A Special Kind of Different

There was something different about him, not strange or weird, more a special kind. But of course I knew new that from the moment I met him staring down at me; wearing those shorts with the high-legged boots, the tight-fitting coat over a shirt and tie and eyes which had two different colours which sometimes formed together to create a third. The quirk in his eyebrow, yes that special kind of different.

In those moments I couldn't figure out that feeling in the pit of my stomach that grew as we ran through the corridor so I dismissed them...well I tried.

I enjoyed the close honest friendship that developed quickly between us...it was special kind of different, it was close and honest unlike any other friendship I ever had. I found myself spending all my free with him, especially going to that little coffee shop. In fact over those short months we had practically become inseparable, our friends often joked about it.

Then I screwed up, twice, I thought we were going to fall apart. I sorted it quickly; I didn't want to lose that feeling in the pit in my stomach that I got whenever he was around. But things weren't the same he was started to distance himself from me, I started to notice a lot more than I probably should've done. Then he sang again, a song so beautiful that I realised. I realised what the feeling in the pit of my stomach meant, I realised why he was that special kind of different, I realised why what we had was that special kind of different.

I had fallen in love with him. Turned out him had fallen in love with me too, so I now make sure that every day Kurt Hummel knows he is a special kind of different.

A different that now makes sense, makes me feel special... a special kind of different that now I know it can only be described as magical and perfect because that's what he is.