Anonymous, for the Kummer Summer Exchange
Title: Anonymous
Rating: G
Word count: 1,828
Recipient: maruiqui
Warning(s): None
Summary: Kurt has a secret admirer.
“So, Kurt,” Finn said, “how was Glee today?
Kurt turned and gave his step-brother an odd look. “Finn, you were there. And why are you bouncing?”
Finn let out a giggle as he pushed open the doors to the school. The two turned and headed for the student parking lot. “Well I know I was there, but I meant how was it for you, you know, working with Sam and Artie?”
“Uh, it was fine, I guess,” Kurt answered slowly, eying Finn. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Mhm,” Finn responded happily. When they made it to Kurt’s Navigator, Finn gasped loudly and exclaimed, “Look, Kurt! There’s a letter on your car!”
Kurt stopped at his windshield and looked at the piece of folded paper tucked beneath the windshield wiper. He gnawed on his lip, worrying about the contents of the note. He didn’t voice his thoughts and was still staring when Finn announced, “You should definitely read that, Kurt.”
Kurt glanced up to see Finn with a wide smile. He was still bouncing on his heel and suddenly his behavior made a bit more sense to Kurt. “Do you know what’s on this paper, Finn?” Finn’s smile immediately vanished and he looked to the ground, forcing his face into the most serious expression he could muster. He shook his head quickly. “Okay, you definitely know what this is.”
“Just take it Kurt,” Finn prodded, “it’s nothing bad, I swear.”
Kurt sighed and figured if Finn gave it the okay then it wouldn’t hurt to read it. He snatched the paper and put it in his pocket before climbing into the car. Finn joined him in the passenger seat and pulled his seatbelt on. Kurt started the engine and reached to put the car in reverse when Finn yelled, “Wait!”
Kurt jumped, his heart pounding. “Finn! What?!”
Finn looked abashed and apologized quickly. “Aren’t you gonna read it?”
Kurt looked at him incredulously. “Seriously?” Finn shook his head earnestly and Kurt rolled his eyes but pulled the note from his pocket anyway. He unfolded it and straightened the creases on his leg before looking at the words and reading them aloud.
“Kurt, I like you.”
Kurt’s eyebrow furrowed and he flipped the note over, but the four words were the only thing on the paper. “That’s it?”
“Isn’t it great?” Finn asked excitedly. “You have a secret admirer!”
Kurt huffed and folded the paper back up, and passing it over to Finn. “Who wrote it?”
“I can’t tell you, Kurt, it would ruin everything,” Finn answered seriously. Kurt rolled his eyes.
*
Kurt glanced around the hall, looking to see if anyone was watching him. Of course, there was Finn standing at his own locker across the hall with a thumbs up and a goofy grin on his face, but Kurt ignored him. He noticed Santana a few lockers from Finn with a sly smirk on her face and felt his stomach drop. Nothing involving Santana could possibly be good.
He turned back to face his locker. Everything inside was perfectly organized, an extra shirt hanging to the side and his books in order. However, another note sat at the front as though it had been pushed through the slots of the locker door. The warning bell rang for class and Kurt groaned, grabbing the book he needed for English and the note. He walked swiftly to the classroom and took his normal seat on the last row. Everyone else was milling around, no one paying him any attention. He dropped his book on the desk and opened the note.
Kurt, I like how your eyes crinkle when you laugh.
After school I’ll be waiting for you by your car. Eight hours.
“What’s that?”
Kurt startled, looking up to meet Sam’s eyes. Sam occupied the seat in front of him and was turned in his seat, patient smile on his face.
“Oh, it’s uh-“ Kurt stuffed the note into his pocket, his cheeks heating up. “It’s nothing.”
“Oh,” Sam said awkwardly. He cleared his throat. “So have you thought about what songs we could do for glee?”
Kurt nodded his head, a smile coming to his face. He had spent over an hour searching iTunes for the perfect song he, Sam, and Artie could sing together. He reached into a bag to pull out the list of choices he’d made and spent most of the class chatting with Sam about the assignment, Sam’s family, and plans for the upcoming weekend. The teacher shushed them three times throughout the class, causing Kurt to blush and mumble an apology each time. Sam always just ducked his head and waited for the teacher to turn away before cracking a joke.
*
“Here,” Artie pushed another folded note into his hand when he arrived in biology. Artie was his lab partner, making things easier on him because Artie was never afraid of ‘catching the gay’.
“Who’s it from?” Kurt tried asking, but Artie shook his head and made a zipping motion over his lips before turning the lock and throwing away the key. “Really, Artie? Are we five?”
Artie shrugged, pointing to his lips as though he couldn’t help his silence. Then he pointed to the note anxiously and mimed reading it. Kurt laughed but opened the note anyway.
Kurt, I like that you’re easy to talk to.
Seven hours.
Feeling the heat burn in his cheeks, Kurt put the note in his bag next to the others and took his seat next to Artie. He could already tell it was going to be a long day.
*
The notes kept coming. He found the next one in his locker, and the one after that was given to him by a reluctant Santana. Quinn gave him the next at lunch, and he watched Puck place one on his desk as he was walking into their shared history class. Kurt figured it was someone in glee club (and he continuously told his mind to stop screaming Sam) but didn’t want to get too excited only to have his hopes dashed when someone like Jacob Ben Israel showed up at his car.
Every note was different, and each just as sweet and blush-inducing as the last.
Kurt, I like the way you never let other people get you down.
Six hours.
Kurt, I like your eyes.
Five hours.
Kurt, I like how different you are, but a good kind of different.
Four hours.
Kurt, I like your hair when it’s perfect, but even better when it gets messy.
Three hours.
Kurt found himself checking the time every ten minutes, counting down the hours with the notes until the end of the day. When he arrived to his last class of the day, math, he got a note from Mike and Tina. Tina winked at him before following Mike to their seats. Kurt fought a blush and wondered if his face would just turn permanently red by the time the day was over.
Kurt, I like your nose.
Two hours.
His hand automatically rose to cover his nose, one thing he’d always been self-conscious about, and bit back a smile. Even if his secret admirer wasn’t who he hoped it was, at least he got a good day out of it.
*
“Kurt!”
Brittany dashed up to his locker, grinning and waving a note in her hand.
“Hey, Britt,” Kurt said happily. Brittany giggled.
“I have a note for you,” she told him, handing over the paper. “It’s from your secret admirer. I can’t tell you who he is, though, because Santana wouldn’t tell me. She was scared I’d accidentally ruin the secret part.”
“That’s okay, Britt,” Kurt answered truthfully. “It’s only another hour until I find out who it is.”
“Wanna walk with me to glee?” Kurt nodded, taking her outstretched arm and locking their elbows. “What’s your note say?”
Kurt shrugged, opening the paper and immediately turning redder than he had all day. “Oh my God.”
Brittany burst out with laughter before calming down and saying, “he’s right, you know, it’s very nice,” and skipping off.
Kurt, I like your ass.
One hour!
*
Kurt expected glee to drag on, the last hour of the day going by slower than all the rest, but with Artie and Sam he seemed to have more fun than he had in a long time. He didn’t understand all their jokes, and they didn’t understand all of his, but he enjoyed their company. By the time Schue dismissed them, Kurt had almost forgotten about the long awaited reveal. Just as he reached the door, he felt a hand on his arm dragging him back into the room.
“Wha-“
“Kurt, I need your help,” Finn said, holding him in place. “I need you to tell me if I sound okay on this song.”
“Why don’t you ask Rachel?” Kurt questioned, his stomach doing flips. Finn was wasting time when he could be headed to his car!
“Um, the song is for her,” Finn answered slowly. Kurt rolled his eyes but agreed. “By the way, I’m riding home with Puck so you don’t have to wait for me.”
Kurt nodded and waited for Finn to begin singing. He didn’t. “Well?”
“Oh!” Finn looked around the choir room then finally decided to sit at the drums.
“Finn, what the hell is going on?” Finn’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak but a beeping from his pocket cut him off. His face sagged with relief and he pulled out his phone, checked the screen, and smiled.
“Never mind,” he told Kurt, standing from the drums. “False alarm.”
“That text is from whoever’s waiting by my car, isn’t it?”
Finn’s face paled and he shook his head and gave an unconvincing no. Kurt laughed at his step brother and headed for the parking lot.
*
Kurt’s heart was beating double time as he made the venture out to his car. From across the parking lot he could see a blonde head standing next to the driver’s side door, fidgeting. He couldn’t fight the smile that made its way onto his face at the sight.
“Hi,” he said quietly, once he’d reached the car.
Sam smiled nervously, looking at the ground. “Hey.”
“So, um…” Kurt started awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Sam laughed a little.
“I hope you’re not weirded out or anything, because I can just go-“
“No,” Kurt said quickly, “it’s not weird. I’m um… I’m happy it’s you.”
“Yeah?” A hopeful smile played on Sam’s face. “I have another note for you.”
He held out the paper. It was different from the others. This one looked as though it had been unfolded and refolded dozens of times, crinkled and straightened again and again. Kurt opened it, read the words and released a small gasp. He met Sam’s eyes with a small smile and then nodded.
Sam leaned in.
Kurt, I like your lips.
Can I kiss them?
Rating: G
Word count: 1,828
Recipient: maruiqui
Warning(s): None
Summary: Kurt has a secret admirer.
“So, Kurt,” Finn said, “how was Glee today?
Kurt turned and gave his step-brother an odd look. “Finn, you were there. And why are you bouncing?”
Finn let out a giggle as he pushed open the doors to the school. The two turned and headed for the student parking lot. “Well I know I was there, but I meant how was it for you, you know, working with Sam and Artie?”
“Uh, it was fine, I guess,” Kurt answered slowly, eying Finn. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Mhm,” Finn responded happily. When they made it to Kurt’s Navigator, Finn gasped loudly and exclaimed, “Look, Kurt! There’s a letter on your car!”
Kurt stopped at his windshield and looked at the piece of folded paper tucked beneath the windshield wiper. He gnawed on his lip, worrying about the contents of the note. He didn’t voice his thoughts and was still staring when Finn announced, “You should definitely read that, Kurt.”
Kurt glanced up to see Finn with a wide smile. He was still bouncing on his heel and suddenly his behavior made a bit more sense to Kurt. “Do you know what’s on this paper, Finn?” Finn’s smile immediately vanished and he looked to the ground, forcing his face into the most serious expression he could muster. He shook his head quickly. “Okay, you definitely know what this is.”
“Just take it Kurt,” Finn prodded, “it’s nothing bad, I swear.”
Kurt sighed and figured if Finn gave it the okay then it wouldn’t hurt to read it. He snatched the paper and put it in his pocket before climbing into the car. Finn joined him in the passenger seat and pulled his seatbelt on. Kurt started the engine and reached to put the car in reverse when Finn yelled, “Wait!”
Kurt jumped, his heart pounding. “Finn! What?!”
Finn looked abashed and apologized quickly. “Aren’t you gonna read it?”
Kurt looked at him incredulously. “Seriously?” Finn shook his head earnestly and Kurt rolled his eyes but pulled the note from his pocket anyway. He unfolded it and straightened the creases on his leg before looking at the words and reading them aloud.
“Kurt, I like you.”
Kurt’s eyebrow furrowed and he flipped the note over, but the four words were the only thing on the paper. “That’s it?”
“Isn’t it great?” Finn asked excitedly. “You have a secret admirer!”
Kurt huffed and folded the paper back up, and passing it over to Finn. “Who wrote it?”
“I can’t tell you, Kurt, it would ruin everything,” Finn answered seriously. Kurt rolled his eyes.
*
Kurt glanced around the hall, looking to see if anyone was watching him. Of course, there was Finn standing at his own locker across the hall with a thumbs up and a goofy grin on his face, but Kurt ignored him. He noticed Santana a few lockers from Finn with a sly smirk on her face and felt his stomach drop. Nothing involving Santana could possibly be good.
He turned back to face his locker. Everything inside was perfectly organized, an extra shirt hanging to the side and his books in order. However, another note sat at the front as though it had been pushed through the slots of the locker door. The warning bell rang for class and Kurt groaned, grabbing the book he needed for English and the note. He walked swiftly to the classroom and took his normal seat on the last row. Everyone else was milling around, no one paying him any attention. He dropped his book on the desk and opened the note.
Kurt, I like how your eyes crinkle when you laugh.
After school I’ll be waiting for you by your car. Eight hours.
“What’s that?”
Kurt startled, looking up to meet Sam’s eyes. Sam occupied the seat in front of him and was turned in his seat, patient smile on his face.
“Oh, it’s uh-“ Kurt stuffed the note into his pocket, his cheeks heating up. “It’s nothing.”
“Oh,” Sam said awkwardly. He cleared his throat. “So have you thought about what songs we could do for glee?”
Kurt nodded his head, a smile coming to his face. He had spent over an hour searching iTunes for the perfect song he, Sam, and Artie could sing together. He reached into a bag to pull out the list of choices he’d made and spent most of the class chatting with Sam about the assignment, Sam’s family, and plans for the upcoming weekend. The teacher shushed them three times throughout the class, causing Kurt to blush and mumble an apology each time. Sam always just ducked his head and waited for the teacher to turn away before cracking a joke.
*
“Here,” Artie pushed another folded note into his hand when he arrived in biology. Artie was his lab partner, making things easier on him because Artie was never afraid of ‘catching the gay’.
“Who’s it from?” Kurt tried asking, but Artie shook his head and made a zipping motion over his lips before turning the lock and throwing away the key. “Really, Artie? Are we five?”
Artie shrugged, pointing to his lips as though he couldn’t help his silence. Then he pointed to the note anxiously and mimed reading it. Kurt laughed but opened the note anyway.
Kurt, I like that you’re easy to talk to.
Seven hours.
Feeling the heat burn in his cheeks, Kurt put the note in his bag next to the others and took his seat next to Artie. He could already tell it was going to be a long day.
*
The notes kept coming. He found the next one in his locker, and the one after that was given to him by a reluctant Santana. Quinn gave him the next at lunch, and he watched Puck place one on his desk as he was walking into their shared history class. Kurt figured it was someone in glee club (and he continuously told his mind to stop screaming Sam) but didn’t want to get too excited only to have his hopes dashed when someone like Jacob Ben Israel showed up at his car.
Every note was different, and each just as sweet and blush-inducing as the last.
Kurt, I like the way you never let other people get you down.
Six hours.
Kurt, I like your eyes.
Five hours.
Kurt, I like how different you are, but a good kind of different.
Four hours.
Kurt, I like your hair when it’s perfect, but even better when it gets messy.
Three hours.
Kurt found himself checking the time every ten minutes, counting down the hours with the notes until the end of the day. When he arrived to his last class of the day, math, he got a note from Mike and Tina. Tina winked at him before following Mike to their seats. Kurt fought a blush and wondered if his face would just turn permanently red by the time the day was over.
Kurt, I like your nose.
Two hours.
His hand automatically rose to cover his nose, one thing he’d always been self-conscious about, and bit back a smile. Even if his secret admirer wasn’t who he hoped it was, at least he got a good day out of it.
*
“Kurt!”
Brittany dashed up to his locker, grinning and waving a note in her hand.
“Hey, Britt,” Kurt said happily. Brittany giggled.
“I have a note for you,” she told him, handing over the paper. “It’s from your secret admirer. I can’t tell you who he is, though, because Santana wouldn’t tell me. She was scared I’d accidentally ruin the secret part.”
“That’s okay, Britt,” Kurt answered truthfully. “It’s only another hour until I find out who it is.”
“Wanna walk with me to glee?” Kurt nodded, taking her outstretched arm and locking their elbows. “What’s your note say?”
Kurt shrugged, opening the paper and immediately turning redder than he had all day. “Oh my God.”
Brittany burst out with laughter before calming down and saying, “he’s right, you know, it’s very nice,” and skipping off.
Kurt, I like your ass.
One hour!
*
Kurt expected glee to drag on, the last hour of the day going by slower than all the rest, but with Artie and Sam he seemed to have more fun than he had in a long time. He didn’t understand all their jokes, and they didn’t understand all of his, but he enjoyed their company. By the time Schue dismissed them, Kurt had almost forgotten about the long awaited reveal. Just as he reached the door, he felt a hand on his arm dragging him back into the room.
“Wha-“
“Kurt, I need your help,” Finn said, holding him in place. “I need you to tell me if I sound okay on this song.”
“Why don’t you ask Rachel?” Kurt questioned, his stomach doing flips. Finn was wasting time when he could be headed to his car!
“Um, the song is for her,” Finn answered slowly. Kurt rolled his eyes but agreed. “By the way, I’m riding home with Puck so you don’t have to wait for me.”
Kurt nodded and waited for Finn to begin singing. He didn’t. “Well?”
“Oh!” Finn looked around the choir room then finally decided to sit at the drums.
“Finn, what the hell is going on?” Finn’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak but a beeping from his pocket cut him off. His face sagged with relief and he pulled out his phone, checked the screen, and smiled.
“Never mind,” he told Kurt, standing from the drums. “False alarm.”
“That text is from whoever’s waiting by my car, isn’t it?”
Finn’s face paled and he shook his head and gave an unconvincing no. Kurt laughed at his step brother and headed for the parking lot.
*
Kurt’s heart was beating double time as he made the venture out to his car. From across the parking lot he could see a blonde head standing next to the driver’s side door, fidgeting. He couldn’t fight the smile that made its way onto his face at the sight.
“Hi,” he said quietly, once he’d reached the car.
Sam smiled nervously, looking at the ground. “Hey.”
“So, um…” Kurt started awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Sam laughed a little.
“I hope you’re not weirded out or anything, because I can just go-“
“No,” Kurt said quickly, “it’s not weird. I’m um… I’m happy it’s you.”
“Yeah?” A hopeful smile played on Sam’s face. “I have another note for you.”
He held out the paper. It was different from the others. This one looked as though it had been unfolded and refolded dozens of times, crinkled and straightened again and again. Kurt opened it, read the words and released a small gasp. He met Sam’s eyes with a small smile and then nodded.
Sam leaned in.
Kurt, I like your lips.
Can I kiss them?