Kurt smoothed his hair down in the mirror inside of his locker. He listened politely as Mercedes prattled on about something. He thinks it was about a date with Matt that went absolutely perfect, but he could have been wrong. He was nervous as hell for Glee Club today. The assignment Shuester had given them had been a particularity tough one. It was supposed to focus on the feeling of being alone. Rachel had gone yesterday and (unsurprisingly) had been told that it would be used for a piece for Sectionals the following year. Great, the new glee club year hadn't even started at Rachel was already stealing all the solos.

It wasn't that Kurt hated Rachel's voice... Okay, so it was that he hated her voice, but could you really blame him? The girl sounded like she was grating cheese and was constantly cutting her fingers on the kitchen appliance she was using. Plus, whenever she sang, she would always close her eyes and reach out nothing and just seem like an all around wacko. It wasn't his fault that she just radiated crazy and unlikeable. Between her voice and clothing taste, he was kind of puzzled that anyone (including two of the glee boys and Jesse) would even like her.

When Mercedes asked him about his opinion on something though and he didn't answer right away, he realized that maybe he should have been paying attention. "Hmm? I'm sorry, 'Cedes.I zoned out. What did you ask again?"

She gave him a strange look. It wasn't often when Kurt went off into dreamland, but when he did it was usually because something was up. "I asked you if you thought these pants went with my jacket. I wasn't really sure, so I thought you would be the best person to ask."

He smiled sweetly over at his patterned challenged friend. "Why thank you, hon. And... They don't really go together. It's okay though. I have just the thing to make them seem like they match." He dug deep into his locker and found the bag he had been saving over about a month now. It was supposed to be her birthday present, but this fashion emergency needed solving and now. "Here you go. Take that horribly tacky green plaid off and put on this amazingly adorable sparkle top."

She took the top and headed for the girl's bathroom. Kurt waited outside for her. The hall ways were nearly empty and it was actually quite disturbing. Kurt waited for some neanderthal to pop out of no where with a slushy and dump it on him. Luckily, he was proven wrong and headed for the choir room with his best friend, now fashionably dressed. They were, in Kurt's opinion, fashionably late, but Shuester didn't really like the excuse that Mercedes green plaid didn't go very well with the solid green skinny jeans.

"Well, Kurt. Since you seem to think that being 'fashionably' late is a good thing, I think that maybe you should indulge us in your assignment for the week." Mister Shuester seemed genuinely upset that he was late. He wondered what could have put the man in such a bad mood.

"Of course, Mister Shue." He rifled through his Marc Jacobs messenger bag and managed to find the sheet music he was looking for. Setting down his bag and jacket, he shakily headed over to the band and Brad. Once everything was passed out. He took a deep breath. "As you all know, the assignment was 'Loneliness.' The song I chose is all about trying to get the attention of that special someone and wondering what they have to do get that attention." He closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a second before looking over at the band. "Gentlemen."

The music started. It was uncommonly very subdued compared to Kurt's previous numbers. He felt weird doing a pop number at first, but he figured that the more diverse he appeared the better.

Here's a story of a girl

Livin' in a lonely world

She also had a secret crush

A little boy who talks to much

Kurt let the words sink into him as he focused on the true story behind the song. If he hadn't been singing, he probably would have muttered something along the lines of 'story of my life.'

And I'm standin in the crowd

And when you smile I check you out

But you don't even know my name

You're too busy playin games

Kurt did that slight scoffing thing and lifted an eyebrow while a small smirked played at his lips. Such an appropriate song. God he hated Disney, but their music was genius.

And I want you to know

If you lose your way

I wont let you go

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply before launching into the ever life expressing chorus. Why was his life like a stupid movie? He'd have to ask the fashion gods that one later...

If I cut my hair

If I change my clothes

Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip

If I say hello

Will you notice me?

Whats it gonna take for you to see

To get you to notice me

He finished the chorus and listened as the last few notes faded into the distance. He stood still even though he knew it was all over. He sighed deeply before replacing the longing look in his eyes with his usual icy mask and the small frown that graced his features with the usual small smirk. Nodding his thanks to the jazz band, he headed to his seat in between Mercedes and Noah.

He felt Noah's eyes on him. He didn't like it very much. It took all of his concentration to focus on what Mister Shuester was saying to him. "...While showing up late is not a viable option, your performance made up for it. Thanks, Kurt. I think with a little more practice you might be able to finally hit that high F."

A half an hour later, he was gathering up his books and quite hurriedly. Noah had stared at him throughout the entire meeting and was feeling really uneasy about it. He especially didn't like it when Noah followed him out to his car. "What do you want, Noah? Isn't it enough that your neanderthal friends ruined another one of my shirts? Isn't enough that Coach Slyvester told me that I needed to lose some of my hips? Isn't enough that Mister Shuester still thinks that I'm inferior to Rachel fucking Berry?" When Noah didn't say anything, Kurt tried to prompt him. "Well? What are you going to say anything or or you just going to stare at me like you did all through glee?"

Again, silence took over the two. Kurt was about to leave the jock there and climb up into his car- no, his baby- when Noah grabbed the small counter tenor and yanked him to his chest. Noah didn't say anything. He just held Kurt against and wrapped his arms around the shorter kid's back. After a few minutes, he let go, but only enough to hold Kurt an arms length away. "Don't let them get to you. You're shirt looked awesome today. I like your hips the way they are- in a totally non homosexual way. You're way better then Berry, don't let her annoying-as-hell-voice make you think she's better than you."

Kurt looked flabbergasted at the small display of emotion. He felt the tears well up and he didn't care who saw him, he let them fall. Noah pulled him back in for another hug and Kurt felt the shirt beneath his face soak up the wet substance. "Why are you being so nice to me?" The question was muffled do to the fact that he was eating shirt, but he was sure that Noah had heard him.

"Because, even you deserve to be noticed."

Author's Note: I made this a one shot... Not sure if I should continue this or not... I will, but only if y'all want me to. Still working on 'Heil Hitler' and my other stories. Kinda at a road block though for 'For Your Entertainment'...