"Are you coming in?" Santana asked me as we parked beside a gas pump at the Soda Shoppe.

We were singing along to one of the CDs I burned, with all of our favorite songs on it. It was a typical Saturday: Get up late, pack up some DVDs, and head over to Kurt or Brittany's house to have a movie marathon. Sometimes I'd go by myself to Kurt's if Santana and Brittany wanted to spend some quality time together, or vice versa if Kurt and Blaine needed time to reacquaint their selves with each other. And if they both wanted to spend time with their significant other, then I'd graciously step aside and let them be.

I didn't let them know that I was lying alone in my spacious house, stretched out on my bed, or couch, or recliner in my home theater eating the unhealthiest foods and sighing unhappily. Or maybe I'd reside to my bedroom and look outside my window and stare.

Sometimes Kurt would invite me to go with him and Blaine somewhere, but I would always decline. I refused to be the third wheel. And maybe it was that thought alone that turned me cold and bitter and unable to succumb to the cloud of disappointment looming over my head, to let go. I've had everything I ever wanted, so why couldn't I just be happy? I was strong-willed, rich, independent, and had friends that loved me as much as I loved them. Why wasn't I happy?

I took time to shake my head no in between my adlibbing to a song I had on repeat for the past weeks.

Well I guess I'm trying to be, nonchalant about it

"Do you want anything in here then?"

"A Peace Tea is fine, and I don't care what flavor you get." I replied grabbing my wallet to hand her some money before she shook her head.

"No, you always buy the food. It's on me this time, Wheezy." She said smirking and closing the door before I could protest.

I shook my head before smiling. "Thank you!" I yelled through my rolled down window at her retreating form.

"Welcome!"

It made me happy to know that my friends were friends with me for who I was not how much money my family had or what I could buy them.

I went back to the song as it neared the end, singing my lonely heart out as much as I could without sounding and looking like a maniac.

But in reality I'm slowly losing my mind, underneath the disguise of a smile gradually I'm dying inside

I didn't hear the car pulling up to the gas pump beside me, I didn't see the person getting out of their car, and I definitely didn't feel their stare on me as I continued to sing.

Friends ask me how I feel and I lie convincingly, 'cause I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering

I swear that if I knew I was being watched I wouldn't even had started singing. I would've kept quiet, but I didn't know.

So then I wear my disguise 'till I go home at night and turn down all the lights, and then I breakdown and cry

When I was done I sighed, content with how I finished off the song. I turned my head to see if I could figure out what was taking Santana so long in the Soda Shoppe with just a glance when I saw him. He was standing next to his car, pumping gas and whistling the tune I was just singing. It shocked me.

Did he catch me singing? Had he been there the whole time? Was he making fun of me?

I took in his Vans, dark wash jeans and red hoodie before looking up at his face. His lips were thick and full looking and his eyes were a light shade of blue or green or maybe hazel. I couldn't tell from where I was.

Oh God, I thought. A cute guy just rolled up in his Ford F150 and I've been sitting in this car lookin' a damn fool singing like that. Of course this only happens to me.

Taking a chance I stared him straight in the eyes daring him to make fun of me. Instead, he smirked before whistling a bit louder.

I could feel my face getting hot with embarrassment. I glared at him before turning away, and wishing Santana would hurry up and return so we could get out of here already. What was she doing in there?

"You sounded pretty."

I whipped my head around to look at the boy who was previously whistling, not believing my ears.

"I mean, you sounded really good." He reiterated, grinning.

I returned the gesture before looking him straight in the eyes again. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, pretty girl."

Was this incredibly attractive stranger flirting with me? I was only wearing a tee shirt and jean shorts, some old flip flops and my hair was in a bun on top of my head. It definitely wasn't my finest outfit, yet he was flirting with me?

I never got the chance to beg his pardon because Santana finally remembered she was supposed to be pumping gas and returned with my Peace Tea in hand, pumped gas and hopped back in the car.

"Missed me?" She asked, shooting me an apologetic look.

I could feel his stare on me as I spoke. "Not really."

"I guess someone was too disconnected from reality and busy pretending they're on stage to miss their best friend, huh?" Santana said, slightly offended.

As the car started moving forward, I turned around to look at the boy who called me pretty and saw him smiling brightly at me. He waved goodbye and I returned the smile but didn't wave because I didn't want to tell Santana what happened. I didn't want her or Kurt's opinion tarnishing my outlook on what just happened. This was innocent, it was a moment of something unexpected and beautiful, and it was all mines.

"Yup Santana, I was definitely disconnected from reality."

I'm not sure if this should be a oneshot, an ongoing chapter story or what. But either way, comments? Questions?