kurt slumped into one of the library chairs, dropping his heavy bag at his feet with a dramatic huff. naturally. while they rarely made specific arrangements to meet here, it did seem that kurt and marcel often stumbled into one another at the library every few days, and kurt made a habit of staying close to the other boy during those instances. he crossed his legs, reaching down to retrieve his french textbook from his bag, risking a quick glance at marcel to ensure he had his attention. "could you possibly offer me a bit of . . . advice?" he asked, cringing slightly on the last word. "there's . . . this boy . . . i've been spending time with recently, and i've been getting an obnoxious amount of mixed signals. i'd ask mercedes, but she tends to plug her ears whenever anyone references romance."