Kurt Elizabeth Hummel

Katy watched as he did a twirl in front of the mirror, figuring out of the outfit suited him or not. “You’re not wrong– I feel silly I didn’t think of that myself!” she admitted with a smile. “Want to check out the selection of brooches and other accessories we’ve got?” Katy offered. “Do you? Well I’m glad to hear it!”

“Don’t be... I have a very specific fashion sense that isn’t to everyones tastes though it ought to be. Certainly better than most peoples.” Kurt answered with a smile. “You’re probably the best consultant I’ve come across though. Brooches would be perfect, thank you.”

Jesse looked at the other unimpressed. “What fans?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe you should work on your hips movements at home before trying to show off in public.”

“Maybe you should work on your personality before you go out in public St. James, because that stinks even more than that terrible cologne you’ve put on... or did a skunk spray you?” Kurt asked, nose wrinkling in distaste as he attempted to waft the smell away with his hand. 

“I mean it’s not particularly to my tastes but you always know how to show up in something bold,” Rachel said to Kurt as she sipped on her beverage. “Have you run into a lot of fans today?”

“It’s hardly to my taste either. A hoodie could be classed as night wear at a stretch for me.” Kurt pointed out. “But an artist needs to be able to channel even the most challenging roles.” A hum escaped Kurt. “Not that many but then not everyone has as good taste as us.”