Author's Note: Once again I get distracted and this just popped into my mind when I was listening to ITunes and Kurt's version of Defying Gravity came on. I don't own Glee.
I can't help but sit there and watch how excited you get when you read over the name of the song. I glance down at my own sheet music. What the fuck is Defying Gravity?
But you're so excited about it. No one else would be able to tell, but I know you.
You turn to me and mouth 'Wicked' before turning back.
I think for a moment, and then remember watching that stupid recorded version of some movie that had to do with some sparkly bitch.
I can't help but sit there and watch the disappointment on your face when Mr. Schuester offers the song to Rachel.
But no one else can see how disappointed you are. They weren't there watching you as you flounced around the basement singing "I'm Not That Girl" while I tried to play some sort of tune on my guitar for you.
You didn't care that I'd never seen the musical before. Because I nodded and listened and promised to see it with you in New York the following year.
I can't help but watch as Glee rehearsal ends and you barge on out of there. And you don't look like you just stepped off of a runway. But like someone kicked your puppy.
I follow soon after and get into the passenger seat of your navigator without a word and you begin to drive silently.
"Why not me, Noah? Am I not good enough?" you whisper softly.
"You are good enough, Kurt." I whisper back, watching tears fill your eyes as you pull into the empty driveway of your house and follow you in.
The rest of the night is silent, and I let you cry in my arms.
And it kills me that I can't help you.