Kurt and Mercedes leaned up against the walls, across from each other, that were in front of a changing room that Dave was currently in. They had finally talked him into trying on a few things, but not until after they had been messing around by suggesting several pink shirts and other items of clothing that they knew he would never even try on. This, of course, had only caused Dave to roll his eyes and walk away without saying anything- though, all three had actually been having a good time with each other.
"What is he doing in there?" Mercedes asked, shaking her head at Kurt. She crossed her arms in front of her stomach, tapping her foot lightly against the carpet on the store floor.
Kurt had no idea as to why David was taking so long to just try on one outfit that they had picked out, so his response to her was nothing more than a shrug. "David, come on!" He yelled out from in front of the changing room curtain. "You've been in there for over ten minutes now..."
"Hold on a second," Dave said almost immediately.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "One," he said sarcastically. He turned back towards Mercedes, who was still leaning up against the wall, and shook his head. "Boys."
Mercedes giggled, glancing down at her feet as she took a step towards Kurt. "Think we're having too much fun with this?" She wasn't even attempting to hide the huge smile that had appeared on her face.
"Maybe just a little bit," Kurt smiled back. He started giggling with her, walking over next to her to put his head on her shoulder.
She rested her head against his, sighing lightly as if she were getting tired. "Finally getting your revenge?"
Kurt turned his head to look at her, his eyebrows wrinkling in confusion at her statement. "For what?" he asked.
"You know..." she trailed off. She glanced over towards the curtain and then looked back, lowering her voice so that Dave couldn't hear her. "Last year."
"No!" Kurt responded quickly. "It's not like that at all." He stepped away from her to stand against the wall across from her once more.
"It is funny though... I have to admit," he continued, smiling at the thought of all the different shirts and pants they had tried to get Dave to try on for almost two hours now.
"I heard that!" Dave had shouted from behind the changing room curtain.
Mercedes and Kurt just glanced at it and then looked back at each other immediately. They both started laughing and shaking their heads.
"Good!" Kurt replied, "Now would you hurry up?"
"Seriously!" Mercedes added. She crossed her arms again, speaking in her famous diva-like tone. "How does it take so long for a guy to try on one outfit?"
Dave pushed the curtain open and stepped out of the changing room. "Yeah, yeah," he said mockingly. He was dressed in dark jeans that actually fit him well, black dress shoes, and a blue button-up shirt. The black tie that Mercedes and Kurt had given him to try on was clutched in Dave's left hand, yet it was now untied compared to when they had first handed it to him.
He let out an irritated sigh, shaking his head as he walked a few steps closer. Kurt and Mercedes just stood still, glancing over him a few times as he was standing in front of them. They looked over to each other at the same time, a light smile appearing on both of their faces.
Without saying anything at all, they both knew exactly what they were thinking. Damn... we do good work.
Dave was just staring at both Mercedes and Kurt, waiting for either one of them to say something to him. "What?" he asked after a few moments of silence.
"What happened to the tie?" Kurt asked, pointing at it in Dave's left hand.
He rolled his eyes, "The stupid think didn't look right so I tried to redo it... and then I remembered that I don't even know how to tie one."
Kurt laughed, glancing back over to Mercedes to see her do the same thing. "It's really not as hard as it seems," he replied simply. "Trust me," he nodded.
Dave's eyebrows came together and he raised his left hand to give the tie to Kurt. "You do it then," he said sarcastically.
"Fine," Kurt shrugged, taking the tie from Dave's hand and pushing him back towards the giant mirror that was next to the changing room. There was more light near it, meaning Kurt could see what he was doing better than if they were farther away from it.
From behind them, Mercedes started laughing again. Kurt looked back to see her pick up her purse that had been sitting on the floor next to her feet. "I really don't know how you two became friends," she said, putting her right hand in front of her mouth in an attempt to hide her giggles.
"I don't think we know either," Kurt replied, trying hard not to smile at the situation at hand.
Dave's usual goofy grin appeared, where he turned to face the full-length mirror in order to get a good look at himself.
"Well," Mercedes said after her giggles had finally died down. "I'm sorry guys, but I gotta run."
"Why?" Kurt whined. He had been having such a good time with both Mercedes and Dave, and he wasn't ready for it to end yet.
She smiled sincerely, walking towards them as she responded. "I gotta head home to eat dinner with the fam... you know how my dad gets when I'm late!"
Kurt looked away from her, pretending to be irritated. "Fine," he said dramatically. "I guess we'll just have to finish up without you."
"I know, I know. It's gonna be rough," Mercedes laughed. "I'm sorry!" She hugged Kurt and he smiled at her instantly. She walked over to Dave, giving him another glance down and then back up, nodding as if she were pleased. She touched the sleeve of his shirt, "I have to say, you are looking good though, Davey!"
Dave just laughed, looking at her as if she were crazy. "Thanks... I guess," he replied as if he was surprised at her statement.
"See you boys tomorrow!" She started to walk away from them, turning slightly to wave.
"Bye, 'Cedes!" Kurt replied. He waved back, and Dave did the same before turning back towards the mirror.
Dave looked at himself for a few moments with a blank expression on his face. "I feel stupid," he said nonchalantly.
"What for?"
"I don't know," he messed with the collar of the button-up shirt as if he were uncomfortable. "I just never usually wear anything like this."
Kurt scoffed, moving to stand in front of Dave. He wrapped the tie around his neck, moving the collar of the shirt up to put it underneath it. "Well, you definitely should." Kurt began working on tying it effortlessly. "Besides, you were wearing a suit the other day..."
Dave looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, and that was Rachel's idea," he said, as if that statement shouldn't be shocking. "She didn't exactly give me much of a choice, you know."
"Makes sense," Kurt nodded as he began to laugh at the thought of Rachel planning almost everything out for Dave's performance. "I'm guessing she tied that tie for you then too." He had stopped working on the tie to look up at his friend, waiting for Dave to reply before continuing his work.
"No, actually," Dave shook his head. He leaned his head to the side slightly, letting out a soft sigh before smirking. "That was just a clip-on."
Kurt let go of the unfinished tie, taking a step back from Dave. "Oh, David," he said dramatically. He brought one of his hands up and placed it on his chest as if hearing that Dave had worn a clip-on tie was one of the worst things he had ever heard before in his life.
"I'm about to start sobbing uncontrollably right in front of you," Kurt continued. "I'm not even kidding."
Dave just laughed, shaking his head as he did. "Please don't."
Kurt smiled and brought his hands back up to finish tying the tie. He fixed the collar once again, finally tightening the tie against Dave's neck once it was done. He stepped back to examine his work, only to bring his hands back up to tighten it a little bit more. His fingers brushed against the skin of Dave's neck lightly, and he finally looked up to notice Dave staring right back at him.
He glanced over Dave's face, noticing the expression he could never read. "Is it too tight?" he finally asked after a few moments of silence.
Dave shook his head slightly without looking away. "No," he replied.
Kurt finally broke eye contact. Realizing how close he was to him, he stepped into the changing room that Dave had been in. He cleared his throat, grabbing the black long-sleeve sweater that Mercedes and he had picked out for Dave to try on. "Here," he said, handing it to him without looking back. "Try this on."
Dave took the sweater from him, sliding it on with ease. He pulled at the bottom, straightening it out over the blue button-up shirt, and took a look in the mirror once more. He shrugged and turned back around to face Kurt. "Well?"
"Here, let me just fix this..." Kurt trailed off, pulling the collar of the button-up out and over the sweater. He pushed the sleeves of the sweater up a little bit, letting the sleeves of the button-up go with them to show off Dave's forearms. This time, Kurt noticed his fingers touching Dave's skin, and he could feel himself blushing slightly.
Kurt stepped back a few steps, looking over his work once again. Dave glanced in the mirror momentarily and then turned back. "What do you think?"
"You look perfect," Kurt said before he could stop himself. If Dave couldn't tell that Kurt was blushing before, he would definitely be able to tell now. He faked a cough, scratching at his knuckles lightly even though they didn't itch. Kurt was just trying to find something to do other than stare at Dave standing in front of him. He looked back, shrugging. "What do you think?"
Dave glanced at himself in the mirror once more, taking a good look at the outfit before replying. "I like it," he said sincerely, nodding his head.
"Ah, but the question is... would you actually wear this?"
"Yeah, I think so," Dave replied.
"To school?" Kurt raised one of his eyebrows and smirked.
Dave took a few moments to think about his answer. "Sure, why not?"
Kurt looked down at the floor and started to laugh lightly. He brought his hand up and put it over his mouth in an attempt to hide it. David just looked at him as his mouth opened a little bit in surprise.
"What- you don't believe me?"
"I don't really know, to be honest," Kurt smiled.
Dave smirked, and he squinted as if he were coming up with some sort of idea. "Wanna bet on it?"
Kurt couldn't help but laugh. Though, he was definitely wondering what Dave had in mind with this so-called bet he had created. "What's in it for me?"
"Well," Dave paused for a moment. "If I can't go a whole day of wearing this at school, I have to buy you a coffee sometime."
Kurt laughed once more, "And if you win?"
Dave smiled, glancing around the changing room-area as if it would help him come up with some sort of idea of what he could get if he won the bet. He looked back at Kurt instantly, when a light bulb must have turned on inside his head.
"If I win... you gotta come to school wearing something I'd normally wear."
Both of Kurt's eyebrows shot up, and he gave Dave a look as if he thought that idea was horrible. "Um..." he managed to get out. He recalled the time in sophomore year when he had decided to dress more like his dad...
Kurt didn't really want to repeat that ever again- especially after having to wear a uniform for the few months that he was at Dalton the previous school year.
"Nah, none of that!" Dave shouted as he laughed, pointing his right index finger at Kurt. "You're gonna have to wear some regular jeans and a normal polo. Nothing fancy like you normally wear." He crossed his arms in front of his stomach, attempting to show that this was the only option and that nothing would change his mind.
"Oh my God, David," Kurt said dramatically. He laughed, pausing for a few moments to think it all over. "This is a really lame bet..."
Dave just continued to laugh.
"Wait! I have to wear an outfit you'd wear for an entire day if you win, but if I win... all I get is a coffee?"
Dave shook his head and laughed. "Fine, I'll throw in a muffin or something." He nodded as his usual goofy grin appeared on his face again. "What do you say?"
Kurt smiled, taking a deep breath before nodding back. "Okay, okay... you're on."