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14 Reasons I Love You

14. You know I'm superstitious. One of my superstitions is that a measure of how good the relationship will be is how cute the meeting story is, the proper one, the one where you both saw each other for the first time.

We had a damn cute meeting story.

At least, I think so.

McKinley Middle School

"Kurt! Kurt! Hey," Rachel Berry said, catching up to him. Rachel had taken to following him around, which was somewhat irritating, but he tolerated her because she was very much like him in terms of proper speaking, unlike those, those boors she used to have for friends, and she made the most godly pancakes known to Mankind.

"Rachel," he acknowledged, tilting his nose at her. "How goes it?"

"I'm doing very well in Mathematics now," she said, "Thanks for the personal tutoring."

"Oh, you're very welcome," Kurt said. "You know that there are a few girls that would kill for the chance to be personally tutored by me, right?"

"Oh, yes," Rachel said. "I appreciate what you did for me. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Kurt raised his nose. "Not at the moment."

"Maybe I'll make you some pancakes?"

Kurt dropped his pose faster than he could say 'Marion Cotillard', which was pretty damn fast. "Yes! Yes, you could do that! Ahem, I mean, certainly."

"Okay," Rachel said. "Umm...see you around, I guess? I've got to get to English."

"Bye," he said, waving at her until she turned the corner.

Useful, perhaps, but not inherently likeable. Kurt walked to his next class, slowly, calmly, regally.

Thud.

Kurt gasped and sat up, the fall having driven the air out of his lungs. What department store had run him over, and who put it there?

He opened his eyes (when had they shut?)

A girl blinked at him, brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Hello," Kurt said, warily. She didn't look familiar. A new power in the school? Or someone destined to fade into the crowd?

"I'm Brittany," the girl said, shyly. "Hi?"

"I'm Kurt," Kurt said, and held out his hand, rising to his feet. "Welcome to McKinley Middle School."

"Hi, Kurt," the girl said. "I was heading to the field. It's a saint's day today, you know, and I wanted to head outside to say hi to the bees."

Kurt blinked. "Today's a saint's day?"

"Everyday's a saint's day," the short blonde girl said, then turned around. "It's good to meet you."

"Wait, wait!" Kurt said, catching up to her. "What do you mean, today's a saint's day?"

"It's St. Valentine's Day today, isn't it?"

Kurt peered around the halls, bereft of what would be their usual Valentine's regalia.

"...No. That's...Monday."

"Oh," the girl said. "Then I guess I should've gone to Science." She frowned. "But I don't know where that is."

"I've got Science too," Kurt said. "C'mon, I'll take you."

Las Vegas High School

"Today's a same day, the same things are for today, are you the same? Today's a same day..."

"Brittany!" her mum yelled, "Get to the bus!"

Brittany walked out of her house, still humming that tune. The jazz band had come up with it, and RT, her boyfriend, had sung it to her, just a little ditty that stuck in her head. Okay, so there'd been a little more to it, but that's all she remembered.

It was cute. She remembered it, a lot.

She cocked her head to one side, and the bus pulled up in front of her.

"Today's the same day, the same things are for today, are you the same? Today's the same day..."

A boy, sitting on the bus, looked up at the song. "Hi," he said shyly. "That's the jazz band song, right? The one RT wrote?"

"Huh?" Brittany said, looking up.

"Hey, sit down over here," the boy said, patting the seat.

"I dunno..."

The bus lurched, bouncing over a run of rocks. Brittany sat down hurriedly.

"I'm Kurt," the boy smiled. "I'm in choir really, but I know RT really well, since he's in choir too."

"Oh, right," Brittany said. She thought about it. "I've never heard of you though."

Kurt's face fell. "Oh, that's okay. It's probably safer if he doesn't."

"I like you."

"Huh?"

Brittany bit her lip. "You seem really nice. So I like you."

"Oh. You're...Brittany? RT's girlfriend? The cheerleader one?"

"Yeah," Brittany said, happily. "I'm a cheerleader!"

"It suits you," Kurt said sincerely.

"Thanks."

"So, uh," Kurt said, "I guess you got the song stuck in your head?"

"Today's the same day," Brittany sang.

"The same day as yesterday," Kurt sang to her, and rummaged around in his bag.

"The same things are for today-"

"Cause we are all the same-"

"You're firing a girl out of the cannon? How'd you even get Mr. Figgins to approve that?"

"She's hysterical, porcelain. You'll have to calm her down."

"You're insane, Coach Sylvester. No offense."

"I'm more sane than the rest of the world, lady face. It will be spectacular."

Kurt gave her one wide-eyed look, and fled.

"Hi, I'm Kurt," Kurt said, clambering up next to her on the tree branch. He laid a hand on her knee. "You're Brittany, right?"

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