Crushed

The moment I realised I'd fallen in love with Kurt Hummel was the moment that rocked my world forever. It had been a mundane day, a Tuesday I think. Kurt and myself had been in a heated discussion with Thad about the pros and cons of Broadway tunes in show choir. Thad despised musicals with a vengeance, so Kurt and I had teamed up against him to defend their honour. We were winning, obviously.

"Come on Thad, there's no way Eminem should ever be a Warblers' number. Its called show choir for a reason." Kurt stated, grinning in the knowledge that Thad could not beat him. Kurt was talented at many things, but his comebacks were legend. Get into an argument with him, and you're doomed to fail. I smiled as I looked at Kurt, before turning to Thad.

"As much as I like Eminem, the judges would never go for it. They all love songs about innocence and joy, not ones they can barely keep up with." Thad glared at me.

"Will you stop defending him? Mr Katy-Perry-transcends-musical-barriers-and-is-so-acceptable-for-show choir." I couldn't help but smile.

"I'm sorry Thad, but I agree with Kurt on this one." Kurt turned to me and smiled. I felt something in my chest suddenly stir, but I couldn't place what I felt. Thad decided to interrupt my thoughts. He stood up abruptly, raising his hands above his head.

"I give up. There's no way I can compete with Dalton's power couple." I choked at his words. Power couple?

"Power couple?" I repeated verbally. Thad shrugged.

"Well, you may as well be. You're always together, and never letting anyone else in on your jokes." Kurt and I looked at each other, and began to laugh.

"Us, really?" As we laughed, I found myself wanting to stop. Was it really so inconceivable that Kurt and I could ever be together? Where were these thoughts coming from? He was my friend, my best friend. I tried to shake the thoughts, but they stuck in my mind. Thad tapped his foot impatiently, but looked a little confused. Perhaps he'd thought we were genuinely together?

I looked at Kurt as he stopped laughing. His smile fell slightly, and he cocked his head to the side in confusion as he looked at me. It was as if he was questioning me, but I had no idea what I was being asked. I turned back to Thad to make things less awkward. As I did so, I draped my arm around Kurt's shoulders. Kurt and I were always physically close, so this action would hopefully make him less tense.

"Me and Kurt? Yeah, practically married. Always finishing each other's sentences, speaking at the exact same time, arguing about the merits of film musicals over Broadway. The whole shebang." Kurt turned to look at me.

"We've been over this Blaine, as much as I love Moulin Rouge, Wicked will forever be better because it is performed, not acted." Kurt countered with mock attitude. At this, Thad rolled his eyes and began to walk away.

"Right, I'll leave you guys to your quarrels. See you." As soon as Thad left, Kurt and I dissolved into laughter.

"I guess he just can't admit defeat." Kurt interjected. I smiled at him.

"No, I guess he can't. He's a great singer, but there's no way he could win a debate against you. You could argue yourself out of a murder case." Kurt's grin illuminated his face. For a moment I was struck with just how captivating he is. How had I never noticed how beautiful he was? Beautiful? Again, the idea of Kurt as something more than a friend bled through my mind. What was going on today? I realised my arm was still around him. Had I held it there too long? Was I holding him too hard? Should I withdraw?

Reluctantly, I removed my arm and folded my hand into my lap. Kurt didn't seem to notice any change in me, for which I was grateful for. I needed time to wrap my head around these feelings.