Kurt was riding down the elevators, his hands loaded up with bags packed with clothing items that matched the quality of what he was wearing. He was in his element and with Mercedes busy with her family, he'd had no choice but to go it alone today. There was no one to squeal in excitement with about the new range of man bags at Marc Jacobs. It had been an extremely anticlimatic experience
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"Oh, I'm sorry!" The words were instantly out of his mouth, wincing at the way the two bodies hit one another. He immediately felt bad about the sound of the bags going towards the ground. It was a huge mess. He hoped nothing was breakable. He went to apologize again when the hand steadied him. His eyes widened slightly at the sound of Kurt's voice. He swallowed hard, and just barely kept himself from flinching back from him at the grip on his arm. He wasn't going to do that. He was more mature than that
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Kurt had tugged his hand away reflexively as soon as he realised who he was grabbing on to. Things with Sam had been weird... distant. Even when Kurt spent his brief stint on the football team that just ended up like some sort of weird dance recital, they had hardly even spoken. Kurt knew when to take a hint to keep the distance. He had experienced it so long, he knew when someone didn't want to be in his presence
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No matter what told him to just run and flee, something held him back. He couldn't just... leave things how they were. He knew it was mostly his fault. He'd been avoiding Kurt purposely harder than usual. With a school as big as McKinley, it really wasn't that hard. You just headed into the opposite hallway, and there you were. Or in his case, grab a Cheerio's hand, and everything became simple like that, when they led him off somewhere else. Usually just to class, but it worked. Because... Sam wasn't into some of the things they attempted to tempt him with. No way, no how. He was glad he'd decided to stay nameless with some of those girls. Shaking the thought from his head, he returned to watching Kurt, and he bit on his lower lip, contemplating what he should say to him. If there was anything he could say to him
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