𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒚 ꨄ︎ 𝑮𝒍𝒆𝒆

Part Three [Secret: Leaked]

"Guys, this is William Schuester. He has something he'd like to talk about with you all." Coach said one afternoon, with a certain spite in his tone. I wonder what that's about...

"Hi, guys." The man clapped. "Some of you might recongize me from Spanish class, or even...Glee Club."

This again? Loud, most likely intentional groans echoed in the space. I was one of them, but not for the same reason as the rest. I'm sick of the drama and rudeness it brings. I swear if I hear the word "faggot" one more time I'll punch something. No, someone. I just want to play ball, that's it. But in this school, that's too much too ask.

Kurt, however, was not one of them. Being a part of the Glee Club, he was exited- a smile crossed his face. He looked over at me, as he often did considering I was the closest thing he had to a friend on the team, besides Finn I guess, but I looked away. This was his thing, not mine. It wasn't something we would bond over.

We got a speech about Glee Club and dancing lessons. It helps with coordination or something. Even after slurs, jokes and rude comments- that's what we're going to be doing for the next couple of practices. I can't even start to imagine what this is going to do to the guys on the team. It'll just boost their toxic masculinity by a million- I can't wait.

Kurt caught up with me. "Hi, Cole!"

"Hello, Kurt."

"As you probably know, I'm part of the Glee Club, and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to meet with us to practice before the first practice. Or with just me. That works too. Whatever."

"I'm sorry, Kurt- but I really can't dance."

"Well, that's kind of the whole point, then!" He said cheerfully.

"I don't think any kind of teaching or practice can help..." I'm probably the worst dancer alive. I'm really dreading next practice.

"Oh, well that's okay...can you sing?" He opted for instead.

"Uh, Kurt...when did this become an interrogation?"

He smiled, and started walking backwards in front of me. "You can, I bet."

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't not say that."

"I don't sing."

"Doesn't mean you can't."

"Let it go, Kurt." I sighed. So what if I could sing? I wasn't joining the Glee Club- Kurt might be cute, but there's no way I'm going to sing and dance in front of a bunch of people. It's just not going to happen.

"You don't know me very well if you think I just 'let things go'...especially if I want it."

He was right. It's an attractive quality in him. If his mind is set on something; he's not going to stop trying. It reminded me a bit of myself, I'm the same way. But in this case- it annoyed me. I took a deep breath to suck back in the rude comment I usually would've said. This is Kurt. He's so sweet- I didn't want to hurt him.

"No, Kurt." Was all I said, I didn't know what else to say, without being mean. "Just...no."

"Cole-?"

But I had walked away, I had to. I didn't want to have this conversation anymore. Kurt...Kurt might actually be able to pull my voice out of me. If I had to pick someone, anyone, to sing to besides my guitar- it would have to be Kurt. He's the only person I'd trust enough. I'm just afraid he'd try and make me join Glee.

When I got home, I stared at my guitar and thought about Kurt. No, I can't. But I want to. Do I? But I can't. I already felt the knots in my stomach just thinking about it.

I layed down and shut my eyes. Didn't help.

Yeah, I needed to do something about this...

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