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Collecting my tray, I made my way through the throng of cliques to my table. Passing the jocks and the Cheerios, I made my way to the very back of the hall – the nesting area of the McKinley High official losers, as decided by none other than the populars themselves.
What an honour.
Sliding into my chair next to Kurt's, I pretended to listen to Rachel's high speed lecture to us about how her performance with Santana will be much better and grander than all of ours, despite our opinions which were, from this point onwards, irrelevant. Leaning into Kurt's ear, I heard Mercedes whisper, "Didn't we suffer through this same lecture on Tuesday?" Kurt nodded once in her direction, before rolling his eyes and continuing to nibble on his celery.
"….and that is why my performance will be far superior to all of yours." Rachel finished after what seemed like hours. Looking to my left, I noticed that Artie had actually fallen asleep.
Poor little guy.
As the piercing bell screeched the arrival of last period, I shook Artie awake from his peaceful slumber. He sat up in his chair with a start, his shocked expression causing Mercedes, Kurt and I to double over in fits of laughter. Artie sulkily adjusted his glasses as I stood up to push him to last period.
After cheerful goodbyes and a promise to meet Kurt by his car after school, Kurt and Mercedes began to make their way to Spanish, while Artie and I headed to English. Currently we were studying Shakespeare – an inevitable subject to study, but its predictability did not alter the great pains and grief that it brought. Steering Artie through the corridors, I pushed us into our classroom.
Settling down into my desk, I drew my textbook, pencil case and refill out of my bag, and prepared myself for the next hour of boredom. As other students came dawdling in, I began to absent mindedly doodle. First it was just squiggles and love hearts, but then I began drawing the most prominent thing on my mind – Kurt.
As Mr Pike began to monotonously drone on about the human behaviour lessons in Romeo and Juliet, I drew Kurt's perfectly styled hair, his thin lips shaped in his happy, signature smirk. My pencil carved his favourite blue sweater into the paper, and recorded his pure blue eyes.
After what felt like ten minutes, I sat back to look at what I had completed. Kurt stood on my page; his arms placed delicately on his hips, his eyes twinkling, happiness etched into his young face. I allowed myself a small smile – the drawing didn't look half bad. Swapping my pencil for my pen, I began to take notes.
"Alright class, I'll see you with your essays on Friday." Mr Pike said, as the class stuffed their belongings into their bags and headed out the door.
"Shit." I swore under my breath, as I hurriedly picked up my stuff and headed for Artie's receding figure.
"Artie!" I called out urgently. He turned around, accidentally rolling over someone's foot in the process. Grinning at me, he asked, "What's up?"
"I kinda dozed off back then. Can I borrow your notes?" I asked, faking a smile.
"Sure thing." He laughed, handing them to me. Promising to copy them and bring them back to him tomorrow, I began to push him towards the car park. On our way, we discussed Halo Reach.
"I want to play it so bad, but I can't afford it." I moaned.
"I bought it yesterday. Want to come over on Friday and play?" he asked.
"YES!" I squealed in delight, making Artie laugh happily.
"Well, my mom is waiting for me over there. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Of course. See you!" I produced a genuine smile as I headed off to Kurt's navigator. I could see Kurt's silhouette through the tinted glass, and I knew he was watching me. Lost in my thoughts, I tripped over the curb in front of his car.
Laughing at myself, I began to pick up my things. Hearing the slam of a door, I looked up to see Kurt rushing to help me.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
I nodded in response, before giggling uncontrollably. It was completely typical of me to trip over the curb, especially when it was due to daydreaming. Stuffing my textbook and pencil case into my bag, I let Kurt carry my refill into the car.
"You are such a moron." He groaned as I sat next to him, handing my refill to me.
"But you love it." I teased.
"Mhmm." He murmured, before reversing out of his spot and heading home.
I remained silent as my heart soared right out of my chest and into the clouds.
It was one in the morning.
Not my favourite time to be awake, but I had been waiting for Kristen to finally fall asleep.
I had stared into the dark, listening for the gentle inhaling and exhaling that confirmed Kristen's sub conscious state.
And now, at this god forsaken hour, the time had finally come to unfold the piece of paper than had fallen out of Kristen's refill.
It could be nothing – it could be Shakespeare notes, it could just be her usual doodles of banana serial killers.
But something told me that this was different, that this was something significant. So I gently clicked my torch awake, and with shaking hands, opened the paper.
I looked down at myself, feeling my eyes widen.
Kristen had drawn me perfectly. Somehow, she had managed to capture my attitude and draw it. My hair, my favourite outfit – all of it.
And as I sat there, I drew my eyes away from myself and down to the bottom of the page where Kristen had scrawled something in her beautiful handwriting that I never ceased to admire.
Kurt Hummel – 3
My heart began to beat faster in my chest. For a minute, I thought its loud pounding would awake Kristen from her slumber. My mind became numb, as one doodled love heart changed my perspective on the world.
Was it just a doodle? Or did she really love me?
And why, if I was gay – did I feel like I loved her back?
Closing the piece of paper and tucking it away into my drawer, I laid down to sleep, with that question haunting my peaceful dreams of her.
