AN: Set either during "Original Song" or shortly after. Inspired by lyrics from "Scar" by Missy Higgins.
Standing by Kurt's locker, a cup of coffee from the school lounge in each hand, I waited nervously for my boyfriend to make an appearance. Boyfriend. The thought that I actually had a boyfriend was both exciting and scary. As much as I cared for Kurt, there was still a part of me that was gun shy. The last time I had gone on anything resembling a date was the Sadie Hawkins dance and I had ended up in the hospital for a week following that fiasco. There was a part of me that was afraid of that happening again despite Dalton's zero tolerance no bullying policy.
I knew I shouldn't be worried as my peers had welcomed me here with open arms. I had more friends at Dalton than I ever had at my old school, even before I had come out. I had never hidden the fact that I was gay from my classmates here and while some were clearly uncomfortable around me, no one had been openly hostile to me on the subject. Still, I couldn't help but wonder if they would be so indifferent to Kurt and I holding hands in the hallway.
As I spotted him in the crowd of students though, I knew I wouldn't take back my confession or the kisses we had exchanged the day before for anything. Kurt took my breath away and the smile that lit up his face when he spotted me made me forget about the grey skies outside. Kurt was all the sunshine that I needed.
"Good morning," I greeted him, holding out the cup of coffee as he joined me in front of his locker.
"Morning," he replied, taking the coffee and looking around nervously. Apparently I wasn't the only one insecure about openly showing my feelings around the other students. "Thanks," he added, taking a sip of the latte I had brought him.
"Are you doing anything after rehearsal tonight?" I asked him.
"No, why?"
"I thought perhaps we could go grab something to eat off campus. Sort of our first official date," I added nervously.
"I'd like that," Kurt replied.
I saw the blush creep into his face as he reached for his lock.
"Here let me hold your coffee why you switch books," I said, reaching out to take the coffee from him.
"Thanks," he said, handing me the coffee and then opening his bag. Kurt switched out the books he needed to, closed his bag and locker, and then took the cup back.
Wordlessly, we turned from the locker and fell into step headed toward my first period class which was closer. I thought about reaching out to take his hand but held back. There was no need to go borrowing trouble. Kurt knew how I felt about him, and I knew how he felt about me. For now that was all we needed.