Brett sighed, his eyes unable to focus at anything but Kurt Hummel, the completely flawless and angelic face standing next to him. As his eyes shined, so did Brett’s. A smile in Kurt’s face had Brett ecstatic. All he needed was Kurt happiness, nothing else.
Brett loved every single English class. Every single time his shoulder would accidentally touch Kurt’s and he would have chills everywhere. That very day, for instance, he brushed his hair especially for the occasion, and used his favorite fragrance. Nothing could go wrong, he told himself. Kurt was bound to be his by that day’s shoulder touch.
He looked at Kurt again. Kurt was preparing something to say. He knew that was it. Kurt would tell him he loved him, he always did, and they’d kiss, right there, in front of the substitute teacher.
"You smell homeless, Brett. Homeless."
And by that, Brett’s heart ached like never before.
He hated himself, he thought, as tears came streaming down his face.