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Chapter 9: Propositions
School is out in a matter of minutes, and Emma is in her office, hypnotically sharpening her pencils.
Emma's POV
This whole party at Sugars is really making me nervous. I mean what if I need to...how do I say this without sounding vulgar...need to Relieve myself? I mean the last time I used a public restroom was when, two students thought it would be hilarious to put two laxatives in my morning coffee. That is a situation I never want to encounter again.
Anyway, I've got much bigger problems to deal with. Like, who is going to be my plus 1, and most importantly...what are my going to wear. I'm sick to death of having Sue ridicule my dress sense every time I walk into a room. I want to walk into the place, looking like Beyonce's young, hot, white cousin who just found her woman-hood.
But how are me, Emma Pillsbury, going to pull that off. I don't know a thing about fashion, only that it involves clothes. I can't get a stylist because I have no extra cash. Oh god, please let your little ginger Cinderella go to the ball for once!
General POV
Emma dropped one of the pencils, and leaned down to pick it up. She caught sight of Kurt walking passed her office window.
Emma POV
That's it. Kurt Humble. McKinley High's answer to Tim Gun. Perfect.
General POV
Emma pounced out of her chair, and chased Kurt down the corridor. She quickly over-took him, and he halted with fright.
"Mrs. Pillsbury, you gave me a fright," he said, placing his shaking palm on his chest.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Kurt I have a favour to ask of you," Emma asked, still in her counsellor-to-student tone.
Kurt raised his eyebrows. "And what would this proposition in tale?" he asked, fixing his school bag.
"Well, you do know that Sugar Motta is throwing a party tomorrow evening. And I really need some help with my," Emma answers, pointing at her current clothing which consisted of a grey pleated skirt, matched with a pink-bubblegum blouse.
A smile broke across Kurt's face. Everyone who knows him knows he loves nothing more than a good makeover. And just like Rachel, Emma is in very desperate need of it.
"I'm in," Kurt confirmed.
"Oh my gosh, thank you so much," she thanked.
The school bell rang, sounding the end of another eventful day of school. The hallway started flooding with students ready to leave.
"Okay, so I was thinking if you could go shopping for me, don't worry I'll give you my dress size and all that import to- be-kept a secret stuff. Cause it would look weird if someone saw a student and a teacher together outside of school," explained Emma, ending her sentence.
Kurt nodded. "Couldn't agree more, here is my number so you can send me all that TOP secret information of yours, so I can begin on whatever this is," Kurt said, scrolling Emma's outfit and turns his nose at it. "Right well got to go".
He brushed passed her and she turned round. "Oh and Kurt one thing," she paused. "Not any slutty".
Kurt took offense at her request. "Excuse, Kurt Hummel doesn't and never will been heard or seen doing slutty," he preached, and turned round departing through the main doors.
Meanwhile, B is walking home with Rachel.
"School sucks. It's like slowly being tortured but with the after-effects of learning something," complained B, fixing her sliding black beanie.
"I know right. Today in glee, Mr. Schue took my phone because he caught me texting you," said Rachel, biting her lower lip.
"So that's why you didn't text back," B joked.
They both looked at each other, and Rachel playfully pushed her.
"Hey, at least I didn't get detention for spay panting Finn Hudson has a small P in the girls changing rooms," retorted Rachel, in her defence.
"Well I least I had the lady balls to do it," B said.
They both giggled. Suddenly both of their phones vibrated in sync.
Message:
Hey, poor peasants of Lima' Ohio. It's your super hot
And I know you all want to be her, leader
Sugar
And I'm inviting you and your +1 to my super cool and expense
Party tomorrow evening, RSVP please.
B shrugged and Rachel put her phone away.
"Well, that's one party that's going to suck," said Rachel, criticizing the event.
"Nah, I think it might actually be fun," replied B.
Rachel immediately stopped and checked B's tempeture.
"Who are you and what have you done with B," she joked.
B proceeds with walking. "Oh come on, Ray. It's a party and by going on what Miss Airhead 2011 is saying, it's going to pretty expense. And that always means there will be booze," explained B, throwing her shoulder over her cousin.
Rachel shrugged it off. "Okay, so who is going to be your plus one then," asked Rachel.
B tutted. "You of course," she answered, folding her arms due to a cold wind pacing.
"I'm sorry but I'm going with my plus one," Rachel replied.
"And does this +1 have a name," asked B, raising an eyebrow.
Rachel slouched. "Well, as of now my +1 is unknown but he will be unveiled at tomorrow evening's function," Rachel said, trying to come across as all royal and well-off.
"And so will mine," said B, not releasing what she agreed to do.
Elsewhere, at the local shopping mall. Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn enter a cute clothing store.
"Don't you find it kind of creepy that you're shopping for a teacher," asked Quinn, flicking through a rail full of royal-blue dresses.
"Oh dear, formally pregnant and now lonely deserted singleton Quinn. All I see whilst I'm doing this is a challenge. And this project needs a lot more than a push-up bra and tons of make-up," answered Kurt, putting back a seductive red dress on its rack.
Slightly offended, Quinn decides to venture through the other end of the shop. Mercedes assists Kurt by holding the items of clothing he picks. Currently hanging in her arms are a pearly-purple cocktail dress, on top of silver crocodile leggings.
Quinn is trying on some bracelets when her phone rings.
"Hello," she asked.
"Quinn, I really need to chat with you," said Tina, her voice all choked up.
Quinn nodded and started taking off the bracelets and putting it back on the rack. "Okay, I'm on my way."
Quinn walked up to Kurt and Mercedes, who were know in the laundry section.
"I'm sorry guys, but Tina needs me," she explained.
Kurt and Mercedes understand and Quinn exits the boutique.
Mercedes spots an S & M whip and grabs it. She walks up slowly to Kurt and slaps him on the ass. He jumps in pain.
"Mercedes that's deadly painful. Please don't tell me you got off on that," Kurt said, rubbing his backside.
Mercedes pulled an in-disgust face. "EW no!"
Suddenly, a song came on the radio. Lady Gag's Fashion. Kurt gives Mercedes a nudge.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he cheekily asked.
"Oh, Kurt you no me so well," she said.
Kurt takes the whip off Mercedes and walks over to the till. He slaps the whip on the counter and points to the radio. The cashier instantly turns up the radio.
Kurt
I am, I'm too fabulous
I'm so, fierce that it's so nuts
I live, to be model thin
Dress me, I'm your mannequin
Mercedes puts on some Designer shades.
Mercedes
j'adore vivienne habillez-moi
Gucci, Fendi et Prada.
valentino, Armani too.
Merde I love them Jimmy Choo
Kurt copies her and puts on some golden shades. And they both start rumbling round rails for clothes.
Kurt
Fashion
Mercedes
Put it all on me
Together
Don't you want to see these clothes on me
They start dancing round and dressing up around the store. The till attendant even joins in and dresses up too.
Kurt
Fashion
Mercedes
Put it all on me
Together
I am anyone you want me to be
Kurt
Fashion
Mercedes
Put it all on me
Together
Don't you want to see these clothes on me
Kurt
Fashion put it all on me
Together
I am anyone you want me to be
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