AN: Hey again, Link here. So, this was a really hard chapter. I can't move two of the fingers on my left hand, so it took me a lot longer than it should have to type out. Stupid dermatologist. Anywho, this chapter might be a little out of character for Kurt, but I think it's good. Please, R&R and enjoy.
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Rachel's hand came up to touch her cheek. Did that really just happen? Did Kurt Hummel just kiss her cheek? If he had, what did it mean? Friends, or something more? Did she even want it to be something more? She thought she liked Finn. She did like Finn, right?
Ugh, but Finn was so normal. He was easy to read, an open book. But Kurt was not. Kurt was interesting. Plus, they shared the same interests. If she ever dated Kurt (Dating Kurt? What was she even thinking?)she wouldn't have to worry about showing up at football games or changing who she was. Around Kurt, she could be her to the fullest extent.
No. That would never happen. She needed to just get on with her life. Stop even trying to talk to him, and go back to a Kurt free life.
But she knew this wasn't something she could ignore. That deep fluttery feeling in her stomach was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Rachel Berry was oblivious, but she was in love.
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The next day when Rachel opened the door to her house, she was met with an unpleasant surprise. Eggs. Raw eggs. Raw eggs being chucked at her. She screamed, her hands flying in front of her face as she was assaulted by food. She kept her eyes closed, but knew who did it. She could tell by their stupid laughter that it was the football team.
She dropped her arms, egg white running down her arm and hitting the porch. She looked down, pulling a yolk off her perfectly ironed white shirt with a disgusted look on her face. Ugh, she smelled like eggs. With a sigh she turned around, tears mixing with the slime on her face. Looks like she was going to have to take another shower.
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Rachel was late for school. She ran towards the building, her heavy backpack slung over one shoulder. She reached for the door handle, her hand brushing against someone else's.
She let out a squeak, her hands flying to her mouth. She blushed a light pink, barely visible behind her make up. "Kurt!"
Kurt looked over, rolling his eyes. "Took you long enough, princess."
Guh… it took her a few moments to regain the ability to think. "You're late."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "You are too."
"Why? Why are you late?" she asked curiously, forcing her arm through the other strap of her backpack. "Did you get egged too?"
"They egged you?" Kurt replied. She noticed that his hand clenched into a fist at his side, and this made her heart jump.
She nodded slightly, eyes wide. "What'd they do to you?"
"They nailed all my doors shut. I had to climb out a window," he said simply, as if it was an everyday thing. "My dad was ticked."
"Mine were too," Rachel told him with another nod. "And that's just horrid. I can't believe people treat you like that!"
Kurt sighed. "I can't believe they treat you like that either." He paused long enough to smile at her. "Never mind, I can."
She blushed, spluttering for words but finding none. "What are we doing, Kurt?" she asked quietly, her eyes never leaving his.
He refused to look at her anymore, and when he spoke his tone was sharp. "We aren't doing anything. There is no we. I'm going to class."
And with that he stormed off, leaving one very confused and very angry Rachel.
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They didn't see each other again until lunch. Rachel walked over to the table he was sitting at, slamming her tray down in front of him with a bang. He didn't even look up.
"Bit dramatic, aren't we?" he said, his fork pushing around the lettuce of his salad. She sat down across from him without a word, ripping over a packet of ketchup for her fries. When she didn't respond, he looked up at her. "You do realize I'm here, right, princess?"
She let out an impatient sigh. "Of course. I'm sitting her because of you."
"Oh wow, I feel special," he remarked sarcastically, his eyes going back down to the mix of raw vegetables his was picking through.
She rolled her eyes. "Are you not happy to see me?"
Kurt snorted. "Why would I be?"
Rachel blinked. Maybe she had imagined it all. Maybe she had imagined him kissing her cheek yesterday and their hands brushing this morning. "I thought you enjoyed my company."
"I do. Sometimes, when you're being particularly amusing."
"That's all this is for? Your amusement?" she spat, her hand clenching around a French fry, smashing it between her fingers.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kurt informed her dully, crunching on a slice of radish. She stared at him. Was she going crazy?
"But… yesterday…," she mumbled. She looked down at her plate, missing the way his face reddened.
"I wasn't thinking," he said quickly. "I shouldn't…. shouldn't have done that."
She looked up at him, their eyes locking. "Why?"
He studied her for a moment. "I don't need any more confusion in my life, Rachel."
"Why would it… oh…"
He nodded ever so slightly, and it was obvious he was uncomfortable with the subject.
"I've never been with anyone," Rachel told him. "I wouldn't know if you were doing something wrong."
Kurt shook his head. "I've never even thought about dating a girl until yesterday, Rachel." He smiled shyly at her before looking away. "But you do always get your way."
Her mouth fell open. "So you are…" she trailed off, not wanting to finish. He gave her a curt nod.
"So you can see why I'm… ah… confused," he told her, blue eyes going back to her.
"What do we have to lose?" she asked, taking a chance and placing her hand lightly over his. He didn't pull away, but it was clear he was uncomfortable. "If it doesn't work it doesn't work."
He nodded ever so slightly. "I hate to say this, but for once I think you're right."
