It had been two years since that moment. Two years passed between seeing his smile and hearing him call me pretty, but I never forgot about it. In those two years nothing like what I went through at that gas pump happened again. Not with him, not with anyone else. I was in tenth grade when I saw him at that gas pump, I was a senior now.

Whenever we finally got to Kurt's house that day I didn't let on about what had happened, because in truth I didn't really know what happened myself. It wasn't a big deal, but then again it was. It felt more different than I should of. I wish I could've gotten his number, his name, something.

I remember in Junior High reading The Outsiders and I finally understood what one of the Socs meant. When you have everything you could ever want, there isn't anything left to desire. So instead you're left feeling empty and numb and always searching for something else to look forward to. I found something to want that Saturday. I found what I'd been searching for.

Him.

"Hey Cedes', you ready to get this show on the road yet?" Santana asked me now.

We were sitting in her car the morning of our first day back to school. I guessed I zoned out again. I've been doing that a lot these last couple of years. Santana's noticed me drifting off into another realm sometimes when she talks to me. I blow it off as being tired or having a lot on my mind, which are both terrible lies. I haven't really had much of anything on my mind except him.

"Yeah, I am. Let's go."

I saw Kurt after I left Santana so she could go find Brittany before class started. He was putting his new supplies up in his locker, the same locker he's had for the last four years.

"Kurt!" I exclaimed, shocking him out of his solitude.

He jumped, placing his hand over his heart and glaring at me. "Jones…" He started warningly.

"Ready for our last year of high school to start?" I asked, trying to get out of him threatening my existence.

His expression changed to something full of happiness. "More than anything."

"I'm so glad we finally have more than just Glee together, y'know?" I started up the usual conversation between us. I bring up a subject we both have strong opinions about, Kurt rants about it. It was easy to get him going, and I didn't have to say much.

"Blaine and I are going to Breadstix after school, you wanna come?" Kurt asked a few minutes later, after we had made it to our first hour together.

And watch you two have eye sex with each other? No thanks. "Mom's taking me shopping after school today, babe. I can't. You know I would if I could." I said, frowning and making my most disappointed face at him.

I loved my friends. I just didn't love them so much when they were with their boyfriends or girlfriends.

"Would you?" Kurt asked me, his eyes narrowing.

That question threw me off. "Of course I would! Why wouldn't I?"

"Because," He started, threading his fingers together. Kurt only did that when he was nervous or something was bugging him. "Every time I ask if you want to go with me and Blaine somewhere, you always say no. But if it's just me, you'll go. Or if it's Santana and I, you'll go. But once I bring Blaine into the equation, you say no. "

"What are you getting at, Kurt?"

"You don't like Blaine." He stated, almost making it sound like a question.

"Yes I do!" I did like Blaine, I really did. I just didn't like being in the vicinity of Kurt and Blaine, that's all. Blaine was a really cool guy, and I've known him as long as he and Kurt had been dating. I liked him as long as he kept Kurt happy.

"Then come to Breadstix with us after school."

"No. I just told you my mom's taking me shopping! I can't just cancel on her Kurt. You know that."

"Fine then, come with us tomorrow night." Kurt pressed.

"I'll try to." I said an uneasy feeling manifesting itself in the pit of my stomach.

It was fourth hour now, the last hour before we were dismissed for lunch. My fourth hour was AP Politics and Government, and it was boring to say the least. We were discussing the Legislative Branches, something I learned about in eighth grade, when someone walked into the classroom. I couldn't tell you who walked in, my head was laying on my desk, and I was turned in the opposite direction of the door.

"What's your name again?" I heard Mr. Codwell asking someone.

I couldn't quite make out what the other person said, they were so quiet. It sounded like Liam, or Sam.

"Okay then Sam, welcome to AP PG. You can take a seat next to Mike Chang. Mike, raise your hand."

I could hear girls behind me whispering about how hot the new guy was, and I rolled my eyes. Considering that I was in an Advanced Placement class, you'd think I'd be able to avoid this kind of fuckery, but of course I wasn't.

"Now, does anyone know if Ronald Reagan supported Government provided healthcare?" Mr. Codwell asked.

"Of course he didn't! President Reagan believed in people pulling theirs selves up by their bootstraps, why would he do that?" Rachel Berry scoffed, sounding indignant.

Sometimes I hated that Rachel girl. She always thought she was right when she wasn't, and no matter how much I tried she always got solos in Glee club. It was the most frustrating thing in the world. Rachel got what she wanted all the time, and she knew she did. I got what I wanted most of the time, too. But I wasn't obnoxious about it.

I didn't bother proving her wrong, that would only start up crap in Glee that I didn't need. We needed to get our acts together before regionals came this year, and I didn't want Rachel and her ego ruining our shots once again. While I knew that if I got all the solos I would never let my inner diva get in the way of what I wanted, I'd never get the chance to show my fellow members how great of a leader I could be. Rachel made sure of that. Sure it wasn't all her fault; it was Mr. Schue's too, but I liked Rachel a little bit less than him.

"Mercedes lift your head up this isn't nap time." Mr. Codwell said, sounding annoyed.

I raised my head as he asked and shifted so that I was leaning against the back of my chair, my head raised toward the ceiling.

"Actually," an unfamiliar voice spoke up. "Ronald Reagan supported government provided healthcare."

I started, my eyes following the voice I heard. I stopped cold. It was him. It had to be. Sure, he looked older than the last time I saw him, his hair was shorter, and his build more muscular, but it was him. No doubt.

I wonder if he'd be able to recognize me. I lost a little weight, got longer extensions and hyped up my wardrobe, but would I still be that girl in the car singing her heart out in his eyes?

"Exactly!" Mr. Codwell exclaimed happily, writing the word Politics on the board, and drew a line under the word before writing Contradictory Politics under it.

His name was Sam and he was smart. That was all I knew about him so far, but it was more than enough for the place in my heart reserved just for him to grow. I wanted him. I wanted Sam more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. And I intended to get him.

It's short, and simple. I tried to make up with quality where the quantity's lacking. Comments? Questions? Think it should be a Three Shot?