Thursday, September 25

In algebra today, all I could think about was how Miss Hudson might be kissing my Dad tomorrow night. Gross. She asked me a really easy question- she's always trying to include me for some freaking reason! I wasn't paying attention either, on account of the whole might-kiss-my-dad thing.

"Sorry Miss, what was the question?"

Quinn Fabray rolled her eyes and tossed her stupid, perfect blonde ponytail. "What was the question?" she mocked in a faux high-pitched voice.

Really, what does Puck see in her? Yeah, she's pretty. But she's so mean.

Maybe she's nice to Puck, though. I'd sure be nice to him. He's one of the hottest guys in school.

Anyway, I could sort of see why Dad asked Miss Hudson out. She's definitely pretty, for someone around his age. She could do with a makeover, though. If she let Mercedes style her, she'd look really gorgeous. Like a TV mom.

I mentioned this to Mercedes at lunch, and she laughed. "Yeah, like a teacher would let me do her hair and junk. Are you gonna eat those tots?"

Mercedes says I need to put the whole thing out of my mind. She says I'm taking my anxiety over the fact that I'm failing something so early in the semester, and transferring it to anxiety over my Dad and Miss Hudson. She says this is called displacement.

It sort of sucks when your best friend's parents are psychologists.

They have a pretty great love story, though. Paul and Cecilia met in college, and became good friends for years. Paul's first wife died giving birth to their son, David. (That's how I know their family- my mom died having me, too. Dad and Paul met at a support group.) Mercedes' biological father was never around. Cecilia and Paul fell in love and got married when Dave and Mercedes were little.

Anyways, today after school the Drs. Karofsky were trying to diagnose me again. Mercedes and I were just sitting there playing Boggle, and Cecilia was all like, "Kurt, how do you feel about your father dating your algebra teacher?"

I said, "I feel fine about it."

Why can't I speak up?

But what if Mercedes' parents tell my Dad? I don't want him to know I feel weird about it, he's been so happy.

The worst part was that Mercedes' older brother Dave overheard the whole thing. He totally burst out laughing, but I didn't see what was so freaking funny!

"Your Dad is dating Carole Hudson?!"

Oh, great. Now Dave knows, too!

I had to beg him not to tell anybody. He has study hall with Mercedes and I, cause he's like super smart and tutors younger students during that time. I guess super smart people don't need to study or something.

Ms. Holiday is in charge of study hall, but she spends all her time in the teacher's lounge. So, we mostly just hang out in there.

And, we lock the new Canadian kid in the closet so we don't have to hear him practice his stupid "fiddle".

But just because Dave and I are united against Sam Evans and his fiddle, doesn't mean he'd keep quiet about my Dad and Miss Hudson.

Dave kept saying, "What'll you do for me, huh, Hummel?"

But there's nothing I can do for Dave Karofsky. Dave is a junior who has always gotten straight A's, and will likely follow in his parent's Ivy League footsteps. What could I do for someone like him?

There's a lot I'd like to do, actually. Puck might be hot, objectively, but he's also a horrible student, and kind of an asshole. Dave, on the other hand, is super smart like I said, but he's also really, really nice. Obviously, being so smart, he's pretty nerdy and unpopular, like Mercedes and I. He's not on any teams, so he doesn't go to any crazy parties like the cool kids. He spends a lot of time in his room, probably reading really advanced textbooks or something.

Occasionally, Dave comes out of his room and bugs us. Sometimes when he does this, he is not wearing a shirt. Even though he's not on any teams, Dave has a really nice chest. So I guess he works out in there?

Puck is hot, stupid, and mean, but Dave is super hot, super smart, and nice, but, you know, sarcastic.

I've had this stupid crush on him ever since I could remember. But I don't count on it leading to anything. Dave is probably straight, although he's never had a girlfriend. I've never told anyone about my crush, not even Mercedes, and we've been best friends our whole lives.

Anyway, Dave seemed to get tired of me offering to do his chores or walk his dog. Because he just rolled his (gorgeous hazel) eyes, said, "Forget it, Hummel" and went back to his room.

I looked at Mercedes, who had narrowed her eyes and was looking from her brother's closed door to my flushed cheeks.

"Who's he going to tell? Dave doesn't have any friends."

That was so mean! I'm totally Dave's friend. Even if I'd really, really like to be more than that.