I just re-read this drabble and liked it more than I remembered. c: So I’m reposting it, since it never had it’s own post before.

For Anonymous c:

“Which pink do you want?” Mercedes asked Rachel, leaning over her bed to grab a box from the floor and plop it on the bed. “I brought seven.”

“Oooh! This one has sparkles!” Rachel squealed, pulling a particular nail polish out and holding it up to the light.

Dave watched the two girls, leaning back against the headboard. He glared at them and pulled out his phone. 10:47. How was it only 10:47?? The pizza was eaten two hours ago and they somehow expected him to stay awake until…were they really going to stay awake until 4? In the morning?

“Ohhh, but this is pretty, too!” Rachel cooed, pulling out a second nail polish. Somethink pink again with purple sparkles swimming in it. “I wonder how this would look.”

4 am was soooo far away. Dave wanted to die. And Rachel didn’t even have any good video games in her house besides Mario Kart. In fact, the only video games she owned were Mario-this, Mario-that, or Harvest Moon. And a LOT of singing games. He didn’t even know they made so many versions of Sing Star.

Rachel and Mercedes had cleared a spot on the bed and unscrewed the pink-with-purple specks, so Dave looked closer. It was this really hideous color and the flecks of purple were even worse. “Don’t put that on your nails, Butterface,” Dave muttered.

Rachel and Mercedes looked over at him, shocked he was actually speaking, and Mercedes had to stop the nail polish from dripping onto the comforter. “What did you say?” Rachel asked.

“That color,” Dave continued, pointing at the nail polish. “That color would look like ass on your nails. It doesn’t work with your manhands.”

Rachel crossed her arms and glared at him. “I’m not going to take advice that’s smothered in insults, Karofsky.”

“Your hands are too dark. I’m just saying.” Dave shrugged. The girls continued to stare at him, so he moved over closer to them both and made his way to the box. He pulled out a pale shade of pink and held it against Rachel’s arm (since her hands were tucked under in her defensive posture). “This one won’t look like ass. And it should make your fingers look less stubby and mannish.” He handed the polish to Rachel and finally, her glare broke and she took it.

“We can give it a try.” Rachel held the bottle over her index finger and raised her eyebrows. “Look at that, Mercy! Dave was right!” She smirked and lightly punched Dave in the arm. “Maybe you are gay after all.”

“Shut up,” Dave said, but with a laugh. “I used to do this with my mom all the time.”

“I’m just saying, Kurt would be proud,” Rachel added with a grin.

Dave swallowed, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah?”

“Oh, very.” Mercedes took the bottle and opened it, Rachel flaying out her hand to get her manicure. “He told me once that my only hope for feminine hands was a classic manicure. I may have to put in a good word for you, now.” Dave couldn’t hold back his blush, so he stared at the ceiling instead. The hell? Why did Rachel have glow in the dark stars on her ceiling?? “Did you ever help your mom with her hair?”

“No,” Dave muttered, looking back at the two girls. “But I made cakes with her. Does Fancy like cake?”

“Only if it’s nonfat,” Mercedes chuckled darkly. “Or carrot cake.”

“Oooh!” Rachel squealed, grabbing Dave’s knee with her free hand. She grinned at him, her freaky Rachel Berry eyes kind of tripping him out. “I love baking in the middle of the night! We should do that!!”

Dave let himself smile. “Yeah, okay. That sounds kind of awesome.”

Rachel turned back to Mercedes with an intesne smile. “Then it’s settled. Once all three of us have dried manicures, it’s down to the kitchen for carrot cake!”

“All three…?” Dave asked, as if she had just reccomended they chop off his balls completely.

“Of course, Dave,” Rachel replied, rolling her eyes. “They don’t have to be pink. We can paint them black, or red for the school colors, or brown to match your eyes.”

Brown? She wanted to paint his nails brown?? How the hell was this girl even a girl? And there was no way in hell Dave Karofsky would be caught with red nails, school colors or not. “Why don’t you just paint a damn rainbow, Berry? And write ‘I love buttsex’ on each nail?”

“That sounds a little obnoxious,” she replied.

“Your face is obnoxious.”

“Just choose a color, Dave,” Rachel sighed in reply.

Mercedes had nearly finished with Rachel’s left hand, and she leaned over to Dave as he hunted through her box, muttering under his breath. “Kurt thinks blue nails are sexy on a guy.”

Dave looked up at her, looking more than a little intruiged by this information.

“The darker the better.” She did a little weird dance in place, running her free hand down her body, “as it is with evvverything. Darker the chocolate, the richer the taste, eh, white boy?”

He blinked at her and Mercedes laughed. “Just find a sexy color and let yo’ mommas do the work.”

He dipped his head back into the box, muttering loud enough for them to hear, “you guys are such freaks.”

Rachel ruffled Dave’s short curls, teasing right back, “Welcome to glee club, Davey-boy!”