Summary: Dalton is driving Kurt insane, and the only place where he can show his real courage is in the shower. That is, until Blaine decides to crash his one-person party. Listen to Velvet's "Fix Me" for better mental images.

Rated: T for mentions of...stuff ;)

Disclaimer: If Glee does not come back on soon, Imma go CAPS LOCK on these bitches! (Best disclaimer ever, right? Lol, we all know I didn't have anything to do with Glee.)
Or Velvet's song "Fix Me"
Of Beyonce and her single ladies.

Being at Dalton Academy was something that Kurt pretended to be getting used to. After all, it wasn't a total lie. He was getting used to sharing a room with a boy who had phone sex with his girlfriend every night when he thought that Kurt was asleep; he was getting used to not flinching every time someone slammed something a little too hard; he was even getting used to Warblers...sort of.

What he hadn't gotten used to yet was not being able to sing his lungs out at all times. There were remedies to this problem, of course. His second week at Dalton, Kurt discovered that most of the guys on his floor refused to take a shower passed 9 pm because they believed that they would be murdered if they did. Be it the Grudge, Scream or the Covenant, Kurt was pretty sure their irrational fear was brought on by too many creepy movie scenes. So every night when most boys were down in the common rooms playing games or arguing about who looked better in the school uniform, Kurt slipped lithely into the showers and abused his vocal chords for half an hour.

So that took care of that problem. It still was no where close to being able to sing with passion in front of a group of people (and have them respect it, for a change) but Kurt was used to compromises. They were almost becoming second nature.

This left one giant problem that had no solution, because the only possible solution would absolutely destroy the planet. Literally, the world would spontaneously combust if Kurt even attempted to fix the problem. No, he just needed to be fixed.

Which is exactly how the night unfolded the way it did. Kurt wanted to be fixed, because he didn't want the pain of unrequited love to keep stabbing at his heart, injuring his spirit and faltering his smile with every step that he took (and, unfortunately, he took a lot nowadays). As the steamy water ran over his slim figure he marveled in the idea that maybe, just maybe, Blaine would wake up and see what was in from of his. No matter how often Wes and David hinted that Blaine was as smitten as Kurt, the fashionable soprano couldn't see any signs.

Not a phone call, no. Those were totally platonic. Not a text, because after the first hundred times, courage stops sounding like there was ever something more behind it than just a sweet guy. At least, that's what Kurt kept telling himself. The truth was, courage was always going to send his pulse into overdrive.

Kurt was contemplating the idea of courage as he lathered his hands up with his favorite gingerbread body wash, not paying any attention to the rest of the world. If he wanted to, he could here the boys down the hall laughing chaotically, the sounds of the large tv blaring with what sounded frighteningly like a football game, even the sounds of Wes yelling for everyone to shut up before a chorus of 'blow me's' flew back at him. But he didn't want to hear any of this. This was his time to sing what he felt without anyone telling him that he was trying too hard.

Only one song could make Kurt feel kind of okay at the moment. He imagined the beautiful blond in the video for Velvet's "fix me," curled up on her bed with a look of bewilderment on her face, as if she had just been asking herself how the hell her heart ended up like this.

"Lately I've been feelin' strange deep down inside. Something kinda hard to explain, like butterflies." Kurt let the familiar words leave his lips, his graceful voice caressing the melody as if it had been written for him, for this situation alone. And as emotional he was feeling, he couldn't help smiling as the next words left his mouth.

"Suddenly I am only longing for the hot stuff, something inside me tells me this is real. Now I got the vibe, tell me that's the same way you feel for me." What started out as gentle swaying of the hips transformed as Kurt allowed himself to feel the way he used to feel when he sang with New Directions, like he was able to be passionate and strong. Somewhere along the line, his carefully manifested charade broke free and he let loose, donning moves that would make Beyonce and all of her single ladies jealous. He couldn't help it, the techno-esk feel of the chorus just got to him.

"So baby can you fix me? Cuz my fever's only getting stronger! It's burning like a fire, baby, let's rock the night away..." Kurt ran his fingers through his hair and traced his hands down his sides, splashing water around like a five-year-old in a bubble bath. Well, more like a scandalous stripper than a five-year-old, but who's counting?

When asked later what on earth he was doing, Kurt had a perfectly good explanation: Therapy. Dalton was driving him insane, and the only way for him to resist losing his spark was to let loose in the showers when no one else was around. And if someone happened to walk in on him and witness the fiasco, was he really to blame?

It was the perfect explanation, and would have sufficed for any student in the building, and Kurt tried to convince himself that he would only be embarrassed for a few days because some random boy had seem him dancing naked, flinging that-which-shall-not-be-named all over the place. Yes, he would have gotten over it pretty quickly. If it hadn't been Blaine.

"So baby can you fix me? Cuz my body is suffering from my hunger-"

"Kurt, is that you-"

And then there was silence.

And then things got really awkward. Admittedly, it could have been a lot worse. Blaine and Kurt could have stood there staring at each other until one or the other turned away and pretended like nothing ever happened. What would follow would be weeks of trying not to look in each others eyes and blushing every time they saw each other. Not recommended.

Or, Blaine could have simply screamed about his poor innocent eyes and gone barreling out the door, surely leading to a cancellation of their friendship. And Kurt could not deal with Dalton without Blaine.

So, in hind-sight, it could have been worse. But laying in his uncomfortable hospital bed, Kurt couldn't help the blush that seemed almost permanent ever since the incident.

What actually happened was that Blaine's greeting had taken Kurt so strongly by surprise that, in mid-ballerina spin, Kurt lost his footing and slipped on a glob of his favorite, treacherous gingerbread body wash and fell over, hitting his head on the faucet and promptly earning an ambulance ride to the hospital where he was treated for a severe concussion. And worse: it was all around school.

Blaine tried to cover up for Kurt, and he was doing a pretty damn good job. Now almost everyone was convinced that they had been making out and Kurt had tripped over a chord from the removable shower head. Yes, this rumor was spread by Blaine himself. Better for Kurt's reputation for all the boys to think that he had been in the middle of getting some, but much worse for his heart. Because, rumor or no rumor, Blaine still pretended like there was nothing between them.

Besides the permanent mental image of nude Kurt almost killing himself, of course. Maybe Dalton really was going to lead to his demise. Something really needed to be done about Blaine.

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