They had front row seats for the actual runway show. It was a different experience for each of the boys.
Puck was seriously confused. And kind of bored. Models were supposed to be sexy, but everyone walking down the runway was wearing too much make up and never smiled. That meant the only thing left to look at was the clothes, and that didn't interest him. Puck got further in life when he was naked anyway.
Artie got a headache. The back beats were too loud, the colors were too crazy and for some reason there were disco balls every three feet. It didn't help that they were in the front row either, because that meant he had to crane his neck to see. Kurt was right; fashion was pain.
Kurt was in seventh heaven. He kept making notes on his program, gasped periodically, and at one point nearly shouted "Floral? OF COURSE!" Every so often, he grabbed Artie's arm and shouted 'did you see that?' into his ear, which did nothing for the boy's headache.
By the 11th outfit, Puck had fallen asleep and Artie was leaning heavily on his hand and trying to avoid the lights.
Kurt was still enthralled and manically whispering things like 'that would go perfectly with my Marc Jacob's boots' every minute and a half or so.
The show ended about fifteen minutes later. Kurt finally looked back at the other two and gave Puck a sharp jab with his elbow. Puck jerked awake and started clapping, then looked around and realized that he was the only one. He casually switched from applauding to scratching his nose.
"And now we mingle." Kurt was walking back through the backstage door.
"I'm hungry though," interrupted Artie.
"Did you want something? Hey, excuse me? Could you bring that platter over here?" Kurt started gesturing at a waiter, who came over with a veggie platter and waited for Artie to dip his snack.
"I'm sober," mentioned Puck hopefully.
"Not happening Puck, I need to make a good impression on this Michel if I want him to give my any of his designs for free." Kurt started leading the two backstage again. He went right up to a short man with a light beard and hair that looked like it had been shellacked into place. This, apparently, was Michel because Kurt shock his hand and started gesturing at the models standing around.
Models that were, Puck realized, undressing.
"That's a wake up call. Artie are you seeing this?"
"Seeing what?" Artie's head still hurt him and he was leaning on his fist and looking at the floor.
"Seeing her! Dude, be right back." Puck thumped Artie on the shoulder and turned to walk toward a redhead in an almost sheer dress. Artie rolled his eyes.
"Some friend, eh?" Artie turned around to see Brigitte smiling at him. "He is leaving you?"
"I think he's trying to get her number. He doesn't want any compitition, since I'm such a stud of course." Artie smiled, hoping that that would indicate he was joking. She smiled.
"But of course. You look good but you do not look well though. Are you ill?"
"Ah, just a little head ache is all. It was th…."
"It was the lights." Brigitte didn't even bother making is sound like a question. "It is even worse on the runway. And I do it in these heels!" She smiled and Artie laughed. "Come, I will give you some asprin."
Artie took it greatfully from her. "Thanks, that's so much better. We're still going to Circque de Solie."
"Ah! This is a good show. I hope you have fun. I must go now, my sweat pants are calling me."
"Oh. Alright. Bye?"
The second she entered her dressing room Puck reappered by Artie's side.
"Well?" Artie practically jumped through the ceiling.
"Da hell did you get there?"
"Did you get her number?"
"You almost gave me a heart attack and you're worried if I got her number?"
"Yeah, did you?"
"NO!"
"God damn it Artie, have I taught you nothing?"
"The last time you tried to teach me about girls you told me to be a rude asshole."
"That worked though!"
"No it didn't, it made me scared to go back to Breadstixs for a month and a half because I was afraid they'd hate me for trying to dine and dash."
"Buuuuuut you got laid."
"Who got laid?" Kurt walked back into the conversation holding a list of clothes he was to expect in the mail and looking at the two boys.
"Wheels here would be getting laid, if he knew how to ask a girl for her number," Puck supplied.
"She was gone too fast!"
"Who was gone to fast?"
"Brigitte. She gave me asprine for my head ache then went to put on sweatpants and Puck seems to think I should have gotten in her pants in those two minutes," Artie clarified.
"As if it wasn't enough that you breeders are all working your way through the Glee club, now you're going after my other friends too? For Pete's sake…"
Puck smirked and even Artie had to admit that was kind of funny. In a wow-that's-kind-of-true sort of way.
"Here's a word of advice; people who are so pretty they get paid for it are probably out of your league."
"Thanks for that vote of confidence Princess. We appreciate it."
"I thought this was my night. Why are we talking about girls?" Kurt looked up suddenly with a questioning look. Artie and Puck burst out laughing.
"Then how about we get something for everyone. Fucking food. I'm hungry." Puck put his arm around Kurt and looked down at him as he talked. Kurt and Artie both laughed.
"Alright. Fucking food. Let's go." Kurt said.
"FOOOOOOD!" Artie shouted the word like a war cry, then pumped out his fist to lead the way out of the building.
"Annnnnd there goes any respect that I gained at this show. Out the door. In a wheelchair. Thanks to Mr. Abrams. Wonderful."
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