Chapter 10

Kurt walks in the room after an hour. I cross my arms, "Where have you been?" I tease him.

"Out." He say, his eyes widening.

"I figured that much out," I smirk, "seriously, were you out with your new boyfriend?"

Kurt blushes, "Maybe."

"When are you going to tell me his name?" I groan.

Kurt sighs, "How about I tell you his first name, and you cannot tell a soul not even you beloved Noah."

"Yes Kurt, I promise," I roll my eyes.

"You swear?" Kurt raises an eyebrow.

"Yes, Kurt, Gosh are you going to make me swear on the Bible?" I ask jokingly.

Kurt cocks his head to the right, "I'm considering it."

"Kurt," I whine.

"Fine, his name is Scott," Kurt sighs, "He's on the soccer team, and he's not exactly 'out' yet so you better not tell anyone!"

I giggle, "Aw Kurt, that's adorable, I knew you went for the jocks. I promise I won't tell anyone about Scott, what does he look like?"

"That you're going to have to wait for." Kurt decides as he sits down on his bed and starts muttering about how my hair is trapped in a ponytail whilst it could be free and fully expressed if I had let him do it.

I sigh as I let my thoughts wander. All I can seem to think about is a certain jock with an admittedly badass haircut. Kurt can almost read my mind, "So how did your project go?"

I blush, knowing it's my turn to spill, "It was fun. We finished the project and then we watched the most stupid movie ever made, but I kind of didn't want it to end."

Kurt smirks, "I knew you'd end up falling for him."

"I know, I know. I can't help it, I have a thing for bad-boys." I admit.

Kurt sighs, "Want to watch some more Beyonce videos?"

I agree as Kurt starts skimming through his iPod.

The next day at school Noah is at my locker waiting for me when I arrive. I smile to him as I see Artie walking down the hall.

"Hey, Noah let me catch up with you in a second, I have to go ask Artie something." I chase after the wheel chair that is rolling down the hall.

"Hey, Artie," I grab hold of the wheelchair and start pushing.

"Morning Scarlet," Artie yawns, "Thanks for giving my arms a rest at this early hour."

I nod, "No problem, so who's that girl that you like oh so much?"

Artie blushes, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"C'mon Artie," I tease, "you are talking to a girl that has been best friends with Kurt her whole life. I think I can tell when someone is crushing, he's trained me well."

Artie caves, "Fine her name is Abby Sylvester, her mom works here and is a real piece of work. So please don't say anything."

"Why don't you ask her to homecoming?" I ask curiously.

Artie blinks, "Well, for one thing, I am in a wheelchair and I can't dance."

"So," I ask, "you don't need to dance, it's awesome to just hang out, and I'm sure that she could wheel you around if she wanted."

Artie blushes again, "Well, there's also the courage issue."

I sigh as I pull out a pen and paper, I also grab some tape. I slowly scribble on the paper and I tape it to Artie's shirt, as I see Abby walking down the hall. I give Artie a little push (literally) and his wheelchair bumps into her. She looks at the paper that is taped to his chest that says "Hi, I'm Artie, would you like to go to homecoming with me."

I want to stick around to see what happens but Noah snakes his arm around me and pulls me to his locker. I am immediately loving this as he starts to talk, "Hey, Scar, I know that I already asked you to the dance, but how would you like going to game also. I'm going to be playing and it'd be awesome if you came to support me."

I blush, "I'd be honored to go the game Noah."

Noah walks me to Spanish and every other class that day, our hands intertwined as if they are two pieces or a puzzle that were designed for eachother.