"Oh my God, Kurt, are you okay?!" Rachel shouted as he walked into the choir room on Monday, his arm still wrapped in a long bandage. She rushed up to him and gave him a hug, nearly knocking him and his new backpack down. It had been a long day, even though the teachers were a little easier on him. He got even more strange looks in the hall from the state of his arm.Why must all of my long sleeves in the laundry...

"What happened?" He could hear the whispers flowing throughout the room like river; he watched as the other members turned to each other, searching for answers. Evidently, the confidentiality the principal promised had been upheld.

"I'd rather not talk about it," Kurt said quietly, trying to walk past Rachel to his open seat next to Sam.

"C'mon, Kurt," she whined, stopping him as she grabbed his good arm. "Your secret is safe with me-I mean, the glee club"

"Rachel, if he doesn't want to talk about it, then don't make him," Mercedes piped up from the back. Kurt ducked his head, feeling embarrassed and grateful at the same time. Rachel sighed in defeat and marched up to her chair in the front next to Finn, who shifted uncomfortably in his own. Kurt finally made it to his seat in peace.

"Hey," Sam turned to him, concern written all over his face, "are you okay?"

"Yeah," he sighed, turning back to the front, where Mr. Schuester was entering the room. He didn't feel like talking anymore.

Again, he felt isolated from the rest of the group. It had been so nice, feeling like he fit in for once. Now, he didn't think he'd ever feel accepted again. Karfosky had ruined that for him. It didn't help that old members of the football team were there in that room with him, old friends of Karfosky and those two guys...Kurt felt himself shrink in his seat. He felt so small.

"Okay, guys...oh, welcome back, Kurt," Mr. Schue addressed him, nodding his head in Kurt's direction. Kurt wiggled his fingers back unenthusiastically. He suspected that he, along with the rest of his teachers, knew what really happened. "So, we'll start with a quick warm-up and break up into our singing-gram groups, and then do a song for regionals..."

After a long rehearsal, Kurt sank into his chair at the library. They were going to sell the singing grams throughout the week; Kurt had to sell during his lunch period all week, so it would be a bit difficult to fit his homework in along with going to the library after school. There didn't seem to be that much of an interest in the grams both by the glee club (excluding Rachel, of course). The club knew no one would buy, and no one had yet asked the glee club about the excessive flyers around the high school. Kurt suspected they'd all be vandalized and ripped up by the end of Tuesday.

He wished that he could ask BDA to buy one, but that would break the rules...the rules had been broken before, however, but Kurt was one who stuck to his promises.

"He only knows my phone number, nothing more," Kurt whispered to himself, opening the Book to BDA's last entry. Kurt had not deleted the text from BDA. He couldn't bring himself to. Every time he'd see it, even if he was breezing past it in his inbox, he'd feel a stupid smile creeping up on his face. He opened it up often, probably more often than what was considered healthy.

Kurt was embarrassed by his entry after the incident. He told BDA all of his personal secrets, things no one else knew except a few teachers sworn to secrecy and the students involved. He asked him a stupid, stupid question. He was even dumb enough to write "Love" before his name. Kurt didn't know what compelled him to end the note like that. He never wrote "love"-it seemed juvenile. He still hoped that BDA didn't really notice, because he didn't say anything about it in his own note.

BDA answered Kurt's inquiry, the one he hastily added without even thinking:

Believe it or not, I have been kissed before...by a girl. It was a long time ago, though, and it's what made me truly realize that I'm gay.

It was a short, honest answer, and frankly, it was kind of weird talking to BDA about these sorts of things. He never talked about kissing or boys before-he suspected that Burt didn't want to, and didn't want to put him through that awkwardness. Kurt himself didn't really like talking about it, it was just...uncomfortable.

Now that I've had it done to me, I should be able to talk about it, he thought a few nights prior in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

That one doesn't count, he answered back. He then pushed the topic to the back of his mind, where it always was lying dormant, and fell asleep.

"I think it's time to face this issue," Kurt muttered to himself as he got up from his chair, going to grab a new book. He had one in mind, and he hoped BDA wouldn't kill him.

So I've decided that we should read a Nicholas Sparks book, considering that we've never done romance before (no,Twilightdoesn't count). I've never read anything like this, so here goes nothing.

I've heard of

The NotebookandDear Johna thousand times, but never reallyA Walk To Remember. Hopefully you've read this before so you know what to expect.

I liked your quote from Emerson, he's a pretty cool guy. Here's one: "Wherever you go, go with your heart"-Confucius. I know it's corny, but it's a good one if I do say so myself.
-KH
P.S I don't think I'll be able to finish the book because I have so much homework-thankfully I don't have to write, but my teachers expect me to type with one hand. I know, it's ridiculous! Well, I'm off to read the first chapter and then do French.

Au revior!

"Hey, Kurt!" Sam looked up from the table he was sitting at in the cafeteria, a big holiday decoration-ridden poster in front of him reading "Glee Club Holiday Singing Grams! 1 for $1!" He spied a few gold stars scattered about the sign—Rachel, he thought, shaking his head. Kurt took the empty seat beside him; Santana was on his other side, filing her nails.

"Hi, Sam," he replied quietly. He checked the metal, black box for the money in front of him. Aside from a couple of paper clips and a rubber band, it was empty. "Lots of revenue, huh?" He joked, chuckling a little. Sam turned to him with a confused look on his face, his large mouth frowning. Santana let out a great sigh and put her nail file into her bag, retrieving mascara as she removed her hand.

"I'm kidding," Kurt said quietly, sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs. Sam still looked puzzled.Oh, he probably doesn't know what that word means, Kurt realized, feeling stupid. Kurt had heard of Sam's difficulties in the classroom. He turned to Santana, daring to make conversation with her-well, it was more that he himself was befuddled. "Don't you need a mirror with that?"

"Since when did you think you were entitled to talk to me," she replied, her voice monotone. She did not even glance at him.That's right, most people don't like me, Kurt remembered bitterly, and he sat back in his chair, looking straight ahead.

"I'm kidding, pretty boy," she said after a few minutes of silence, placing her mascara back in her bag. "You may be the only boy I don't make out with at this school, but whatever." She looked out at the sea of students in the cafeteria, all sitting safely within their groups of friends. Suddenly, Santana jumped up on to the table.

"¡Ay, pendejos! Compren los boletos o voy a patear sus culos!Buy these singing grams, we sing pretty damn good, it's only a couple of dollars! Hey, you can even embarrass your friends with us, buy one for them, I don't know! Just do it!" She jumped back off with a smug look on her face as everyone stared at her. Some even got up from their chairs and walked over, green crinkling in their hands.

Kurt didn't know what the Spanish meant (he suspected it was bad), but he did know she made an awful grammar mistake.

"It's 'well'", he said quietly as he handed out the slips of paper for the small, growing crowd of his peers to fill out.

"What?" Santana smiled up at a boy and winked, handing him his change. He fumbled with it and turned away.

"You said that we sing 'pretty damn good'. It's 'well', not 'good'."

"Whatever, pretty boy. Or should I call you grammar Nazi? Nah, I like pretty boy," she said, licking her lips as a girl gave her a harsh look. "Anyway, I'm still waiting for a thank you, look at all of these grams we've sold!"

"We've only sold...uh, five," Sam counted the miniscule pile in front of him.

"You mean seven," Kurt gesticulated towards the two incoming slips from two giggling girls in front of him. "Who are we going to be singing to, ladies?" he asked kindly, trying to be social.

"Uh, our boyfriends," the curly-haired one replied uncomfortably. Wow, she really needs to invest in a new conditioner, Kurt commented in his head, her intonation hurting him.

"They're going to be so embarrassed! I mean, getting sung to by the glee club..." the blonde next to her rolled her eyes. Kurt knew she was some hot-shot sophomore.

"Listen up,idiotas," Santana butted in, her voice oozing with attitude. "The glee club is way cooler than you'll ever be. I could tell the whole school that you were crying in the bathroom after you accidently went to class with your skirt tucked into your underwear, but I don't know..." The girl's eyes were as large as soccer balls. "Now hand me the money, and I don't want to hear you insult this club again." They paid quickly and left, both whispering furiously to each other.

"Wow, Santana, you're the epitome of sass," Kurt said in awe.

Santana turned to him, staring into his eyes for a second and then kissing him straight on the lips. She forced her tongue into his mouth; he just sat there with his hands by his sides, not knowing what to do. She tasted like cherry cough medicine, her lip gloss gluing their lips together. After a few uncomfortable seconds, she unlatched herself from him.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself," she turned back to the money, organizing the bills. "That was exactly the response I was looking for. Now I can say that I've made out with everyone at school, too." Kurt sat there, stunned.Second kiss, a girl?!He thought, feeling even a little frustrated.Can't I get properly kissed?

"Hey, what about me?" Sam queried, whining a little.

"I don't kiss fish, Sam. You've got a trouty mouth, so no-can-do. I can refer you to a plastic surgeon, he could fix that up."

The rest of the period passed in little talk, as more people came to the table to buy grams. It was an amazing turn out by glee club standards. Even some teachers bought a few, asking the club to sing in their classes.

A few minutes before the bell, as Kurt, Sam, and Santana packed up the money to bring to the choir room, Kurt saw a few people in the corner of the cafeteria gather around the sound system. A man Kurt recognized to be the student activities advisor took the microphone.

"Hey kids, we've just confirmed an assembly during third period for all juniors and seniors, and fourth period for freshmen and sophomores next Wednesday! That's right, next Wednesday! Be prepared to get enlightened about the benefits of reading! Remember that on Friday we have the first basketball game of the season, home, so come out and support the team! Thank you and have a nice day!"

Kurt stumbled, reaching his hands out onto the table for support. He stood there until his legs stabilized, or at least until he could somewhat walk properly, for they still felt as if they consisted of jelly. Could it be...?

The benefits of reading.

"Hey Kurt, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Sam turned to face Kurt.

"Okay. Yes, I'm...okay." Kurt breathed in, trying to calm down.It's probably not what you think, don't worry about it.

Of course, it was all Kurt could think about for the rest of the day. He did not, however, mention it at all when writing to BDA. He didn't want to make assumptions, he needed toknow.

Kurt knew he would not be able to function properly for at least a week.