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Я тут делаю это-самое видео, пока ещё не дошла до этой-самой-темы, но уже задолбалась как не знаю кто

В качестве моральной поддержки приведу отрывочек из фика, который я сейчас мучаю. Такой ыыыы какай, нимагу

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Курт видит Дэйва в красной спортивной куртке после того, как тот долгое время её не носил. Пугается, потому что эта куртка вызывает не самые приятные мысли, Дэйв спрашивает, в чём дело, и когда узнаёт, говорит: "Хочешь, я не буду больше её носить?" Аыыыыы, а ведь это ещё самое аняня там не началось Курт в этом эпизоде, конечно, та ещё кисейная барышня, но всё равно

The next morning, Kurt was reasonably satisfied with his choice, although he still thought the assignment fell into the ‘lame’ category. He put on his pink quilted leather blazer to celebrate, and was humming his song choice as he walked into school that morning. He saw Dave walking toward him and realized with a shock of fear that Dave had the letterman jacket on again. The sight of the red wool body with the off-white sleeves caused an instinctive response as Kurt’s brain insisted that he was in danger and needed to flee immediately.

Kurt couldn’t help his reaction, backing up against the lockers and hoping that the slushy wouldn’t react too badly with the pink leather.

“Morning,” Dave said as he passed.

Trying to convince himself that he wasn’t in any danger, Kurt straightened up slowly. He hoped his expression hadn’t given him away, but Dave had already turned around, walking back to him.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. It’s . . . it’s just stupid.”

“Kurt . . .” Karofsky pressed.

Astounded that Dave had actually used his given name, Kurt blurted out, “The jacket.”

“What?”

“I know it’s foolish, but for years I associated people wearing that jacket with slushies, and dumpster tosses, and body slams, and any other sort of brutality. I know you aren’t like that anymore, but part of me still reacts.”

“Do you want me to stop wearing it?”

Kurt seriously considered saying yes to that for a moment. But he knew how much being on the team meant to the hockey player, and he got the whole ‘unity’ thing especially after his time at Dalton. He knew that part of Karofsky’s issue with his sexuality was that it made him not belong to his chosen group. Kurt didn’t feel particularly like being gracious at the moment, though, not with his heart still pounding.

His pride asserted itself in the end. “No, that’s okay. I need to deal with my fears, and it’s just a piece of clothing. Jackets don’t bully people . . .”

“People bully people,” Dave finished for him, a half smile curving his lips. “You sure?”

“Demons. We all have them. In my experience, it’s best to face them.”

He turned to his locker and Dave moved off down the hallway. The steel door swung open and Kurt stared at his reflection in the mirror there. His eyes were huge still and his face unattractively pale. He pinched his cheeks to get the color back. He could put on some blush, but with his complexion, it was usually overkill and would look tacky when his body settled back into equilibrium. His fingers trembled slightly as he pulled out his books for first period.