Oh how he envied that pencils eraser. Caught between those beautiful, plump, pink lips of hers, nibbled on, and every now and then he would see her tongue flick the end. It must've been heaven. But it wasn't until he saw her glance at him out of the corner of her eye and turn her head away with her cheeks dusting a shade a pink, that he snapped his gaze from her and back to the blackboard, cursing himself for being a lecherous best friend. It was wrong and he knew it. Though she was now single, having broken up with Lance for what she claimed to be the last time, he was still in a relationship with Amanda. But still, sometimes late at night, and more frequent then he'd like to admit, he'd find himself outside her bedroom window, watching over her as she slept. It was wrong, and he knew it, and it was invasive, but he did it. It was an obsession that bordered on painful; it was like she had something, was something he needed, something not even Amanda had.

But all this just made him feel even worse; his Kätzchen was not an object to be obtained, she wasn't even his. And wanting her made him feel even lower than dirt. Some friend he was.

She was trying to concentrate on the math lesson on the blackboard, but the feeling of eyes on her had her glancing around until she found his heated gaze. He was staring so intently at her with a look in his eyes that made her turn sight from his in a blush. That look, she desperately wanted to believe it was something other than the lustful glint. There was something else in it, something that always made her stomach flutter and her heart a little lighter.

Love.

She'd swear she could see it in his eyes, even through the image inducer. She knew it was wrong that she felt good that it was directed at her and not Amanda. But she didn't. Was it so wrong to want it, not from anyone else but him? Was it so wrong to belong to him as he would to her? Was it so wrong to love your best friend?

Yes, her brain said. No, her heart screamed.

They were pulled out of their musings when the bell rang, signaling for them to go to their next final class for the day. They met at the doorway and headed down the crowded hall for their next class.

"So, did you, like, get any notes at all from the teacher?" Kitty asked when they settled into their comfortable presence of each other.

Kurt chuckled and waved his full sheet of math equations at her, some words written in German, "But of course."

Kitty laughed, and it was music to his ears. He loved listening to her laugh, and he loved it even more that he could make her laugh like that. Like when she'd really get to going in one of their tickle fights and then heave air out of her lungs. That beautiful bosom rising up and down, before his thoughts turned on him and he imagined another way he could make her rasp like that. Shaking himself out of his thoughts he found they were almost at the door of their English class.

Then a large crowd came between them and they unintentionally split apart. Kurt crashed against the lockers of his side and lost track of Kitty, as said girl was pushed next to the door of the janitor's closet. She didn't have time to react because two set of arms grabbed her and pulled her in while the third closed the door.