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I decided to try Kurt's point of view this time. There actually is some action in this chapter!

Chapter Two

I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked quite spiffy, I'll say, with my new Alexander McQueen I had bought on sale—I loved a good sale—and it was awesome. I really wanted to impress all the girls with this new addition to my wardrobe.

I wanted to impress one girl.

To impress this one girl in a different way.

This one girl?

Rachel.

Yes, Rachel Berry.

She was crazy, I'll freely admit, but that made her so lovable. Her crazy was just ambition, which God knows I have so much of.

I wanted to get out of the dang town of losers and crazies. I wanted to become the next Anthony Luciano—the best handbag designer ever, in my opinion. And if Rachel was on Broadway, I would make purses for her.

That was assuming she liked me back. Which she most definitely didn't. I saw her making puppy dog eyes at Finn most every day. Why didn't the two just hook up?

I had once been standing within earshot of hearing her turn him down.

"I'm sorry," she had said, dark brown eyes looking as if they were straining to stay trained on Finn. "I like someone else. Someone with a much more stylish fashion sense and who actually is smart."

Finn hadn't noticed the blow to his intelligence. "You're dating Jesse again, aren't you?" he demanded.

Rachel looked like she was stifling laughter. "That idiot? He's even dumber than you! He just hid it behind his superb singing expertise."

I really, really like Rachel. She was almost the total opposite of me.

She had no fashion sense.

I had perfect fashion sense.

She was straight.

I was gay.

She was acknowledged for her excellent singing.

I wasn't.

So many more.

I glanced at clock—seven twenty-three. I had to get to school. Grabbing my bag, I raced out the door and to my car.

***

School was normal. None of my classes were with Rachel, and all the teachers droned on about stuff I already knew.

I stared at the clock.

Twenty minutes until school was over, and Glee rehearsal was twenty-five minutes away.

The teacher sat down at her desk. "Free time!" she called. "I can't teach with this killer migraine."

I sighed in relief—no notes to take, no pop quizzes to worry about popping up.

Twelve minutes until Glee.

I started to put my books in my bag, paying close care to which book and note book went. There was a piece of paper—a note—out of place.

Glancing around, making sure no one could look at it, I opened the note.

It was a picture of me and Rachel, her arm slung over my shoulder. It was one of her better fashion moments—she wasn't wearing one of those terrible argyle cardigans and knee socks. This was taken after we won Regionals last year.

The thing that was different about this picture was that my face was circled in hearts, and, in a larger heart, was K+R. Who could "R" be? R…Rachel. Rachel was the only one who might do this, and the only one I'd want to.

How did the picture get in my bag? No one got near my bag as I always had it on hand. The time it might have happened was during class, when I slung the bag over my chair and I couldn't see it, so Rachel couldn't have done it. She never was in any of my classes, and she always sat front row, smack dab in the middle.

"What's that?" David Karofsky sneered, grabbing the paper out of my hand. "Looks like you got yourself an admirer." His eyes widened. "And the infamous Rachel Berry, too! So you two are an item, then?"

I could feel my face blush pink. "No, I-I just found this in my bag. Why would Rachel and I be dating?"

Karofsky grinned almost evilly. "Maybe 'cause she loves you! Wait 'til I spread the news."

No, no, no, no, no! What would Rachel think? I could feel the blood draining from my face, leaving it pale and ghostly. Should I just say we were dating? It would be easier, and I would tell Rachel immediately—Glee was in six minutes.

"I lied to you," I said, crossing my arms, hoping he couldn't hear my racing heart. "Rachel and I are dating. But we're keeping it secret, so if you tell anyone, I'll get all my football friends to beat your butt to Pluto and back several times."

Karofsky look confused. "What's Pluto? Sounds like a cool car."

"It's the furthest planet out there," I explained in a slow voice, as if he were two years old. "It's technically not a planet, but it deserves to be one."

The bell rang, saving me from any more conversation with him. I was the first one out the classroom, walking speedily to the choir room, dodging slushies.

Rachel was in the room already—she was always the first—and no one else was there.

"Rachel!" I said, walking quickly up to her. "Listen, I'm really sorry, but Karofsky was really bothering me, and there was this picture of you and me, and I had to tell him we were dating. I'm real sorry. Do you mind?"

She looked real happy, grinning from one ear to another. "Karofsky thinks we're dating? The whole school will know soon. I can't wait to see what everyone will think."

I had to smile too. "Do you mind?" I repeated.

She shrugged. "Not at all, but are we going to tell our fellow Glee clubbers? And what did you say about a picture?"

I paused, turning my slightly to the side. "The Cheerios will for sure tell, and it's hard to keep secrets from them. And the picture, it was the one of us after winning Regionals last year, the one with you with your arm around my shoulders."

Rachel interrupted, "Yeah, that one's my favorite."

I nodded absently. "And this picture, it had small hearts doodled around my face"—

Rachel blushed.

—"and in a larger heart it said K plus R."

She blushed even deeper. "Yeah, about that—"

She was cut off by the rest of the Glee club members entering the room, Mr. Schue included.

Finn looked like he was ready to kill, and Mercedes looked at me like I was crazy.

"What's this I hear that you two are dating?" Mercedes said, one hand on her hip. "I thought you were gay, Kurt, and that you, Rachel, were dating Finn."

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