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Glee! I got a call today telling me that my ID case is waiting for me at the Metro bus office! While I've already replaced my photo ID and ordered a new debit card, this will at least save me A) getting a new library card, which totally keeps my streak of not losing them intact, and B) wondering in the back of my head if my Social Security card fell into the wrong hands and one day I will get a phone call demanding a payment on "my" gazillion dollar credit debt. Yay! I think this may be even better than the Sox winning 8-1 last night, which I totally forgot to post about, whoops.

I should be out getting my paycheck cashed so I can buy some pants when I go to the mall with my mom and sister tonight. So of course I had to take a shot at the latest

contrelamontre challenge before it expires.

TITLE: "Queer Eyed"
AUTHOR: Cathryn (catslash33@yahoo.com)
RATING: PG, because the young and tender could be traumatized by Carson's pink shirt.
SUMMARY: Kevin Millar is used to hiding. Takes place during the Queer Eye shoot.
PAIRING: Implied Kevin Millar/Manny Ramirez
NOTE: Written in twenty-five minutes for the

contrelamontre "toes" challenge.
DISCLAIMER: Everybody belongs to themselves here. I am absolutely not implying anything about anyone mentioned. This is just idle nonsense from my overcooked brain during a stretch of nice muggy weather.

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The cameras are on the others for the moment, so Kevin just closes his eyes and relaxes, taking a second to enjoy the fluffy robe and pumpkin face. He's wiggling his feet happily in the rose petal water when he feels someone next to him. He opens his eyes, ready to turn it back on for the camera, but they're all still on the other side of the room. Carson Kressley has somehow slipped away from them and is also stealing a chance to relax, looking at Kevin speculatively.

"Hi," Kevin says. Carson puts a hand over the little microphone clipped to his pink shirt, and reaches over to cover Kevin's too.

"You do know this is Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, right?"

Kevin blinks.

"Gaydar," Carson tells him. "Pretending the flamboyancy is all part of your very goofy self isn't gonna fly around the Fab Five."

Kevin supposes he should have seen that one coming. He looks down uneasily, watching his feet as he lifts them out of the water and pats the surface with his toes.

"Oh, chill," Carson says lightly. "We do understand what discretion means around here, you know." Kevin notices that Carson sounds different in real conversation - less hyper and queeny, a little lower-pitched. He can understand that. Faking up a persona for the camera. He looks back up at Carson.

"So why say anything?"

Carson shrugs a bit. "It just seems fair for you to know that we know." He tries to pat Kevin's chest but, since his hand is still wrapped around the microphone, it's more like knocking on his breastbone. He chuckles. "Oops, anyone home?"

"Nope." Kevin's frowning a bit, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. He can't remember the last time anyone spoke to him about this so directly. Even Manny didn't ask him about it so much as stick his tongue in Kevin's mouth and then wait to see if he was going to get punched out or not. He doesn't like this one damn bit.

"Okay," Carson says a bit stiffly. "Sorry."

Kevin starts to throw an automatic apology back at him, for the sake of keeping harmony for the rest of this thing, but then Carson lets go of the microphones and the cameras have found them and it's time to put their game faces back in place.