Hi, been a while since I've published a story. Just to be clear, this is not just a Blainofsky story, it's a Kurtofsky and Klaine story as well. If I may be so bold, it is a Klainofsky story. Originally, it was from an RP that I was in. I wrote for Blaine and my friends wrote for the other characters. I've given them credit via their tumblr url's that you can find at the end of this chapter.

This is a multi-chaptered story and it does begin with Klaine, bare with me, things get steamy, you know how I be. Stay calm and wait for Dave. Enjoy.

Chapter One - Warblers

Monday

Blaine sat back in his seat, taking the blackberry out of his pocket and scrolling through the contact list. It may not have been spring weather yet but the sun hitting the windows of the library was getting to him. He itched to get out and enjoy the outdoors.

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Hey Kurt, free after class tonight? My English paper is bothering me and I'd love a distraction.

He glanced at his work in a huff before feeling the phone buzz in his hands.

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Certainly. I'll need a distraction as well from all this Biology, it's driving me insane. Meet me in my dorm soon then?

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Alright, Kurt

A smile spread across the Warblers face while he hunched over his papers, opening a window on his laptop to look up a piece on Hemingway. All to quickly though, he was distracted by tumblr. The first thing on his dash was a photo of an adorable turtle. The second thing was a conversation that had started between some of Kurt's friends from Lima.

DucksRBritt: I really like Kanye West...….

hellitsPuck: Why would you even like him? He thinks he's the son of God and that's not cool in the torah

DucksRBritt: : ..I dont know what you're talking about but he makes really good music. It's easy to dance to.

hellitsPuck: Alright, how about we do a bit of Kanye West then later on? I can get my swag on and you can get your dance on.

DucksRBritt: : If you want

hellitsPuck: That's good to hear then. Anything interesting going on?

DucksRBritt: I almost forgot this wasn't my diary and put that Dave is kind of cute. I hope my cat doesn't tell Artie…

Blaine smirked and decided to join in. He had made it a goal to get to know this New Directions club better, for Kurt's sake of course.

blainedanderson: I heard you think a lot of people are cute. =) Artie better watch out. How was your Valentine's Day by the way? The two of you looked very happy.

DucksRBritt: Dave looks like a big teddy bear. I just wanna hug him over and over….Artie and I are good. His legs don't work.

blainedanderson: Teddy bear, huh? I suppose I could see that. You know him better than I do. I think I've only seen the North American Grizzly bear side of him…

DucksRBritt: He can be really nice….sometimes

Blaine sat back again; the day was turning darker through the windows. He glanced at his phone, then back to his homework a few times before scooping up his laptop and papers and leaving the silent library.

There was a soft knock at Kurt's dorm room door and the soprano happily opened it to his guest.

"Hello Blaine. What's up?"

Blaine smiled as he set his bag by the bed. He shivered and pulled his arms up by his sides. "Burr, I wish your room had a fireplace like mine."

The taller boy looked at his feet. "Yeah, it is pretty cold in here…" He looked up at Blaine with his trademark puppy-dog eyes.

"Don't worry about it, it's not that bad, it's still a lot cozier in my dorm though and you know it." Blaine grinned. "Noah told me that you play football, is that true? You should have said something earlier."

Kurt blushed at the memory. "Well, it's kind of a silly story. I only joined the team because I wanted to be more…relatable to my dad. I was the kicker. It was fun, mainly because I got the whole team to dance to 'Single Ladies'," Kurt remembered, laughing.

"Huh, so you don't play that much football then, it's still really cool that you made the team though. And Single Ladies?" Blaine laughed, "Kurt that's hilarious! The Titan's just keep getting better and better the more I find out about them."

Blaine sat down on the floor and patted the carpet for Kurt to join him. He pulled his bag towards himself and started digging around.

"I'm sorry you had to leave your old school, your friends seem so nice, you must still miss them."

Kurt smiled at Blaine's comment and sat down next to him.

"I do miss them, but there are good things about being at Dalton."

Blaine pulled out his English book and some paper. "We're lucky to have you here, you have a beautiful voice Kurt, I want to hear you sing again." His eyes lingered on Kurt's for a moment before looking down at his paper.

"I don't even know why I dug this out, you wouldn't know anything about crossing the works of Ernest Hemingway with Poe would you? Man…you'd think I would be good at this…"

An hour past and the boys had settled into a quiet homework session when Blaine's mind wandered elsewhere. He pulled his phone from his pocket, earning him a sour look from Kurt.

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Wes, what were you even doing in gym today? This isn't ballet class...

The text back took so long Blaine had written a whole page of notes.

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Ballet? Hardly. I was trying out some new stretching techniques. David said he was going to help me learn how to do a back flip for our performance for Regional's. What have you been doing to get prepared?

Blaine furrowed his brow.

"What are you doing?" Kurt mumbled.

"Warbler stuff apparently." Blaine sighed.

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Right...well I'm with Kurt right now...um, practicing and stuff. Would you like me to come meet you somewhere?

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Well I wouldn't want to interrupt your…practicing…but we do need to discuss what numbers we're going to propose to the Warblers for our performance at Regional's. Remember, you can never start preparing too early.

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I know Wes, I got side tracked. Would you like to meet in the East library? We can talk about music choices, I actually have some ideas and I think Kurt is tired anyway.

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I think that sounds like a great idea. I'll head over there in a moment.

Blaine watched Kurt yawn twice in a row.

"You look incredibly tired, I'll get out of your way so you can get some sleep, I'm going to meet Wes in the library."

He gathered his papers and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Wes makes a wicked stepmother doesn't he?" Blaine asked as he gave Kurt and warm smile and left the room.

"I…am so...sorry," Blaine began, throwing his bag in a chair and seating himself across from his friend. "Thank God I have you to keep me in line. It's my classes this quarter, they're distracting me."

"Oh yes, your classes." Wes raised an eyebrow. "Regardless, we need to get to work. Regionals are coming up soon and we don't even have a set list yet. You said you had some ideas?"

Blaine bit his thumb nervously, he always felt like a proper gentlemen until he was around Wes. Wes was like Super Academy Boy, Dalton's little angel.

"Well I think the performance we had in Lima was excellent, it showed we can handle a public setting and it gave the guys confidence. We pulled off the GAP Attack just fine too…despite the outcome…at least our performance had nothing to do with it."

Wes smiled and gave a bit of a chuckle, "We did pull that off, didn't we?" He cleared his throat, "But the point is, Regional's will be in an auditorium, and we can't practice for Regional's without a set list. I was thinking we should do the entire thing in eight-part harmony…"

"Wes" Blaine broke in. "I was thinking about our opposing teams and…do you think it's safe to keep with our usual routines? I mean, these guys are out there dancing, I mean really dancing…I think the club from Lima has been taking cues from Vocal Adrenalin and if we go against the both of them, we might have a problem. I know we can dance, our number in the GAP was great."

"Yeah, yeah, the new moves we threw in were great and we will be sure to incorporate them into our routine. However, we also need to set ourselves apart from our competitors. I suggest that we have one more upbeat song that we will use to focus on our recently discovered dance skills, and one that focuses more on our spectacular eight-part harmony." Wes shuffled through his book bag. "I was talking to Thad the other day over lunch and he suggested this song." He handed over some sheet music to Blaine. "Misery by Maroon 5. Is it in your repertoire?"

Blaine took the papers in his hand and studied them for a moment. He knew the song well. "Yeah I can do this; it fits perfectly with our style." He laid the sheet music on the table. "It's perfect." He said a little quietly.

"I'm sorry if I haven't seemed as involved as I should have been these last few weeks. I like leaving campus and taking my mind off of school…" Blaine noticed Wes giving him 'the look' and he quickly ended with "but-but the Warblers are the most important thing right now. Thank you for finding this song, I really like it. What do you think about giving one of my solos to another Warbler this year?"

"But of course. It's about time we've switched up our leads. I'll talk to the other council members and we'll arrange auditions within the next few days." Wes made a note in his daily planner. "Was there anyone you had in mind?"

"Kurt!" Blaine blurted out. He tried covering up his excitement by nodding his head and leaning back in his chair. Smooth Blaine, he cursed inwardly.

Wes stared at Blaine for a moment. Figured as much. "Yes, well I'll put his name down. You talk to him and tell him to prepare an audition song for next week." He leaned a bit closer to him, "And Blaine… you know how we work. If you really want him to get this… maybe you should help him prepare this time."

Blaine beamed at Wes but kept his composer.

"He'll do fine and he knows better now. He just needed to see how we work, that's all…would you like some coffee? I haven't had anything to eat since classes ended today." Blaine eyed the cafe in the corner of the library.

"Oh you and your addiction to coffee. It stunts your growth you know." he said grinning. "But yes, I would love some." Wes gathered up his belongings and stood up, heading towards the cafe.

Tuesday

Blaine made his way quickly through the halls when his blackberry buzzed in his back pocket. It was Wes Hughes again. Blaine cringed.

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So, have you gotten a chance to talk to Kurt yet? I talked to Thad and David today and they said they're okay with holding new auditions.

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I haven't yet Wes, I'm sorry. Today was a real mess. I'll speak to Kurt and maybe he and I can meet up.

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Okay, well make sure to talk to him soon. We want to make sure he has sufficient time to prepare.

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Absolutely, I'll get a hold of him right away.

Blaine snapped his phone shut in exasperation. You're killing me, Wes!

He huffed as he walked and began a text to Kurt.

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Sorry I ran out so fast last night, you just looked so tired. We need to meet up and discuss regionals; Wes has been on my ass for days about it. And I have a surprise for you too. Text me when you're free!

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It's alright, Blaine. I'm free now- And starving. How about dinner?

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Late lunch, and quick, my father bought tickets for a science exhibit so i only have an hour, meet me in the cafe by my dorm? I'm almost there now.

Blaine squirmed in his seat. He was hungry and looked longingly at the pastries at the counter while he waited.

"Man, those strudels look good." Kurt said as he approached the table.

"Yeah? You want to get one? I'll buy."

Blaine met Kurt before he could sit down. "Come on, time is money!"

He took Kurt by the arm and steered them towards the line. "How are you?"

Kurt examined the dessert options. "I'm pretty good, how about you?"

Blaine sighed and leaned against his friend. "Ugh awful, I haven't had a lot of time lately and like I said, Wes has been on my case about our glee club. We need to go over some stuff with you if that's ok."

He ordered a coffee and a cinnamon roll for himself and headed for the table when his phone went off again. He ignored it, grabbing the cinnamon shaker as they sat back down with their food.

"Wes picked the most amazing song for me to perform when we go to regionals. Misery by Maroon 5, it's perfect for me…but I was thinking Kurt, I want you to try out for another solo."

Kurt's slightly annoyed expression brightened at once. "Um, really? What song should I do?" He took a bite of the wheat muffin he had ordered.

"Dunno" Blaine smiled, taking a bite of food. "Maybe something more upbeat. Not pop but maybe something more up lifting, happy. Your last audition was beautiful but it wasn't you. I know you can find a song that you love and that's also appropriate for our team."

"Hmm, how about 'I'm Yours' by Jason Mraz?"

Blaine choked on his coffee. "C-can you sing that Kurt? I mean, is it in your range? I didn't think that was even your style…" Blaine looked at Kurt in awe.

"I could…try. I guess I'm starting to feel like I need to get out of my shell, sing something different for once, you know? Perhaps you could help me practice?" Kurt sighed.

"I would love to help you practice." Blaine smiled. "I want to hear you sing that song. How about this, if you promise to get up early tomorrow will you let me take you off campus somewhere? We can practice together."

Kurt's heart raced at the thought of not only being alone with Blaine, but singing with him. He mentally started planning tomorrow's outfit. "I would love that, Blaine," He smiled, "Hopefully I can pull this off."

End of Chapter One - Warblers

The other writers of this story can be found by these names on tumblr (I'm sorry, this website doesn't allow web address's to be posted so I can only give out the url names) There may be additional characters added later.

Dave, played by pinkunekoisgleefullyadlered

Kurt, played by shipping-dick

Wes, played by badymaru

Brittany, played by karofskyorbust

Puck, played by captainamericaa

Next chapter: Dave and Brittany talk about boys!