Earlier that evening...
Kurt picked up his costume for tonight's show. A tight black bodysuit, corset, fishnet knee highs with garters, black lace up oxford boots with heels, and a bowtie embellished with glittering rhinestones. The corset was also decked out with black and white rhinestones and it even had coat tails on the bottom.
These silly costumes...
Next to his vanity sat a little gold birdcage. The golden yellow bird inside chirped happily and hopped about. Kurt giggled.
" At least you're happy in a cage, Pav." Kurt said. He pulled on the bodysuit and discovered that it was still too loose on his thin frame. Oh well... He grabbed the garters and slid them up his thin legs along with the knee highs. Suddenly, the door opened, reveling Sebastian.
" Five minutes, dolly." he said, his slimy attitude oozing out of his words. Kurt rolled his eyes.
" Don't you know how to knock, Smythe?"
" Please, you don't have anything I haven't seen." Sebastian picked up the sparkling corset. " My my, ginger out did herself this time."
" Yes, Emma is very talented. Now if you'll excuse me-"
" Don't you need someone to lace you up? Big show tonight; better look your best."
Kurt glared at him for a few seconds before nodding. He placed his hands on his chair and bent over slightly. He heard Sebastian chuckling.
" Shut up and lace me, Smythe."
" Don't be rude. Not the first time I've seen you like this, dolly. You know that." Sebastian sneered in a low voice as he pulled the laces tight. Kurt breathed as deeply as he could in this confined garment. When Sebastian was done, Kurt was feeling the usual lightheaded feeling he got whenever a costume required corsets. Sebastian put his hands around Kurt's waist.
" Damn, you're skinny. Maybe you should get that duke to buy you supper after you two fuck."
" I'm perfectly fine, thank you. Don't you have a pre show to be in? Sue is going to murder you in your sleep if you're late again."
Now it was Sebastian's turn to roll his eyes. " Fine. I can take a hint. See you later, little dolly" he said just before slapping Kurt right on the ass. Kurt gasped and grabbed his hair brush, ready to throw it, but Sebastian was already gone. Kurt sank down to the floor and put his face in his hands.
Don't cry. Don't you fucking cry, Hummel. It's just another appointment. That's all it is...
He heard footsteps, but didn't look up. He knew who it was, anyway.
" Swing, Porcelain. On the double." Sue's harsh voice said.
" Alright. Give me a minute," Kurt pulled himself up and over to his vanity. A little more rouge and mascara was applied to his pale face. He placed his top hat onto his head and expertly styled his bangs to sweep up and onto the brim. He pulled on the boots and headed into the crowded back stage area. Finn was waiting for him on the stairs to the flies.
" You look nice." Finn said kindly, obviously used to his little step-brother's risque costumes.
Kurt didn't reply and he walked right past Finn and up the stairs.
" Is there something the matter?" Finn asked. Kurt huffed; he was not in the mood for Finn's clueless disposition.
" Nothings wrong." Kurt snapped a little harsher than he meant too.
" You're nervous about the duke, aren't you?"
He sees right through me, no matter how much of an oaf he his.
" Hmm..."
" Don't worry about it, Kurt. He'll give you the money you deserve. And when he does," Finn leaned in closer, " You can leave this place and go be a real performer, or go make all those clothes that you draw. You'll make it, Kurt, I know it."
Kurt forced himself to smile. Finn squeezed his brother's shoulder and secured him to the swing, which was really just a trapeze sort of thing with a piece of tough black fabric that went around Kurt's hips to keep him from falling.
" Alright, you're all set. See you out there." Finn said and lumbered back down the steps to join the rest of the performers.
Kurt looked down; they were in the middle of the can can. Will was already out there and, oh lord fondling with Quinn. He laughed to himself. He caught a glimpse of Sebastian gyrating in front of some dirty old man and scoffed.
At least what I do takes some talent...
Right on que, the lights went out. Kurt took a breath, but couldn't get enough air in. The corset. It was too tight!
That bastard!
Before he could get someone to loosen it for him, he was being lowered down into the spotlight. His performance mentality took over immediately; he crossed his legs and flashed his smile.
I bet you thought I was soft and sweet,
You thought an angel swept you off your feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
Surprise! I give you a Kurt! I thought this up while i was working on Surrender. I realized that the movie mostly gives us Christian's POV, but in Glee, we get multiple sides of stories. So here's some backstage at teh Moulin Rouge! Special cameo by Pavoratti!
Also, Sebastian is still an asshole. Cuz dats how i roll.
Also, I changed the title. Wanted something less cliche!
