The Art of Getting a Girlfriend [Mizumi~]

[Kurt Hummel]

Kurt froze, nibbling on his lip, and stared at the clock once again. Grandmother was never late, and they had said they would arrive at ten o'clock sharp. And Grandmother was never late.

He rubbed sweaty palms on his perfectly fitted jeans, nervously. He had gone for as masculine as he could pull off- might as well pretend this place was working, right?- but he knew it wouldn't be enough for the tyrant that was his Grandmother. And Mizumi wasn't here yet... though he hadn't really insisted that he be. Actually, he had tried to downplay the whole 'meeting-parents-thing.' He knew that... Well, yes, Mizu had tricked him at the beginning, but would they really buy his girl act? It was ridiculous, it was risky. It could ruin everything. Though damn, if he could pull it off, it would be a story for the ages. One to tell the grandchildren, if they somehow managed to acquire any of those.

"And that's why great-Grandmother thought your Daddy was pregnant..."

Kurt scowled, crossing his arms as he stared harder at the front door. Willing it to open with his eyes. He was getting ahead of himself. Just because they were happy and with out (too many) problems at the moment, didn't mean they would continue that way. Just because he had agreed to move in with him, just because he had given him a promise ring...

His heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but grin. Okay, maybe he was allowed to get ahead of himself. At least safely in his own head.

It was with this dazed, dreamy expression on his face that his Grandmother first saw him. There was a harsh knock on the door, and then she entered, no hesitation, just a small, upper-class frown and her ever-present aura of deserving more than she was getting. Kurt's back immediately straightened, ram-rod, standing at attention as this general of a woman strode through the door.

"...of course I don't have to wait for a knock! I am paying for him to go here, must I remind you?"

Burt Hummel readjusted his signature 'trucker hat' (so out of style) and Kurt was glad to see that even Grandmother hadn't been able to force him out of his simple work clothing. He looked just the same as ever, and it was so strange- like a bad dream, almost- seeing Grandmother and Father standing there, in the doorway of his sanctuary. These two worlds of his were never supposed to combine. It made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

"Kurt!" Immediately she spotted him, and strode towards him in such a forceful manner he almost caught himself flinching. Please, he prayed mentally. Please, don't let Adrian walk by right now... that would be bad. Or Nis. Though surely Nis would realize it would be a bad time for his... habits. Yes. Wouldn't he? "You should have been waiting outside for us. We are your guests."

"Sorry." It was an automatic reaction, and obviously not sincere. It earned him a nasty glare from Grandmother, and a sympathetic grunt from his dad. Gee, thanks, Dad.

His grandmother looked around their surroundings with a sniff. "It's a nice campus. Though for it's good reputation, it's nothing less than I expected."

Kurt kept his eyes on the ceiling as he replied. "Yes. It's a nice school. I like it."

His grandmother was not one for beating around the bush. "And your disgusting attraction towards men? Have they helped with that?"

Kurt almost winced at her harsh words, but managed to keep his face in the tight, disinterested scowl that had been his default expression before he had come here. "Actually..." A glance at the stairs again, before he turned to glare at the intimidating woman. "I have a... girlfriend." Had there been a catch in his breath at the word girlfriend? Oh, god, he hoped not. He was a better actor than that, right? His dad was giving him an astonished look, too. Oh shit.

There was a noise behind them, and he turned, fingers crossed as subtly as he could manage.

[Mizumi Halna]

This was crazy, but it was for Kurt. God, he’d do anything for him it seemed. The boy had left his dorm early, so not to alert anyone in the hallway and dipped into the bathroom. For some reason he didn’t want to get caught dressed like this. Mizumi didn’t mind dressing like this, he loved it. For some reason though, today it felt was awkward. It no doubt had to do with the fact that he was going to be meeting Kurt’s family. Kurt’s family. The mere thought made the half dressed boy shiver, though half from the cold of the room. It didn’t take the boy long to dress, not put on the correct make up. Yes, make up, he was even going that far. Not a lot though, Kurt’s grandmother seemed the simple type. Instead he was wearing a light layer of blush, some mascara and lip gloss. Mizumi already had dark lashes, but the mascara gave them a more feminine curve. As for the blush and lip gloss, it was just to add to the girl favors. He doubted any girls these days went without such things.

It didn’t take the boy long before he reached Kurt’s room, he knew the hallway by now. How many nights had he snuck down this hall, dipping into that room? How many times he had kissed Kurt against this wall…
The boy shook his head from those thoughts and stopped when he heard voices. One was Kurt’s. For a moment Mizu’s heart skipped a beat. Kurt, he hadn’t seen the boy for a day or two. It was strange, but even the few days apart was enough to make him want to run and tackle the boy; perhaps Mizu just loved Kurt’s flustered look when he got tackled. His thoughts of Kurt fogged his head, not realizing he was already in the doorway. The word ‘girfriend’ brought him back down and looked at the three in the room. Kurt, looking beautiful as ever. The man (his father?) looked rather…well it made Mizumi smile. As for the woman, she made Mizumi want to scold her, for talking to his baby that way. Of course he couldn’t. Instead he took a breath and stepped into the room, gently knocked. “Talking about me Cookie?” A small smile grew on the boy’s face as he spoke his loves nickname. Mizumi spoke carefully, watching his tone. Years for acting in plays taught him tones, and how to make him raise a bit to a more feminine kind. Mizumi was determined to not blow this plan. Even his attire was a full 360.

What stood in the doorway was not the usual Mizumi, oh no. Instead there was what looked to be a girl. Mizumi’s short light red-hair, almost a shade of orange, was in it’s usual style; messy and hanging in his eyes a bit and down his neck. His hands were gently gripping the strap of his small black bag that hung down by his hip. There was no black tank, no jeans. A simple yellow sun-dress, loose but showing his rather feminine shape, falling down to his upper thigh. His thin legs showed clearly, wearing simple sandals, the heel rather small. The bottom and top of the sun-dress had a white fringe, with thin yellow straps hugging his shoulders. They were covered by a small blue hoodie that covered his shoulders, laying open; the top of the dress swelled out a bit in what would look like the girl’s ‘small chest’.

Mizumi stepped into the room and smiles at the pair was adults before reaching out and grabbing Kurt’s hand, waving softly. His hair had grown a bit, enough to cover his ear decorated with earrings. The only jewelry that showed was the chain that hung around his neck, the promise ring glistening in the sunlight that poured into the room. “Hello” The word was almost shy, before Mizumi playfully nuzzles Kurt’s cheek, kissing it. “So, this is the family you tell me about hmm?” God, he hoped this plan worked.

Notes :: ;;w;; forgive my EPICFAIL
Words :: around 730
Outfit :: pffft LICKC EEEET

[Kurt Hummel]

For a moment, Kurt failed to recognize the boy behind him. He was staring at the girl standing in his doorway, wondering if this was a new girl, who had wandered into his room by mistake, or even a new roommate of his. What horrible timing for this girl, then-

Then he caught the familiar mischevious glint in the 'girl''s eyes, and literally felt all the blood in his face drain away, as his eyes stretched as wide as saucers. He had to focus all his efforts on the moment to avoid the blood pooling somewhere else. Because that would just be embarrassing. Though pretty damn convincing for Grandmother, to prove he was slowly 'improving.' He didn't even know why he found this so attractive. Sure, he liked dresses, and he would admit that dresses could enhance a girl's figure so nicely, but it had never affected him. But seeing Mizu like this, terribly bad gaze staring at him under his bright hair, and his lips turned up in an innocent smile, as if the boy didn't know how kissable he looked (Kurt very much doubted this). The dress hugged his hips, and and Kurt's hands itched to grab those hips. He had left his legs bare- cheeky bastard- and was even wearing heels. Kurt took in a shaky breath, and realized this was not a problem he had ever considered, but maybe the most dangerous one. How to avoid ravishing Mizu while his family looked on.

"M-mizu!" He extended a hand to him, a nervous smile on his lips, his other hand slipped deep into his pocket so that he couldn't push the boy up against the wall like he wanted to. Even his voice was higher, and the ring around his neck shone in the light, making his head spin, and the matching chain around his own neck burn hotly. "I was just telling my father and Grandmother about you." He nodded his head towards the two adults. "Grandmother, Dad, this is Mizumi." Kurt took in the shocked gaze of his father and his grandmother's pursed lips, but neither were shouting foul yet, so maybe they were doing okay. Mizumi was feminine enough of a name to leave as-is, and avoid unpleasant slip ups. Anyways, neither of them would be familiar enough with Japanese names to even realize it could be a male name. He wrapped an arm around his waist, as casually as he could, and pulled him closer. "Mizumi? This is my father, Burt, and my grandmother-"

"You may call me Mrs. Hummel." Kurt winced at her frigid tone, and the fact that she didn't extend a hand to shake. That couldn't be a very good sign. "Kurt, it is bad manners to let guests surprise us like that. You should have informed us that she would be coming earlier."

His dad just rolled his eyes at his mother's words, and nodded at them both, still looking thrown off at this newest development. Kurt made a mental note to explain the situation to his father at a later date, once the harpy had switched her sights to another victim. Her words made his jaw clench in anger.

"Well, Grandmother, to be truthful, I was concerned that you would be rude to her. So Mizu and I will keep this short. It's only fair, as we didn't warn you." He made sure that Mizu was flush up against him, as he glared back at the intimidating woman. Who cares if he got scolded for that? He was playing by her rules, and still couldn't do anything right. Bitch.

Notes: Short. >< Sorry.
Words: ~650
Music: Prussia-themed... and awesome?

[Mizumi Halna]

Mizumi's hand groped at Kurt's wrist a moment before lacing their fingers together, giving a reassuring squeeze. A shy smile rested on his face, staying close to Kurt. He felt safer next to the boy like this. Caramel hued eyes drifted over the father a moment before giving a weak wave to him, though the smile almost fell at the aged woman. She was harsh, to Kurt, his Kurt. The boy merely gripped Kurt's hand and nodded to her. "Yes Ma'am" The boy fell back against the good'ol plan of being polite. Mizumi had to be a girl, a sweet girl. With a amused glance at Kurt, he bowed a bit to the older residents in the room. "As said, I am Mizumi Halna, please take care of me" He lifted his head to give a childish smile, greeting them in a traditonal japanese form. Standing straight again, he scooting as close as he could to Kurt. He even dared to kiss the boy's cheek.

"Be nice Cookie....I am sorry, I arrived a bit sooner then I should have...I was nervios. I heard so much about you two..heh, I was hoping I would make it here soon so not to intrude..." He pauses and looks away. "I messed that up" His smile this time when to Kurt, as if to say sorry, but instead it was to give a weak smirk taht the elder's couldn't see.

The boy gripped the small hand-bag, leaning in to whisper to the other 'Did you tell your father we wish to move?" THe boy's voice was soft, though in his normal tone; teasing Kurt by saying it hotly on his ear. It was too tempting not to mess with him right now. He quickly pulled away and smiles at Burt. "You look how Kurt said you would! I was scared you would be ..all scary-like..." The boy couldn't help teh small laugh that escaped, clearly in a calm mood. Well, playing one. He was really quite nervious, but it was easy for him to hid it. That, or perhaps his fun in teasing kurt was making him feel better. He hadn't stopped either. While talking to Kurt's father, he gripping Kurt's hand and made it brush his exposed thigh; he gave his lover a innocent smile, his eyes sparkling in his mischeif pleasure.

"Have you been shown around the school yet? It's really lovely!"

[Kurt Hummel]

With Mizu's hand in his, he was able to take a deep breath, and felt his tense expression loosen slightly. With Mizu's hand in his, no matter how much they fucked this up, everything would be okay, somehow. He squeezed the boy's hand back, and tried at a smile. The heat of the boy next to me is what kept him there, instead off running away inside of himself under his grandmother's disapproving glare. He speared a glance for his father, but it wasn't his father they needed to fool. They could deal with him later. Kurt wasn't worried at all about him.

Mizu's greeting made him feel all fuzzy inside, and he had to fight back a goofy smile again. 'Please take care of me', indeed. Damn, was there anything cuter than the boy beside him? He very much doubted it.

Grandmother, on the other hand, just sniffed at Mizu's words, and takes a step closer to the pair. Kurt tightened his grip on Mizu's hand again. Too close. "You are rather masculine looking, in a disturbingly little boy fashion. It does make sense that Kurt would be attracted to girls like you. I can hardly say I approve, but it is a step in the right direction, boy." She stopped a few feet away from them, and gave Mizu a long once over. "Japanese? Next time, try to find one that will take you with a proper chest. It shouldn't be terribly difficult. Even for you."

Kurt gaped at the woman, and took a subtle step in front of Mizumi. Grandmother was in rare form today, that was for certain. A thousand nasty comments came to his mind, buzzing to be let out, obnoxious flies of petty defense. But what slipped out of his mouth was much heavier.

"At this point, there doesn't look to be much chance of a next time." His chin comes up. "But I'll take that into account."

She took a step back, momentarily speechless.

He closed his eyes at the kiss, letting that calm him down. He shook his head at Mizu's apology, and kissed his forehead. "Your timing was right on cue. It's fine. We weren't discussing anything important but you, anyways." The whispered question had him wincing, as he looked away from the grandmother's terrifying scowl. He shivered in some kind of excitement as Mizu's breath tickles his ear. "N-not yet..." Dammit, he was so cheeky. Did his lover really want to see just how attracted he was to him? "Not while she's here."

Burt looked up, seeming to be very surprised at being addressed, and not knowing what to say at all. "Er... You told her what I would look like, Kurt? That's kinda off..." His eye twitched. "Scary-like? Well, I'm glad you don't find me scary-like, then...?" There were a lot of questions in his gaze, but that was precisely the reason why Kurt was avoiding looking at his father. Instead he- fuuuck. His fingers tingled with that one soft touch of the boy's thigh, and he actually had to close his eyes and take a deep breath, concentrating on car crashes. Hey, Finn always said it worked.

"Y-yes! The school is great! We could go on a walk!" He was sure there was even a bit of pleading in his tone, as he looked at his grandmother to agree.

Notes: Hee hee hee snark.
Words: 590~
Music: I Kissed a Boy, Toxic (punk cover)

[Mizumi Halna]

Hazel eyes watched the aged woman silently, the smile never fading. Instead of speaking though he openly chuckled, stepping back so his back was almost pressed the the boy's back. Mizu liked being this close to Kurt, it made him feel safe. That, and it was easier to mess with the boy. He knew it was wrong to be doing this to poor Kurt, but no one ever said Mizumi was nice at all. Instead he gave his full attention to Kurt, listening to him speak, his eyes staying on the old woman though. He felt now was the best tme to pick on the boy. While he was working so hard to behave. With his hand gripping the others, he brought Kurt's hand away from his thigh and more behind him. He didn't want the parentals to see, only Kurt. The smile grew a fraction when he tugged Kurts hand to brush under his small dress. The small movement made it raise a bit, not enough to show something to teh adults, but enough for Kurt to see the pale blue panties under. Yes, he went that far. Still holding the males hand, he made the child almost grope him before fully letting go of Kurt's hand. He took a quick step forward towards Burt instead.

"Kinda off??" The boy laughed and pratically threw his arms around the man's waist as he hugged him, grinning widely, winking at Kurt silently. "You're really strong mister!" The boy gently touched the man's arms and hums, whispering gently. "Kurt is alot like you...I wonder..how much..." The boy smirks and glanced down before quickly looked up agai, smiling 'innocently' before pulling away. This time, he turned to aged woman.

"By the way dear od 'granny' I wished to mention..." He paused then glanced at Kurt before looking back to the woman. "I doubt you should be anyone to comment on chests ma'am. Sure mine are small..." The boy lifted his hand, playing a hand on his 'bosom', before laughing. "At least mine don't touch my knees!!" The words were meant to be harsh, but spoke with the hint of a giggle almost. "Beside..you are wrong to think Kurt can't be with a woman..trust me..your baby is a beast in bed" At that he turned to once more take Kurt's hand, grinning still, eyes never leaving the woman's. "Don't you even dare start o speak abount that lame 'disrespect talk'. You're gonna hate me, no matter if I'm kind or not...so I don't really give a damn~" The boy paused and looked between the pair before shrugging and gently pulling Kurt towards the door.

"So! How about that tour~"

[Kurt Hummel]

The chuckle threw Kurt off, but caused him to let out a sigh of relief. Losing his cool would be really bad right now, and how could he be mad when Mizumi was laughing? And with Mizu… moving… closer… What was he doing? All of his senses felt hyped, and his skin was burning to be touched by Mizu’s familiar, soft hands. But not here. Here was a very bad place to want to be touched intimately by your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, who was pretending to be your girlfriend, and kept giving him looks that were making his simple outfit feel hot and much too tight. When Mizu pulled their joined hands away from his thigh, he let his shoulders relax. Better. Thank you, Mizumi. Because having to ‘go to the washroom’ for a few minutes would be unacceptable in this situation.

W-wait. Where was Mizu putting his hand? He could feel his breathing shorten. Oh, no… Bad Mizu! Bad! He snuck a glance at their hands, and saw the girl underwear. The pale blue girl’s underwear. He started to believe that those Japanese television shows with the boys nosebleeding at every hot girl was… understandable. And maybe even scientifically possible. His head felt like it was going to explode. Pants weren’t supposed to be this tight. Think dead kittens and… and boobs. Ew, gross, boobs. Disaster was averted. For now. Though... He felt soft flesh under smooth fabric, and had to bite his lip hard enough to make him wince to keep himself concentration on the reasons why he couldn't just rip the boy's drag off and fuck him silly. He bet at this point he could even top.

Mizu owes me as much, after this.

Burt flinched away at the 'girl''s hug, his face getting rather red as he tried to politely pry her off. For a girl of her size, she was surprisingly strong... Now father's face matched son's, as his face turned bright red. "Thanks...?" He could feel her gaze scope him out, and this was just awkward. He had expected a rather masculine man, but this girl was anything but. Burt would have bet any money that it was her who had got the nerves up to ask Kurt out, not the other way around. Hell, he bet she was the man in the relationship, even.

Kurt's eyes went wide as he turned to address Grandmother, and his hand clenched into a fist in anxiety. Bad idea. Very bad. The grandmother, knowing a fight was brewing, just stared down her nose at the girl. Her eyebrows rose at the insult to her figure, and she looked about to snap. But at the 'beast' comment, while Burt spluttered, she let out a loud, almost undignified cackle, and reached for her purse, pulling out a wallet and beginning to pull bills out of it. "Do you think you would get a bonus for that, you whore? Kurt, I understand that you wish to show you've made progress, but hiring a prostitute to prove it was hardly necessary." She held up a hundred dollar bill. "We no longer need your... services. I'm sure this is enough to forget this incident, right?" A knife's edge of a smile. Cold and sharp.

Kurt's head spun with anger, as he pulled Mizu close to him, spinning towards the door. "We're taking a tour now." His voice is shaky, anger hardly restrained. They weren't running away. Nope. Not at all.

[Mizumi Halna]

Mizu's grin only grew wider at the money. He snatched it out of the old woman's hands and slipped it into Kurt's pocket, nuzzling his cheek. "Thanks for the allowence" He gave a roll of his eyes, hazel watching her carefully. "I'm no whore...whore don't love, and I love Kurt." As the boy spoke these words he kept his eyes on Kurt, laughing suddenly. The scene grew very amusing. With a hum he tugged Kurt's hand towards the door, winking at him, whsierping "sorry if it was too much..."

HIs words died when he stepped into the hallway, eyes going wide. There was a couple in the hallway, sating at Mizu a moment. "Mizumi" The voice was of a man's, taller then Mizumi with deep brown hair. He had a young face, though a cold look to his eyes. His arm arm was around a slightly younger woman, her straw-berry blonde hair pulled back by a silver clip. There was a small smile on her pale lips, giggling a bit. "Hello there dear" Mizumi stared at the pair, eyes going wide. "...hi..okasan" The boy forced a smile at his mother who bowed her head towards him. "Behaving?" The boy looked away at her words and gripped Kurt's hand. "Kurt..these..are my parents" He pauses and glances at the aged woman in the room, sticking his tounge out before turning to his Father. "Otosan.." "Hn." Mizumi regreted speaking.
From behind the couple was a young girl, orange shaded hair rippling past her shoulders. She had wide hazel eyes like Mizumi, a similar wicked grin. "MIZUMI!!!" The boy gasped and grins. "onee-chan!~" The girl gave a light cheer and threw her arms around Mizumi in a cheerful hug, kissing his cheek before turning to Kurt. "So THIS is the famous cookie? You're so cute!!!" The girl embraced Kurt as well, placing a soft kiss on his lips with a giggle. "As adorable as he said!!"

[Kurt Hummel]

Kurt stared in horror at his grandmother, shaking in anger. He knew this wouldn't go well, but he never thought it would be this bad. The sight of his grandmother, holding that money out to Mizu made him sick. Mizu had tried so hard. He'd done something potentially mortifying, if anyone were to find out. Dressed as a girl, acted as a girl. And still his grandmother decides that this just wasn't good enough. It made him want to... run away. Or punch her in the face, like some kind of football barbarian. Instead, he opened his mouth, willing his usually sharp wit to come up with something. But Mizumi had beaten him to it. His face lit up again as Mizu's hand slipped into his pocket, even though this time, he knew there was a reason behind his inappropriate, ill-timed touching. "Mizu..." That line made him freeze. Mostly because he could tell it was no line. The boy meant it. He ducked his head to hide the fact that his eyes might be a little watery right now. "I love you too, Mizumi.

Grandmother, on the other hand, hissed as he took the money from her, pulling her hand away as if the crossdressing boy had bit her. "Kurt? If this is the company you keep around here, I will have to talk to the principal about restricting those who can talk to you." She stared to follow them out the door. "Do not run away from me, Kurt!

Burt wondered if Spanish beer was good enough to forget this disaster altogether.

Kurt, of course, didn't get much running away in before Mizu froze, staring at the unfamiliar couple in front of them. Kurt's insides clenched even tighter, as they addressed his boyfriend by name. His parents... and there went the disguise. There went everything, and Kurt was not ready to meet his parents, he couldn't even remember their names at this point... "Nice... nice to meet you." His voice was strained.

Then a little ball of orange was suddenly in Mizumi's arms. The siblings reactions were enough for Kurt to take a deep breath, a real smile on his lips as he watched their reunion. He started, though, as attention was directed at him. "Famous... Cookie? He raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend, cheeks red. He gasped, flailing when the girl kissed him, and it took all of his self control not to push her off and lecture her about cooties. "Ah... Hello?

[Mizumi Halna]

The woman's eyes looked to Kurt and gave the boy a soft smile. "Hello" A faint giggle escaped as he gently grabbed her husbands hand. The man gave a faint frown and rolled his eyes at his wife's actions, eyeing Kurt. "Hn" It wasn't much of a response, but from a man like him it was the best they were going to get. Mizumi simply smiled, watching as his sister more or less damn molested his boyfriend. "CUTE!!!" The girl's smile was large, nuzzling Kurt's shoulder. "and yeah, of course famous! Kurt tells me...everything about you" He gave a small wink with a giggle, moving to pat her younger brothers head. "And how are you my cute little siblings? oooh, cute dress <3"

Mizumi's father looked into the room, looking from teh aged woman to the other man. He gave Burt a faint nod and let his attention get taken by his wife again who kissed his cheek. "Oh, this must be her little friends family!~" THe woman gave a faint bow to the old woman and father. "Greetings~ My name is Nea, I am Mizumi's mother." She gave a soft nod and looks towards er husband. "This is my husband Yukie...and my daughter Azura" The young orange-hued locked girl merely rolled her eyes, arms still wrapping around Kurt, though she moves to cling to Mizumi with a laugh. "Sup?"

Yukie sighed softly and nodded towars the elders in the room. "Hello...I hope my child wasn't too much of a bother" His eyes shot towards Mizumi with a almost faint scrowl then looked back at the pair. "She can be quit the handful at times" Mizumi's Mother gave a soft nod. "Yes, she's always such a bother!!" Azura frowned softly, holding Mizumi close. ":...shut up geeze" He stuck her tongue out at them, then grinned to Kurt. "Don't bother with those old bags of wind...we both know Mizu is sexy <3" She gave a wink and moved to lean in the doorway, eyeing the aged pair. "Grams and a pops? Cool~"

The whole time Mizumi didn't say much, tightly gripping Kurt's hand to ease his nerviousness. He didn't react to his father adressing him as a girl. He would have to talk with Kurt later