Ok. So this is my first fanfic. Ever. I was reading some Kurt/Quinn friendship and romance stories and I got a little obsessed... I decided to take a whack at it. It may not be too great but I had a blast writing it. I am going to post this first chapter, and if you like it I'll post future chapters. If it sucks please tell me:P Reviews would be awesome!

P.S. I know Kurt is gay. I am not that stupid. If you are going to write a review just to tell me that, please don't. I just like the pairing. Okay thanks.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Not nearly cool enough.

I stood there, motionless. They walked by me, laughing, scoffing. Cornstarch burned my eyes intensely. The ice-cold liquid dripped down my shirt, burning away what little pride I had left. Internal sobs began to wrack my body.

No. No. No.

I pushed back the hot tears threatening to break my poker face, masking my deteriorating self-worth. Not here, in front of everyone. Lunch would have to wait. My legs reluctantly started to walk, leaving the slushie pools for the janitor. As the emotions of hurt and embarrassment began to brim over my mental barrier, I broke into a full sprint towards the girl's restroom. I burst through the door, tears flowing freely, my breaths interrupted by painful, gut-wrenching cries. All at once, the effort of the dash to the bathroom caught up with me. Nausea overtook my sadness, and I barely made it to a toilet. Coughing and sputtering, I faced the full throttle punishment of morning sickness. When it was finally done, I began to bawl again, still positioned over the toilet. My wails echoed off of the walls of the small stall and throughout the entire bathroom.

Why are kids so awful at this school? What did I do to deserve this?

I heard the restroom door swing open. I tried to stifle my sobs, but they stubbornly betrayed my wish to remain undiscovered. The steps quickened once the door was opened, and I heard I knock behind me on the stall door, which I had failed to close in my rush to avoid puking all over the place.

"Quinn?" A particularly high, smooth voice asked.

"Kurt? What are you doing in the girl's bathroom?" I demanded, thoroughly startled. My voice was rough and hoarse, barely audible.

"To go to the bathroom, of course," he shot back, scowling, putting his hands on his hips. "Why else would I be in here?"

"I, uh, well…" I trailed off, too drained to throw some snide insult at him. I was on my knees, with slushie stains all over my white and blue sundress, my eyes red and swollen from crying. I'm sure I looked ridiculously pathetic. Kurt must have felt pity on me because his glare melted into a sympathetic smile, and his blue-green eyes softened.

"Here, let's get you cleaned up," he gently took hold of my arm and pulled me up to my feet. I sighed dejectedly, accidentally breathing my vomit saturated breath into his face. He wrinkled his nose and turned his head away.

"Ugh. Not to worry, I always keep an extra toothbrush in my bag," he chuckled awkwardly, opening his green and blue plaid Gucci handbag and digging around, while leading me to the sink. I was baffled by his kindness, but utterly grateful, hardly anyone had batted an eye of compassion towards me since the news got out about my deception to Finn, and about who the real father of my baby was. That incident cost any consolation felt toward me before.

"Kurt, why are doing this?" I inquired him while he was helping me wipe the sticky slushie and mascara streaks off of my face. I felt a pang of guilt. I had never been nice to him. In fact, I had been quite the opposite. In my Cherrio days, I had witnessed and even encouraged his frequent slushie facials and dumpster tossing forced upon him by the jocks.

'Well, first of all, I didn't want to see such an adorable dress get completely destroyed," he said, grinning, continuing to wipe my right cheek. Then his tone became serious, and he looked me straight in the eyes and put his hand on my shoulder. "Quinn, I know you are hurting. Bad. I know how it feels, to be humiliated, hurt and rejected, when all I wanted to be was excepted. In fact, it still happens continually. I would never wish it upon anyone. Even you. As a fellow gleeclubber, I believe it is our job to look out for one another and watch each other's backs. Kind of like my Lady Gaga fanclub that I participate in via Internet."

I giggled and rolled my eyes at his example of teamwork and comradery. But a sudden flow of warmth and comfort overtook my body. His sincerity (and my raging hormones) caused my eyes to tear up once again. I was touched. This is the same Kurt Hummel that walked the halls arrogantly, head held high and a strut in his step. The same Kurt Hummel who had hardly ever spoken to me. The same Kurt Hummel who despised popular kids, and evidently had despised me.

We finished cleaning up about ten minutes later. The trashcan was overflowing with soiled moist towelettes. Kurt then took the opportunity to take care of his reasoning for being in the girl's bathroom in the first place.

"If you have ever witnessed the horrors of the boy's bathroom, you would understand," he explained to me from the stall he was in. He came out and daintily squirted the foaming soap into his hands, then washed them, checking his perfectly primped hair in the mirror. I leaned against the counter, watching him. I was in slight awe of his confidence. He dried his hands, then gave his reflection one last smile before turning to me.

"Well I should probably get going," he looked at his watch. "Mercedes is probably thinking I fell in." He smirked playfully at the thought of his best friend worrying over his absence.

"Thank yo-" I began.

"No need to thank me," he waved his hand at me absently. "It was my pleasure to help a soul in need." He brought his hand dramatically up to his heart. Then with one last genuine smile, he headed for the door, patting my shoulder on the way.

The door shut behind him, and I was on the verge of tears again. Not tears of sadness, but this time tears of gratitude. I closed my eyes and thanked the Lord for the stroke of empathy and kindness Kurt had just given me.