, fantastic, drop dead gorgeous, Beyoncé would be jealous of you."
The heat on his face burned, and he looked down sporting a bashful smile, "Are you sure?"
"Okay," My hand gives his shoulder a hug. The white suit jacket was smooth, almost soft, under the tips of my fingers. "I remember there was this little kid named Kurt Hummel, and eight years ago he was freaking out like a giant ass spider crawled into his room. The reason he was freaking out was because he had his first date with a gorgeous private school boy named Blaine Anderson. You see where I'm going with this?"
With a huffed laugh, He nodded. I continued, "I gave him a speech about how awesome he looked and, he got his man. Now it's time to go get yours."
"O-kay, thank you so much Mercedes." He barely breathed out. His eyes danced away from the reflection, and bored into mine. All the nerves melted into the deep of the brown ocean swaying in his eyes.
"Anytime, white boy."
"Yeah, okay, so… do I look okay?"
With my never ending smile, I say, "Better than okay." He fled out the room fast as if someone set the room on fire. I turn to Sam, whose dopey smile, made me smile wider than the ocean.
"Where the hell would they be if it weren't for you?"
I reply, "Probably in the same place. Just a hell of a lot more nervous."
The ceremony was beautiful, as I expected. The whole area looked as if we were flown up into the sky, and were lost in the cloud. Angels would die of envy from the pureness of the room. Kurt looked awed at Blaine; his jaw hit the ground, hard. Blaine got his man. Kurt got his man. It was, as quoted from Sam, 'totally the most awesome gay wedding in the whole universe.'
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