A/N: So, while I was trying to write Chp. Two of RTW (which BTW is not abandoned, my muse for that story decided to take a vacation and didn't bother to tell me where he went. *sigh*) this happened. I always thought that Trent was adorable and paired with Kurt? I mean come on! The levels of adorableness will be immeasurable.

"Hey regionals" Blaine yelled out at the end of the fairly intense

performance of Maroon 5's "Misery", silencing the Warblers and the crowd that had
formed. "You just heard our opening number!"

Cheers shook the ancient paintings on the walls and Trent sighed. Ooh
goody, another Blaine solo (please note the sarcasm ladies and
gents). Trent had joined the Warblers to feel like he was a part of
something. "Equal opportunities for everyone", the notice on the
Dalton Academy website had said. Hah. Equal opportunities my sassy
ass.

Walking back to the Senior commons with the other Warblers, Trent
squeezed passed the steadily growing crowd surrounding their lead
singer. Blaine finally broke free of his fans and asked Kurt about the
performance. Trent slowed, wanting to hear their newest countertenors
option. A blind man could have seen how much he had disliked the song.

"… feel like we're Blaine and the Pips..." he heard Kurt finish.
Trent almost snorted from how true that was. All of the background
Warblers could relate. It had been that way ever since that
over-gelled hobbit had come to Dalton. Charming his way up the ranks
with his honey-doe eyes and innocent school-boy persona, the sophomore
had quickly become the second youngest lead singer the prestigious

Dalton Academy Acapella Warblers had ever had.
Trent held open the large, wooden doors to the Commons, having been
the first one to reach them. Thanks were muttered quietly by those who
passed, every once in a while accompanied by a small smile tossed his
way. Blaine, still hyped up from the impromptu performance he
presumed, clapped a large hand on his shoulder when passing.

"You were awesome, uhm... Thom?", the lead singer questioned.

"Trent," he corrected automatically, knowing that he would forget by
the next time he bothered to acknowledge someone other than him selves
existence.

"Right! I knew that Ted."

Not even bothering to correct him again Trent simply waited for the
stragglers before he closed the door. Right as he was about to though,
he heard a light /thump/, followed by an almost inaudible frustrated
noise. Mouthing to David, a member of the council, that he would be
right back, Trent shut the door and headed towards the noise. The
Scene he was met with nearly broke his heart.

Scattered throughout the floor was the sheet music that Blaine had
thrown so carelessly in the air earlier, some crumpled, and in the
middle of said paper, sat Kurt. Kurt with his beautiful glasz eyes and
upbeat personality, was now curled in on himself, knees drawn up,
tears flowing freely down his cheeks.

"Oh, baby!", Trent cried, scurrying to the countertenor and gathering
him in his arms. Letting his, as the other boys called it, mother hen
instinct take over he rocked the brunette who quickly shuffled into
Trent's warm embrace. Cooing softly he ran petted the boy's hair.
After a few minutes, Kurt's sobs quieted to a gentle snuffle and
Trent pulled away slightly to ask, "Do you want to go somewhere else
to talk about this?" At Kurt's nod he motioned with his head towards
the Commons, where the Warblers were supposed to be doing lasts minute
fixes to the set list, but were no doubt wasting their time showering
Blaine in over used compliments.

"I'll just say we have project or something due tomorrow, kay?" Once
again, Kurt nodded, starting to pick up the scattered papers. After
alerting the council that he would not be present for the remainder of
the meeting, and receiving a very pointed look from Flint (whom he
shared all of his classes with and would with no doubt know that Trent
was fibbing) he went back to Kurt. Standing, Kurt had the papers
gathered underneath one arm, Pavarotti' s cage dangling from the
other, and his messenger bag strapped across his chest. His eyes were
once again filled with tears threatening to spill over and Trent
couldn't help but notice that even in this broken state Kurt managed
to look like beauty in it's every physical form. Shaking his head to
clear it of such thoughts, (he was supposed to be cheering him up, not
drooling over him after all) Trent gave him a quick hug before placing
a guiding hand at the boys back.

"C'mon," Trent said softly. "It looks as if we have a lot to Talk about."

A/N: I'm trying to think of a ship name for these two. (Krent? Kurnt?) Any ideas from you guys? Also, I don't have a beta so any and all mistakes are mine. If you're interested in beta-ing for me or know anyone who is please send them my way!

Smooches,

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