Chapter 2: Kurt's Problem
Kurt sat in his Navigator, in his drive way, staring through the windshield, seeing nothing. He had no memory of the drive home from school. The Head Cheerio's words were an ever circling sound loop in his head. He was officially in an alternate universe. There was no other possible explanation.
Quinn? Really? Finn's Quinn! Puck's Quinn! Head cheerleader Quinn! Quinn liked him, as in, LIKED him! He banged his head on the steering wheel a few times, and then flipped the visor down to fix his hair. Just because the world, as he knew it, was unravelling, didn't mean he should have bad hair. This is CRAZY! She's CRAZY! Kurt grabbed his bag and finally climbed out of the car, slamming the car door. Getting out his house key, he walked to his front door, muttering to himself. "Just Crazy!"
It was a strange weekend for Kurt. He did the usual things; shopped with Mercedes, beat Finn at Guitar Hero, worked on his Glee assignment. He did all the usual things but nothing felt, at all, usual.
He really wanted to talk to Mercedes about the whole "Quinn" thing. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. This was totally outside the realm of any experience he had ever had. If it had been a boy, standing by the piano last Friday at Glee, telling him that he "LIKED" him. That would have been surprising enough, but this...this was way too weird! Just his luck, someone finally admits to an undying passion for him and it had to be a girl!
The whole time he and Mercedes were at the mall, the words were right there ready to tumble out, but he just couldn't bring himself to say them. He felt that it would be betraying a confidence. The Cheerio hadn't said, "Don't tell anyone", but he was pretty sure that was implied.
Late Sunday night, after thinking in circles all weekend, Kurt decided that he had to talk to Quinn. Just what he was going to say ... he had no freaking idea!
Kurt was uncomfortable; he wanted to get this conversation over with. The bell for first period rang and he was the first one out the classroom door. Moving through the halls, like a guided missile, he found Quinn at her locker. Closing her locker door, Quinn turned. Surprise flashed across her face, and she blushed, not quite looking at him.
Kurt took a deep breath, and unplanned words tumbled out. "What can I do? How can I help you?"
Eyes flashing with anger, Quinn spit words at him. "You can stop being so fucking beautiful!"
Kurt blinked and backed away from Quinn, the pain in her voice silencing him.
She reached out and touched Kurt's arm. "Sorry, sorry, it's not your fault. Just forget I said anything." She turned and slipped through the crowd of students.
