������������Kurt and I had to go our separate ways to our classes, but we’d made plans to meet up for lunch with the rest of the Warblers. Truth be told, I didn’t want to deal with anyone else. I wanted to spend more time with Kurt and find some way to connect with him. I wanted him to know how I felt.
I spent most of Chemistry running through several scenarios through my mind. They were mixed: sometimes, I’d tell Kurt how I felt and he’d run away. Other times he’d run into my open arms and we’d be happy forever. The worst scenario, though, was where someone else got to Kurt first and they lived happily ever after.
“Anderson! Pay attention!” Mr Hughes had noticed me daydreaming. Damn it. I had to spend the rest of the lesson answering every single question as punishment. I hated it, but then again, I didn’t really care. So contradictory, I know. But it all came down to one fact: the sooner the lesson finished, the sooner I got to see Kurt.
So I powered through my lessons until the bell signalling the start of lunch rung through the marble-tiled halls of Dalton.
I don’t even remember how I got to my locker. I ran, I knew that, but I didn’t think I could run that fast. Turns out, I could. And I did. And the teenager inside of me did a little victory dance and was looking around for someone to fist-bump.
I was furiously shoving my books into my locker and getting my things ready for my lessons after lunch when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Uhm, Blaine? Rushing for a reason?”
I turned around to see Kurt laughing at me, possibly because I looked like the biggest idiot on the planet rushing the way I was.
“Uhm.... no?” I replied, as I could feel my cheeks getting redder by the second.
Kurt smiled at me and turned to put his things in his locker, saying, “I was running to my locker too, you know. I didn’t want to be late for lunch either.”
I stopped and looked at him. I didn’t know how to interpret his words. Did that mean he was rushing to see me?
“Well... uhm... why was that?” I asked, voice cracking like a pre-pubescent twelve year-old.
Kurt closed his locker and winked at me.
“Because,” he started, leaning in close, “...it’s Tater Tot day.”
He then moved backwards, smiling coyly, and headed towards the cafeteria.
Damn that Hummel, I thought. What the hell is going on? IS HE TEASING ME?
By the time I’d made it to the cafeteria, Kurt had already taken his food tray and was sitting comfortably with the Warblers. I noticed him watching me from the corner of my eye as I walked towards the lunch ladies. Two can play at this game, I thought.
I asked the lunch ladies for extra Tater Tots, and they smiled and piled them on my plate. They always did like me. “Thank you,” I said gratefully, before moving towards the Warbler table.
“Hey there, Blaine. Caught up did you?” Kurt asked me with an amused look on his face as I sat down.
“Well, I did, but,” I started, dropping my tray onto the table, “I asked the lunch ladies for extra Tots since you like them so much.”
I sat down next to him, having whispered that last part into his ear. Oh yeah. He knew what I was doing. He knew it was payback, and I could see it on his face.
“Well, aren’t you just ever... so... sweet...” he replied with raised eyebrows.
Lunch went on, sadly without any more inside jokes. Wes thought it was necessary to bring his gavel to lunch, for some reason, so if anyone attempted a private conversation he broke it up pretty quickly. Even though we were forced to contribute to the Warblers Regionals Set List debate, I couldn’t concentrate. Every time my arm accidentally bumped into Kurt’s, or his arm accidentally touched mine, we’d look at each other for just a second. I had no idea what that meant. All I knew is that I couldn’t stop thinking about Kurt Hummel. And when lunch ended, I took my books and sprinted off to class, knowing that the sooner I powered through the classes remaining, the sooner I’d be at Warblers rehearsal. Next to Kurt.