Kurt sat on the floor. That was the 5th time that day that the jocks has walked past and smashed him into the metal lockers. Kurt knew he was going to have bruises, that his porcelain skin would be tainted for a few days, but he was used to it; at least they didn’t slushie him, it took forever to get the often blue stains out of his clothes, and would kill if his new Alexander McQueen cardigan even SMELT of slushie.
It was nearing Valentine’s Day, so the halls were covered in pink hearts and loved-up couples. Even in Glee club he couldn’t get away from the lovey-dovey atmosphere. Finn and Rachel had been dating for months now, and Kurt had finally got over his crush in the summer of sophomore year, so they were whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears. Artie & Brittany and Mike & Tina were sat closely, whispering to each other, and not-so-infrequently kissing the cheek of their partner. Quinn and Santana were sat at the front, talking about the weekend. They weren’t really very close, but 2 years with Coach Sylvester, both having dated Finn and Puck and being in Glee club made them friends. Puck and the new transfer kid, Rory, were sat talking about the difference between football and soccer here in America and in Ireland. He spotter Mercedes in the back row, so went and sat next to her, and they started chatting about the shopping tip that they had had planned for weeks.
“Guys! I know it’s almost Valentine’s Day, and you want to spend time with your significant others, but please, keep it PG!” Mr Schuester yelled as he rushed into the class.
Rachel and Finn reluctantly pulled off each other, and the other couples just separated slightly.
“Right. Your assignment for this week is love songs.” Mr Schue continued.
Several people, namingly the ‘singletons’ and Finn groaned. Simultaneously, the couples cheered in hushed voices.
“But…”
Everyone looked at Mr Schue.
“They can’t be popular love songs. They have to be songs that aren’t often played, or aren’t obviously love songs. They don’t have to be about your partners, or your crush, it could be about a pet or a friend, or your family.”
You could almost see the cogs turning in everyone’s head, everyone trying to think of a song. Everyone except Kurt that was. He knew Mr Schue had said it could be about a friend, or his family, but he knew that everyone was going to sing a love song to their other half, it was Valentines after all. Kurt had a big problem with this; he didn’t have anyone. After he FINALLY opened his eyes to Finn, and realised he wasn’t worth it, Kurt didn’t have a crush on anyone. Sure, he found people like Taylor Launtner and Daniel Radcliffe attractive, but who didn’t?! Kurt thought he wasn’t going to bother this time round, he knew he wouldn’t be fully appreciated anyway, and he had no one to sing to. ‘What is the point?’ he questioned himself. He never thought he would find anyone in a small-minded town like Lima, well, he didn’t think he would find anyone full stop.
That was until his shopping trip with Mercedes that weekend.
“I want to go to Gap.” Mercedes said, well almost yelled over Kurt’s speech about Patti LuPone’s new book.
“Gap. Seriously Mercedes?! Gap? I really need to get to New York. Fine, but you owe me.” Mercedes smiled at him.
“I never thought I’d go near this place.” Kurt muttered as Mercedes dragged him towards the store.
The closer they got, they heard music coming from the shop. It wasn’t normal radio or CD music, it was an acapella group. There was a group of acapella singers singing in the Gap. And they sounded good.
“They’re the Warblers,” Mercedes whispered to Kurt “We’re up against them in sectional in a few weeks.”
“They sound amazing. It would help if they dressed a little better, but fashion is something we can definitely beat them in ey?” Kurt joked
Kurt eyes were drawn to the main singer. He was following round an employee, singing the most innuendo-filled song on the planet.
‘Probably his boyfriend, someone with such a perfect voice can’t be single.’ Kurt thought.
“We should get out of here, if they recognize us; they’ll think we’re spying.” Kurt whispered to Mercedes
“But I really need to get something. Come on, they won’t recognize us.”
The song finished, and Mercedes dragged Kurt into the shop.
While she was looking through a row of tops which Kurt thought looked disastrous, Kurt looked for the lead singer. There were a few Warblers dotted around, but none of them were ‘the boy with the dreamy voice’. He glanced over toward the exit, and there he was, sat outside on a bench, looking at the floor.
“Mercedes, I’m going to get some air. The smell in here is making me want to be sick.” Kurt lied.
He needed to see what the boy looked like. He needed to match a face to the voice. Kurt strangely hoped that the boy’s face wasn’t as perfect as his voice. In some twisted way, it would be better for him; Kurt wouldn’t fall for someone he thought unachievable. Kurt had fallen for the boy’s voice, he was utterly hypnotized by it; that’s why, he suspected, Mercedes had got him to come into Gap, he wasn’t thinking properly.
As Kurt made his way toward the door, he thought what he was going to say. He couldn’t just stand there and look at the boy until he looked up, he would look like a stalker or something. He got to the doors, and took a deep breath.
‘Here goes nothing!’ he thought
“I thought I’d come and tell you that you sounded amazing,” Kurt paused.
“I’m Ku..” Kurt couldn’t finish his sentence. The boy had looked up, and Kurt found himself looking into the most gorgeous hazel eyes he had ever seen.