Warbler Kurt

Can't take my eyes of you

Disclaimer: I do not own glee.

Songs: "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" - Frankie Valli / Jersey Boys

Previously...

Kurt stood up quickly and gathered up his stuff.

"I have to go!" He called over his shoulder as he rushed out of the room.

Wes and David shared a knowing look.

...

The five Warblers laughed hysterically at their poorly executed plan that actually seemed to work.

Kurt's hand paused on the handle of his navigator. He was back in the parking lot of the school he had left nearly a year ago. He berated himself for the hesitation. He had been here a few short weeks ago and nothing had happened.

But he had had Wes and David then. Now he would have to walk those halls alone. The halls where he was still welcome.

Kurt took a deep breath and felt the old but familiar mask slip easily into place; mask portraying a calm and confident teen, not the fear and uncertainty that was brewing within the boy. Fake smile in place, he began to twirl the seven flowers in his hand. Six perfectly cut yellow roses bunched together with an equally beautiful white rose.

The countertenor left the safety of his car and made his way through the familiar halls of McKinley with a final destination in mind. As he turned the corner he heard the familiar noises of Brad tinkering with the piano and knew he had made it.

He paused outside the door to the choir room, peering in on his old friends and teacher. Rachel was whispering conspiratorially to Mr. Shue, no doubt about the solo she would like to perform for Sectionals.

Mercedes and Blaine looked to be deep in conversation, though the topic must have been interesting because they were both blushing furiously. Kurt smiled smugly as he took in Blaine's outfit choice. The other teen was wearing dark jeans paired with a deep green turtleneck. The green of the shirt brought out the small emerald flecks hidden in Blaine's hazel eyes, but the collar of the shirt just barely covered the purple bruise Kurt knew to be located high on the other teens neck.

Sam was talking to Artie and Finn, but kept looking beyond the boy's head at a certain dark diva. Sam gave a determined nod but hesitated as he stood, causing the chair to screech along the floor. All eyes were now on him.

"Sam?" Mr. Shue questioned.

Sam's smile was small and his cheeks were tinted pink.

"Um, Mr. Shue, there is a song I would like to sing."

Mr. Shue nodded and smiled softly.

"You have the floor Sam."

Sam lifted the guitar that was resting on the floor and sat on a seat facing the risers. Finn smiled goofily as he too got up and walked over to the drum set.

"So I'm somewhat new to glee club, but I have known Kurt for a while, and well he never could shut up about it."

The room gave a small chuckle. Kurt didn't say anything for he was still peering through the door unnoticed, but couldn't suppress his eye roll. He didn't talk that much.

"But you see, I really like this girl," Sam looked directly at Mercedes, "and I know that you guys like to sing about your feelings. Or at least Kurt said you did, and I swear to God the guys at Dalton are so sick of hearing Teenage Dream being blasted from room 113."

Sam shot a sly wink at Blaine who blushed furiously. Blaine looked timidly around the room, tugging on the collar of his shirt nervously hoping no one understood what Sam was implying. Especially Rachel.