A/N: So the previous chapter I wrote was just a piece of the story. The first little bit from the fourth chapter. Think of it as a preview for what's to come (: It seems you guys want me to post the entire story, so here it goes!
Oh and by the way, I never realized how many Nerdfighters liked Glee...That quite literally made my entire life a million times better. World suck levels=decreased.
I might post chapter 2 later today, so keep an eye out!
Kurt stood in the Dalton Academy parking lot, tears streaming down his face.
"Bye, Dad." He whispered, voice shaking. Burt pulled his son into a tight hug.
"See you Friday, Kurt." They stood there, hugging, for a while. Burt had allowed Kurt to come to Dalton on the condition that he would stay home for the weekends. Saying goodbye for the first time was still tough. He released his son, and let him hug his new mother goodbye.
"Thanks so much Carole...I'm sorry about your honeymoon." Kurt whispered. He had felt extremely guilty about taking away her special time with her new husband, but they wouldn't take no for an answer. She kissed him on the forehead, and ruffled his hair.
They lead him to the front doors of the large private school, and chatted with the secretary as she handed Kurt his brand new uniform and time table. He had first period off to settle into his new room, and lunch right after.
"Good luck sweetie, call us if you need anything." Carole embraced him tightly. Kurt tried to smile back at his parents as they watched him stumble uncertainly to the stairs, off to his new room. He had requested Blaine, David or Wes as one of his roommates, so that he wouldn't be completely alone, but it still made his heart pound when he read on the back of his timetable that he would be sharing his room with "Mr. Blaine Stewart."
"Room 171, room 171..." he mumbled to himself, walking through the dorm hallways. Finally, he found it. Kurt stared at the doorknob, willing himself to open it.
'Come on you big baby, Blaine's in there!" He said to himself, though this only made him more nervous. At that moment, his cellphone buzzed. He slipped the phone out of his pocket, and read the new text message.
Hey Kurt,
Why didnt you wake me?
Good luck bro.
-THE FINSTER
He smiled, and turned the door handle. The room was empty. Kurt let out a relived, yet extremely disappointed sigh. He stepped inside, and took in his surroundings. The walls were a navy blue, and the furniture was a dark maroon: the school colors.
He set his small messenger bag onto his new bed. There was not much he brought to Dalton. Just some movies, his Ipod, and bag of facial and body cleansers.
He knew that Blaine's bed was the one on the other side of the room, because the nightstand next to it had a collection of pictures of Angela Lansbury.
'Such a theatre junkie..." Kurt chuckled to himself. He crossed the large room to open the remaining door he had not yet explored. It was the bathroom. He stepped inside, surveying his face in the large mirror facing him.
His lips smiled back at him, but his eyes were miserable. He looked around. The bathroom had two showers (oh sweet potatoes thank you) and two sinks...
'This is already better than what I had at home' Kurt smiled, though cringing inside, already missing Finn, and the rest of New Directions. He looked up to the mirror once more, and through the corner of his eyes saw someone standing behind him.
"AAHH!" He screamed, falling to the ground, covering his head with both arms. He heard an all too familiar chuckle.
"You scream like such a girl" he joked. Kurt looked up from between his arms, and saw the angelic face of Blaine Stewart smiling down at him, extending an arm. Kurt took it, and was pulled up to his feet.
"You scared me!" Kurt laughed, blushing. Blaine pulled him into a fierce hug.
"You're finally here," he whispered into Kurt's ear. They squeezed each other tighter, before breaking apart.
"Come on, I just bought a new copy of "Les Miz." Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm gently and lead him onto the couch in their new room.
As they were watching the movie, Kurt felt some of his anxiety about transferring to Dalton disappear. Blaine was here, and he wasn't leaving. There was no horrifying Karofsky or hurtful Sue Sylvester.
There was just him, and Blaine.
Friends.
