Okay, so it's been brought to my attention a few…misunderstandings? Hahaha, okay so here's the thing. No, Kurt will not end up straight. However it is my fanfiction, and quite frankly I'm going to write what I want. And Kristen is an original character, I didn't think that really needed explaining :D

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Chapter 9 – Mindless Sitcoms and Stomach Cramps

"So how are everyone's assignments going?"

This question was met with a mixture of responses from the members of the glee club, ranging from "ugh," to "very well, thank you Mr Schuester."

I listened as Kristen did not chime in with everyone else. She just simply sat there, not making her presence known.

To be frank, I was worried about her.

I had never bought her oh-its-just-food-poisoning act, but I pretended to - for her sake. If something was seriously wrong then I reasoned that she would tell me when she was ready.

But now I was beginning to think that she was making herself throw up. Kristen had always been one to compare herself to people like Quinn – gorgeous, of course. But what she couldn't see was just how beautiful she was already, that she didn't need to change.

Just as I promised to talk to her about it, the soft red in her cheeks faded, leaving her skin a pale white. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open in a small 'o'.

"Kristen?" I asked, interrupting Mr Schue in mid speech. The attention of the club all turned to her as she grabbed her stomach and sprinted out of the room.

Silence followed.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Mercedes asked.

"I was about to ask the same thing…Kurt? Care to shed some light?" Mr Schue asked.

"Food poisoning." I muttered as I followed her out. Turning the corner, I watched as she hurried through the double doors and out into the car park. Cursing under my breath, I ran after her.

"Kristen!" I yelled, bursting through the doors and out into the fresh air.

And there she sat, against the doors of my Navigator. As I drew nearer, I saw tears streaming down her face. Her eyes had black bags under them; evidence of her sleepless nights. Kneeling down beside her, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Her brown, wavy hair tickled my arms as I rested my chin on the top of her head.

"Shhh, it's okay now. It's okay." I murmured absent mindedly, before gently kissing her head.

"Let's go home. I'll get last period notes off Mercedes later." Helping her up and into the car, I walked around and hopped into the driver's seat. Kristen's crying had been reduced to snuffling while I whipped out my phone and sent a short text to Mercedes, telling her that I was taking Kristen home.

Silence reigned the air as Kristen gained composure.

"Kris, what happened?" I asked gently.

"Stomach cramp." She whispered, as if by saying it aloud it would make the pain return.

"I'm worried about you, Kristen."

"Me too," she murmured. "Me too."

Reversing my Navigator into the driveway, I helped Kristen hobble out of the car and into the house. Sitting her down on the couch, I switched the television on. A brainless sitcom flickered to life, and I bustled around in the kitchen making hot chocolates while listening to their insignificant problems.

"Jerry, he's never going to make it!"

"He will. We just have to believe."

I groaned at the absurdity of it all, passing Kristen her warm mug before kneeling down in front of the DVD player. I hovered over Rent, before deciding on Kristen's favourite movie. I settled down into the couch as the Harry Potter theme song emitted eerily from the speakers. She smiled her rare smile – the one where her eyes sparkled and her whole face lighted up.

"Thank you… " she whispered happily, before sipping her hot chocolate.

By the time the end credits rolled up the screen, Kristen was fast asleep.

Typical.

I unfurled my legs, yawning as I stretched. Grabbing the nearest blanket, I delicately placed it over her shivering body. Sitting down beside her gently, I was careful not to change the weight of couch too much; I was afraid that any sudden movements would awake her, and she needed to sleep. Carefully, I brushed the hair off her forehead, and leant in to kiss her cheek gently.

I smiled at her peaceful expression, knowing that she had finally escaped the horrors of reality.