Lila Anderson has returned for her sophomore year at McKinley High. After losing regionals, the Glee Club is officially at the bottom of the food chain, but when Lila comes back for the school year with a new look, she gets more than overlooked in t...
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I was tossing through my books in my locker, when I spotted them. Kurt and Blaine. Their matching grins stood out.
"Kurt, Blaine! What are you two doing here?" I called out. As I reached them, I wrapped them both in a tight hug.
Kurt tilted his head slightly. "How could we not surprise our favorite girl on her birthday?" he said.
I groaned, already feeling my cheeks flush. "Ugh, right. That. Y'know it's Blaine's birthday too, right? I think you should be celebrating that instead of making a fuss over me."
Kurt waved his hand dismissively. "We already hung out yesterday."
Blaine's grin widened as he added, "He got me a custom bow tie, and we saw an off-Broadway production of Les Mis." His eyes sparkled.
"Wow," I said, genuinely impressed. "Not bad at all."
Kurt's smirk grew. From behind his back, he pulled out a neatly wrapped box.
"Kurt," I said, trying to sound stern, though I knew it was a losing battle. "I told you not to get me anything."
"Yeah, well," he said with a shrug. "Too bad."
Reluctantly, I took the box. My fingers hesitated over the wrapping. As I peeled back the paper, I gasped softly. A scrapbook. Its cover was simple but beautiful—so unmistakably Kurt.
I opened it carefully, my breath catching as I flipped through the pages. Each one was a treasure: photos of us belting out our Gaga duet, candid shots from the day we painted my apartment (and ended up wearing more paint than the walls), ticket stubs, little notes, and inside jokes I'd almost forgotten. It was a time capsule of every laugh, every adventure, every moment that had stitched our friendship together.
"Oh my gosh," I whispered, my fingertips tracing over a photo of us mid-laugh. My throat tightened as the memories came flooding back. "This has everything. Our Gaga duet. When we painted my apartment. Kurt, this is so sweet. I love it." I looked up at him, tears blurring my vision. "And I love you. Thank you."
I hugged him tightly, burying my face in his shoulder.
Kurt's voice softened. "I'm glad you like it." Then, stepping back, he added, "So, what do you say? We go out to lunch? My treat, of course."
"Yes, please," I said, laughing.
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I rested my chin in my hand, idly stirring my tea with a silver spoon as I glanced at Kurt. "Has Blaine said anything to you?"
Kurt barely acknowledged me, too busy poking at his salad with mild disdain. He let out a dramatic sigh, finally looking up. "About my secret obsession with him? Nope. He still hasn't realized."
