A/N: The POV's are a bit shifty in this one, because I write Kurt differently to the way I write Sam. I like to think it works, though :)

Also, the songs are probably going to be a little obscure, but I'll credit them at the end of the chapter. They're all good - I promise :P

"Who here has ever bought an album?"

My eyes rolled without even trying – they knew. Mr. Schue had some screwed up lesson he was trying to teach us. He'd been doing the same thing since we started the club, and nothing was going to change. He'd done it whilst I was gone, and he'd started doing it again

"Does stealing it count?" I vaguely heard Puckerman reply, and after a short pause, Mr. Schue just kept on going.

"I think that we all know that artists don't always release every song as a single. Not all of the music that they sing gets heard."

I had to agree with him there. He did have a point – there were so many songs that people hadn't listened to by some of my favorite artists just because they weren't singles, or played on the radio.

"That's why, this week, your assignment is to find a song that you feel has been hidden away." Hadn't they just done this with their Night of Neglect, like, two weeks ago? "You know what they say – little known facts about well known people."

Where the hell had that bit come from?

I shook my head.

"Kurt? Did you have a problem with this week's assignment?"

"No, Mr. Schue," I deflected. "I think it's a fantastic idea."

Mr. Schue smiled broadly at me. Sucker. This one would be easy.

When Mr. Schue announced his assignment for the week, I expected it to be something alien and random. After all, he had set a precedent. Yeah, that's right. I know what precedent means. I'm not just some stupid jock.

Every week he managed to find some lesson that made absolutely no sense to teach us through music. Not that I'm complaining. I mean, Mr. Schue's a great teacher. He knows us all, and he's really there for us, no matter what. However, he does tend to create a lesson plan that's completely insane just because he feels like it. And then make set-lists and choreography for competitions the week before.

This week, though, I think I kind of… get the assignment. I understand what Mr. Schue's trying to say.

There are parts of people that others don't find because they don't try hard enough. That was definitely something I could relate to. After all, there was a part of me that nobody saw.

A part of me that I hide away because it's too hard to deal with.

And now I just sit here, staring at the most bored person in the room, because he manages to make boredom look captivating. And make me jealous and depressed at the same time.

I'm a bit worried about Kurt, though. I mean, he did only come back to school last week, but since walking in with a hat, he hasn't worn anything really… well… Kurt-like since then. That bothers me a lot.

I lo-like the way that Kurt is. I like how open he is about himself to himself. He doesn't deny who he is, because that would be easy. He embraces the fact that he just needs to be out there and fabulous because that's who he is. Now, though, he's wearing greys and blacks and it just looks like he's stopped trying.

I, personally, blame Blaine. Ewww. Blaine. I don't like the guy.

And don't jump to the conclusion that it's because I sort of have a thing for his boyfriend. It's because I genuinely find him annoying.

Maybe the boyfriend thing helps a little too.

And the fact that he's so much more… charismatic than me. He can just open his mouth and say something simple like 'Courage' (yes, I know that's what he tells Kurt. Kurt went to the trouble of sticking it up on his locker door, for goodness' sakes. It had to have been something that came out of Saint Blaine's mouth) and everyone swoons for him and it really makes me want to hit him in the face.

However, I don't really think that would earn me brownie points with Kurt. Him being Blaine's boyfriend and all.

All the girls love him because he's so nice to Kurt. Is being a boyfriend about being nice? I bet the girls would love me more if I were with Kurt.

Not that I care very much about what the girls think, however. There's only one person in the world whose opinion matters to me, and he has no idea.

So I just sit here and stare and wait for the idiot to realize that Kurt is too good for him and go and get a freakin' personality and just think. Think about ways to tell Kurt that I want him so bad it kind of hurts my heart a little. It's not very healthy. Maybe Kurt's like some secret drug or something. And my body's had some, and now I can't get enough. Maybe it's like that for everyone, but I would want to recover if I was on drugs, right? I would know it was bad…?

I have no idea. I've never done drugs, so no experience there.

But what if I really was –

There are fingers snapping in front of my face.

I shake my head quickly. "Wh-whuh? What?"

I look at the owner of the fingers, but I already know who it is. I mean, it's hard not to know when you stare at those hands whenever they're around. And that face and those damn eyes and OH GOD HE'S TALKING.

"… so maybe you should think about it? Sam, are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah," I reply. Kurt gives me that look where he just sees right into my brain (though thankfully, not very far) and raises an eyebrow. Just the one. That's a neat trick. "Okay, so maybe I wasn't. Sorry."

"What I said was, do you think you might want to leave the choir room any time soon? Glee's over, you know." I look around, affirming what he said (although I don't really need to. Kurt is always right, even when he's so wrong).

"Lost in my own world. Sorry." I stand up. "So, you got any ideas for the assignment?"

Kurt just shrugs as we walks towards the door. I can tell he's uncomfortable – I don't think we're really the best of friends. But I still figure we can hold a conversation.

"I'll probably use something from the Fame." He reads my expression easily. "Lady Gaga's first studio album." I nod. "See you around, Sam." Kurt smiles and walks off in the opposite direction.

I just sigh. Because I know I'll never be able to tell him how I feel. I'm just not that open about anything since what happened at my last school.

I shiver, and walk down the hall to my own locker.

Some things are best just left unthought-of. Unremembered. Lost.

As I walk to my car, and begin to drive home, I begin to formulate a plan.

Because if I don't get Kurt soon, I think I might explode.

He makes me so happy, that I could die. If that's even a thing. And if it wasn't, I could make it a thing, right? This is Kurt, we're talking about.

And there has to be a song that's really hidden for me to say that, doesn't there?