[A/N] So sorry for the lack of updates! I'm not too sure about this chapter, but I felt bad not updating so I thought I'd put it up :) Tell me what you think!

So true to her word, Santana had bought me pretty much a whole new wardrobe. Some of the things I had almost given her back and refused to wear, but she insisted that they did all the right things for me. So I had the right look. That was sorted.

I'd also been following her advice to my best ability. That weekend I'd spent my whole Saturday with him, watching movies at my house and chatting idly. Of course, we'd been interrupted by Dani quite a few times, but my parents were kind enough to not intrude.

I'd even started slipping compliments into our conversations. It was just little things, sometimes about his appearance, sometimes on his actions and, once when I'd watched his practise when Glee finished early about his skills on the field. He'd even began complimenting back. Especially after I started wearing my new clothes.

I wasn't sure at first whether it was because he felt obliged to, but when he started greeting me with compliments I felt reassured. Santana was right about my arms. I often caught his gaze lingering on them in my new short sleeved polos.

As for romantic gestures, I was sure how to do that subtly. I'd asked Tina's advice and she gave me some suggestions of things I could do. For example, I started getting him coffee in the morning, to which he was very grateful for. Apparently he liked his morning caffeine. I also started saving him a seat at lunch. It worked, because not only did he and I get along but he got along with Tina too, who would animatedly chat with him about various shops and designers.

By the time mine and Santana's performance came around on Wednesday, I felt that it was going pretty well with Kurt. I had a lot more hope than I'd ever had about pursuing a relationship with Kurt and I was definitely a lot more confident with him. I was starting to think that maybe Santana was right. Maybe this could work.

Even though I had this new found confidence, I couldn't help but feel nervous on Wednesday. I was going to be performing in front of Kurt. Heck, I was going to be performing to Kurt! Well, he didn't know that. In fact, only Santana, Tina and I knew that, but I was still nervous! What if I sucked? What if he didn't like the song? What if I opened my mouth to sing and no words came out?

"You ready, hamhock?" Santana greeted as she met me backstage in the auditorium. I let my hand glide over the strings of my guitar. Crap, how was I going to play guitar and sing at the same time?

"I think it going to throw up," I admitted.

Santana rolled her eyes dramatically and took me by the shoulders, shaking me slightly.

"Get a grip!" she exclaimed.

"I can't do it, Santana! He's out there! I'm going to mess up. I'm going to make myself look stupid. He's going to laugh at me!"

"Listen. You need to man up! Seriously, being gay doesn't give you the excuse to act like a 9 year old girl! Grow some balls, get out there and sing until Kurt is all over you, otherwise I may have to rip them off! Got it, lover boy?" Her grip on my shoulders had tightened and I stared at her wide eyes, suddenly more afraid of her than I was of performing. I nodded vigorously and she smirked at me.

"Great. Now get your ass out there!"

I let out a deep breath and stood up before heading over to the stage. I could do this. Probably. Hopefully.

I stepped out to join Santana in front of the microphones centre stage. I dared myself to glance into the audience. I found the faces of every single glee club member, Mr Schue and finally, at the back of the first section of chairs, between Tina and Brittany, I found Kurt. He hadn't looked up yet and appeared to be laughing at something Brittany had said. He looked adorable when he laughed. His nose all scrunched up, his lips stretching into a wide grin. I felt immediately calm. Okay, I could do this. Just focus on Kurt.

I looked over at Santana who nodded at me and shot a wink in my direction. Okay. Just like I'd practised.

I let my fingers run carefully over the strings of my guitar, reminding myself of the feel of it before I began to strum carefully. The glee members who hadn't been looking previously turned to watch our performance, as did Kurt who's eyes I managed to catch and smile at.

I took a deep breath before taking the first verse, my eyes not straying from Kurt as I did.

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

Santana took the second verse, her voice ringing clear through the auditorium.

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

And sooner or later it's over

I just don't wanna miss you tonight

We both sang the chorus, our voices melting together in perfect harmony.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's meant to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

Santana continued to sing the first half of the next verse and I followed her smoothly on the second half.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

My hand moves furiously over my guitar, as if to emphasise the last chorus and Santana and I sang together until the end of the song.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's meant to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

As the final note died, a series of applause rang out through the auditorium, some people even standing to congratulate our performance, but I didn't notice. My eyes were where they'd been since the beginning of the song. On Kurt. And I grinned when I realised where his gaze had been the whole performance. On me.