Blaine stood holding Dylan's hand, while he browsed through the different booths.
"I have to have that!" Dylan said pointing to a grey scarf with thin black tassels. He pulled his wallet out, "How much is it?"
"$25. It's two seasons old so I was completely ready to part with it." Kurt answered. "It's Alexander McQueen, so follow the washing instructions. It's not a scarf your grandma made."
"Ok. Thanks." Dylan said about to hand Kurt his money.
"No, I'll get it. $25 right?" Blaine asked. Kurt could only nod yes. He could believe what was happening in front of him.
"Thanks Kurt." Dylan said taking the decorated pink bag Kurt had given him. Kurt gave a brief smile and watched as the two boys walked away hand in hand...again. He caught a tear before it left his eye.
"Kurt? Are you ok?" Mercedes asked approaching her best friend's booth.
"Fine. Why do you ask?" Kurt asked.
"Well, you haven't taken your eyes off Blaine and Dylan since they got her, and I saw what just happened. I know how you feel about Mr. Anderson." Mercedes replied.
"It's just not fair. I don't stand a chance. Have you seen Dylan Michalchuk? If Matthew McConaughey and David Beckham had a baby, it would be Dylan Michalchuk. How is Rock Hudson and Liza Minnelli's baby supposed to compete with that?" Kurt said sounding defeated.
"That boy may be fine but he is not Kurt Hummel. You've got it all. Looks, charm, rare and amazing vocal talent. If Blaine doesn't see all of that and want to be with you then it's his loss." Mercedes said trying to comfort her friend.
"That's sweet of you to say Mercedes." Kurt said with a weak smile. "But Dylan has three things that I don't have. Long legs, blonde hair and a body that would make Kellan Lutz cry."
"So what?"
"I've told you about the GAP debacle. Dylan could be Jeremiah's twin. Except this time the feeling are being reciprocated." Kurt said looking down at his brand new riding boots. Mercedes was speechless. She didn't know what else to say to her friend to cheer him up. Inside, she knew there was nothing she could say. She knew what it was like to secretly yearn for someone but to have your heart break into a million pieces when you see them holding hands with someone else, or kissing someone else. "You ok, diva?"
"Yeah." She said focusing back on Kurt. "Let's close down your booth and then you can come over and we'll have a lady chat." Kurt nodded his head and silently started to pack up.
A/N: I don't own Kellan Lutz, unfortunately. Or Glee, or Degrassi. Please read and review. It only takes a second. Thanks for reading.