(A/N : Another story from Kurt's POV. This one, however, is going to be multi chaptered indefinitely. For a straight girl I certainly like writing from the perspective of a lovesick gay boy. Hopefully, I do it well.)

Quinn and I have never been the best of friends. In fact, I remember giving her the evil eye throughout my entire History class. Also, she is never far away when I was taking a wonderful trip to the dumpster that was often paid for by her generous associates. So I can really understand her frustration when we catch sight of each other in Wal-Mart, but I certainly don't expect her to say,

"Why did I even come outside this morning?"

Really, it's quite rude. I'm not a very unpleasant person myself, and it's the tone of her voice that really sends me over the edge. Like I'm just so disgusting that she can't even bear to be near me, let alone acknowledge the fact that I shop in the same Wal-Mart she does.

"I've been asking myself the same question for a long, long time." I reply, trying to give my voice the same edge that she gave hers. Apparently, it works, because she gives me a look mixed with annoyance and revulsion.

Before she can think to come up with one of her familiar snippy replies, someone walks past me and gently brushes my shoulder as they do so.

"Hey Quinn, I found it."

I'd know that voice anywhere. It was Finn Hudson. And he brushed my shoulder.

Okay, maybe I was over-reacting the slightest bit here.

All you have to do is hide behind that wonderful snark.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my friendly acquaintances." My voice is heavy with irony, and I turn around and begin to walk away.

"Hey wait! Um, Kurt?"

I feel my face heating up, and I don't turn around.

"What, Hudson?" I say dryly.

"I'm sorry about the whole dumpster thing. I mean, you pretty much washed all of that stuff out of your jacket, right? No hard feelings, right?"

I turn to face him, and I'm not sure what the expression on my face is. Quinn is giving Finn a disgusted look, like she just can't believe that he feels remorse for an obvious wrong that he has committed.

Of course I forgive you, Finn. You should know this by now. If it didn't forgive you, then it would mean that I wasn't hopelessly, irrationally and irrevocably in love with you. And that's just not possible.

"Yeah, okay. Sure." My voice sounds strange to my own ears and I can't believe that I am actually talking to Finn Hudson in the supermarket. Talking to him. In the supermarket. Like we're friends.

Or like he actually considers me to be part of the human race.

"That's cool. I mean, really. See you." He takes Quinn's arm and begins walking away, and I spin away from him and begin walking in the direction I was going as well. My heart is in my throat, and I'm still trying to grasp the fact that I had actually been talking to Finn Hudson in the supermarket. As if he didn't throw me in the dumpster every school day morning. Like we were friends.

No. Why do you even let yourself think that way? Why on earth do you even let yourself think that way? You're not friends. You're not colleagues. Honestly, your hopeless obsession with this guy is going to seriously kill you one day. Are you mentally impaired? Do you have any idea how stupid you are?

Hn. I guess you don't.

I guess I don't. I feel my bottom lip quiver and I realize that it really does sort of hurt. Not just my mind, but my stomach. I don't even remember what I was supposed to be buying anyway. Now all I can see and remember is the look in Finn's eyes as he sincerely apologized to me. All I can do is let my heart waver and think about what if.

What if it's possible? What if maybe by some stupid and irrational chance, maybe if I just pretend enough, then maybe there'll be some home. Maybe he'll like me. Someday, maybe.