Prompt: Provenza - "Is there any other blindingly obvious thing you'd like to point out to us?" 'The Closer'
Walking past Finn's room, I glanced in the open door but kept walking - at least for a few more steps. The glimpse I had caught within the room had me wanting a second look just to be sure I had seen what I thought I had seen.
Taking a couple of steps backwards, I was soon standing in front of my stepbrother's bedroom. It was soon clear that I hadn't been imagining things. What I was seeing was definitely a fashion crime. The black sweater with little elves all over it wasn't only not Finn's style but also the ugliest thing I had ever seen.
"Please tell me you're not going out in public in that thing?"
Finn turned at my question. "Rachel bought it for me and expects me to wear it tonight on our dinner date."
"It's hideous," I countered, stepping into the room.
"That's obvious even to me," Finn replied, following it up with a resigned sigh. "But I guess I'm just going to have to suck it up and deal with it, so Rachel will be happy."
"If I was your date, I'd be happier if you didn't wear that thing," I commented.
Finn shook his head. "I'm not even sure I want to go there," he said holding up a hand.
"Sorry," I told him realizing I had probably pushed the comfort boundary on our relationship. "Seriously though, tell her the sweater didn't fit and wear something else. You'll be doing both of you a favor."
"That excuse might work for tonight but what do I do if she just exchanges it for a different size."
"I'll take care of that," I assured him, already plotting on how I could subtly direct Rachel into buying Finn something that was more his style and that he wouldn't embarrass the entire family by wearing. "Trust me. Rachel and fashion are two things that I know how to handle," I continued already walking toward his closet.
It didn't take me long to find something else for him to wear, something that Rachel had commented around me that she liked the way he looked in it. It would help smooth over the fact that Finn wasn't wearing the sweater that she had bought him.
Turning from the closet I handed him the shirt I had picked out. "For tonight, wear that. She'll like it, trust me," I told him, as I headed for the door.
"Thanks, Kurt," Finn called after me.
"You're welcome," I replied, happy that I had once again prevented a fashion crime.