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"And so I said to him..."

Kurt had learnt over the years how to block out any unwanted noise around him, it worked a treat when he was being taunted by Karofsky and his army of brainless minions. It's not that he didn't want to listen to his dad's jokes, it's just that he really needed to finish the designs for the Glee Club's sectionals outfits, he wanted to make them�flashy�but not�cheesy, Mr Shuester had trusted him with the designs, so he couldn't let him down. He was on an extremely tight deadline and he still had to buy all of the materials and sew everything!

He lightly chuckled along with the laughter radiating through the car, not wanting to seem rude or uninterested by the conversation.

He glanced down at his attempted designs; a black and white colour scheme was just what he was looking for.

"It's cheap to make but not tacky and the colours will suit all of our sizes" Kurt thought to himself. He had the girls' dress designs finished, now he had to start designing the boys' outfits. Kurt winced at the thought of how much material he would need to make their outfits. Mr Shue would not be impressed.

Kurt's arms began to ache; he had been holding the sketchpad up at eye-level for about half an hour because it was easier to draw in finer details at that angle. Kurt lowered his sketchpad into his lap and stretched out his arms, he cringed every time a bone clicked, he was fairly squeamish and the thought of clicking bones sent a cold shiver down his spine.

After fiddling with his pencil for a while, Kurt resumed his drawing and started sketching the beginnings of a male figure, until he was rudely interrupted.

"Pssstt Kurt" Finn whispered, nudging his elbow into Kurt's ribcage. Kurt dropped his pencil into his lap and glared at Finn.

"Ok dude, sorry for interrupting you but I think there's a guy in the car next to us trying to talk to you or something" Finn pointed to the window next to Kurt and flapped his fingers around a bit, emphasising his message.

Kurt narrowed his eyes,
"Finn you cannot be serious", he snidely commented.

Finn raised his voice in excitement, "I'm serious Kurt! Turn around and see for yourself!"

Burt turned his head to look at them both,
"Boys" he said, "keep it down a bit back there please, Carole's about to make a phone call to tell everyone we've been held up"

"Sorry" Finn and Kurt apologised in unison. Both boys were silent while Carole took her phone call.

Kurt fiddled with his fingers a bit and struggled his phone out of his front jean pocket and checked his texts

3 Missed Calls - Rachel
4 Unread Texts - Rachel

Great, he really didn't want to talk to Rachel right now, she'd been bugging him over her competition solo for a few weeks now, endless sound clips of herself singing different songs had been forced upon him reluctantly and he was absolutely fed up with it! He could have sung all of her songs much better than she did and she knew it, hence the reason why she wanted to rub her competition solo in his face.

Kurt flicked through the texts and they were all very similar and oh so very dull. He sent a half-hearted reply telling her that she sounded amazing in every clip she had sent him, he had neither the motivation nor patience to actually listen to them all. He switched his phone off and wriggled it back into his jean pocket. He started staring at the sketchpad in his lap, zoning out a bit.

"But Kurt, seriously, look out the window" Finn said in a quieter tone, tapping gently on Kurt's shoulder. He was careful not to tap too hard, Kurt was easily aggravated.

Kurt sighed in defeat and turned around, to see what was outside his window. Honestly, what was he expecting other than someone trying to talk to him? A unicorn?

It turns out that Finn was right, there he was. A�(very attractive)�teenage boy with a notebook with the greeting�'hello'�written in the neatest handwriting Kurt had seen in quite a long time.

From what Kurt could see, this boy must have been about his age, he had the most beautiful hazel eyes�and oh my god did they just sparkle?�And a smile that could light up the whole of Ohio. His hair was so dangerously slicked back with gel that Kurt couldn't even determine his true hair colour. Whoever this boy was, he was gorgeous.

Kurt decided to be polite and reply, he flashed the boy a quick smile as he flipped his sketchpad over to a clean page. In his best handwriting, he wrote:

Hello there! May I ask why we are doing this?

As soon as the other boy saw Kurt's message, he smiled, waved and begun writing down something new.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

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