A.N.I can't be the only one whom noticed that Kurt isn't actually seen at the end, so my take on the whole scene and ending.
Why am I here? No, seriously. I've told Blaine countless times that GAP isn't an appropriate place to shop. Ever. And now I'm singing there. I should have told him that this wasn't an appropriate place to sing either. My eyes were solely on Blaine he was so… so… indescribable. And his voice, oh my wizard god I won't even go there. I kept looking at that guy. What did Blaine see in him? And I kept bumping into the mannequin next to me, so I finally quit singing and laid my cheek on the black jacket that actually could look good on some people, not me of course but… someone (very general). Blaine totally looks like a stalker. I felt my heartbreak in two, or three, or four, or a million pieces. I doesn't even matter, the fact is, that it isn't whole. I can't believe that I totally let myself fall for him. It was another Finn/Sam incident. Even worse though, because he was so nice to me and a relationship was actually plausible for us to get together. Well, not anymore. Well this sucks royal hippogriff. A very large royal hippogriff. I groaned and walked out the store. I didn't even try to tell anyone where I was going. I stalked out, wiping the tears furiously off of my face. I walked into Claire's (where they all knew me quite well) and sunk to the floor. Sarah, Taylor and Ashlyn came up behind me and helped me up. They were actually my friends from elementary school, and they helped me into the back. I explained and they were shocked. They held me as I cried and helped clean me up. With the help of some makeup, it looked like I was never crying. The Warblers left without me and I went back in and bought those pink glasses, the curly haired guy looked surprised but who cares, they will always be a reminder that until they say "Hey Kurt! I'm in love with you!" They don't. I skipped the celebration party after Blaine got his number because of "Allergies, I'm allergic to all things GAP. Including their clothes, their employees, and people who sing songs to their employees," Before I slammed the door in Wes' face.
So much for that good thing in my life. I now see the benefits of a Dalton façade, keeping others out. I think I'll get one, I wonder if it comes in flamboyantly gay and in love with your (gay) best friend.