AN: Ello...I haven't written anything in ages, and it's late and I figured I'd just force myself to write. This is what came from my mind, completely from scratch. Definitely a different writing style from what I've done in the past, but tell me if you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Fox, these characters. Oh, how I wish I did though.

Well, on with the oneshot then...

You look at him.

Keep looking.

For some reason you can't tear your eyes away from his beaming face.

You beam in return.

Keep looking.

You look away.

And when you find the nerve to look at him once again, he's already enveloped in a conversation with someone else.

Brunette. Obnoxious. Rachel.

Your heart drops a bit, no longer fluttering inside of your chest. Because he's not looking at you anymore with his reddened cheeks and sparkling eyes.

Keep looking.

You sigh.

Look away.

Look back.

Keep looking.

Every time you force yourself to look at him, you tell yourself that you're over him. That you don't care for his goofy smiles. Or his whitened teeth. Or the way he charms you into believing that there's even a slight chance of hope.

No.

You're over him.

But yet, you fall in love with him all over again every time.

Connect eye contact.

Keep looking.

Don't look away.

He must sense your stare because he turns his attention from the brunette to glance toward you.

He smiles that smile that is kind of awkward, yet sweet all the same.

Your heart flutters again.

Keep looking.

You feel the heat rise from your neck to your cheeks. A blush. You're blushing.

For a second you drift off into a daze.

You drift off because it's your only way of finding a safe haven.

Serenity.

"Kurt."

You blink.

Look away.

Look up.

Mercedes.

"What are you doing, boy? Rehearsals are over."

You huff, standing up from your seat, noting that they were the only two left in the choir room.

You drifted too long.

You idiot.

"Here."

She hands you your shoulder bag.

You thank her discreetly as she loops her arm through yours and leads you out of the room.

But you stop dead in your tracks when you come across him and the brunette.

Keep looking.

They're kissing.

Keep looking.

Embracing one another.

Keep looking.

They pull away, smiling.

Look away.

You never thought that it would be this hard. That it would hurt this much.

But it does.

And you can't help but hate yourself for believing that Rachel Berry has won.

As if this is all a competition.

And that Finn is the prize.

You're ridiculous.

So you allow Mercedes to lead you down the rest of the hallway, ignoring Rachel and Finn as best as possible.

Nearly impossible.

You look straight ahead.

Keep looking.

You'll find that someone someday.

"Whoa."

You stumble back.

You bumped into someone.

"Sorry."

You both apologize.

You chuckle. A nervous chuckle. Something you only do when you are with Finn.

"Sam."

You drifted off again.

"What?"

You ask.

Look up.

Keep looking.

He smiles at you, holding out his hand, urging you to take it and then shake it like a formal greeting.

"My name. Sam."

You blink.

Keep looking.

You shake his hand with a smile spreading wide on your face, feeling the tingles on the tips of your fingers. The tingles you only get when you touch Finn.

"Kurt."

You smile.

He smiles.

Mercedes watches in amusement.

Keep looking.

Never look back.

"Nice to meet you."

It's a very simple writing style, I must say. And there's not much to the story, but I think the piece is nice in a way.

Please review and tell me what you think.