It was dark outside Dalton Academy for boys. The sky was shining with stars above, the moon reflecting of the window of the choir room. The occasional sound of a bird chirping was heard outside.
It was just as quiet in the choir room, except for the sound of the air conditioning and occasion flip of a page. That was coming from a young boy in a blue and red uniform sitting by the warm fireplace.
The boy was studying a heavy textbook, holding a pencil in one hand and his face relaxed but concentrated. He looked around fifteen, with his porceline skin and light brown hair. He bit his lip, as if something had suddenly stumped him, before letting an understanding expression take over. He moved the notebook beside him over and quickly scribbled something on it.
He looked up when he heard the click of the door opening to find a curly haired and dapper looking boy walking in with a smile on his face. His hazelnut eyes reflected the fireplace in front of him.
The boy with glaze eyes now smiled warmly at the boy before him.
" What are you doing up here, Blaine? It's quite late." He said kindly looking at the so called Blaine.
" I could ask the same. I wanted to see how you're doing, to make sure you're fitting in alright." Blaine replied, taking a few steps forward. " Kurt, your bed was empty." He elaborated.
Kurt laughed gently." You checked to see if I was in my room at midnight? I don't know, Blaine." He said jokingly.
Blaine laughed along at this, his beautiful features emphasized.
" Nevertheless, it's touching to know that you care." Kurt said sincerely.
Blaine could tell clearly that Kurt had his walls up, and it was really well built too. He really wanted Kurt let it down, he said he was worried about Kurt fitting in, but he really wasn't. He was worried that Kurt would pretend to be someone else rather then let people in. If he did, Blaine was sure everyone would love him just as much if not more, and for who he was. Either ways, Blaine didn't communicate this. He didn't want to pry, but it hurt him to think that Kurt doesn't feel comfortable enough around him to even open up to him. They were close friends, weren't they?
He shook these thoughts away before Kurt could recognize them. He looked at Kurt to find him staring at him, smiling. It was so fake yet beautiful that Blaine wanted to cringe. Yet he ignored that and instead reached over to Kurt's table and took a glance at his textbook.
" Ah, Charlemangne? Must be a pain. If you need help with the book I can offer my assitance." Blaine said.
" No, I think I am alright. Thanks though. You should go back to sleep." Kurt said before stifling a yawn. At this distance, Blaine noticed the dark circles under Kurt's eyes.
" Hypocrite! You're the one that needs sleep, not me!" Blaine said teasingly, and began packing Kurt's study books.
" Wait, I can't! I have so much homework. I have to keep up. I can't waste the money my dad and Carole spent to let me go to this school!" Kurt said , panicking. He reached for his things and made a grabbing motion before Blaine pulled it out of his reach.
Blaine was amazed by how Kurt was always thinking of others before himself. He could clearly tell that Kurt hasn't slept for days. He was sure that Kurt's dad and step mom wouldn't have wanted this. He quickly put Kurt's things into his bag while keeping Kurt at bay. It wasn't hard, seeing that Kurt was too tired to fight back.
" Fine, I'll study more tomorrow." Kurt said non chalately before nearly stumbling into Blaine's arms. (unfortunately) He caught himself before falling forwards.
" Woah. Okay. You need to sleep right now, and you really shouldn't stay up tomorrow. " Blaine said, grabbing hold of Kurt's arm and putting it across his shoulder's to support him.
" I still need to do my skin regime, Blaine." Kurt mumbled, ignoring Blaine's second comment.
" It'll be worse for your skin if you stay up." Blaine said, taking Kurt's bag beforethe other boy could insist on carrying it himself.
" Since when did you become an expert in skin care?" Kurt said tiredly yet teasingly. Blaine was surprised Kurt could still joke in this state.
" You don't need to be an expert to know that lack of sleep causes black circles under your eyes, and I am pretty sure it's not a trend on vougue." Blaine said smiling.
Silently, they walked out to the hall, up the staircase, and across the dorms to room 1034.
Queitly, Blaine opened the door to Kurt's room. When he looked over, he found Kurt looking as if he was about to pass out. He walked Kurt to his bed and lifted him on the bed. He let Kurt's hand slip from his back and on to his comfortable before standing up straight and taking Kurt's shoes off. Placing the shoes on the floor, he looked at Kurt with an enormous amount of care. By this time, Kurt has already fell asleep, and Blaine had the chance to to admire how beautiful Kurt looks when he is asleep. After a few minutes, He blushed as he realised he was staring at Kurt when he was sleeping. He's not a professional in social life, but he was pretty sure that it was deemed as creepy to watch people when they are sleeping, nevermind rude . Blaine didn't know what compeled him to do this, but he placed a light kiss to Kurt's forehead, perhaps it would be seen as a friendly gesture, but Blaine knew better. He didn't dwell on this though, pulling Kurt's blanket over him. He put Kurt's Marc Jacobs bag on his bedside table before turning to leave.
" 'night" Kurt mumbled before turning around to a more comfortable position.
Blaine smiled before shutting the door behind him.
ringggggg!
"Argh" Kurt thought, before reaching over to find his iphone. Instead, he found his bag on the bedside table. Realising that he really had no choice, Kurt sat up and squinted before grabbing his bag. He opened it and reached inside to look for his phone. When he finally found it, he swiped the screen, entered his pass code and tapped dismiss.
He dropped his face back onto his pillow for another minute of silence, only to have it broken by a shrill chirp from the yellow canary on his study table.
" Not now, Pavoratti!" Kurt said into his pillow. But when Pavoratti continued shrieking into the early daylights, Kurt gave up trying to get his minute of silence. Getting up, he pulled back his covers and walked over to the bird.
" You will be the death of me someday, Pavoratti." Kurt said weakly to the bird before taking a box of bird seeds beside the cage on the table and pouring someout onto his hand. opening the canary cagedoor, he poured the seeds into the bird feeder. Pavoratti chirped happily.
" Good morning to you too, Pavoratti." Kurt said tireldly with sarcasm. Even with the constant chirping in the morning, he has to admit that he really loved the bird, it was the one living thing that was always with him. He has really grown to be attached to the bird.
Turning away to his en suite bathroom, he switched on the bathroom lights.
The sink cabinet was marble and beautiful, with a marble surface. Above the sink was a cupboard full of Kurt's carefully arranged face products. Kurt reached over to the cup sitting on the cabinet and filled it with water before rinsing the toothbrush that was lying beside the cup. He quickly applied tooth paste, brushed his teeth and began thirty minute skin regime and hair do. It used to be an hour, but now he just didn't have the time.
He didn't really want to move. He wouldn't have if it wasnt for the bullying. It wasn't that he wasn't strong, but the bullying was getting to be unbearable. Blaine tried helping, he knew that, but even he couldn't stop the bullying. So he moved to Dalton Academy where there was a zero tolerence in bullying and people could be who they were, except they can't. He couldn't express himself. The uniform was just a minor was pressured to act dapper in this enviroment, he couldn't be himself, because then he wouldn't really be accepted. Being a mid term transfer didn't help either. The work load was heavy, and he needed to catch up if he didn't want to let everyone down. He became more independent than ever.
Before he realized it, he was done his regime and hair. Kurt sighed before moving on to get his uniform. Kurt stopped in his tracks before his eyes widened.
Oh shoot, I wore my uniform to sleep! It's going to be WRINKLED! What would the others think?
Suddenly awake, Kurt gulped and took a risk by looking down.
Luckly and mirculously, it wasn't wrinkled. Kirt let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. It must be that he didn't change positions while he was sleeping. He was wearing the blazer too. He was extremely glad that it wasn't wrinkled or else he would have to wear the cardigan to warbler practice that day, which could possibly end with Wes lecturing him on the importance of wearing the proper warbler uniform code to warbler practice.
Kurt remembered that he only had another fourty five minutes to eat and clean his room, but his room wasn't really messy, so it should be fine. Just in case, he began cleaning his room. He moved over to his bed to pull over his covers before tripping over something and falling over on to the bed. He stood up and striaghtened out his uniform immediately before looking for what he tripped on. He found his shoes lying on the floor, one of them flipped over.
Atleast I know what I tripped over. Kurt thought before pulling on his shoes.
He returned to his intended task of making up his bed before cleaning the rest of his room. He cleaned the bird droppings in Pavoratti's cage too. He was washing his hands when he heard a knock at the door.
" Goodmorning Kurt, It's Blaine. " A singsong voice said.
Kurt turned off the tap and opened the door to a smiling Blaine with two cups of coffee on a cardboard tray in his hand. Surprised, Kurt smiled back.
" Goodmorning Blaine. Did you bring me coffee?" Kurt said. Kurt suddenly grew ashamed. He shouldn't have assumed it was for him, it could have been for Wes, David, Nick, Tre-
" Yes, a medium drip caramel coffee for you." Blaine said, quickly catching on with Kurt's concern, once again astonished by Kurt's modesty.
" Oh, right." Kurt said relieved. " I-I mean, Thank you! You shouldn't have!" Kurt quickly said, extremely flustered with himself, blushing a rose colour.
Oh gaga. I must look terrible. What an embarassment... Kurt thought.
Oh. Kurt looks cute when he blushes. Blaine thought. Wait, where did that come from...Oh well, I can't stop it if I do like Kurt a little.
Blaine blushed at this. Kurt noticed the change and became very confused.
" Um, Blaine. Is there something on my face?" Kurt asked, a little worried.
"No, ofcourse not. You look fine, Kurt." Blaine said as reality struck him again. He passed Kurt his coffee and Kurt excepted it. Still looking as if he was doubting Blaine.
" Really, there's nothing on your face." Blaine said. Kurt wasn't convinced, his glazed eyes not doubting Blaine, but in self doubt. It pained Blaine to see Kurt like this.
" Okay." Kurt said in a small voice before regaining composure. " I am going downstairs for breakfast, would you like to come?" He asked.
" Sure." Blaine said, walking back a few steps before waiting for Kurt to close the door. When Kurt was done, they walked down the stairs.
When they reached the dining hall, they both grabbed plates and cultlery, moving to the food selections. Kurt grabbed a croissant, apple and orange juice and Blaine got eggs, bacon and milk.
" Do you always eat healthy?" Blaine asked, raising his eyebrows jokingly.
" Ofcourse." Kurt replied, looking at Blaine. ' Everything else has an unhuman amount of grease, plus, I have to be a role model for my dad." Kurt said.
Blaine could see the change in Kurt's eyes. Though Kurt tries to hide it, he became sad at the topic of his dad's health. Burt has gotten a heart attack a few months ago, and it devastated Kurt. He imagined that Kurt cried all week and his eyes were red and swollen. He wish he was there to help Kurt get through it. On top of all the bullying he didn't deserve that.
Blaine forced a quiet laugh. He wished he could tell Kurt that Burt would be fine, but he didn't know that.
" You're definately a great role model then." Blaine said, trying to cheer Kurt up. Sadly, Kurt was in his own world.
"mmmm." Kurt replied.
"Kurt, you are always worrying about others, I think you should stop worrying an enjoy your time now at Dalton. It's what your dad would have wanted." Blaine said, waking Kurt up from his sad daze.
" No, you're right, Blaine." Kurt said. For a second Blaine was relieved. "But I can't just not worry. I'm fine. I just have a lot on my plate right now." Kurt finished.
Blaine sighed.
Kurt was too caring for his own good. Blaine thought as they walked towards their friends.
When they reached the table, Wes, Trent, Nick, and Jeff was chatting animatedly about the next solo. Kurt and Blaine sat down at the table, joining their stopped talking to greet them
" Hi Blaine, Hi Kurt." Wes said politely, smiling. He was the asian head of the warblers.
" Hi Blaine, Hi Kurt." Davis said kindly. David was an african american. He had short hair and a dapper smile.
" Hi Klaine." Neff said. Neff was Nick and Jeff's couple name. They've been dating for half a year now. Both of them had full mouths and were talking through their hands.
" Good Morning, Wes, David, Nick, and Jeff." Kurt said kindly before beganing to eat.
" Wait. What is Klaine?" Blaine asked Neff.
" Oh that's Blaine and Kurt." Nick replied as if it answers all questions.
" But what is Klaine?" Blaine asked.
" It's your future couple name." Jeff replied.
At this, Kurt choked on his orange juice and began coughing. Blaine turned concernedly towards Kurt and patted him on the back. When the coughing died down, Blaine turned to Neff.
" Look at what you've done." Blaine said, sort of joking.
Neff, and Wes burst out laughing, while David tried not to laugh.
Kurt had finally calmed down when he spoke.
" What are you laughing at?" Kurt huffed. " Nice to know that you take pleasure in me choking. I'll make sure to not do that again." Kurt continued unaware that they were in fact laughing at Blaine's obvious care for Kurt.
" No-No... I- am- not..." Jeff gasped out between laughs." Laughing -at... that." He finished.
A teacher looked over disapprovingly. Kurt smiled apologically at her. She smiled sympathetically back at Kurt, knowing that it hadn't been his fault. Kurt was a great student.
Kurt continued eating and waiting for them to stop laughing. Instead, he turned to look at Blaine. Blaine was looking surprisingly flustered himself. He was blushing and his eyes were looking anywhere but at him. Kurt's self doubt merely grew. Kurt continued eating with his head down, before attempting to compose himself again. He hated himself for being so sensitive.
" So, are you auditioning for the solo for this sectionals?" Kurt asked. This caught warbler Wes's attention.
" We were thinking that you should, Blaine." Wes said, sounding as if he really wanted Blaine to audition.
" Wait. Blaine didn't audition?" Kurt asked, confused.
" No, I didn't. I thought that we should give other people a chance to sing a solo." Blaine said. " You should audition, Kurt." He finished.
"I actually want to." Kurt said. He would never back down from a chance to shine. " Wes, can you put me on the audition list?' He asked a bit louder over the table, talking over Jeff's and Nick's hysterical laughing.
Wes wacked Jeff and Nick over the head with his gavel, which Kurt didn't know he had.
" Yes. I'll tell you the audition date later today." He replied. Jeff and Nick were rubbing their heads.
" What was that for?" Jeff exclaimed.
" Laughing inapproiately." Wes said seriously, in full warbler mode.
"You laughed too! And anywayd, that is not in the warbler rule book.' Nick mumbled disgruntledly.
" There's a warlbler rule book?" Kurt asked.
" Yes. " wes replied. " Nick, It may not be in the warbler rule book, but it's in common knowledge that laughing inappropraitely will result in a gavel to the head." Wes lectured, chosing to ignore his first comment.
" What?! It's not common knowledge. That was uncalled for!" Nick exclaimed.
" It's not. It's in Wes's rule book. Just look under no fun allowed." Jeff said annoyed.
David snorted, earning him a glare from Wes.
" So, Kurt, what are you going to sing?" Blaine said in a slightly louder voice, in an attempt to change the topic, and the mood with it.
" I don't know yet. " Kurt said, " maybe something from broadway." Kurt continued.
Blaine could see that Kurt's walls were up again. It fustrated him to no end. The fustration wasn't directed at Kurt, but rather directed at himself. He wanted to help Kurt, but he wasn't strong enough too. He always ran away from everything, and now that Kurt needs support, Blaine doesn't know how to give it to him.
Right then, the warning bell rang loudly, and the sound of students leaving the dining hall followed it.
Jeff and Nick stopped giggling and composed themselves, before standing up and leaving along with Wes, Trent, Blaine, and Kurt.
All of them walked up the stairs chatting quietly. When each of them reached their dorm rooms, Kurt walked into his. He checked on pavoratti one last time before grabbing his bag. He reached for his phone before noticing that he's gotten a text. A feeling of dread filled him. Nevertheless, he ignored it and opened the text. It was another one of those texts.
Hi F**, the dumpster misses you
Kurt didn't know who gave them his phone number. He doesn't even know who these are from, but he could guess it was from one of the jocks in mckinely. He's gotten these a few times over this past month he's been at Dalton. He pushes it aside though, and doesn't let it bother him.
He was still looking at his phone when Blaine knocked the door.
"Come in." Kurt said absentmindly.
Kurt turned around that day for the secondtime to face a smiling Blaine.
"Hello Blaine." Kurt said, plastering a smile on his face.
Blaine on the other hand noticed Kurt's fake smile. He looked down to find Kurt's right hand holding his iphone. Blaine suddenly grew suspicious, and his suspicion was futher reinforced when Kurt glanced quickly at his iphone before looking back.
"Kurt. What's wrong?" Blaine asked, concerned, but suspicious.
" Nothing." Kurt said, he was a really good actor, and this is an approach he's practiced many times, but Blaine could see through that this time.
" It's not nothing. You got a text." Blaine said.
Kurt couldn't see a way out of this. He decided it'd be easier to quickly explain this and wave it off as something minor. He had ten minutes before class starts.
" Okay. So i get rude texts once in a while, but it's not a big deal." Kurt said non chanlently.
As a result, Blaine suddenly got defensive.
" Of course it matters! This is not okay. You can't let them bully you or rule your life, Kurt." Blaine quietly exclaimed.
" I am not letting them rule my life. That's why I don't care." Kurt whispered back fiercely, looking as if he can't believe Blaine.
" Look Blaine, I appreciate that you care, but it's not a big deal." Kurt said a lot calmer and kinder, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Blaine could see kurt holding up those collasping walls. A wave of sadness swept over him.
" I'm sorry, Kurt. But If it does get worse, do tell me." Blaine asked, sad and concerned.
The final bell rang and saved Kurt from replying. Kurt gave Blaine a quick hug before leaving, to show that he appreciate this, that he's sorry for the outburst, but he needs his space. Kurt could tell from Blaine's expression that he got the message, even though he looked sad, he understood. Kurt quickly hurried to leave for his first class: French.
