Kurt could admit he loved the spotlight. Put him center stage, give him one of the greatest anthems in Broadway's history with a single spotlight and he would happily stay there for as long as he could manage it. He dreamed of making people stop and look at him because of jealousy of his superior taste, not confusion as to what exactly he was wearing. And while he would never admit to anyone, except maybe Mercedes, being the subject of a blind item on Page Six wouldn't exactly be the end of his world.

However, even a self-admitted attention whore like himself could admit to his limits. And by third period he had reached his.

It wasn't like he expected there to be no reaction today. He and Matt had talked about that. Well, he amended as he went to take his usual seat; they talked a little bit about it. He knew there would be stares and whispers. The paint job he spotted on Matt's locker after first period hadn't really surprised him. Clearly they couldn't toss Matt in the dumpster and it was unlikely the worst of the jocks would let one of their own get away with stepping away from the status quo. Hell, he knew they still gave Finn crap for joining glee almost daily. He absolutely hated it for Matt and had nearly taken the janitor's head off when the unfortunate man had come around the corner, but Kurt was fairly confident if the older man didn't want the story about being part of Brittany's perfect record to get around, it would be covered up before lunchtime.

That was nothing. It came with the territory of being gay in Lima. He had years of experience under in Gucci belt in dealing with that nonsense. No, what was driving him nuts were the now constant not-so-subtle glances at him to the empty seat Matt had been assigned next to him by the freak logic of Mrs. Holzman at the beginning of the year. If one more classmate looked at that seat and then gave him a look that reminded him of Puck when the one of the girls fell during staging wearing a skirt, he was going to scratch that poor unfashionable soul's eyes out.

Really, what did they expect? Because he and Matt just happened to sit next to each other this period, they were going to give the entire class a free show? Ok, maybe so far, they didn't have the best track record at keeping their hands to themselves, Kurt allowed but that was in the privacy of their rooms. Outside of one incident, it wasn't like there was an extensive known history of this thing. He sincerely doubted that Matt would ever be comfortable with public displays of affection beyond holding hands in the hallway. Which Kurt was totally fine with. He may have learned techniques to deal with the homophobic knuckle-draggers he was forced to walk the halls with, but contrary to public opinion he actually didn't go out of his way to court their attention.

And besides all that, this was world history and they were reviewing the French Revolution. Who in their right mind would actually got turned on by mass beheadings?

The looking at him stopped only when Matt made his way into class. Dear Gaga, Kurt had never seen Matt look so uncomfortable and that included the Monday after the football team lost to the all girls' school from Tennessee. Matt barely took his eyes off the floor as he made his way to his seat, looking up only to avoid crashing into Stacy Hampton as she made her way to turn in her umpteenth extra credit assignment. He kept his eyes trained on his desk, those poor shoulders straining from the tension.

Kurt wanted to do something. Offer a smile, a wave, tell him a joke. Anything so long as it helped somewhat. But judging by the fact no one was paying a shred of attention to Mrs. Holzman as she walked into the classroom wearing stirrup pants of all things, Kurt knew if he and Matt so much as made eye contact right now, it would be all over the gossip chain before class let out. Mrs. Holzman could spot a note being passed from three miles away but she always seemed to miss massive amounts of texting. And clearly the last thing Matt wanted or needed at this point was more attention.

Glancing at the clock, Kurt made a quick calculation. One more class and then lunch; where they would have to face not only roughly half of the student body but Sam. He had been successful in avoiding Sam so far today but Kurt realized his luck probably wouldn't hold. Finn had told him multiple times last night running into exes was always tricky but eventually it did get better, citing himself and Quinn as an example, but that didn't mean Kurt was exactly in a hurry to see if Finn was actually right about this subject. And Kurt was quite sure the last thing Sam wanted to see right now was him being anywhere near Matt, which was exactly where Kurt planned to be during lunch.

He needed a plan of attack, so to speak. Racing through all the possible options, he smiled when the solution revealed itself to him. It was perfect. It would be empty during lunch and even if well meaning friends decided to look for them there, they would never see them. Slipping his phone from his pocket, he quickly texted Matt a simple message while keeping his eyes straight ahead. This, this was a step in the right direction.

Matt had to admit he had been skeptical about Kurt's plan. For one thing, it was a Kurt plan and those didn't work. But perhaps this one had the advantage of it actually being thanks to Coach Sylvester. Kurt had explained Santana and Brittany showed him where Coach Sylvester would stand to spy on Mr. Schue when they used the auditorium. Why exactly Coach Sylvester was so obsessed about their practices Matt couldn't explain but he was glad she was slightly psychotic. Thanks to her obsession Mr. Schue and his hair, he was in probably the one place no one in this school would be able to find him.

"She does not have a brochure for this." Kurt protested. "You are making that up."

Matt shook his head as he tore of f a corner of his sandwich. "Nope. The brochure exists. I'm betting Mr. Schue brings it to glee and tries to give it to me again."

Kurt shook his head slowly. "I now feel the overwhelming urge to make up something completely ridiculous just to see if she has a brochure for it."

"You can just give me a running list since I have to see her once a week now." Matt rolled his eyes as he kicked his foot out.

Kurt winced. Ms. Pillsbury was certainly nice and her sense of style was impeccable. He still felt bad about ruining those adorable heels she had on thanks to April Rhodes's destructive influence, which so reminded him he still owed her a new pair of shoes. And he had no doubt her heart was in the right place. However, just by looking at the annoyed expression on Matt's face he could tell this wasn't exactly the greatest plan in the world. "For how long?"

"Until I get better footing. Whatever that is." Matt shrugged. "I just need to get a solid plan together and convince her it will work. That should take care of it."

"A plan would definitely help." Kurt admitted slowly. "But she probably won't want to stop seeing you until you talk about some of this."

"Talking about it won't change anything."

"No but it might make you feel better."

"I'll feel better when people find someone new to stare at." Matt insisted.

"Hate to break this to you but people will always stare at you." Kurt smiled grimly. "Trust me your days of being invisible are over."

"People don't stare at you just because you're gay." Matt corrected. "They stare at you because you demand attention. Not on purpose I don't think. Most of the time at least. It's just who you are."

"And yet you realize if we're seen together, you'll be stared at too."

"Not so. See at they will at first but then they'll be looking at you and forget I'm there."

"See that's where you're wrong. Cause I think you're pretty unforgettable."