[A/N] I'm not really sure where the idea for this fic came from, but it came from somewhere. I guess I have some time to write it because it's the summer holidays and I have time to write between seeing friends and what not. I thought about this quite a lot - the idea of Kurt being the popular football player and Dave being the scared singer. It took a bit of working out and this story is pretty much all AU I think, but here we are. If you don't like it then ah well, at least I got the idea out, right? Anyway, I'll leave you to read and I hope you like it. And I'd just like to thank everyone who's read my fics, whether Kurtofsky or Klaine (because I personally like a bit of both ... ooer) and thanks to anyone who leaves feedback, favourites etc etc. You're all amazing and the reason I enjoy writing just as much as I do. Yeah.. I'm going to let you read now...

"You're staring again."

I looked to my best friend, who was standing with a hand on her hip. A smirk crossed her face as she watched my actions.

"Oops?" I muttered and she burst into a fit of giggles.

"You're so cute, Dave," she said.

"Oh, T, stop. I'm blushing," I joked, earning a nudge from Tina's elbow.

"Seriously, Dave. When ever you see him you're like this little love struck puppy," Tina said. I thought about if for a moment. I wasn't so sure about puppy...

"Shut up!" I complained, but still chuckled at her.

"Have you ever even spoken to him?" Tina asked. "I mean how can you like someone that much when you don't know them?"

"I don't need to speak to him to know him. I know enough about him," I said.

"Like what?"

"His likes and dislikes, his favourite colour, favourite food, his family and friendship groups, his hobbies, his shoe size..."

"Dave, have you been stalking him?" Tina cut me off, but I could tell she was joking.

"Shut up," I repeated. "I haven't been stalking him, I just happen to listen to information about him. Plus he sits next to me in English."

"So that's why you're always so happy last lesson Friday. I thought you were just glad to be going home," Tina said. I groaned at her observations, but it was true. I was always happy last lesson of a Friday and it was because of him. There was nothing I looked forward to more that being mere inches from him, speaking to him when he asked me if I have a spare pen or to pass him one of our work sheets. One time – I remembered very well – I had passed him a pen and our hands had brushed slightly. I'd revelled in the memory of that touch for weeks after.

"Dave? Dave?"

"Sorry, what?"

"You've got it bad, Dave," Tina laughed and hooked her arm through mine, dragging me to my next lesson.

"Tina, are you going to tease me any further?" I asked.

"I hear no denial! In fact, I take that as confirmation that you're desperately in love with him," she joked. I didn't laugh though. It was tragically true.

I was desperately in love with Kurt Hummel. I was quite idiotic to ever fall in love with him, but it was difficult not to. Kurt Hummel was perfect. Everyone thought so. He was the football star, the most popular guy in school – not to mention the hottest.

I remembered back to a time when Kurt wasn't as popular as he used to be. In fact, he used to be just as much a loser as I was. Constantly bullied for his sexuality, singing in glee club, hanging around with losers. But then Kurt somehow found himself of the football team and was actually much better than anybody thought he'd be. People became much nicer then, once his actions were benefiting them. When Coach Tanaka made all the football teams members who were part of glee choose between the two clubs, Kurt had chosen football. Most people assumed it was for the popularity, but I could tell it wasn't that. It was to avoid the bullying he'd suffered previously. Even though he was openly gay, nobody cared about it. Purely due to his position of power. After he'd quit glee, the bullying had stopped and he'd become the most popular guy in school.

I'm sure I wasn't the only one who thought they were completely in love with Kurt. He attracted a lot of female attention, even if he was openly gay, but I was sure some of the cheerleaders who flirted with him had a better chance than I did - no matter what their gender was – due to the fact that they were at the very top of the social ladder and Kurt probably didn't even know my full name.

"Dave? Do you intend to daydream about him all day or will I have to do your science for you too?"

I looked at Tina and suddenly realised that I'd been sitting in science daydreaming whilst the teacher had been talking and I now had no idea what to do.

"Oh crap," I muttered and looked down at the worksheet expecting to make sense of it.

"It's fine," Tina said. "Just very discreetly copy mine so that Pierce doesn't chew you out."

"You're a life saver, T," I said, giving her a slight squeeze of the arm before following her instructions.

"It's fine," she replied. She leaned in a little closer so that he mouth was close to my ear. "You'll be happy to know you have English next."

I looked at the date written on the whiteboard. Was it really Friday already? How the hell did the week go so quick?

Before I knew it I was sitting at my usual desk in English and waiting for Kurt to come in. We never really spoke much, other than about the work or school, but I didn't really care. As much as I'd have loved to talk to Kurt more, find out more about him, I was perfectly content in just sitting so close to him. Sometimes he'd hum quietly whilst working. I don't think he knew that I heard him – the sound was very quiet – but I usually listened for it. Most of the songs I didn't know and I'm sure that some were made up, but I still managed to sing along inside my head with him.

Today, he walked through the door, looking as amazing as ever. Of course, he was sporting his letter man jacket – as did all the football players – but his managed to actually look good rather than hang on him limply. Who was I kidding? He looked good in anything.

Kurt strutted with an air of confidence over to the seat next to me, not making contact with me but not ignoring my existence altogether. He sat down, swinging his bag around to rest on the desk and removing pens and papers that he'd be needing for this lesson.

I watched him from the corner of my eye, not wanting to look weird by staring at him, and listened to the rustles he made as he moved the papers around and organised them neatly. I'd tried to do the same, but they'd ended up splayed across the table in a messy pile.

The teacher finally walked in. Mrs Boston was a short, stout and extremely old lady, but she was probably one of the nicest teachers I'd ever had. She did get strict if you didn't follow her instructions or you left your homework at home for the third time in a week, but other than that she was very nice. I was probably the only one who thought this because I'm the only one she didn't particularly get strict with.

"Right, class. I'm going to set you a paper and for this I'm going to need you to work in pairs," she announced.

And that was just perfect. I suddenly doubted how much I liked Mrs Boston. I had no friends in this class and no one from glee was in there either. I'd either end up doing the paper alone, or being dumped on one of the popular kids who would much rather stick their head down the toilet than work with me. Then I usually ended up doing the paper alone too.

"To make this easier and to avoid conflict, I want you to work with the person you sit next to."

I swear my heart leapt out of my chest. Did this mean...

Kurt turned to me, analysing me for a second before his lips pulled up into a slight smile. "I guess we'll be working together than," he murmured because turning back to the teacher to listen to what the paper was about. It was probably a good idea because I'd lost all concentration that I'd set on the teacher. Instead I was still revelling in the fact that I'd be working with Kurt.

However, I wasn't spaced out enough to miss the words 'Romeo and Juliet'. Holy crap. I was going to be doing a paper on Romeo and Juliet – one of the most romantic and famous love stories all time – with Kurt, who I just happened to be kind of, sort of, in love with.

I was probably totally screwed, but in the meantime all I could do was grin.