Kurt glared in their general direction, catching sight of his used to be best friend, Mercedes. As soon as her and Sam had gotten together, they were inseperable. It was as if Mercedes had forgotten that Kurt existed. After he glared at the couple, he huffed and had gotten his notebook out. He started mindlessly drawing doodles on the page, carelessly listening to the lecture that Mr. Shuester was giving.

A few minutes later, he jumped at the calling of his name, "Kurt!" He quickly looked up and saw the whole group staring at him, waiting for a responce.

"What do you think about the club doing All That Jazz from Chicago during Regionals?"

Kurt curtly nodded and went back to his notebook. Mr. Shuester went back to the board and put audition times up to be the lead singer. Kurt however was too busy worrying about teenage crisises to worry about solos at the moment. He was thinking about the future and what it might entail him, how he was going to get to that point and so on. Yes, graduation was next school year, but he was beginning to worry now.

He knew how the Glee Club worked, the system was always the same. Rachel and Finn always partnered together and sang duets. Mercedes would have occasional diva fits about the amount of Rachels solos, but resumed her "park and bark" status. Santana always sang the deep voiced, cool songs. Any R&B and Jazz song would do. Artie performed a lot of the raps. Puck thought he was a badass singing constant rock songs as long as the singers of those songs were Jewish. Brittany, Quinn, Tina, Mike, Lauren, Sam and Kurt, himself, were always cursed to dance behind them and sing the supporting vocals. That is, unless one of them got the rare, exclusive opportunity to sing a solo.

He looked at the couplings again and his heart sank. He was the only out gay student at school and the feeling stabbed him at the wrong times; this time being one of them. He wondered if there was anyone out there like him. Would they be searching for or thinking about him as well? Where would they be now? His thoughts were racing, that is until Mr. Shuester interrupted them-

"Kurt!" his head shot up, "Since you seem to be in La La Land, what were we just talking about?"

Kurt scratched the back of his neck and licked his lips, "Regionals."

Mr. Shuester closed his eyes as other students stiffled their laughter. He sighed and looked back up at the lonesome boy, "You're going to go to the Sign-Ups next week and take care of our registration, okay? Can I trust you to do that?"

Kurt slumped in his chair, "Yes."

"Next time, you pay attention when I'm presenting, alright?"

"Yes," he repeated the monotone response.

Mr. Shuester stared at Kurt for a few more seconds before returning to the board. Kurt changed the page of his notebook and held a pen to make it as least look like he was taking notes. He needed to get out of this meeting as soon he could. He couldn't be around these couples for while. He was sure it was just a faze and that he'd get over it in the meantime, but for now, it just hurt so much. Almost as if a knife was stabbing him in the chest.