A/N:
A huge bunch of thanks to DiLancreRoyaltywho submittedthe idea for this one in a review to French, trouble and kick.This was supposed to be an all-description, no dialogue one-shot, but I couldn't resist ending it on a few spoken lines. I hope you enjoy, please review!

Disclamier: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Glee.

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When Finn Hudson got back from yet another football practice, he was surprised that his stepbrother wasn't in their room, but he decided that taking a shower was much more needed then than confirming that he was at Mercedes' place. He grabbed underwear, a pair of washed-up blue jeans and a stripped white and green polo from his drawers before heading to the en-suite bathroom. He took all his time and came back to his room a few minutes later, dressed, rubbing a white towel on top of his head to dry his short brown hair.

Kurt Hummel was sitting cross-legged on his bed, pretending to read a French fashion magazine, like he does once in a while. Finn didn't pay attention to his seemingly usual behavior and walked past him to grab his schoolbag. Realizing something felt wrong, he abruptly turned around. His knees yielded with the shock of the sight and he fell, butt on his bed.

His stepbrother stood up, he looked more fabulous than he ever had in front him. He sported black, above the knee boots, with pink laces on the front, ending in a tiny bow on his knee, and some white lace coming over the edge of the boots. He had a short, black skirt on with a couple of white petticoats under it, to give it volume ― the longest one was about five inches above his boots. He wore a simple, white, short-sleeved blouse with thin black lace edges. On top of it, he wore a well-adjusted black jacket, decorated with complex, round, silver buttons and thin pink laces crossing downwards on each side. Two long bows of lace were tied around his neck, one pink and the other one black. On his arms, he wore detached pale pink sleeves, with pink crossed lace on top of a black and white polka-doted stripe of fabric, that ended with a wide strip of black fabric around his wrists. He wore a massive, but still classy, silver ring around his right thumb. On his head was a maid-like headband, with again a pink bow and a black bow on the left side. The most surprising part, though, was that he was wearing a wig. The hair was blond, almost white, chest-length. The front part formed a pointed arch, the highest point right above Kurt's left eye and the longest points reaching his collarbones. The back part was gathered up in two even, thin, long pigtails, one high on each side of his head. Being himself, he had put attention to detail and had put on black eyeliner and contact lenses, a bit of pale pink lip gloss and deep black nail polish.

Kurt had been planning this very moment for weeks ― since the "Princess" incident, to be exact. He had chosen one of the cutest guys of the list, made some research and produced a precise replica of the outfit. He even went as far as wearing his new ring, which perfectly matched the buttons of the vest. So there he was, posing and smiling in the middle of his room, awaiting his stepbrother's ultimate reaction to the fact that he was dressed up as Bou, from An Cafe. The reaction was slow to come because Finn, not being the brightest Crayola in the pack, was still processing some details of the scene that was in front of him. At last, the tall boy squinted his eyes, blinked twice and gasped loudly. Kurt felt a lot of pride. Finn fainted. Kurt hadn't really planned for that eventuality, but he remained calm and went to get a wet wash cloth to put on the jock's forehead. He also took advantage of the situation, slightly slapping his cheek a little too cheerfully ―he needed to get some stress out― to get him back to his senses.

When the quarterback woke up, he was laying on his bed and his head felt cold. He was confused. He slightly remembered a skirt, and an awful lot of laces and a blond wig, but those memories were very blurry. His cheek felt weird, too. He opened his eyes and everything was forced to his mind again. Kurt posing and twisting and making cute― ahem, awkward faces at him. The young boy, still dressed up, was sitting next to his brother, a satisfied smirk on his face. Finn looked clueless and, Kurt thought, totally adorable. He yet had to understand why any man would dress-up as a princess, but he obliged that it suited some people very well, like Kurt, not that he would ever admit it.

"Finn, stop trying to see through my blouse, you don't posses x-ray vision."

"What? Me? I―why would I do that!"

"Right. Now that I had my fun, can I go change? I can't start my moisturizing routine with that wig and make up on. "

"Ugh, guess so. Kurt, why did you even bother to―?"

"I already told you Finn : fun." The tall boy looked even more confused, he couldn't think of any part of the dress-up process as amusing or fun. "You're such a boy! And if you continue to try to see through my clothes like that, I swear I'll have you cosplay as Ciel Phantomhive* in the soirée outfit from the Jack the Ripper case ― corset included!"

Kurt left the room to change and Finn shrugged. He didn't even want to know.

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*Main character of Black Butler. If you want to see the soirée outfit, just Google Ciel Phantomhive girl, and you will be served.