Glob had a crush. A really really big crush. More specifically, he had a huge crush on you. He'd seen you around the institute plenty of times, but didn't have the guts to approach. Which was surprising, since his guts were on constant display. He kept his distance, watching you from afar. His friends were constantly making fun of him, and encouraged him to approach you. He vehemently refused. He was fucking terrified, and for good reason. You were an older student, someone the other X-Men held in high regard. Glob knew that him and his waxy and or gelatinous self didn't have a snowballs chance in Hell. That feeling was only solidified as he accidentally bumped into you on his way to one of his classes. His eyes would have widened, if he had eyelids, and the hole that acts as his mouth gapes open, flapping as he stutters.

"U-uh, I uh, s-sorry, uh uhm....oh dammit."