Kurt's heart raced.
His eyes glittered.
His cheek flushed a deep shade of red.
Finn, his crush was walking towards him, high in his stride, smiling that adorable lopsided smile.
Kurt admired him. Looking at him intensely. Those deep brown eyes. Like dark toffee.
The thought of it made Kurt lick his lips unconsciously.
But Finn walked past him.
Just like that.
Kurt turned around, upset, watching Finn, the tall quarter-back walk towards a blonde girl.
Quinn.
He watched as the jock leant down and kissed her gently.
Oh, how he longed to be in the cheerleader's shoes.
Well, he partially was, he thought to himself, as he looked down at his feet, seeing the fashionable pumps.
Kurt looked at the couple longingly, distraught.
It was too much to bear, so he looked away quickly, setting eyes on his best friend, Mercedes.
While she chatted about some new clothes designs, and how her brothers were in New York, he couldn't keep the image of Finn and Quinn out of his head.
He felt tears well in his eyes.
Couldn't Karofsky just walk by, and slushie him, hiding the tears that were sprouting?
But Karofsky never showed up.
A tear ran down his cheek.
Kurt ran.
He slammed open the doors to the girls' bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, weeping.
Mercedes followed in his steps, into the bathroom, asking him what was wrong.
Kurt didn't reply.
The only noises he made were his quiet whimpers.
Mercedes dabbed his eyes softly, comforting him.
He just wanted someone to hold him.
That 'someone' being Finn Hudson.
But Mercedes was the only one around, and she was his best friend, so he hugged her tightly, his head resting on her shoulder.
She kept telling him it would be okay, that everything was fine.
But everything wasn't fine.
It wouldn't ever be fine.
Finn wasn't gay.
And he was with Quinn, the most popular girl in the school.
Who would settle for someone like him?
No one, he thought. That's who.
But that was 6 months ago.