Kurt and Mercedes, Up to No Good. Belated birthday present for the lovely Airgeer, who gets all this because I promised her art before and because she’s an adorable weirdo who asks for Kurtcedes friendship and serial killers. I think I should be worried. But this was ridiculously fun to do, so…
And now complete with drabble, because the picture was ~inspirational:
Kurt will insist that the first time was accidental. Backing up the Navigator, he didn’t see Finn inspecting some gum on the street until it was too late.
That might’ve been true, but truer was the fact that, once Rachel finished singing dirges, Mr Schue started handing out solos more equitably. Kurt, emotionally distraught, got his choice of classic ballad as centerpiece of an in memoriam performance at regionals. And Mercedes wasn’t dumb.
“I’m onto you,” she said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied, airily.
“Please. We’ve been BFFs for a year, Kurt. I want solos too.”
I am the happiest person in the entire world.