This prompt goes two ways, though it may only look like one. I hope you enjoy it.
Prompt: Windows
Words: 494
"Won't you tell me what's wrong?"
The boy with the blue eyes didn't look up. He was engrossed in the book that he was reading, those eyes of his darting across the page. But he had heard what the other boy had said, the one in the blazer who was sitting opposite him. He had just chosen not to respond. The shadow of a squirrel jumping from once branch to the next appeared on the table between them.
The boy with the blazer sighed. He closed his economics textbook and took off his glasses. He pushed his chair back so that he could stand. Turning to see the shelves behind him, he read the titles Predictably Irrational and Man's Search for Meaning. This was the section of the Lima Public Library that they'd trawled for hours, despite neither of them studying Psychology. He ran a finger down the spine of Why Love Matters before turning away abruptly.
"I'm going to get a coffee," he announced. "Um, I'll be back in a bit." He disappeared in the direction of the exit.
The boy left sitting at the table, Kurt Hummel, raised his eyes to watch his friend leave. He, too, sighed. He found a bookmark and placed it in his page, letting the book fall shut. He turned his head to the right to look out of the window at the trees and the animals playing in them. A bird twittered on a nearby branch. Kurt could almost imagine that he could hear it.
As he watched the world outside the window, he saw Blaine walking past on the sidewalk. He couldn't help the sense of calm that washed over his mind. He loved the boy so much. Even when he shut himself off, which was happening far more often than usual at the minute, Blaine could always get him to open up before too long. Kurt watched as Blaine stopped and turned around. Kurt squinted, trying to get a better look. It seemed like Blaine was talking to the ground. A dog, perhaps. Kurt smiled. Yes, he loved Blaine.
He returned his attention to the book in front of him. The cover was of Great Expectations, and that always made Kurt a little melancholy because inside was his mother's diary. The juxtaposition stung. He'd been given the book by his father a few days previously after Burt'd had a sort out of his wardrobe, following a grilling from Kurt. She'd bought the book just before their wedding, he'd been told, and had written in it as often as she could.
Kurt looked back out the window. He saw Blaine walking back - with three cups. Kurt watched as Blaine stopped again, then offered one of the cups to the pavement. A hand came up, a person stood, and Kurt saw the homeless woman thank Blaine. Kurt could see the gratitude from where he was sitting. He smiled. He would show the diary to Blaine.