Hi Everyone!

This is my first fanfic for Glee's Kurt and Blaine.

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I don't own Glee...if I did Kurt and Blaine would get a move on, and stop endlessly dancing around each other.

A Journey


Kurt woke up that morning, wishing he hadn't. He felt horrible. His head pounded against his skull, and the room spun dangerously. He moaned in pain. His roommate, who was searching for a tie, stopped and looked at the boy huddled on the bed. Kurt groaned again.

"Are you okay?" The other boy asked, as he walked over to Kurt's bedside.

Kurt looked horrible. His eyes watered, and his cheeks were flushed. Before his roommate could say anything else, Kurt fell asleep again.


"Kurt. You have to wake up for me okay?" Blaine sat on the edge of Kurt's bed, a concerned look on his face, as he tried to get Kurt to stay awake long enough to take some medicine.

"What?" Kurt choked out. He opened his eyes and saw Blaine hovering over him, a medicine cup filled to the brim with some kind of nasty looking liquid, in his hand.

"Let me help you sit up," Blaine said. Kurt slowly sat up, and looked at the older boy as Blaine placed a hand on his back to support him. Kurt's face was so flushed from his fever, that Blaine didn't

notice it turn crimson red as he leaned into Blaine's touch.

Kurt looked around the room. Wes and David were standing in the doorway watching Blaine and Kurt, and there was a sandy haired boy with light brown eyes at the foot of his bed. Kurt drank the

medicine, and Blaine helped him lie back down. Kurt closed his eyes again, and tried to sleep over the thumping in his head.

All of a sudden, he felt Blaine shift on his bed, and he quickly reached out and grabbed his hand. "Stay" he gasped. Blaine smiled at Kurt and squeezed his hand, as he shot death glares at Wes and

David who were laughing silently from the door.

Blaine glared at them again until they got the message, and the two of them turned around and walked down the hallway.


Kurt slid in and out of consciousness for the next couple of hours, and as he came too for the fifth time, he heard Blaine and the other boy talking.

"…When are you going to tell him?" the other boy asked. "It's not the right time," Blaine answered in return.

Kurt was completely confused, and tried to process the exchange between the other boys. Tell me what? What does Blaine mean, 'it's not the right time?' He concluded that he must be delusional, and

instead took comfort in the fact that Blaine was softly stroking his hand.

"Alright, well I'm going to go down for dinner. Let me know if anything changes with Kurt," the sandy haired boy announced.

"I will Jake" Blaine said to the other boy as he left the room. As soon as Kurt was sure the boy named Jake was gone, he slowly opened his eyes, and saw Blaine looking at him. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked him quietly.

"Alright" Kurt responded, flushing again.

"You're fever has gone down" he said smiling at Kurt. "Are you hungry or thirsty?"

"A little thirsty," Kurt replied.

"What would you like to drink?" Blaine asked again.

"I don't really care," Kurt answered. He looked around his room, and noticed the other bed against the far wall was made up. He wondered who his roommate was, and where the other boy was

residing at this point.

Kurt had only been at Dalton for a day. He had spent the morning talking with the Dean of students about his schedule, meal plans, boarding choices, and the various recreational and educational

activities that were offered to the students. Blaine met up with him for lunch, and then he spent the afternoon unpacking his numerous boxes and organizing his side of the dorm room. Sometime after

dinner, he began to feel run down so he decided to go to bed a little earlier than usual, and woke up with the cold he was battling now.

"Ill go get you something." Blaine offered, bringing Kurt back to the present.

"Where are you going to go?" Kurt asked hurriedly as his heart pounded against his rib cage. He mentally kicked himself afterwards, but Blaine just seemed amused by Kurt's concern and put a hand

on his arm.

"I'm going to go down to the dining hall," Blaine said with a smile in his voice. "Just rest, I won't be gone long. I promise," he added, after seeing Kurt's expression. He left the room and hurried

through the three story building to the dining hall.

Kurt closed his eyes, and waited for Blaine to come back. He was feeling a lot better now, and he was grateful that Blaine took time out of his schedule to help him. Blaine arrived less than five

minuets later with a couple different beverages at hand.

"What did you do?" Kurt asked incredulously as Blaine placed the drinks down on the night table next to Kurt's bed.

"You said you didn't care what you drank which wasn't really helpful for me, so I got you a little bit of everything," Blaine explained. He sat back down on the edge of the bed, and watched Kurt

decide which one of the drinks he wanted.

Kurt sat up slowly, and when the room began to spin again, Blaine held him until Kurt could open his eyes without getting dizzy.

"I am a horrible mentor." Blaine said apologetically as Kurt took a sip of Ginger Ale.

"No you're not, it's not your fault I got sick," Kurt replied, waving Blaine's comment away.

"I'm supposed to help you though," Blaine continued holding Kurt's gaze.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked trying not to melt into a warm puddle in front of him.

"Whenever a student enrolls here, either as a freshman, or a transfer student, he is assigned an upperclassmen to mentor him for his first year. The mentor helps with the transition process both

academically and socially to ensure that the new student feels as comfortable as possible" Blaine explained.

"Oh. So, you're assigned to me? How did that happen? Kurt asked nonchalantly.

"Well I explained to the Dean that we're already acquainted, and that I know of your particular situation" Blaine said.

Kurt stared down at his Ginger Ale, and then glanced up at Blaine under his lashes. He could feel himself blushing, and he knew that Blaine noticed.

"And like I said, I didn't do a very good job," Blaine said, smiling sadly.

"Your job just began," Kurt replied quietly.

Blaine moved closer to Kurt, and nudged him with his shoulder. Kurt's skin tingled at the slight contact, and he had to practice breathing slowly so he wouldn't hyperventilate.

Blaine gave him a warm smile, and said, "so how about I start fresh, and bring you to dinner."

Kurt stared back. They were so close. Blaine had leaned in, and they both hardly dared to breathe. Their hands lay on the bed not quite touching, and Kurt swore he heard Blaine's heart beat. Time

seemed to suspend between them, and Blaine wanted to know what Kurt was thinking so badly it hurt. Even though the room was chilly, both boys felt extremely warm, and was thinking of what to

say to the other when Blaine's phone beeped.

"Sorry," Blaine said as he moved back to his original spot on the bed, and took his phone out of his pocket. Warbler practice was in two days, and the Warbler council needed to know if Kurt was

going to come along and audition. Blaine typed out a fast response, while Kurt tried without success to catch his breath.

"So, what do Dalton boys eat around here?" Kurt asked.

Blaine looked up confused. "What do you mean?" he questioned the younger boy.

"Well, you said you would get me dinner. So, what does everyone eat?" Kurt reminded the lead Warbler.

Blaine watched Kurt take another sip of soda, and turned his phone on silent. "There's lots of different food choices. If your up to it, I can take you down so you can see for yourself."

Kurt smiled. He was feeling better, whether that was because of the medicine, or having Blaine worry about him, but he wasn't sure. "Okay, let me get dressed, and you can lead the way," he

concluded.


A half hour later, Blaine and Kurt made their way down the stairs. They walked through the first floor, and like the second floor, it was lined with dorm rooms on either side. Kurt looked at the

paintings on the cream walls, and the plants placed throughout the hallway. Blaine held the door open for Kurt, who shivered against the cold and adjusted his cashmere scarf. He gasped as he took in

the scenery surrounding the grounds; snow was falling from the sky, and coating the grass in a thick, white blanket. The benches that were laid along the sidewalks were covered with snow, and only

the gazebos remained clear. Blaine smiled at Kurt, and put his hand on his back, as they made their way through the snow.

"Hey Blaine! Hi Kurt, how are you doing?" asked Jake when he spotted the pair entering the dining hall.

"Wow that was cold," Kurt gasped.

Blaine looked at Kurt to make sure he was okay, and put a hand on his shoulder as they greeted Jake.

"I'm doing better thanks," Kurt replied as he followed Blaine and Jake to the front of the room.

Blaine was right, there was so much food to choose from that Kurt wasn't sure what to do. The older boy laughed as he pulled Kurt along to pick from a variety of meat, vegetables, biscuits, pasta,

and soup.

"I'm Jake, we haven't met formally yet," Kurt's roommate said as they made their way to a table overlooking the campus. "You nearly gave me a heart attack this morning," he continued. "When I felt

you burning up I ran out the door and grabbed Blaine from his room, and I got him worried sick too."

"Thank you. I don't know why that happened," Kurt said.

"Too much stress," Blaine offered as he sat down, motioning for Kurt to sit next to him.

"Maybe," Kurt said. Blaine was the only student at Dalton who knew why he transferred in the first place, and he really wanted to keep it like that for the time being. He watched his roommate, Jake,

take a seat across from him. Jake was tall, with sandy brown hair and light brown eyes. He had well defined cheekbones, and like the rest of the boys, was sporting the Dalton blazer.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," Jake said smiling at Kurt.

"Thanks. I'm sorry if I took over the room today," Kurt replied apologetically as he began eating.

"Don't worry about it. I had a full day of classes, and then I went to one of the common rooms to work on an English essay that's due in a week," Jake explained as he cut into his steak.

"Oh. Okay, good," Kurt said relieved. The last thing he wanted was to be on bad terms with his new roommate.

"How's the food?" Blaine asked Kurt who was stabbing a pasta shell with his fork.

"Good," Kurt said simply. Blaine's shoulder was touching his, and this did not go unnoticed by either of them. The younger boy surveyed the hall, as a sea of Dalton Blazers ate and conversed with

one another for the remainder of the dinner hour. Boys left and right discussed classes, homework, unfair teachers, and of course, what they planned to do over the weekend.

"Do you want anything else to eat?" asked Blaine who was looking at Kurt's empty dish a few minuets later.

"No thanks, I want to go back to my dorm and sleep," Kurt said.

"Okay, I'll go with you," Blaine offered standing up with his and Kurt's plates stacked together. Kurt was about to object until he realized that Blaine lived in the same dormitory as him, and he

probably would just get lost with all the snow outside.

They made their way outside after saying bye to Jake who was caught up in a conversation regarding a certain singer's dress with the boy sitting next to him. They crossed paths with Wes, David,

and another Warbler who were busy discussing the set list for sectionals outside, even though it was below freezing. Blaine hurried Kurt along so he didn't get sick again, and Wes and David smiled at

how over protective the lead singer was acting.

"I think…" Wes said to David.

"…that Blaine has a small crush." David finished smiling hugely.

"You two scare me when you finish each other's sentences," the other Warbler, a boy name Tom said.

"You should be used to it by now," Wes and David said together watching Blaine and Kurt's distant figures.


"If you need anything else, my room is just down the hall. It's number 210." Blaine said as he watched Kurt hang up his coat and put his scarf away.

"Thank you," Kurt said as he walked over to Blaine. The older boy wasn't sure what he should do; his job was mentor, but that wasn't how he felt. Instead of doing something he might later regret,

he reached for Kurt's hand and held it gently.

"Your welcome," he said softly while he looked into Kurt's blue eyes. "I'll come in the morning, and we can go to breakfast together," he continued.

"Okay," Kurt whispered. He wanted so badly to reach for the older boy standing in front of him, but instead he focused on the feel of their hands twined together. The hall grew louder as students

began coming back from dinner, and Blaine gave Kurt one more breathtaking smile before joining the throng of students walking to their rooms.

Kurt stayed in his doorway for another moment, before he closed the door, and sat on his bed. Heart pounding, he grabbed his phone, and text Mercedes the events of the day smiling from ear to ear

the entire time.


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