Disclaimer: I don't own Spring Awakening. Doesn't that suck for me.
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His name is like a song to Ernst.
During class, it plays over and over again in his mind. He can't focus; it gets louder every time Hanschen brushes his hand against Ernst's, every time Hanschen whispers in his ear. He is always talking about homework, or something equally as trivial, but his tone is like the seductive, watery way he touches Ernst when they're alone.
The day after Hanschen first kissed Ernst, he sat next to him in Latin, like it was nothing. Hanschen had always sat next to Melchior Gabor, for as long as anyone could remember.
Hanschen loves to put his hand on Ernst's knee when the teacher is giving a lecture. They sit in the back row, the teacher never sees them, but one day Georg saw and now the whole class knows. Ernst never feels comfortable with this, but he lets Hanschen, because otherwise he will be in a temper with Ernst.
He has found inexplicably and dangerously that he will do anything to please Hanschen. Ernst had always thought he would grow up and marry, but if Hanschen would only ask him, Ernst would be with him forever. Hanschen seems to delight in Ernst's constant confessions of adoration, but somewhere in Ernst stings knowing the blonde boy never replies quite the way he would like. But it is about the handsome Hanschen, not about frail and pixie like Ernst, never about plain and boring Ernst.
He thinks maybe, if his name were as beautiful, it would be different. Hanschen would be the one to love him.