Kurt tapped his foot as he waited for the art class to be dismissed, he was starving, and frankly, he wasn't eager to miss Lunch. It was pasta today. But his hunger did not dissuade the art teacher.
"Empty the sink or none of you are going for lunch." said Mrs.Gillson. "It's your fault it's stuck, what did I tell you about not leaving things in the drain?"
"Ew. Why is the water black?" said Fredrick. He was one of the three boys surrounding the sink. The other boy stuck his hand in the sink.
"Nothing's blocking it." said Chuck. Kurt looked over and automatically noticed the problem, of course, he didn't point it out in front of everyone. He wanted Lunch right now.
Kurt began to roll up his Dalton uniform sleeves and taking things out of the sink full of black water.
"That's black paint in the water. Nothing blocking the next sink either." said Kurt as he felt the drain. "Everything's out."
"Alright, but class! Don't say it's not your mess, because when it's nobody's mess, it's my mess! Go." she said.
Everyone stumbled out of the room except Kurt. He was half a mind to run out of the class but he knew he should help Mrs.Gillson with the sink. With his better conscience overcoming, he but his lip and walked up to Mrs.Gillson.
"Uh..." he hesitated, "ah- Iook, I know what's wrong with the sink, I could uh, help." he said, smiling weakly. His stomach as clearly protesting.
"That's great! Can you come after..."
"Fantastic, see you after lunch" said Kurt, dashing out of the room. To be honest he was eager to leave. He was starving.
As he waited in line, he noticed Jeff standing in front of him. Jeff was new to Dalton, a year after Kurt, and they were quick friends. As Kurt took a plate he tapped Jeff on the shoulder.
"Hi, Jeffy. How's class?" asked Kurt.
"Oh, it was good, I just came from Drama. We got these skits, and let me tell you they are awkward." said Jeff. They have different classes for electives.
"Ha, you haven't read mine yet. I had to be a really bad cheerleader, so here in there would a bad demonstration, etc." said Kurt.
"Nick had to be a guy that was denied a date....and I was the girl."
"Awkward. ' joked Kurt, but he noticed the gelled hair on the other side of the lunch line and turned away. He knew who he was and he had a major crush on the boy. Blaine Anderson, head warbler. Kurt considers it more of a phase. "So Jeff..."
"Yea?"
"Yea." said Kurt. He felt really awkward. Luckily Blaine didn't notice him at all.
After Lunch Kurt obediently walked to Art class, feeling much better. Entering the Art room, he saw Mrs.Gillson.
"Hi, you still need my help?" asked Kurt.
"Yea, Blaine is helping too, so it'll be even better that you're here."
Kurt barely registered the name as he continued to smile. No one is that cruel.
"You know Blaine, Blaine Anderson?" asked Mrs.Gillson. "Want me to intro-"
"No, it's okay'" squeaked Kurt as his heart dropped. The pressure. He'd much rather fix the sink alone where he doesn't feel like every move was being judged.
He noticed Blaine, of course. He shuffled over, dreading every step until he reached the sink. See, unlike most people, who would have all love to spend time with their crush, Kurt was different. He was awkward. He can't talk in front of Blaine without blushing, looking away, or showing speech defects. He wanted to cry. He decided to remain silent or detach his soul from his body.
Kurt awkwardly coughed. Blaine turned around and Kurt wished he hadn't. Blaine raised a perfect eyebrow, and Kurt screamed in his head. "Uh, the pipe, you're unscrewing the wrong part."
"How would you know?" asked Blaine.
Arrogant. Thought Kurt. He wanted to take his pounding heart out and step on it. "Because that's not where it's blocked."
"How would yo-"
"Please!" squeaked Kurt. He moved to where Blaine was and quickly grabbed the bucket and placing it under before unscrewing the other pipe. He hoped to get this over with quick, but unfortunately, pipes don't get fixed quick. The water sprayed all over Kurt and Blaine, causing Kurt to gape in misery and awkwardom. Then Kurt's just waiting, hoping, for a lightning bolt to kill him.
Deciding it can't get any better, he turned to Blaine, who was dripping in black water.
"Oh. My. Gosh. I am so so sorry." said Kurt. Why couldn't he be like someone on TV, always know what to say?
"It's okay, but you've got the wrong pipe."
Kurt grinned, his hand holding the pipe. "No I didn't" He tilted the pipe and shook a paintbrush out of it.
