Who: Matt & Kurt
Where: respective homes
What: phone call!
When: Monday night
Rating: SFW


Kurt: ~ringring~
Matt: [Kind of sleepily, because he was napping off the fight] Hello?
Kurt: Hi, Matt. It's Kurt...
Matt: [suddenly sounding more awake] Oh hey, what's up?
Kurt: [little smile at the change in tone] I was just talking to Santana. She told me what happened after school... are you okay?
Matt: Um... yeah, I'm good. Or, well. You know. Good.
Kurt: Honestly?
Matt: Well... I mean, honestly, yeah, I guess. I mean... I don't usually get into fights... but I had good backup and it didn't end too badly. [chuckles] You should see the other guys.
Kurt: [dryly] I can imagine. [pause] I'm sorry.
Matt: [honestly surprised] Why?
Kurt: Er... just because? I mean, you wouldn't have gotten into this fight if you hadn't announced rather publicly that you were taking me to Homecoming...
Matt: Oh, that. [lying, but only partly so] Whatever, it's not like my cousins haven't given me worse. For similar reasons.
Kurt: Matt... [sighs] You do realize this is only the beginning, right? Being openly gay isn't fun and games. Not in Lima.
Matt: Um, yeah, I know. I've seen what they do to you. [horrified pause] I um. Didn't mean that like... in an dick way
Kurt: [very long pause, and then another sigh] If I hated everyone who's been a dick to me, I wouldn't have any friends.
Matt: [Another long pause] I'm sorry, man. [More brightly] Anyway, though, maybe if there's two of us, it'll take the heat off of both of us
Kurt: Or maybe it'll just make things worse. Since now it's not hypothetical anymore.
[bitterly] Or maybe it'll just make things worse. Since now it's not hypothetical anymore.
Matt: I guess we'll find out when we find out. [Shrug, barely audible from the shifting of Matt's shirt against the phone] Look, dude - I wouldn't have like, asked you if I didn't think I could handle it.
Kurt: I know. I just... it's a lot different to experience it firsthand than it is to just be a witness. [quickly] I'm not saying I don't think you can handle it...
Matt: As I said. [tone grows slightly humorous] I've experienced some from my cousins, so it's not like I'm entirely unprepared. Um… I appreciate the concern, though
Kurt: I would assume your cousins didn't hate you... but no. I'm just being pessimistic again. It might not be too bad. Maybe they just need to get it out of their system.
Matt: You're right, my cousins are just dicks. [sigh] I don't know, maybe. [Borderline facetiously] But hey, um, thanks for calling. I wouldn't have expected... [pause, then a scramble to cover what he was about to say] you to know.
Kurt: Small town, word gets around fast. Especially when Santana leaves an impassioned rant on her journal. [pause] You looked very nice today.
Matt: [Completely and obviously surprised] Oh, um, thanks? [laughs a little] You did too. Of course.
Kurt: [clearly pleased] Thank you.
Matt: Yeah, of course.
Kurt: What are you wearing tomorrow?
Matt: [Laughs] Santana gave me this great idea, I'm going as a greaser to go with um. My dashing new looks courtesy of my teammates.
Kurt: [chuckles] I almost did that.
Matt: Oh yeah? [resists urge to make corny meant-to-be comment, as there is no relationship to speak of] What are you doing instead?
Kurt: Well... with a zoot suit, I get to wear a fabulous hat. But I'm cheating. I tailored mine to fit me better. I don't like baggy pants...
Matt: Isn't that like, the whole point of zoot suits, though?
Kurt: Fabulous. Hat.
Matt: [Cracks up] Fair enough.
Kurt: It has a feather over a foot long. But, you're right. So I didn't make it quite as form-fitting as my pants usually are. Kept the spirit of the suit.
Matt: Sounds like a pretty big sacrifice.
Kurt: Mm, you'll have to tell me how successful I was tomorrow.
Matt: You betcha. [pause] Um, hey... Kurt?
Kurt: Yes?
Matt: [Chuckles, embarassedly] This is kind of an awkward question, but... you seem to be good at the whole. Outfit thing. [In a rush] Do you think you could maybe help me with my hair tomorrow morning? Santana suggested a Danny Zuko look but I can't really think of a way to get my hair to do. That.
Kurt: [surprised] Um... sure. I could do that, I suppose. At school, or before...?
Matt: At school before classes?
Kurt: Okay. Do you have any pomade, or shall I bring some?
Matt: Um... [thinks, wondering what the crap pomade is] I mean, I have some stuff that usually works for my hair? But I don't think it's like. Pomade.
Kurt: [chuckles] Well, bring it, and a comb, and I'll bring some anyway, just in case.
Matt: Yeah sure definitely!
Kurt: So... I'll see you tomorrow, then? Bathrooms by the choir room?
Matt: Yeah, sounds good. [Pause; when he speaks again, there's a little wonder in his voice] See you tomorrow.
Kurt: Good-bye, Matt. [pause] Ice your bruises, and don't take aspirin. Use ibuprofen instead.
Matt: Uh, thanks, Kurt. Bye.
Kurt: Bye... [cringes at the repetition, then hangs up]