A/N: PLEASE READ! IMPORTANT! Okay. I have your attention. This is the story of Kurt's time at Dalton. It ignores anything that happens after Furt, and will losely follow the events of my facebook fic, Klaine's Facebook. It's not cannon. Just a couple more things:
First, I'd like to say that I know that this idea is anything but original. However, I wanted a go at writing Kurt at Dalton.
Second, I've never read, and I'm not planning to read, CP Coulter's 'Dalton' . I know, it's like, the most popular fic ever, but I read the first few chapters and found myself bored. No offence to anyone who loves it, of course. So, if any events are similar, I wouldn't know, and I'm not stealing ideas or anything. So in advance, yes, the plot is probably similar (Again, I wouldn't know, but I'm guessing it's about Klaine, and them being at Dalton.) but I haven't 'stolen' her idea or anything.
Third, The songs are just scattered about here. I'll put a song where I think it fits. Or where I just want it to go.
Fourth: (This list is getting quite long... Ah well.) Anyways, fourth, I'm English. I use English expressions, and English slang. I use a few American words/expressions, because I've picked them up from watching so much American TV, but I don't know many. So my writing will be very 'English'. Sorry if that's a problem.
Anyway. That's my rant over and done with. Now, hope you enjoy. :)
-Darcey x
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The rest of The Warblers were already in the room when Kurt entered. They were sitting around the place at random intervals; Settled on one of the many couches dotted around the room, leaning against walls, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Two boys; one brunette and one clearly fake blonde, were perched, legs crossed, on a coffee table that sat between two couches. Kurt only knew three out of the around twenty boys. Wes and David were sat at some sort of desk, along with another boy. And Blaine sat on one of the brown couches. Kurt was relieved when Blaine patted the empty seat next to him, gesturing for Kurt to sit there.
"Kurt," Wes smiled, standing up. The Asian was holding a small, wooden hammer (A gavel, Kurt was later to be corrected), and he hit it onto a block on the table, still smiling. "Welcome to the Warblers." He Wes' face was friendly, his smile completely honest. The boy on the council whose name Kurt didn't know glared at Wes, before adding,
"Wes. We can't just welcome people into the Warblers! They have to audition! We don't know if he's even a good singer!" Blaine and Wes both gave the unnamed boy the evil eye, and David attempted to help the situation by explaining,
"Sorry, Kurt. Thad's a little bit... Picky about the Warblers. He only wants the best of the best, and... He's not sure that you just being in the New Directions makes you automatically in the Warblers." Kurt nodded in understanding. Of course he'd have to audition. He'd expected to audition.
"Okay, I think introductions are in order." Wes said quickly, trying to change the subject. "I'm Wes," Wes pointed at himself, "And you know David," He waved the gavel in David's direction, "This is Thad," he added, pointing to the boy on his left at the table. "And we make up the council."
Nick was the brunette sitting on the table, and Jeff was his blonde companion. Apparantly, the two were inseperable, and insane. Trent was a smiley looking brunette, who was leaning againsed the wall, and Cameron was the slim strawberry-blonde by his side. Several others were named, and Kurt knew he'd never be able to remember all their names, let alone put them to faces. Blaine seemed to understand, whispering gently in his ear,
"Hey, I know there are loads of us. You'll remember all our names eventually," Kurt nodded gratefully. It was amazing to have someone like Blaine here alredy; someone that he knew, and who would help him.
"So, Kurt." Kurt turned to Thad at the sound of his name, "Have you got an audition prepared?" Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw Blaine glare at Thad, but chose to ignore it, standing up.
"Yes, but... I don't know that much about how you guys work. It probably won't be your usual style at all..." he stammered. He knew he wouldn't fit into the Warblers straight away, but he couldn't think of many songs that would show off his voice perfectly without going over the top.
"That's fine, Kurt," Wes assured him, "This is just an audition. It's simple. If you have a good enough voice, you get in. It's only when it's a battle for a solo-" Every eye seemed to turn to look at Blaine, who blushed, "-Where you'll have to think about song choice and fitting in. But for this audition... Show us what you got." Kurt smiled to himself.
"Blackbird, by The Beatles," he announced. He was surprised for a second when nothing happened, apart from getting a couple of aproving looks. He had to mentally shake himself. This wasn't the New Directions, where you'd announce your song and the band would start playing it for you. In the Warblers, there was no band. They were the band.
"Um," he said nervously, "I have a CD." A boy, who Kurt thought was called James, took his CD and placed it in the player. The opening music begun, and Kurt began at sing.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly,
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise,"
To Kurt's surprise, the Warblers joined in on backing vocals, singing beautiful harmonies naturally. It amazed Kurt how they didn't need any practice, how they could just join in so easily, and all at the same time. The group must be really close.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see,
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free,"
Blaine caught Kurt's eye, smiling. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Nick was whispering secretly to Jeff.
"Blackbird, fly,
Blackbird, fly,
Into the light of the dark black night,"
Blaine was staring at Kurt like he'd never seen him before. It freaked Kurt out a little, but he chose to ignore it, continuing the song beautifly.
"Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly,
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting, for this moment to arise."
He finished the last note to a burst of applause. A couple of Warblers were on their feet, Wes, Thad, David and Blaine included. Kurt smiled, loving the feeling. It would never get old, the feeling of an audience who adored you. Catching Blaine's eye, Kurt smiled harder. He felt his heart flutter under Blaine's intense gaze, and a blush rise to his cheeks.
"Thank you," he murmered, tearing his eyes from Blaine's and quickly sitting down.
"Well," Wes began, his voice impressed, "I think I speak on behalf of all the Warblers when I say... Welcome to the club!"
Kurt once again couldn't help the grin that broke across his face.
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Nick smirked. Yes, Kurt's performance was beautiful, but there was something more important going on. You'd have to be blind not to not to see the looks that Blaine was giving the new kid - Kurt, was it? Blaine was actually gazing at him, like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.
"Jeff" Nick breathed into his best friend's ear. The blonde boy didn't seem to answer - he was so engrossed in the performance.
"Jeff," he tried again. When he was ignored the second time, he decided to just go on.
"Look at the way that Blaine's gazing at Kurt-" He was cut off as Wes glared at him. Not wanting to upset the head Warbler at that moment (Sectionals were coming up, and Jeff wanted that solo over Blaine!), he shut his mouth and continued to watch the performance. And Blaine. And Blaine's reaction to the performance.
Nick had never been a Beatles fan. Sure, Kurt was singing the song beautifly, but the Beatles always sounded so... Tinny. He much prefered Kurt's version to the original. It looked like Blaine agreed with him. Kurt's voice rose as he sung,
"Into the light of the dark, black night, "
Suddenly, Blaine changed the way he was looking at Kurt. He went from gazing to staring at him intently, like he was trying to... undress him with his eyes. It was quite awkward to watch. However, none of the other Warblers seemed to have noticed, all of them so engrossed in Kurt's breathtaking performance. The song ended to a burst of fierce applause, and Nick heard Blaine's sigh of dissapointment, although the curly haired boy never took his eyes off the brunette performer.
Nick smirked to himself. Blaine was so obviously into Kurt, and, judging by the way Kurt blushed under Blaine's gaze, he was into Blaine, too.
Grinning, Nick turned to Jeff, who's eyes were bright, as if he was increbly excited about something.
"Nick, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Jeff practically squeaked.
"That, my friend, depends on what you are thinking," Nick replied, though he knew full well what his best friend was thinking. He always did. They were psychic. Well, almost.
"Project Klaine is officially a go!" They said together, identical smiles on their faces.
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"Warblers, you are now dismissed." Wes announced, hitting his gavel on the table. The group left, talking, laughing and joking. Blaine was sure he heard several mentions of Kurt's name, but then, Kurt was extraordinary. Of course they were talking about his performance. Blaine left with the rest of the Warblers, but half way down the corridor, Blaine changed his mind. He wanted to speak to Wes.
"You go ahead. I need to talk to the council," Blaine told Kurt, who was standing idly, clearly waiting for Blaine.
"I don't know where to go," Kurt admitted, and Blaine mentally slapped himself. Of course Kurt wouldn't know where to go. It was his first day.
"Um, how about you wait for me here. I'll only be a second." Kurt nodded, leaning against the wall. Blaine turned and walked in the direction of the choir room. Turning the corner, Blaine heard voices coming from the room. Voices that he couldn't help but overhear. It wasn't eavsdropping, exactly... Okay, it was. Blaine counldn't even convince himself that. The coridor was now empty, and Kurt was round the corner, and wouldn't see him... So, abandoning all his pride, he put his ear against the door, so he could hear better.
"-I know, David. And I completely agree-" Wes said. Blaine wished he knew what he agreed with.
"-But we can't just give him a solo for Sectionals. He'd have to audition, like everyone else." Thad inturupted firmly.
"Yes, Thad, but he was extraordinary. Why don't we say that that was his audition for a solo?" David asked. It suddenly dawned apon Blaine who they were talking about. Kurt, of course.
"No we can't! Everyone else has to audition, fair and square. Even Blaine has to, even though we all know that everyone's going to vote for him." Blaine sighed. It was true, everyone did vote for him especially.
"Judging by the reaction to 'Blackbird', however, Kurt seems to be a fair contender. I haven't seen that good reaction to an audition since... Well, since Blaine's audition!"
"So, let's compromise," David, always the peace keeper, said. "Let's give him the chance to audition for the solo-" He spoke louder when Wes started to inturupt, -"Something that most new Warblers don't even dream of." It was quiet for a second, and Blaine assumed that they were nodding their aproval.
"Okay. Agreed. Let's go." Blaine suddenly realised that he had approximatley five seconds to get the hell out of there, before the council found him. And Blaine wasn't going to waste those five seconds.
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"So, what did you think?" Kurt and Blaine were walking down one of the many identical hallways of Dalton together. Warbler rehersal had long since ended, and, though he'd never admit it, Kurt was glad to be out of the room. Whilst the Warblers were all lovely, they were so close, it made Kurt feel a lot like an outsider. The group had done their best to make Kurt fit in, but with Nick and Jeff finishing off eachothers' sentances, David knowing what Wes was about to say before he said it, or the entire group knowing exactly how to fit in together, make their voices into one with no real effort, it was hard for Kurt not to feel like he was watching from the outside, like there was one big inside joke that only he didn't understand.
"What did I think of what?" Blaine answerd, effectivley bringing Kurt back to the present.
"My song. Blackbird." Kurt explained.
"Oh." Blaine's eyes went distant, and a dreamy smile appeared on his face for a fraction of a second. As soon as Kurt noticed it, it was gone, and smart, dapper, in control Blaine was back. "It was amazing," The black haired boy answered truthfully, letting out a sigh. "Truly amazing. Everybody loved it. I loved it." Blaine admitted proudly. He really was proud of Kurt. He considered whether to tell Kurt about what he'd overheard. "I think the council already want to give you a solo for Sectionals." He admitted, still not sure if that was the right thing to say.
"Really? No way!" Kurt's voice rose an octave higher in excitement. He'd never got a solo at a competition with the New Directions; who he'd been with for more than a year, yet here he was, on his first day with the Warblers, being considered. Wow. Blaine smiled proudly at his friend. Kurt had been amazing, and he definitely deserved a solo. In fact, Blaine was willing to give Kurt his own solo. Because Kurt singing would guarantee them a win, Blaine was certain.
"Blaine? Blaine." Blaine shook his head, trying to focus on the conversation.
"Sorry, Kurt. Daydreaming... What did you say?"
"Oh, just that I need to go soon. My dad will be waiting for me at home."
"Okay," Blaine replied, his dissapointment clear in his tone, "See you, Kurt." He pulled his friend into a quick, one-armed hug without thinking. Kurt's sharp intake of breath reminded Blaine that Kurt probably wasn't used to being touched.
"Oh, Kurt, I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking..." He stammered.
"Blaine, it's o-."
"God, I should't have..."
"Blaine."
"What was I thinking..."
"Blaine."
"You wouldn't want..."
"Blaine."
"...Not used to..."
"BLAINE DARREN ANDERSON!" Kurt finally shouted, effectivley stopping Blaine's rambling apology.
"..." Blaine blinked at Kurt. "Sorry."
"Stop apologising. Okay?"
"Okay..."
"Right. What is wrong?"
"Um... I just hugged you?"
"And this made you suddenly start spouting random apologies because..."
"I forgot that you might not want to be touched."
"Blaine."
"Yes?"
"I have some bad memories. So, okay, some people don't like me. Some people hurt me. But I'm not broken, Blaine. You're my friend. I'm fine with you hugging me." Kurt explained, exasparated.
"Oh." Was all Blaine could say. Because, okay, maybe it wasn't the right moment, but Kurt looked damn sexy when he was frustrated. Hell, Kurt looked sexy all the freaking time. Blaine mentally slapped himself. Kurt doesn't need a boyfriend right now. he needs a friend. But even then, part of Blaine's mind knew that that was only partly true. "Sorry."
"Stop apologising!" Kurt grinned. "Come here," He added, pulling the shorter boy into a hug. Blaine's heart pounded at the simlest touch, and he didn't want to let go of Kurt. That seemed fine, however, because Kurt had made no movement to break the hug either. Eventually, they pulled away at the same time, blushing.
"Bye, Blaine." And with that, Kurt was gone.
Jeff grinned, high fiving Nick. Of course, they'd been watching the whole exchange.
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"You think I'm pretty,
Without any makeup on,
You think I'm funny,
When I tell the punchline wrong,"
The opening verse of 'Teenage Dream' started on the radio, and Kurt couldn't help but grin. Even as the song played in his car, Kurt didn't hear Katy Perry's voice singing it. He heard Blaine's. He was just leaving Dalton, to start the nearly two hour journey from Westerville to Lima.
"I know you get me,
So I let my walls come down,
Down,"
Those lyrics... Nobody knew how true they were. Blaine got Kurt; not only understood him, but empathised, knew what it felt like to be in his situation. And Kurt had felt his carefully constructed walls crumble. Because, even though he'd only known Blaine for a couple of months, he trusted him. More than he'd ever trusted Mercedes, or Tina, despite knowing them for over a year. It wasn't that he didn't trust Mercedes - the opposite, actually. She was the first person Kurt had come out to - but Blaine just... He was likeable. Easy to talk to, easy to relate to, a good listener.
But Kurt could tell that Blaine still had his walls up. Sometimes, there'd be a split second where you could see Blaine - the real Blaine, not the dapper, in control robot he pretended to be, but then it was gone, as quickly as it had come. Kurt was going to break down those walls. He was going to find the real Blaine.
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A/N Hi! What did you think? Did you do like? Send me a review to tell me! Reviews are... Reviews rule. Reviews will turn the Warblers into Unicorns. And... Give them Redvines. Yay! Okay. Review. x