It was a Tuesday.
The skies were grey and the wind was cold.
Kurt Hummel sat alone.
Why did he always fall for the straight ones?
First Finn, then Sam, now this…
It must be some sort of disorder. Misplaced love disorder.
Chronic misplaced love disorder.
"Kurt, buddy, I've been looking for you!" Noah Puckerman flopped into the seat next to Kurt.
"Where else would I be?" Kurt questioned mildly. "Glee starts in ten minutes."
Puck leaned in to place an arm around Kurt's shoulders.
"No. This is a McQueen. Do not touch," the pale boy said frigidly. Puck recoiled.
"Sorry. I was just going to apologize for the whole dumpster thing this morning, but I guess you don't want to hear it."
Kurt sat forward, eyes blazing. How dare he?
That morning, Kurt had been walking towards the school doors when Puck and his little friends ambushed him for the first time in weeks. Puck himself was given the honor of throwing him in the dumpster, sufficiently ruining his mint pants. Luckily, they had allowed him to remove his sweater before they threw him in; otherwise, there would have been HELL to pay.
"Excuse me? You threw me into the dumpster-which, might I add, hasn't happened in weeks, and you expect me to just forgive you?"
Puck stood up and glared down at Kurt. "Listen, bitch, I can do whatever I want whenever I want. If I want to throw you in the dumpster, I will damn well throw you into the dumpster."
Kurt rose as well, furious. "You are such a hypocrite! You said that we were friends; you called me buddy, for Christ's sake! Since when do friends throw friends into dumpsters just to salvage their diminishing reputation?"
Stop it, stop it, stop it, please, just love me…
Unexpectedly, (maybe it shouldn't have been) Puck shoved Kurt. "Diminishing reputation? I have a hell of a better reputation than you do, Princess. None of your friends even like you. Just the other day, I overheard Aretha and Quinn talking about how bitchy you are."
Kurt stumbled back, half due to the shove, half due to the feeling of his heart imploding.
Not true, not true, don't listen to him, not true….
"Kurt!"
In a flash, Quinn was at his side. "Knock it off, Puck. I thought you guys solved your problems!"
Kurt looked away. "Obviously there was some miscommunication. It's fine, though."
Why don't you love me?
"I, um, forgot that my dad needed me to do something for him today. I'll see you tomorrow." Kurt fled the room without looking back.
I am nothing.
He managed to get into his car before he broke down.
It was Tuesday.
The skies were gray, and the winds were cold.
And Kurt Hummel was still alone.