I'd marry Kurt if given the chance. Too bad he's a gay fictional character.

Kurt's POV

My shoulder hurts. I'm gonna have bruises. On my back too. Puck is strong, even when he holds back.

"What's wrong Kurt?" the recognizable voice of Emma Pilsbury squeaks out. I look up at her. She's wearing an orange and green plaid skirt with a green cardigan. It fits her.

"Nothing," I whimper, wiping away tears.

"Well, you're out of class. Do you have a hall pass?"

"No," I choke out, wondering how pathetic I look.

"If you aren't going to talk to me, you have to go to class."

"In your office?"

"Let's go sweetie," she says quietly and gives me a hand. We walk silently down the hall. Our shoes make a tip-tap on the linoleum. Her even breath is the only other sound in the empty hallway. She stops at the door to her office, pulling out a tissue and turning the handle. I follow her in and sit in the seat on the opposite side of her desk. The fastidious appearance amazed me. "So Kurt."

"Yes Ms. Pilsbury?"

"Would you like to tell me why you were out of class?"

"I'd rather not."

"If you don't talk to me about something then you have to go to class."

"What should I talk about?" I ask, knowing what she'll answer.

"Preferably why you were crying, but if not, just tell me something about yourself."

"I'm gay."

"So I've heard."

"My dad has been great about it. He accepts me for who I am. Sometimes it's hard. Sometimes it feels like there's nothing for us to talk about. We don't have a whole lot in common. He's John Mellencamp. I'm Barbra Streisand. He has more in common with Finn and as much as I try to accept that Finn is in my life and my dad's life and I'm in his mom's life, it's hard. Sometimes I miss my mom. Sometimes I wish I was straight. I can't do it though. I can't change who I am. I've tried. I'm gay. I'm always going to be gay." Way to rant.

"You know who you are. You accept yourself. That's something that takes some people their entire lives to figure out."

"Sometimes I know who I am."

"Sometimes you don't?" she asks, leaning forward in her seat.

"Well, sometimes I get confused about what I want."

"What do you mean? Could you give me an example?"

"I don't know. When I think of what I want, sometimes I imagine dedicating myself to a career and singing on Broadway, but sometimes I just want more. I want. . ."

"It's okay to not know. You're young. You don't need to know everything right now. You'll figure it all out eventually. What you want to do with your life, who you want to be with. It'll all fall into place," she tells me this, with a knowing smile on her face. Like she has a secret.

"I must look like a wreck huh?"

"No, of course not. You look. . ."

"It's been a long day."

"It's only second period," she says. I laugh lightly, placing a hand on my forehead.

"I know. My heads already killing me," I state.

"The nurse isn't in this week so I'm acting nurse. Would you like me to call your father? See if you can go home?" If I weren't gay, I'd kiss her right now.

"That would be amazing of you." I give her my dad's number so she doesn't have to look it up. I can hear the faint ring and then the muffled sound of my dad's voice.

"Yes. He'd like to go home." Pause. "Okay. I'll tell him." Pause. "It's been a pleasure talking to you Mr. Hummel." Pause. "You too."

"So. . . ?" I inquire.

"He gave permission. You can drive yourself home. Let me write an off-campus pass so you don't get in trouble with the secretary or god forbid, Sue." We share a smile. She gives me the neatest written pass in the history of passes. Surprising us both, I hug her. She doesn't seem too horrified, but that's probably because she knows I'm relatively sanitary.

"Thank you," I whisper before leaving. I practically run to my car, flashing the pass at the secretary. I drive to my house and swing open the front door. Locking it behind me, I drop my book bag and run into the living room. I collapse on the couch and sleep until my dad gets home from work.

I don't know about you, but I enjoyed it. I didn't expect to have this much Emma in my story. She just randomly popped up and I said "Let's roll with it." REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Kurt and Puck need their story to be told to the world!