Rachel Berry was a very oblivious, very self centered person. The only people she noticed were her competition. She didn't have 'friends'. She didn't feel the need to pay attention to other people.

All she wanted was for people to pay attention to her, but when they did, she never even noticed.

She stood backstage after Glee, looking over the new costume Mercedes had designed for her.

Ugh, it was way too big, again. She bet that the other girl did it out of spite.

Practice had ended a half an hour ago, so she wasn't expecting him to walk in.

"Staring at yourself again?" Kurt asked sharply, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Hm?" Rachel replied, turning her head and gripping the fabric around her. "Oh, it's you."

It's you. What a great way to be greeted. He let out an irritable sigh. "Do you want some help with that?"

"Help?" she asked, a bit shocked. She couldn't ever remember talking to this boy before. She had never even seen him before Glee.

He nodded, talking slowly like she couldn't understand him. "Yes. That's obviously too big on you."

"Um, sure?" She gasped at how quickly he came up behind her, cinching the fabric together in the back with a safety pin.

"Better?" he asked, not looking.

"Mhm," Rachel replied. Wow, this really did look good, now that it was the right size. Kudos, Mercedes!

She looked into the mirror, not seeing him behind her anymore. "Kurt?"

"Yes?" he answered from across the room, digging around in his designer bag for his kit. He was behind her again in moments.

Geez he's graceful, Rachel thought, blinking. She watched him concentrate on fixing her outfit.

Unlike Mercedes, he never even pricked her once.

"I didn't realize you could sew," she admitted.

He didn't even look up at her. "You don't realize a lot of things."

Her brown eyes widened. "Like what?"

He didn't answer her question. "There."

She stood, turning around to examine the back. She couldn't even tell where he'd sewn it up. "Um, thanks."

"Whatever," he replied, already on the other side of the room.

Rachel watched him sling his bag over his shoulder and place his news boy hat on his head, checking his hair quickly in the nearest mirror before heading out the door.

"Hey, Kurt!" she called, turning around.

"What?" he responded, stopping to look at her.

"Why are you still here?" she asked, curious.

She could've sworn she saw his eyes harden.

"Like I would tell you," he spat, before storming out the door, leaving her there to wonder what the heck was going on.