Author's Note: This is my first ever Fanfic, so reviews would be VERY helpful. Sorry it's so short! Its kinda like a prologue. I don't know if it will go anywhere - HOPEFULLY! This is set to take place in the episode "Mashup" right after Kurt slushies himself for the sake of Finn's reputation. Like I said, it's my first, so sorry if the characters are a little OOC!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing (frowns deeply). But, hey, there's still hope for one day!
(Kurt's POV)
The burning in my eyes – from the slushie or the tears, or maybe both – was almost too much to stand as Mercedes and Rachel pushed me into the bathroom while Tina held the door. I took off my clear jacket rather forcefully and sat down in the chair that us Glee clubbers kept in the bathroom at all times (for occasions such as these).
"I'm s-s-sorry Kurt," Tina said gently as I laid back, my head going into the sink as I winced at the thought of all of my work this morning going down the drain.
"It's fine, Tina. Not your fault," I muttered dryly as I heard the water turn on, "I'm the one who slushied myself…" I felt like hitting myself for being so stupid.
Why was I always stupid when it came to Finn? Oh that's right, I thought bitterly rolling my eyes, because you are stupid! Why else would you be in love (I gulped internally at the word) with such an idiotic jock?
"White Boy's gonna pay this time," Mercedes hissed angrily as she saw the extent of the slushie damage.
I sighed, "No, he's not Mercedes, and you know it. He does whatever he wants and I'll still-" I cut off abruptly, remembering that Rachel was in the room. God, I hated her. She could be so full of herself and so psychotic, and the next minute be here like she was now, faithful to us, a good friend. Was she bipolar? Pfft, I thought to myself, that's you!
"And I'll still be at the bottom…" I trailed of lamely, changing my sentence so as to avoid the embarrassment with Rachel.
"I'm sorry Kurt, but look at it this way, now he owes us!" Rachel beamed. Nice – us. I rolled my eyes again, more obviously this time.
"And since when has Finn Hudson paid enough attention to who he owes?" I asked, perhaps a little too rudely, for her face fell. "I mean, he does whatever he wants, Rachel. We need to get that through our heads," Sigh again with the plural that I resented but still let form.
I felt Tina's slow and gentle fingers slowly working the sticky corn-syrup free from my hair. "J-just look on the b-b-bright side Kurt, your outfit – besides your hat – is completely f-f-fine!"
I just sighed again and plastered a weak fake smile across my face. "I guess…" I trailed off. I looked at their sympathetic faces and started to feel slightly better at how much they cared. "Thanks, you guys, you're the best. And just remember, in ten years, they'll all be working for us," I finished, regaining my usual superior manner, smiling for real now. Who was that Neanderthal Finn Hudson to pick on the most amazing person at our school (me)?
(Finn's POV)
Damn, I felt so guilty. Just watching his feminine form as he scurried into the bathroom was enough to make me feel like the biggest jerk on Earth. What was it with me? Why did I always have to pick on the people who deserved it the least? Kurt was always nice to me. I mean, yeah, maybe he was a little too nice, but I guess it was kinda flattering that he had such a crush on me.
I tried to shake off the feelings of gut-wrenching guilt as all of the football players slapped me on the back and gave me high fives for "sockin' it to the gay kid" as they put it. I looked around, and I tried to cheer up as I saw all of the people that were happy, that liked me. But... I couldn't help but realize that the only people that I really wanted to like me were the ones that I had just left, all of them rushing into the bathroom: Tina, Rachel, Mercedes, Kurt, and all of the other Gleeks. They were the ones that really liked me the way I was.
But I'd screwed up. Now the only people that I liked hated my guts, and the ones I could do without were my only friends… great.
A/N: How was it? Was it terrible? PLEASE review, I'm like Tinkerbell, I need applause to live! Thank you so much for reading!
