sigh i'm not sure what to do with this, i just put it under kurt and blaine ok but there's an ooc

I walk through the halls of McKinley high, unnoticed. That's what life is like here.

If you're not on the sports team at the top of the social heap, or in the glee club at the bottom, than you pretty much get ignored.

Sure I have my friends, Abbie and Kat, but other than them the only people who bother to talk to me are the teachers. Though it's not like the teachers really teach, they just stand up there and complain about their lives.

It's my senior year. They always say it's supposed to be the greatest year of your life. I find it no different from any other years. I'm still just another face in the hall.

I turn the corner and I see him.

Kurt Hummel.

I'd always had the silliest crush on him. I mean, he was obviously gay, but he was adorable. And in the past few years, he'd really filled out his designer clothes.

Of course, even besides the fact that he's gay, he's taken.

As if on cue Blaine Anderson walks up to join Kurt. They share a love filled look, then continue walking.

I always feel bad for them. You can tell how much they care about each other and they can't ever show it at school unless they want to be attacked by slushies.

I shiver at the thought of getting one of those in the face.

Finally, I spot my destination. The girls' room.

I hurry in and go into a stall, locking it.

Not long after I got in, I hear the door open again. I hear laughter out in the hall and two people rushing in. The door closes harshly, cutting off the sound of the halls. Then I hear them.

"We can't even stand next to each other without them throwing slushies at us."

That was Kurt's voice. I sigh internally. He's got an amazing voice. Blaine was so lucky.

I suddenly remember where I am.

I finish up and tentatively push open my stall door. The two boys are silent. Blaine stands under the sink's tap as Kurt runs his fingers through Blaine's curls.

Part of me wants to just sneak out unnoticed, but another part of me wants to help them.

During my hesitation, Kurt looks up and sees me. He doesn't seem to recognize me, not that I'd expected him to. We hadn't had classes together since middle school.

Our eyes lock, and I can't move. I'm glued to the floor. Not even the bell ringing is enough to make me break our gaze.

Blaine notices Kurt not moving and looks up.

"Um."

Blaine's awkward voice finally breaks the connection.

I make my decision.

I rush over to them and grab some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall. I shakily hand them to Kurt, who hadn't even started washing himself off yet.

Kurt doesn't take them though. I feel as though I've crossed some unspoken line.

Blaine shoots a smile at me and takes them instead. He thanks me.

I turn on my heel and rush to the door. Before leaving I turn back. Kurt's still staring at me, and Blaine has started wiping his face with the paper towels he'd taken from me. I bite my lip before speaking.

"We're not all bad you know."

I open the door and step out into the empty hallway. I know that I'm late for class and will probably get detention. But part of me feels like I finally did something right.