Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Disney or Cold Stone Creamery. Or Goodwill. Man, if I owned Goodwill, my mom would be so proud.

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"That shirt is an abomination to human kind," Kurt said, completely innocent, light blue eyes open wide.

Blaine looked down at his shirt, frowning. "Why? I like it."

"It looks like my grandma sew it." Kurt complained, sticking his tongue out. He stared at it like it was really that bad. It looked fine. Absolutely fine. It was, maybe, sort-of homemade. He wasn't quite sure by who, but he got it at Goodwill with no tag, so he assumed.

"Maybe your grandma did sow it. I got it at Goodwill."

"Goodwill? Blaine, you do not by your clothes at Goodwill, do you? Your kidding?" Kurt shouted, looking scared. Actually scared. Like he was betraying his trust by buying a pre-owned shirt. It really did look fine. It was just a dark green knit sweater. Well, maybe the entire dark green thing didn't work out for him. But it looked completely, one-hundred-percent decent. It wasn't like, vomit colored green, it was more like pine-tree green. It just didn't compliment his skin tone or whatever. That sounded like something Kurt would say- without the whatever, of course.

"Yeah, maybe sometimes. I mean, I wear my uniform everyday. I really only wear street clothes on weekends." Blaine defended himself. He felt like pouting, moaning, I like this sweater!

"Blaine, we must do something about this. Something. We cannot just sit back and watch you buy clothes at a secondhand shop." Kurt said, dropping his head in shame with Blaine. Kurt better be being sarcastic. Blaine wasn't a fashionably sensible person to the same extent as Kurt by no means, but that didn't mean he wasn't defensive of his poor, innocent sweater.

"It's a second hand shop that boosts our lingering economy!" Blaine nearly yelled. He liked Goodwill! Sure, it was an interest handed down by his frugal mother (the same frugal mother that sent him to one of the most expensive private schools in Ohio? Yeah). But it wasn't like that counted for anything.

The people around them raised eyebrows. Kurt and Blaine stood in line at Cold Stone Creamery. It was almost like their second date, almost. It wasn't really official. Blaine would almost like to think of this as their first date, even though it was their second and an official rulebook somewhere wouldn't even classify it as official. Sure, their first date was perfect, all until that kid showed up. Then it was suddenly terrible. Plus, who wants to tell their kids their parents first date was at some greasy restaurant populated with uninterested employees and jerky homophobes? Exactly. A giggly trip to an ice cream shop sounded much more romantic.

But this time, it was going to be perfect, the entire time. He'd promised himself that. Even if for some tragic reason this didn't work out, third times a charm, right?

Blaine liked the idea of ice cream much better then greasy bread sticks. While Breadsticks was the "I'm so dapper you can not stand in my aura of dapperness without being impressed" kind of Blaine that everyone seemed to like, Cold Stone was much more the "I'm secretly a nervous wreck and I act like a goofy five year old when no ones looking" Blaine, which Blaine liked much more. That Blaine was his dirty little secret he was ready to share with Kurt, once and for all. But Cold Stone also had a little dapper touch that made you think of granite fireplaces. It was like Blaine's hair gel. Behind that uniform and massive amounts of hair gel, there was actually a kid with an Afro under there, believe it or not.

"Our economy would be just find with more retail shops." Kurt said, giving him a death glare that said, you will never be right until I'm proven wrong or the government says otherwise.

"That's what you think." Blaine hissed, mocking Kurt's sarcastic evil tone.

When he reached the counter, he told the woman he'd like a large cookie dough ice cream. Kurt nodded, as though he approved of this choice, and followed with a mint chocolate chip. It was weird how Kurt thought like that, how ice cream was a status symbol. Cookie dough was fun, silly, but it was also pretty plain looking, so it was serious, too. That's how he thought of Blaine. Of course, mint always gave Kurt the impression someone was a little snobby, but he just liked the flavor. Labels where really taking over his life.

"How can you use clothes someone else wore before you? I can just barely wear the clothes I've already worn once." Kurt said while the woman started scooping ice cream into two little paper dishes.

"It's like... a big game of dress up in there. They have everything, from sequins and bell bottoms to hunting gear. I think you should try it." Blaine said, smiling, picturing Kurt and all his glory in sequins and bell bottoms.

The woman put down the two dishes, "That will be 6.50$."

Kurt grabbed the two paper dishes and Blaine handed her a ten dollar bill. She made change and Kurt started to walk off to a table.

Blaine grabbed Kurt by the back of his shirt, "Nice try, but not a chance. We're going to Goodwill and eating this in my car. That is final."

Kurt pouted. He started to protest but Blaine cut him off.

"Your going to love it."


Kurt Hummel. In a secondhand shop? Nonsense.

Complete nonsense.

Yet, for some strange reason, very possibly because Blaine was standing right next to him, it was too much fun. Taking it all in... it was sort of a slap in the face to finally realize he'd insulted this place and it's wonderful multitude of clothes.

The first five minutes was the hardest- Blaine forcefully dragging Kurt by the cloth on the end of his shirt collar. But he had to give in- it was a new Tommy Hilfiger! He couldn't just stand there while Blaine threatened to rip his brand new jacket in two. Plus, Kurt was still holding a paper cup, half filled with melting ice cream and he didn't was Blaine to pull him down, thus leading to a new green splotch on his jacket. Not that a Tide stick could fix that, but it was sort of a hassle to be doing that every five minutes.

They crashed through the automatic doors, which was fairly hard. Maybe they didn't crash. It was more like a dramatic entrance in which Blaine sort of pulled him through the doorway. They almost did crash through the revolving doors, but they opened right in time. It was pretty intense. A couple bystanders probably thought Blaine was a mass murdered who wanted to get his next victim done with already.

It wasn't too impressive when he first got in: in was mostly books, lampshades, and old crack radios and telephones with wires. But the little shelf of jewelry was striking and blindingly sparkly. Kurt, who had his arms crossed with a stubborn pout glued on his face caught sight of it and almost gave in.

Your in a secondhand shop. Don't even try to pretend like your interested.

But Kurt was interested, almost a little bit interested. Almost.

"First impressions?" Blaine asked. They where still standing close enough to the door it kept closing a little bit before opening back up again, like they where confusing it and it couldn't decide whether they where in or out quite yet.

"The wallpaper is extremely tacky. The books look dusty and most of the stuff I'm looking at probably came from Carole's moving boxes." Kurt said, revolted, trying to move his eyes away from the jewelry case until he caught the boxes and boxes of bags, most of them made of leather, and Kurt had a significant liking for leather book bags, for some odd reason.

"The wallpaper isn't that bad. Yellow boats? I mean, the colors a little... sickening... but other then that it's kind of cute! And the books and Carole's knickknacks our not what we're here for. Are you ready?" Blaine said, smiling that really cute crooked, toothy smile, acting like they where preparing for a upside down roller coaster or something.

"Ready for what? Pink old lady sweaters with black silhouettes of cats? I think not." Kurt said. He was starting to give that impression that Blaine had done some terrible offense by bringing him here. But as nervous as he should be because he might disappoint Kurt, he wasn't one bit. He was absolutely positive Kurt was going to love this, whether he liked that fact or not.

"Nope. Clothes." Blaine laughed, grabbing Kurt by his wrist, dragging him to the back of the store. Kurt smiled at the idea of Blaine's hand being that close to his. Sure, they had technically held hands before but Kurt was too worried his hands where sweating to really notice.

As they walked, Blaine smiling like a maniac, he rambled on. It was so weird, Blaine pulling him through the crowded store, woman's tee shirts brushing by them. "I've always loved this place. It's like a treasure hunt. You never know what you'll find. Granted, I'm usually here for the tacky knickknacks that make me laugh, but I've seen the back of this store and I'm fairly positive you'll find this stuff just as good. It really is like dress up."

As they reached the back of the store, Kurt's jaw dropped to the floor. He looked like a little kid on Christmas. A little kid on Christmas who ran downstairs only to find Santa with his feet up, eating cookies and two elves lugging a huge box, two times the size of them, through the door.

Blaine looked at the floor, smiling, whispering, "I told you so."

Kurt didn't even notice. Blaine dropped his wrist, and Kurt walked towards the racks, eyes wider then what was thought humanly possible, looking like he was going to faint at any moment.

"So many... clothes..." Kurt whispered.

Blaine laughed, throwing his head back. "If we didn't have to wear those silly uniforms, I'd be wearing the Goodwill smocks the employees have to wear I love this place so much."

Kurt ran his hand over the clothes, as though if he did that, it would prove everything was real. Like if he did that, it would prove he wasn't dreaming.

Rows and rows of dress up clothes, costumes, clothes from the older decades, or just the crazy kind of clothes Kurt wore everyday when he wasn't trapped in a uniform. The words rang in his head, the same ones Blaine had just said, dress up clothes. He was really tempted to play the game he hadn't played sense he was nine with his (female) cousin. Not to mention in that case he ended up in a Disney princess dress a couple size to small and him crying because she forced him into it and he couldn't reach the zipper to take it off so he had to get his dad to take it off. So maybe the game wasn't full of very good memories. Oh well.

But just like that, Kurt Hummel was in a secondhand shop, and that kicker was, he was enjoying it.

Two hours later, one huge plastic bag filled with ridiculous clothes (including those sequin bell bottoms Blaine promised, which he'd mostly bought because you never know when a surprise 70's birthday party planned by oneself turns up), and a Kurt with a completely new opinion of secondhand shops they finished. The only reason they left was because Burt was rapidly increasing Kurt's telephone bill with random texts demanding his approximate location and it was almost closing time. You'd think any place that closed at six couldn't be to great, but that was a myth proved wrong today.

They stood in the parking lot of the place, standing across from each other.

Kurt did that thing where he fluttered his long eyelashes and giggled. It was too cute for words. "You look so cute." Blaine whispered. The words just sort of slipped out, completely unintentional.

And just like that, after a couple seconds of Kurt's beaming smile, he kissed Blaine on the cheek.

"If you think I'm cute, you should look in the mirror some time." Kurt giggled.


This chapter is for my mom who is a Goodwill obsess.

First of all, if any one is paying close attention, this would be taking place on Monday for common sense and mathematical reasons. Can we pretend they had Monday of from school? Thank you. I wrote this fluff for you, anyway.

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Sorry if their are any obvious grammatical mistakes. I read it over but I'm practically half asleep.

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