GLEE FIC
JUST IN TIME FOR THE PREMIER YOU GUYS.
Title: A Sensible Pair of Heels
Rating: G
Characters: baby!Kurt, the Hummels, shoes
Spoilers: slight spoiler for season one up through Preggers
Warnings: Unbetaed
Word Count: 1,091
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I just borrowed them
Summary: Kurt Hummel was three years, eleven months, and eight days old when he fell in love for the very first time.
Kurt Hummel was three years, eleven months, and eight days old when he fell in love for the very first time.
It was a Saturday afternoon and he was in the living room, laying on the floor on his stomach and idly flipping through one of his mother's magazines. He'd only just begun to learn how to read, so most of the words scattered across the pages were a complete mystery to him, but the pictures provided plenty of fodder for his imagination.
They were much more exciting than the articles they accompanied anyway. The ads and pictorials were filled with pretty ladies wearing pretty clothing (although none, of course, were as beautiful as his own mother), smiling and laughing and having fun. Kurt liked to pretend that the glamorous, nameless ladies featured in the magazine were friends of his mother's, and that they took him along on various outings, sneaking him sugary snacks he's not technically allowed to have and letting him stay up far past his seven o' clock bedtime.
That afternoon as he flipped through the pages, Kurt imagined that the redheaded woman wearing an elegant blue dress on page thirty-one was named Victoria, and that Victoria had invited Kurt and his mom to the movies. They were going to see Hercules and share a huge bag of popcorn and sit right up front, the envy of all other movie goers. It was going to be fabulous, he just knew it.
But then he turned the page and forgot all about movies and popcorn and even the magazine itself, because the advertisement gracing page thirty-two is the most beautiful thing that Kurt Hummel has ever seen. A pair of impossibly tall heels the exact shade of his mother's favorite ruby red nail polish were displayed on a circular silver platform set against a black, silk-draped background.
Kurt's youthful, high pitched voice had been singing along to the Spice Girls song playing over the radio, but at that moment he broke off. At not quite four years old, he hadn't yet learned the word 'exquisite', but years later he looked back on this moment and knew it was exactly the word that described all his feelings about those shoes. It was love at first sight, just like when Cinderella found her missing glass slipper. The red heels were clearly the shoes absolutely necessary to complete his young life.
Kurt got to his feet, magazine in tow, and made his way into the kitchen where his mother was just ending a telephone conversation. The little boy bit his lip and waited patiently for her to place the phone back on the hook - interrupting, he had recently learned, was very rude and sometimes earned you a time out - before tugging on her sleeve. "Mommy, mommy," he opened the magazine to page thirty-two and pointed, voice a breathless, solemn whisper. "Look! Aren't they... aren't they beautiful?"
Christine Hummel smiled fondly at her son and smoothed his thick brown hair out of his face, then took the magazine and surveyed the advertisement as instructed. "Oh, my - they certainly are beautiful," she agreed appreciatively. "You have a good eye."
Kurt beamed, this small token of maternal praise causing him to positively glow with pride. "I think you should have them." He offered grandly, feeling only a momentary pang at sacrificing the heels when he wanted them for himself so, so much. But his mother deserved the best of everything, and he was happy to give them to her.
She, however, laughed at this suggestion. "Oh, honey, no." Christine ruffled Kurt's hair, shaking her head. "I couldn't wear those- I'd fall flat on my behind! They're far too tall to be sensible."
"Oh." Kurt took the magazine back and looked the shoes over again, thoughtfully. He wasn't quite sure what 'sensible' meant, but Mom was always telling Dad to use his common sense so he knew it must be something good. Nose still stuck between the pages of the magazine, he made his way back to the living room and sat down on the floor again, resuming his humming and daydreaming. Victoria, he decided, could have the red heels. A lady who snuck him candy and let him stay up past his bed time didn't seem very sensible anyway.
***
Later that day when the Hummels gathered around the kitchen table for dinner, Kurt made an announcement. "I know what I want for my birthday," he chirped brightly, turning to thank his mother as she spooned a helping of mashed potatoes onto his plate.
"Oh yeah?" Burt Hummel paused, fork full of steak halfway to his mouth, and raised his eyebrows. "What's that, kiddo? That new Buzz Lightyear toy?"
Kurt shook his head. Toy Story was one of his favorite movies, but that wasn't it.
"Tickle-Me-Elmo?" His mother inquired, but again Kurt shook his head.
"Nope."
"I know!" Burt wiped his mouth on his sleeve, ignoring Christine's reproachful look at this shocking lack of table manners. "A football. My boy wants a football."
Kurt burst into a brief fit of giggles at that suggestion, wrinkling his nose. "No, Daddy, yuck!" the little boy exclaimed, giving his head a final, emphatic shake. He knew his father and uncles and several of his cousins loved the game, but he'd never understood it. Kurt didn't like to get dirty and couldn't see the fun in throwing a ball back and forth while being tackled to the ground. "That's not it either!"
"Then what is it sweetie?" Christine asked, carefully cutting Kurt's meat up into small, bite-sized pieces for him. "Tell us what you do want."
"Okay." Kurt slid off of his seat and walked around to stand at the foot of the table so both Burt and Christine could see him. The little boy leaned his elbows on the table top and grinned at his parents. "What I want for my birthday," he began, but paused and quickly corrected himself. "All I want for my birthday," Kurt paused, briefly, to lend drama and impress the importance of all this on his audience (and also so he could dance in place a little, because his excitement about his upcoming birthday and the surprise part he wasn't supposed to know they were planning and the gift he knew he could count on his parents for was just too much to contain and his butt just had to wiggle a bit), "is a sensible pair of heels!"
End.
Author's Notes:
I haven't written fanfiction in like five years, this is part of my attempt to get back into it - so here's hoping it doesn't suck!
This was inspired by that moment in season 1 when Kurt comes out to his dad and Burt says he's known since Kurt was three and all he wanted for his birthday was a sensible pair of heels.
I like to think that when his birthday rolls around, Kurt gets that Buzz Lightyear and Tickle-Me-Elmo, but he also recieves five dollars from his grandmother that he is allowed to spend on whatever he wants, so he goes out and buys one of those little kiddie dress up kits they sell in Wal-Mart or the Dollar Store, you know, like this -
- so in the end he gets his heels after all.
Also this is the soundtrack to this fic, because IT IS 1997 Y'ALL, and this is totally what he was singing along with the radio to -
Title: A Sensible Pair of Heels
Rating: G
Characters: baby!Kurt, the Hummels, shoes
Spoilers: slight spoiler for season one up through Preggers
Warnings: Unbetaed
Word Count: 1,091
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I just borrowed them
Summary: Kurt Hummel was three years, eleven months, and eight days old when he fell in love for the very first time.
Kurt Hummel was three years, eleven months, and eight days old when he fell in love for the very first time.
It was a Saturday afternoon and he was in the living room, laying on the floor on his stomach and idly flipping through one of his mother's magazines. He'd only just begun to learn how to read, so most of the words scattered across the pages were a complete mystery to him, but the pictures provided plenty of fodder for his imagination.
They were much more exciting than the articles they accompanied anyway. The ads and pictorials were filled with pretty ladies wearing pretty clothing (although none, of course, were as beautiful as his own mother), smiling and laughing and having fun. Kurt liked to pretend that the glamorous, nameless ladies featured in the magazine were friends of his mother's, and that they took him along on various outings, sneaking him sugary snacks he's not technically allowed to have and letting him stay up far past his seven o' clock bedtime.
That afternoon as he flipped through the pages, Kurt imagined that the redheaded woman wearing an elegant blue dress on page thirty-one was named Victoria, and that Victoria had invited Kurt and his mom to the movies. They were going to see Hercules and share a huge bag of popcorn and sit right up front, the envy of all other movie goers. It was going to be fabulous, he just knew it.
But then he turned the page and forgot all about movies and popcorn and even the magazine itself, because the advertisement gracing page thirty-two is the most beautiful thing that Kurt Hummel has ever seen. A pair of impossibly tall heels the exact shade of his mother's favorite ruby red nail polish were displayed on a circular silver platform set against a black, silk-draped background.
Kurt's youthful, high pitched voice had been singing along to the Spice Girls song playing over the radio, but at that moment he broke off. At not quite four years old, he hadn't yet learned the word 'exquisite', but years later he looked back on this moment and knew it was exactly the word that described all his feelings about those shoes. It was love at first sight, just like when Cinderella found her missing glass slipper. The red heels were clearly the shoes absolutely necessary to complete his young life.
Kurt got to his feet, magazine in tow, and made his way into the kitchen where his mother was just ending a telephone conversation. The little boy bit his lip and waited patiently for her to place the phone back on the hook - interrupting, he had recently learned, was very rude and sometimes earned you a time out - before tugging on her sleeve. "Mommy, mommy," he opened the magazine to page thirty-two and pointed, voice a breathless, solemn whisper. "Look! Aren't they... aren't they beautiful?"
Christine Hummel smiled fondly at her son and smoothed his thick brown hair out of his face, then took the magazine and surveyed the advertisement as instructed. "Oh, my - they certainly are beautiful," she agreed appreciatively. "You have a good eye."
Kurt beamed, this small token of maternal praise causing him to positively glow with pride. "I think you should have them." He offered grandly, feeling only a momentary pang at sacrificing the heels when he wanted them for himself so, so much. But his mother deserved the best of everything, and he was happy to give them to her.
She, however, laughed at this suggestion. "Oh, honey, no." Christine ruffled Kurt's hair, shaking her head. "I couldn't wear those- I'd fall flat on my behind! They're far too tall to be sensible."
"Oh." Kurt took the magazine back and looked the shoes over again, thoughtfully. He wasn't quite sure what 'sensible' meant, but Mom was always telling Dad to use his common sense so he knew it must be something good. Nose still stuck between the pages of the magazine, he made his way back to the living room and sat down on the floor again, resuming his humming and daydreaming. Victoria, he decided, could have the red heels. A lady who snuck him candy and let him stay up past his bed time didn't seem very sensible anyway.
***
Later that day when the Hummels gathered around the kitchen table for dinner, Kurt made an announcement. "I know what I want for my birthday," he chirped brightly, turning to thank his mother as she spooned a helping of mashed potatoes onto his plate.
"Oh yeah?" Burt Hummel paused, fork full of steak halfway to his mouth, and raised his eyebrows. "What's that, kiddo? That new Buzz Lightyear toy?"
Kurt shook his head. Toy Story was one of his favorite movies, but that wasn't it.
"Tickle-Me-Elmo?" His mother inquired, but again Kurt shook his head.
"Nope."
"I know!" Burt wiped his mouth on his sleeve, ignoring Christine's reproachful look at this shocking lack of table manners. "A football. My boy wants a football."
Kurt burst into a brief fit of giggles at that suggestion, wrinkling his nose. "No, Daddy, yuck!" the little boy exclaimed, giving his head a final, emphatic shake. He knew his father and uncles and several of his cousins loved the game, but he'd never understood it. Kurt didn't like to get dirty and couldn't see the fun in throwing a ball back and forth while being tackled to the ground. "That's not it either!"
"Then what is it sweetie?" Christine asked, carefully cutting Kurt's meat up into small, bite-sized pieces for him. "Tell us what you do want."
"Okay." Kurt slid off of his seat and walked around to stand at the foot of the table so both Burt and Christine could see him. The little boy leaned his elbows on the table top and grinned at his parents. "What I want for my birthday," he began, but paused and quickly corrected himself. "All I want for my birthday," Kurt paused, briefly, to lend drama and impress the importance of all this on his audience (and also so he could dance in place a little, because his excitement about his upcoming birthday and the surprise part he wasn't supposed to know they were planning and the gift he knew he could count on his parents for was just too much to contain and his butt just had to wiggle a bit), "is a sensible pair of heels!"
End.
Author's Notes:
I haven't written fanfiction in like five years, this is part of my attempt to get back into it - so here's hoping it doesn't suck!
This was inspired by that moment in season 1 when Kurt comes out to his dad and Burt says he's known since Kurt was three and all he wanted for his birthday was a sensible pair of heels.
I like to think that when his birthday rolls around, Kurt gets that Buzz Lightyear and Tickle-Me-Elmo, but he also recieves five dollars from his grandmother that he is allowed to spend on whatever he wants, so he goes out and buys one of those little kiddie dress up kits they sell in Wal-Mart or the Dollar Store, you know, like this -
- so in the end he gets his heels after all.
Also this is the soundtrack to this fic, because IT IS 1997 Y'ALL, and this is totally what he was singing along with the radio to -
Click to view