Dear Parents,

I regret to inform you that as of next academic year, William McKinley High School will be closed down due to health and safety issues within the premises, which we cannot afford to repair and or improve due to insufficient funding from The National Board of Education.

I appreciate that this will cause you some concern as it will affect your children's future education. I will have individual meetings with your children within this penultimate semester in order to recommend future schools based on their attributes, current grade predictions and extra-curricular interests. If any of this criteria is unable to be met for your son or daughter, I will recommend school placements primarily based on reflection of their grade capability as the staff at William McKinley High School and I both believe that getting the best possible grades is a necessity to a bright future for your children.

Attached to this letter is a list of all the schools I will be recommending to your sons and daughters including an overview of each school, what is available for your children at these schools, why we will be recommending them, the addresses and distances from William McKinley High School so you are able to make an informed decision on my individual recommendations to suit you and your children.

Please do contact me if you have any further concerns regarding school transfers.

With regards,

T Figgins

Principal, William McKinley High School

"Finn, keep up. I want to get to the boarding house before the semester starts."

Kurt walked across the Dalton Academy campus with his boarding bag, his stepbrother Finn trailing behind. Finn replied, out of breath, "Dude, chill. The semester doesn't start for another week. This is just an orientation week."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "For a football player, your fitness levels are far from ideal."

Finn jogged to catch up with his brother, "I just don't get why they've built the boarding house all the way across campus from the parking lot."

"Oh my God, Finn. Just stop complaining. The fact they even accepted us and the other guys should be enough for you."

Finn chuckled as they turned the corner, the boarding house now in sight across an elegant, well-kept garden, "Can we just take a minute to remind ourselves that there are more students than just us? I'm sure we'll all be split up."

They walked up the steps of the boarding house, briefly admiring its early 1900s architecture. Kurt sighed as he grabbed hold of the door handle, "You ready?"

"You mean to finally face reality that McKinley is no longer around? I'm never going to be ready for that, dude."

Kurt pulled the door open to reveal a grand foyer filled with students lining up in a chaotic fashion at allocated tables in order to receive their boarding information booklets. Finn advanced towards the table labelled 'E-H', Kurt following close behind.

Suddenly, Kurt accidentally stepped on someone's foot, causing them to yelp loudly, "Ow!"

Kurt immediately replied, a little alarmed, "I'm so sorry! That was really clumsy of me! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

The boy looked up from the floor smiling, having checked that his foot was okay. Kurt could not believe what he was seeing. This guy was probably the most beautiful person he had ever seen: black gelled hair, olive toned skin, vibrant hazel eyes, dazzling smile. Kurt was sure that he was hallucinating, or was at least delusional. He'd never really felt like he liked anyone before, with the exception of his stepbrother, which he was pretty sure was just because he was lonely having recently come out of the closet. He also didn't believe in liking someone for their looks, but by God was this guy beautiful.

Kurt replied, "Well, if you're sure..."

The guy smiled again, causing Kurt's heart to flutter, "I'm sure. I need to get going. My boarding information pack isn't going to collect itself."

And with that, the guy walked off. Kurt stood in a trance, biting his lip, unable to get the boy's face out of his mind. The chiselled cheekbones, the flawless complexion, the luscious lips... Kurt was jolted out of his daydream by someone patting him on the back, "What the hell was that, Hummel?"

Kurt turned around to see Puck and Sam standing behind him, eyebrows raised, eyes bulging at what they just witnessed. He couldn't help but hug his two friends, more than happy to see them still at the same school as him. Sam chuckled lightly, "Kurt, we saw you yesterday. We went to Six Flags, remember?"

Kurt replied happily, "I know, but this whole new school thing is just overwhelming me, and I've never been happier to see you."

Puck grinned widely, "Looks like you've never been happier to see a complete stranger as well."

Kurt began to blush and darted his eyes around the foyer, anywhere but into Puck's knowing gaze, "Sam, why don't we go line up for our information booklets?"

The pair walked to the back of the line, noticing Finn was about half way to the desk now. Sam put his hand on Kurt's shoulder, gripping firmly for comfort, as he knew how nervous Kurt was under new conditions, having watched him panic at being on a roller-coaster just 24 hours ago, "So who's the guy?"

Kurt shook his head, "I don't know. I just stood on his foot and so I apologised. Why is that such a big deal?"

"He's a complete stranger who you were staring at. What the hell was going on in your head?"

"I refuse to discuss that with you, Sam."

Sam immediately shot back, teasing Kurt as his cheeks grew redder, "You can pretend that it's nothing if you want, but all us Glee guys can read you like a book, Kurt." Kurt had no response, as Sam continued, "I have a theory that life works in mysterious ways. Maybe McKinley closed down just so you could meet this guy."

Kurt let out a loud guffaw, "No, McKinley closed down because they couldn't afford to improve the health and safety hazards."

Sam shrugged as they reached the front of the queue, "You never know."

They both grabbed their information packs and immediately flicked to their room number and names of their roommate. Sam exclaimed excitedly, "Sweet. I'm with Joe Hart in room 20. I love that guy."

Kurt sighed half-heartedly, "Well, at least I'm next door to you. I'm with some guy called Blaine Anderson in room 21."

They set off towards the stairs, looking at the map within their information booklets to find their room. Finn was waiting at the top of the grand marble staircase, leaning against a trophy case. Kurt scolded Finn, "You do realise that that trophy probably means something?"

Finn replied, "Chill, this glass is solid. Anyway, it's not like I was putting any real weight against it. My shoulder was barely touching."

Kurt narrowed his eyes before Sam interrupted the sibling squabble, "What room are you in?"

Finn flicked through his information booklet to remind himself of what he had read a minute ago, "Room 22 with Puck."

"I better not hear you two getting rowdy after light's out." Kurt sighed, a bit annoyed at how he had the two loudest friends he had in the room next door. He continued, "No loud music either."

Finn smirked, "We'll see."

Sam cut in, gently nudging Kurt with his elbow, "It's not like you'll care anyway, Kurt. You'll be too busy looking for that guy to make out with."

Finn raised an eyebrow, much like in the way Puck and Sam had done downstairs a few minutes previously, "Already, dude? That's not like you at all."

Kurt protested, "I stood on the guy's foot, so I said I was sorry. Nothing happened."

Sam joined in with the smirking, "You were basically undressing him with your eyes. Deny it all you want, but Puck and I saw it ourselves."

Kurt turned on his heel, and called back to them as he began to jog down the hallway in order to avoid the conversation from continuing, at least whilst he was there, "I'm going to go unpack and meet my roommate for my junior year."

He turned the key in the lock on his bedroom door, slowly pushing it open to reveal a bedroom with two single beds, two desks and two small wardrobes. It was small and cosy and he just hoped that he was going to get along with his roommate. Although there was no sign of the guy, there was evidence he had been here, having claimed one of the desks already but not a bed.

Kurt wheeled his bag over to the unclaimed desk and placed it underneath before scoping out the room in full detail. He opened the wardrobes to find they were empty. His roommate was clearly considerate enough to wait so they could discuss who got which bed and wardrobe, but clearly needed to put his stuff somewhere for the time being until Kurt arrived.

As Kurt advanced back over to his bag to retrieve his phone charger, he noticed a Vogue magazine had been tossed lazily onto his roommate's desk's chair. His roommate liked Vogue? From that second on, Kurt knew that no matter how annoying his roommate was, they always had some common interest he would be able to relate back to. Kurt had two ambitions in life: to perform on Broadway, hopefully with his best girl Rachel, or to work in fashion. Either way, he had to end up in New York. He just had to.

He left his thought behind, continuing over to his bag and began to rummage for his phone charger. Suddenly a familiar voice spoke behind him, "Well if it isn't the guy who stepped on my foot."

Kurt gulped slightly, his eyes widening at the realisation of who his roommate was. It could have only been him. It was almost too cliché to be true. He spun around on the spot, hesitating with replying, "You're my roommate for this year?"

Blaine closed the door with his hip before extending a hand to greet Kurt. Kurt gladly shook his hand in response. Blaine smiled, "My name's Blaine."

Kurt couldn't trust himself to form a full sentence so he weakly replied, "Kurt."

Blaine smiled as he released Kurt's hand, "So honestly, I'm not fussed with which bed I sleep in, so I left it to your decision."

Kurt replied, "I'll just take the one nearest my desk."

Blaine nodded, "Okay, that's a good idea."

There was a short silence as they both laid out their pyjamas on their respective beds so that way they could just slip into them quickly and get to bed as soon as they could, especially considering they were already tired from today's back to school events and nothing had really happened. Blaine fell onto his bed, causing the mattress to bounce slightly, "So how come I haven't seen you at Dalton before?"

Kurt smiled at Blaine's attempt at a conversation as he began to hang up his clothes, therefore claiming a wardrobe, "I just transferred here. My last school shut down because of lack of funding for health and safety."

Blaine replied nonchalantly, "Ah, you're one of the McKinley transfers."

Kurt raised an eyebrow and looked up at Blaine from concentrating on hanging up clothes, "How did you know?"

"We had a letter during summer vacation about how boarding room arrangements were going to be different this year, allowing McKinley transfers a chance at staying together to make your transition easier."

Kurt snorted slightly, "Well, look how that worked out? My stepbrother is with his best friend. The two Christian transfers are together. I'm pretty sure that the other two transfers I know of are together. Under what circumstances is the roommate pairings agreed on anyway by admissions staff?"

Blaine chuckled, "It has a lot to do with similar interests, hence why you had to express your interests on your school transfer application."

Kurt perched on the end of Blaine's bed, not sure if they knew each other well enough to be sitting this close, but Blaine didn't protest or seem to become guarded. Kurt looked straight into Blaine's eyes, melting inside at the depth the shades of hazel went to. He replied, a little confused, "So you're telling me you like singing, glee club, musicals, Harry Potter, fashion..."

Blaine interrupted, "hanging out with friends, grabbing coffee, acting and movies? Yeah, pretty much."

Kurt was almost certain that at some point between opening the front door to the boarding house and realising that Finn was about to walk off without him, he had died. The guy he was sitting with in his bedroom right now was perfect. He was gorgeous; he couldn't deny himself that thought, and his friends had clearly noticed he felt that way. But now he knew a little bit about Blaine, he was almost certainly falling for this guy, and he had barely known him for 15 minutes. It was like an angel had been sent into his life for being so patient socially, even when times got really tough for him, almost too tough for him to handle.

Kurt composed himself quickly, "Blaine, I think we could have a beautiful friendship."

Blaine let out a loud laugh, unable to contain his amusement at Kurt's comment, "For all you know, I could snore. Think about the sleepless nights. I'm sure we wouldn't be friends on that basis."

Kurt joined in laughing, both boys already feeling comfortable enough around each other to know that this year's room share was going to be fine. Kurt had absolutely nothing to worry about.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door before it was carefully swung open, the person behind it clearly apprehensive due to the laughter in the room. Kurt looked over at the door, his laughter beginning to settle down. Puck poked his head through the crack between the door and the door frame, causing Kurt to burst into laughter once more and was barely able to say, "You look like your head is floating."

Puck replied, "I was coming to check on you, Hummel, considering that from next door it sounds like two hyenas are in here and I was just checking none had snuck in and killed your pale ass." His eyes widened at the sight of Blaine sitting up from his previously laying down position he had gotten into from lying back laughing. Puck began to stutter, "Well, it's nice to know that you and your roommate are getting along. I'll just be going now."

"Puck, wait." Kurt's tone sounded more authoritative than he meant it to.

Puck opened the door fully, shrugging his shoulders, "What?"

Kurt turned to Blaine, "Blaine, this is my stepbrother's best friend, Noah Puckerman. Puck, this is my new weekday roommate, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine nodded as a greeting, "Hey Noah."

Puck replied, a little irritation in his voice, "Please Anderson, call me Puck. I hate being called Noah."

Blaine furrowed his brow, "Only if you call me Blaine."

"Deal."

Suddenly, the three boys heard someone else call from next door, "Puck! Put your shoes somewhere which isn't in the middle of the floor!"

Puck breathed in deeply, replying to the voice, "I'll be there in a sec." He briefly addressed Kurt, "I think you've rubbed some of your tidiness rules onto your bro."

And with that, Puck closed the door behind him and walked back to his room, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone once more. Kurt turned back to Blaine, "One rule I have. If this room is not at least a little tidy, I will have a rant riot."

Blaine chuckled lightly, leaning forward slightly, "Noted. Room stays tidy or else I see what must be the only bad side to you."

Kurt shot back, "Oh, there's more than one bad side to me." He winked, before darting his eyes away. What had he just done?

Blaine shifted a little on the bed, lazily biting his bottom lip, "Oh really now?"

Kurt replied, half awkwardly, half flirtatiously, "I'm just saving those for someone special."

Kurt couldn't believe what he was saying. Where did these thoughts come from? He would have never said anything like that back at McKinley. But then again, there was no one he'd want to say things like that to.

His eyes widened as he looked away, a moment of realisation hitting him. He didn't even know if this guy swung for his team. If the Vogue magazine was any indication to go by, then he was, definitely. But for all Kurt knew, he could just be a straight guy with some stereotypically gay interests. He shook his head, judging himself for jumping to conclusions. Blaine noticed and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kurt looked up and smiled at Blaine, liking the fact that Blaine already seemed to care on some level. "It's just different being here." He quickly lied.

Blaine reached over and stroked Kurt's arm, "You'll get used to it. I'll help you through it."

And then he smiled. The cheeky bastard was smiling at him. Again. Kurt turned away, trying to cover up his furious blushing. He thought it went unnoticed but he wasn't sure.

The mattress bounced underneath Kurt as Blaine stood up, extending a hand in front of Kurt, "Come on. Let's go get dinner. I know the best table to sit at in the dining room. You'll like it."

Kurt took his hand and pulled down to lift himself up onto his feet. He dropped his hand by his side, careful to not come on too strong. He sighed, "You lead the way. I have no idea where we are going."

Blaine advanced across the room and opened the door, his hips gently swaying as he did. Kurt's heart skipped a beat as he briefly checked out Blaine's ass. This room arrangement wasn't going to work. Blaine was going to catch him doing this at one point or another and things were going to get awkward. With his luck, Kurt knew that it would be before orientation week was over. He wasn't even going to make it as far as the beginning of the semester before applying to transfer to yet another school. He was going to have to be more subtle or stop these feelings all together. But deep down he knew that neither of these were going to happen.

Blaine walked into the dining room, his new roommate following close behind. He took a second to soak in the currently empty state of one of the many rooms he had missed so much during summer vacation. It was just as he remembered it: the solid oak tables and benches all neatly lined up in several rows, the balcony where the teachers sat to eat, the maple wood walls glossed over with a light coat of clear paint, the black granite floors, the portraits of all the principals ever to have been employed at Dalton Academy, and the ceiling-to-floor rectangular windows. To Blaine, this dining room meant so much to him. This was the place where the Warbler council first approached him having burst out in song in the middle of breakfast one morning. This was the place where he met new people after feeling so alone having moved in for an entire semester, not even leaving for weekends. Dalton was his home - only going back to his brother's house during vacations because it was an obligation to leave campus.

Blaine automatically went to the seat where he was first invited to audition for the Warblers, the Dalton glee club. He had sat in that seat for every meal during last academic year ever since the invitation, and he was already starting to make sure that he'd sit in that spot every meal time this year too. He sat down, Kurt sliding across the bench so he was sitting next to him. Blaine turned and leant an elbow on the table, resting his hand under his chin, "So this is the dining room. We come here for every breakfast and dinner during the academic year, with lunch being in the main building's lunch hall."

Kurt nodded in response, "Okay cool. So why are these the best seats in the house?"

Blaine replied automatically, "Well, it's practically in the centre, meaning that you can get up to talk to anyone and have to walk the same distance. The lighting is not too bright or too dark. Plus, I've had so many good memories sitting here that I consider sitting here to be a happy time."

Kurt smiled, "What memories?"

Blaine couldn't help but let his heart flutter at the idea that his new roommate was trying to keep conversation going in order to get to know him. They were going to be spending the entire academic year bunking together after all so I suppose it was for the best. One of them had to keep up the conversation after all. Even though Blaine appeared calm and collected in the bedroom, the nervousness he felt around Kurt was the same as when he first enrolled at Dalton Academy. Blaine thought it was probably just because he was such good friends with his last roommate, Jeff, and meeting someone new was exciting. But he couldn't help but take in full detail the features his new roommate had. Twinkling blue eyes. Tall brown hair, coiffed to perfection, not a hair out of place. Pale skin without a blemish in sight. A high dreamy voice which he was almost certain sounded even better when singing; he should encourage Kurt to audition for the Warblers. Maybe it was the fact that Blaine hadn't gone out with anyone since the Sadie Hawkins dance in middle school two years ago, but in any he was having feelings he knew he'd regret sooner or later. Although Kurt had an unusually high pitched voice for a guy of their age, Blaine was almost certain that Kurt was straight. Plain and simple. He always liked the straight guys. Just his luck.

Blaine collected his thoughts and replied, "Well, I found my calling in this very seat. My last roommate, Jeff, dared me to sing at breakfast one day early in last year's first semester, and I got an invitation to audition for the Warblers... Dalton's Glee club. Here's a crazy idea but what if you came and auditioned on the first day of the semester? It's a lot of fun to be a part of, plus you get to spend more time with me." He winked, but at the same time, he wanted to hit his head against the table. How could he have been so stupid?

Kurt giggled, although his eyes were fixated on the main doors of dining hall, "Well, I'll have to see. I hear the standard here is a lot higher than in the New Directions, and we used to have some pretty solid singers."

Blaine went to reply but was cut short by Puck and who Blaine could only assume was Kurt's stepbrother sitting down opposite them. Puck greeted them with a nod, "Sup neighbours?"

Kurt replied nonchalantly, "Not a lot. Hungry, but nothing a little dinner can't solve." He paused, noticing that Finn was staring at Blaine and decided to introduce them, "Finn, my roommate Blaine. Blaine, my ever annoying stepbrother."

Blaine reached across the table and shook Finn's hand, before dropping it down onto the table lazily, "Nice to meet you, Finn."

Finn half smirked in response, "You too." Finn narrowed his eyes at Kurt, "Totally not cool, dude. You're just as annoying."

Kurt snarled back, "At least I don't play drums at 3 every morning when on vacation"

Puck interjected, "Guys, chill. You're at high school now, not at home. At least try to get along."

Finn began a conversation with Puck about how that thought might not have been an achievable goal. Meanwhile, Blaine turned back to Kurt, "So, Warblers audition? What do you say?"

Kurt placed his hand on top of Blaine's, which was still resting on the table. He looked into Blaine's eyes. Blaine's brain short-circuited at just how beautiful his roommate's eyes were. He didn't register Kurt's reply, as Kurt questioned, "Blaine? Are you okay?"

Blaine shook his head to compose himself, "Yeah sorry. Just spaced out. Tired and everything from moving back here today. What did you say?"

Kurt chuckled slightly under his breath as he replied, "I will audition if you help me practise."

Blaine smiled and placed his other hand on top of Kurt's, lightly stroking the top of Kurt's. It didn't go unnoticed by anyone sitting at the table: Kurt, Finn, Puck and two other guys who had joined them, one in a wheelchair and one with black messy hair, were all looking at the pile of hands on top of the table as Blaine replied, pretending not to feel uncomfortable by everyone staring, "Deal."

He quickly retreated his hands and looked away from everyone briefly, a little flustered by the moment he had just had with Kurt. Blaine had to admit it - it wasn't new roommate nerves; it was the fact that he liked a guy he met an hour, for basically no real reason at all. This wasn't normal behaviour for Blaine. He had crushes all the time, especially since enrolling at Dalton last autumn, but they took weeks to develop. This one had hit him like a train without brakes, and he had to do everything in his power to make it stop. It wasn't fair on himself, as he knew he'd end up broken-hearted, and it wasn't fair on Kurt, as he would be the one doing the heart breaking, which probably feels bad. Not that Blaine would know; he always accepted a date request because he was a big believer in taking chances because the future's unknown. But in this situation, he was almost certain that he knew how this was going to end. Kurt was going to find out about Blain's feelings one way or another and the roommate compatibility noted by Dalton Academy admissions staff would go down the toilet, leaving Blaine and Kurt in a tricky situation for at least the rest of the semester, if not the rest of the academic year.

Blaine was jolted out of this thought process by someone placing a plate of food in front of him. Dalton's roast dinners were always delicious and the smell was beyond mouth-watering. He immediately stabbed his knife and fork into his beef chunk and listened in on the conversation Kurt and his McKinley friends were having without joining in himself. He didn't trust himself to have any interaction with the people surrounding him right now, as he felt he took the hand holding one step too far. The only way Blaine could have been more obvious is if a neon sign flashed above his head, 'Kurt, you're hot!'

So instead, he sat in silence, thinking to himself ways of holding himself back when conversing with Kurt and his McKinley friends, and there were plenty, but he wasn't sure whether he'd have the willpower to enforce any of these actions, because when Blaine begins falling for someone, there is no stopping it from happening, no matter how hard he tried.

Dear Journal,

I'm back at Dalton, finally. Summer vacation is too long. I suppose that it is technically still summer vacation but orientation week has now officially begun. I know I don't have to be here, but I want to be. I'm finally home. I've been waiting for this day for 97 days, not that I was counting or anything. Just 6 more until the semester officially begins and I can return to the classroom. Okay, so that's not the highlight to being here, but it's still more enjoyable than staying with Cooper in Cincinnati. If my parents weren't in Japan, developing a new type of cancer then they would probably make the vacations bearable, but I'm pretty sure I'd still prefer to be here.

Today, I was the only returning student to arrive. Freshmen and transfers alike have all moved in because it's mandatory, but all my friends and fellow Warblers have yet to show their faces in the boarding house. In a way, it's a relief as it makes it a little easier to settle down, without any sudden announcements of impromptu Warbler performances in the senior common room in the main building, or unexpected parties one of the boarding house's lounges. However, there are also the down points: I'm back to feeling alone like last year, where everyone knew each other from previous schooling, whilst I came from Cincinnati by myself. I suppose it gives me a chance to get to know more of my peers for the upcoming semester, but it's daunting being the only one there to do it.

Okay, I need to write my feelings down about something that went down today. My roommate stepped on my foot. I know that doesn't sound like much, but it was sorta how we met, and from the second I looked into his eyes to accept his apology, I regret doing so. Imagine an angel which has fallen from heaven. Did you imagine a slender build, pale flawless skin, gorgeous glasz eyes (I've literally never seen so many shades in one iris before), light pink slender smooth lips and the most stylish brown hair you have seen since nearly forever? Well, that's my roommate, Kurt. My 75% positively straight roommate. I wouldn't say I love him (that would make me delusional - I've only known him 5 hours) but I wouldn't say that I don't have some sort of feelings for him as well. I wouldn't ever admit this to anyone else, but I like him. That's a secret, so keep it quiet. Who am I kidding? You're a notebook. You can't talk.

He has the same interests as me as well. He started to list them earlier and I finished the list for him, all of which he agreed to. It's actually scary. I was freaking out on the inside when I discovered just how similar we really are. And I put it to good use by persuading him to audition for the Warblers on the first day of the official semester, just so I can spend more time with him. I know my intentions are selfish, but I need to spend more time with him than a couple of hours a day after we've just woken up and just before we go bed. There's always helping each other with homework as well, but he seems like the kind of guy who appears to enjoy working solo. So I'm trying to get all time I can so I can get to know him more and continue spending enough time with him even if it's just to become good friends. That would be enough for me, because that would probably end my crush on him, like with Wes last year. God I hope that's what happens, or he is magically gay and likes me. It won't happen but a guy can dream.

Anyway, I'm tired. It's been a long day travelling and moving so I'm going to hit the hay.

- Blaine

Dear Journal,

So here I am: Dalton Academy boarding house. It's official. Reality hit me today: McKinley is gone, New Directions have been disbanded and I'm now at an all-boys private high school with my previous male glee club friends who are unlikely to last one week in a school without girls. In my opinion, there's going to be less drama this year. Just think: no more teen pregnancies; no more jealousy about relationships; no more girly whining when someone doesn't get their own way. Things are surprisingly going to be less stressful in some respects. Just me and the guys having some good times at our new school.

There is still an issue which needs to be addressed: I'm a gay guy in an all-boys school, so hopefully this gives me a wider range of guys to choose from, assuming that some of them are gay. I mean, there have to be. There's almost 700 students who come to this school, just under half of which are boarders.

I'm hoping that my roommate, Blaine, is gay. Yes, I got separated from everyone else, but there was an odd number of us and there are only two beds per room, so it had to be someone and just my luck, it was me. Besides, it wasn't our decisions at the end of the day: it was Dalton's admissions office. But back to Blaine, that boy is flawless. I don't need to explain myself but he's the most beautiful person I have ever seen and has a personality of gold. Oh, and we both like doing the same things. Surely that should mean that we both swing that way if we have similar interests. I can't afford to think like this.

Okay, I think I need to calm this right down and hold my horses. I'm jumping to conclusions and last time that happened, I made Finn feel very uncomfortable, which I still regret but like I've said before and I'll say again, we're cool now, acting as if we've been brothers forever.

But I digress. I need sleep for tomorrow's welcome assembly. I don't want to be sleeping in that assembly, but maybe the rest of the assemblies throughout the year should just be renamed to student nap time whilst the principal talks about a current world issue.

Okay, I need to shut up now and try to sleep, even if Blaine has just turned over in his sleep and I can now see his peaceful face still looking stunning. Would it be kinda weird to watch him sleep? Yes, definitely.

- Kurt

A/N: Hey, please review and let me know where I can improve or if there is suggestion regarding this fanfic :) Hope you liked this opening chapter ~ foreveragleek44