This didn't turn out how I had hoped it would. But here it is anyway. My own take on how Kurt and Mercedes met. Can take place any time during the first episodes or before, whatever you want.
Kurt is my favorite character, and I'm planning to do a lot more with him in the near future.
"A friend can tell you things you don't want to tell yourself." -Frances Ward Weller
I watched as the kid pulled old food and soggy napkins off of his sweater with disgust. Honestly, pulling him out of that dumpster was the least I could do after watching him being thrown in and doing nothing.
He looked up at me, studying me from head to toe, "Thank you. For pulling me out. But I feel obligated to tell you that those boots don't go with that outfit at all."
I froze. He did not just say that, not after I pulled him out of that smelly old dumpster. If he wasn't careful, he was gonna go right back in again.
He continued, "I'm just saying. I understand what you were trying to do with the red and leapord print, but the shirt's too loud. Maybe with a warm brown, or even simple black. You can never go wrong with the classics."
He looked up at me and smiled, green eyes sparkling. I was torn between anger and amusment. He sure sounded like he knew what he was talking about at least. but there was no way I was actually gonna let this boy get away with insulting my outfit (which was fabulous, by the way).
"Right, cause I'm gonna take fashion advice from the kid with gravy in his hair." I said finally, laughing as his smile dropped into a dramatic pout and he began toying with his ruined hair.
I offered him his bag, which had been hanging outside the dumpster, and together we went made our way towards the door of McKinley.
"I'm Kurt, by the way."
"Mercedes."
"Nice to meet you."
