Funny how the blind guy is the only one who notices anything. Like today for example, I walked in on Finn and Quinn having a hot make out session. They continued even though I was in there. Its like everyone thinks I'm Helen Keller and I don't get what's going on.

Another example was this morning in the locker room. Apparently a huge football player, David Karofsky, pulled Kurt (who was visiting from wherever the hell) into the locker room to talk to him. Well neither of them new I was in there listening. One thing led to another and SMASH! Sloppy make outs between a closet case football player and an openly gay music major. Kurt got super upset and ran off. And me being the idiot I am I said, "whoa man, you nailed that one." Which got me punched in the face. Then followed an awkward conversation on how I knew what was going on since I was clear on the other side of the room and being blind and all.

Karofsky and I made an agreement to never talk about this situation again. Then I continued on with my day. But now I can't get this guy out of my head. I never even thought about a guy before. Now the strangest thoughts swam around my brain like what he looks like and if we could ever hang out again and even if he could sing. What is wrong with me? I never thought I would be gay. I don't think I have ever been attracted to anyone before. I remember having a crush on Max when was twelve but that was more like admiration than love.

And I don't know what made me do this, but I decided to join the football team.

IN BEISTE'S OFFICE

"You're kidding right?" The large woman sat behind a desk staring at me with what I guess was disbelieving eyes.

"No Ma'am. I would not kid about this." I replied pointedly.

"How do you think you're going to be able to help the team? As in what can you give the team?" Coach Beiste asked with slight interest but mostly irritation.

"I have a good kick. If you give me the coordinates to where to kick, I am positive I will make it through." I have never kicked a football in my life, but I did participate in 'family soccor times' as Gazzy and Angel called it.

There was a long silence until the coach sighed. "Fine. I'll give you ONE chance, and if you make it through then meet me at 4:00 pm tomorrow for your first practice. Got it?"

I smiled and nodded. Then coach grabbed me by the elbow and half dragged half carried me to what I believe was the field. She then placed me in the center.

"Okay kid, just kick it at 12:00 o'clock. Can you manage that?" I nodded.

It felt like a whole stadium was watching me, but it was probably just the football team. A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead. I'm not sure if it was from the heat or nervousness. Finally backing up a couple of steps, I took a running start and kicked as hard as I could.

At first there was silence, then loud cheering came from my left. Suddenly I was being lifted up and a large crowd cheered below me. There was way too many people for this just to be the football team.

Once everything died down, Coach Beiste finally explained, "You just won us a game kid."

I was bewildered. "That was a real game?"

"More like a bet game."

"What's that?"

"Its a term I use for an unofficial game that people bet on which team will win."

"Oh."