Is this the wrong story? (a Kurt x JD story.)

Am I gay??????

{JD}

I'm very confused right now. I look around, thinking about running away, or whatever to do, but I have to act fast because the Quarterback is looking me up and down and—

"Mmh-"

Millions of emotions go through me, a red blush going over my face as Kurt kisses me. I want to slap him, I want to fucking punch him. But I, also, don't want him to stop. He does stop though, and instead of attacking him or yelling at him, I just stand there. Blushing like an idiot. Eyes widened.

"So, what do you say~?" He says, seductively. Apparently he said something before that but I didn't hear that.

"W- what—" I say, flustered as hell.

He leans in close to me, lips inches away from mine; "Do you wanna try...dating...?" He says, softly.
There is a pause. A pause that lasts for way too long. This is awkward as fuck but I'm kinda attracted to him. I decide enough already and close the gap between us. Our bodies. Our lips. Everything is ringing and buzzing and blurring. My hangover isn't at all what I'm thinking right now. Everything in my mind is a red blush, my eyes are closed. I feel him pull away, something I've been dreading for the past minute. I open my eyes, and am greeted with the light of Kurt Kelly, Quarterback. He's also blushing a lot, this is...goddamnit why am I so flustered. I have no fucking clue what is happening but we are exchanging numbers now and I'm crawling out of his window. It's nice outside. I'm pissed I didn't bring my motorbike though, because now I have to walk home. I guess I won't miss much. It is like...2:30. Well, I get to my house and go to my window and—

Why is the window lock broken. I don't remember doing that. Whatever, I crawl into my room and see...What the fuck. Veronica Soy-Sauce. Why is she just standing there...

"What are you doing in my—"

"Shhhh. I've been waiting for almost an hour, See I've decided I must ride you 'till I break you~" She begins taking off her top. I grab the nearest pillow, now is time to show off my pillow-fighting skills. I throw the pillow at her to stop her. She looks at me, confused. Before she can yell at me or whatever I tell her— fuck what do I tell her? I'm taken? I don't know what to call that...even thinking about it is getting me kinda flustered. I open my mouth and the first thing that comes out is—

"I'M IN LOVE WITH KURT."

Shit shit shit shit

"What—" She says. We just stare at each other. This is somehow more awkward than what just happened with Kurt.

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"That's kinda gay." She says. Then starts laughing hysterically, putting her clothes back on.

That's kinda gay.

I'm not gay though.

Right...?

...

Those words circle around my head.

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Am I gay??????