(A/N: Y'know, the previous chapter was supposed to be a one shot....and technically this is a separate story. So, I'd like to announce that this will be my home for one-shots that involve, as the title suggests, Affairs of the Heart. And, to contrast with the depression of the previous chappy I decided to try out a happy fic. And, hopefully this won't scare you all away, I'm trying out a songfic too. The song, which is caught in my head now, is from a play called My Fair Lady, and the song is "On the Street Where You Live". If you happen to have it anywhere, play it while you read. It really sets the mood.)


Disclaimer: I don't own the song. But I love it! That counts for something, right? *Glares, along with lobster and Kurt muse.


Giddy

Kurt Wagner wasn't one for drugs. Nor did he indulge in alcohol, tobacco, or any of the other many, many nasty things that others his age did to "get high". No, Kurt had always been one for natural highs. The kind of highs that made you feel like your chest was going to explode from the joy, and didn't leave you with a headache. He wasn't addicted to anything, but he'd have killed for anything like the feeling he had now. Kurt had indulged himself on swinging high above awestruck audiences, had flown one of the most advanced planes in existence, had given himself over to joyous worship of his God, and had even once scaled a mountain.

But none of it beat the feeling he had right now, as he strolled down the sidewalk along the street. Along her street. Amanda's street. He'd met her...how many days ago had it been? He didn't know. He'd lost track of the days...he'd gone about in a terrible, wonderful stupor since the school dance, since he'd finally met someone outside his little town who loved him for who he was. Personal hygiene had been kept to fanatically, but only in the desperate hopes that he'd see her. It couldn't have been too long, though...she was grounded, and, after he'd taken to writing her love notes in math, she'd been moved to the opposite side of the room to prevent his enamored state of mind from breaking up the class.

He didn't care if she was grounded. He wanted to see her, and he would see her, if it killed him. He had to make sure that he hadn't imagined the whole thing, even though in his heart he knew it had. He needed to see just how lovely she was, hear how wonderfully her voice danced through his ears, and smell just how sweet her scent was. He'd risk anything for that. The little voice in the back of his mind that constantly reminded him of the need for caution was still there, but he was blissfully ignoring it. No safety precautions could outweigh his love for her.

Her house couldn't be more than ten away, even though he'd forgotten to glance at the number on the last mailbox. He felt as if his heart would explode if he didn't see her soon, but, at the same time, he wanted to know every step of his way here. It was illogical he supposed, but what about love wasn't? Suddenly a song from something the girls had been watching last night filled his head, and, being a blue, lovestruck elf, he just had to sing. Continuing along, feet moving to slow, melodious beat that only he could hear, Kurt began to sing,


"I have often walked down this street before;

But the pavement always stayed beneath before,

All at once am I, several stories high,

Knowing I'm on the street where you live."

His step held a drunkenness and, at the same time, his usual elven grace as he strode towards her house, singing as loudly as he could, perfectly on key and tune, though, of course, no one else about knew this. He stopped to swing on a streetlamp, overcome with a burst of energy, before continuing to walk towards her house. Every step he took felt like Heaven as he continued with the next verse,

"Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?

Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?

Does enchantment pour, out of every door?

No, its just on the street where you live!"

He was in front of her house now, and then he was scrambling towards the side of her house where he knew her room's window was, but he didn't try to attract her attention yet. He was slightly nervous, after all, and thought perhaps that it would be best to try the front door first. So he set off back around to the front of the house, and, as he did, continued his song, having not stopped bouncing to the invisible tune,

"And, O!, the towering feeling,

Just to know, somehow, you are near,

The overpowering feeling,

That any second, you may suddenly appear."

He was bouncing up towards the door now, his progress held back by the occasional twirl of giddy emotion or, just once or twice, the occasional flip or other such perfectly executed acrobatic act. Soon enough he was at the stoop of her door, and he knocked, never halting his bouncing to the beat, though he did extend the length of the period between verses a good deal. He knocked. And waited. Knocked again. And waited. Then he glanced over towards the driveway next to him, and flopped down with a small sigh. She wasn't home. Then his face perked up a bit as he noticed a few people looking at him oddly form across the street, and, after making certain that his blue elfishness wasn't showing, he finished the last verse,

"People stop and stare, but they don't bother me,

For there is no where else on Earth that I would rather be,

Let the time go by, I won't care if I,

Can be here on the street where you live!"

Then,, stretching out across the Sefton's porch he waited for them to get home. Sure, the figure of Kurt laying out on their front porch, likely as the sun began to set, would freak them out. Kurt didn't care. He was happier here, with here being a mixture of Cloud 9 level bliss and Amanda's house, than he'd ever been before. And he had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

(A/N: Okay, it's a bit short, and based mainly off of how much I love that song, but I liked it. Hope you guys did too. I'd really love to hear if you did. (*cough*reviews!*cough) And, when I get another idea for a short little fic on our favorite fuzzy's love-life, you'll be able to find it here.)