AN: It can't really be called speculation, because I'm pretty sure this won't happen. But then again...

Established Klaine. It could fit after my Home for Christmas fic easily. They get together, and then Kurt decides he wants to be back at McKinley. And not a week after, Blaine follows, much to his own chagrin. Because he's trough and trough, a Dalton boy.

Kurt suddenly stopped his brisk walk down the hallway of McKinley High for what felt like the millionth time this week, and stood there, mouth agape in what was sure to be a very dumb and unflattering look, but he couldn't care less. This time, he wasn't stopping to change directions because the K-threat –as his fellow glee clubbers had come to name Karofsky, among other, less flattering nicknames- had been spotted, or because he once again confused his school schedule, the Dalton classes still very fresh in his mind.

No, this time, it was because a very welcome but bizarre scene was in front of him, and he was positively sure he either finally managed to go insane, or somehow, his life had a time warp gone wrong and he was now stuck between two dimensions. In his mind, there really was no better explanation, and that was saying something.

He could also be hallucinating. Maybe that brown gelled haired, or those five feet and seven inches tall, or those controlled and polite yet extremely expressive gesticulations weren't really the ones he had known for the past days.

Maybe that wasn't Blaine at all, standing in the middle of McKinley High with a school bag and a school schedule in his hands and talking to Ms. Olano, who he knew was in charge of new students.

And even though he knew it was positively impossible, he still walked up to him, probably with his dumb expression still adorning his features.

Then the boy turned, and he had the same hazel brown eyes of Blaine, and oh, look! The very same charming smile.

"Kurt, hi," he said, like it was the most common and normal thing. Kurt had to look around. The roof wasn't falling; the floor wasn't sinking, no apocalypse horses coming his way to take him away. He looked back to find time-warp-gone-wrong version of Blaine still looking at him.

"I- I'm sorry," Kurt said, managing to mesh a laugh and a snort at the same time "have I slipped on a buttered floor again and hit my head so bad that I'm having walking hallucinations, or has my life become some sort of messed up crossover?" he asked, clutching his books to his chest as if for dear life, and still staring at the boy in front of him in utter disbelief. Blaine just laughed silently and turned to the teacher, who had been staring at Kurt like he had gone mad. He couldn't blame her.

"I think I can take it from here, Ms. Olano. Thank you very much for your time"

"Not at all, Mr. Anderson," she said, clearly amazed at the utter politeness of the boy "Make sure to ask me if you need anything at all"

"I will"

Kurt watched her go with amusement, while his face was still sporting the surprise, so it was probably a very weird face, but, once again, he didn't care.

"I think she's in love," he commented, seeing how the teacher was so taken back by a teenage boy's ability to speak properly, and then his eyes went wider "oh my god, no teacher is safe with you here, you're going to charm them all with your dapper ways"

"I'm glad to see I'll be well received then," he laughed, and that woke Kurt from his trance and he looked back at Blaine, still thinking he might be some hallucination.

"What the hell are you doing here?" asked Kurt in an urgent whisper. The fact that Blaine was dressed in fit jeans and a V neck white t-shirt with a black jacket didn't go unnoticed.

"I changed schools," Blaine said, shrugging nonchalantly and still managing to look classy. Kurt could have laughed if it weren't for the fact that he was occupied trying to make sense into all of this.

"What, why? What?" he sputtered, not even able to form a coherent sentence. "That is absurd! You can't just- oh god," he suddenly said, panic in his face clear as water "please tell me you didn't change schools because of some sort of knight complex trying to protect me thinking it would be romantic because that would be utterly stupid in so many levels," he said, not even pausing to take some air. Blaine laughed again.

"No, I didn't change schools to be with you, although it is a very welcome bonus. You know as well as I do that I belong at Dalton just as much as you belong to McKinley. We established that last week when you decided to come back, much to my chagrin. Look," he sighed, taking Kurt's arm gently and leading him to an empty classroom "I don't like this any more than you do. I cringed at the school program when I read it over, education here is really behind compared to Dalton, and I don't look forward to all the mocking that is sure to come. I know I don't belong here, Kurt, but I have no choice. My parents got a design project that requires them to be for many months at Germany, and they irrationally decided to leave me with my uncle, who said that he refused to take care of me if I stayed at home in Westerville, claiming the two hour trip was one he was NOT going to make everyday."

"Why don't you just board?" asked Kurt, still with disbelief painting his tone. Blaine sighed again.

"Because, apparently, my parents think that boarding will lead me to misbehave. I know," he said, before Kurt could even start complaining about how ridiculous that was "it's absolutely insane, but I can't change their minds. At the very least, it's going to be for just two months. Why they think that two months of worse education is better than risking his son being exposed to hypothetical mischief, I won't pretend to know."

"It just doesn't make any sense. You being at McKinley is so wrong," Kurt said, staring at the wall in some kind of awed trance, and then turned to Blaine when he saw his frown "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm… It's nice to be able to have you in the same school again, but it's just wrong. You really belong at Dalton, Blaine. I… You here, I don't see it happening"

"Me neither," laughed Blaine, thinking about his first experience in the parking lot where he was almost rolled over by a bad student driver who refused to even look at him when he said very politely that he should be careful. He reached out to take Kurt's hands in his, resting against a desk "but we can make it work. And you can't deny that it's exciting to be together in the same school again, no matter how bizarre the circumstances are."

Kurt relaxed, feeling Blaine's thumb caress his knuckles gently, and relishing in the contact. With the last week occupied in getting used to his old life, he hadn't have much time to spend with Blaine, and he really missed him.

"At least I get to see you out of your uniform," joked Kurt, feeling a smile tug at his lips, looking Blaine up and down in such a blatant way that it left Blaine laughing silently, and he tugged at Kurt's hands to get him closer, and put his hands on the boy's hips. And then Kurt's smile disappeared, and a look of complete horror replaced him, taking Blaine's hands away from his hips and taking a step back, as if something had burn him.

"No, Blaine, you can't," he said, his eyes going wide with terror "you can blend in, it will be easy for you, you can avoid all the heat. And you need to stay out of glee, and maybe you could join the football team or something, you're good at sports, they'll totally believe you"

Blaine opened his mouth to stop Kurt but decided to let him finish, and the silence grew longer, with Kurt staring at him with wide eyes and Blaine staring back with a patient look.

"Are you asking me to hide the fact that I'm gay, AND your boyfriend, not indulge in the activities I like the most, and play the role of a jock, just to avoid being mocked at?"

"You don't understand, Blaine, it's not going to be simple mocking!" he almost shouted, desperately trying to get his point across. "You can't understand, you've been at Dalton for too long, you don't even suspect how bad it can be, and they're going to eat you alive! Why are you doing this! You CAN blend in, Blaine, why would you choose to expose yourself like this?"

"Kurt… I have to be honest; I don't understand why you're saying all this. You out of anyone should know no one should have to hide who they really are. You're asking me to hide everything I love, just to avoid the heat, when you have been true to yourself since day one."

"Yes, and then I got a death threat and had to go to Dalton, remember?" he asked, in mock sarcasm, but Blaine just reached out and pulled Kurt to him again, gently. He was reluctant, and threw a worried look at the door, but the halls were mostly deserted.

"And yet you're back again, fighting your demons"

"That's different!" he exclaimed, rolling his eyes but indulging himself, letting Blaine put his arms around his waist. He had really missed being with him.

"Why is it different?"

"Because you're not me! You can blend in, and you're refusing to do so for stupid reasons"

"Is it stupid that I want the world to see you be with me?"

"You just quoted 'Hey soul sister', and yes, it is stupid" Kurt said in a deadpan voice, frowning at Blaine but also enjoying his proximity and his dorky smile.

"Come on, give me a chance. I want to try being as brave as you" Kurt frowned deeper. That was an argument that never lead anywhere. Blaine was set on thinking he had been a coward for having run from his old school because of, as he said, 'simple taunting', when Kurt had put up with so much more. Kurt just thought bravery had many faces, and Blaine was brave in his own personal way, in ways that Kurt didn't have. But Blaine kept staring at him, almost imploringly, and Kurt shielded, if only reluctantly. He placed both hands in Blaine's shoulders, staring at him worriedly.

"I'm just worried they'll hurt you, Blaine"

"Well, think of it this way," he said, with a light tone to ease Kurt's seriousness, and he pushed himself higher in order to be only inches apart from Kurt's face "now you know what it feels like to be in my shoes." He reduced the distance, kissing Kurt lightly, not letting him reply or dwell too much on the issue. When they parted, Kurt was still looking worried, but he looked like he wasn't going to argue anymore. At least for now.

"You don't even have nice shoes, Blaine," he joked, and they both smiled.

Then Kurt frowned again, and rolled his eyes.

"Oh god, if you join the glee club, they're going to panic about this. It has Jesse St. James written all over it"

Blaine just stared at him in a mix of amusement, confusion, and surprise.

"What does my cousin have to do with all of this?" Kurt stared at him like he had gone crazy, and then sputtered, raising his hands away from Blaine as if he was suddenly poisonous.

"Your WHAT?"

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AN: This is a bad case of self indulgence. The idea of having Blaine at McKinley was bouncing in my head, and I was thinking 'it would be so absurd to have dapper Blaine in that place'. I mean, it's hard to even justify his existence there! But it wouldn't leave me alone. And then, this strange harboring idea of Jesse St. James being Blaine's cousin. I know I read it somewhere, and it grew on me. I have literally no idea where I'm going with this, I'm not even sure I should continue it. I just needed to write something, since I am a bit stuck with Ruffled Feathers, and I needed to rest my feathery mind for a second before tackling the Christmas episode. I'm uploading it, just because it's already written, and who knows, maybe you'll enjoy it, and maybe I'll really continue it. The idea is still there, after all. Dapper Blaine in McKinley. Absurd, right? And yet… So very amusing… Will they scare his dapper self away, or will he win them over with his utter charisma?