Dalton Academy was a buzz. Spring was just around the corner, which meant the spring show. Most high schools kept their cast to those that inhhabited, but since their school was all boys, Dalton did things a bit differently.

"Open auditions for the girl leads? What about the sister school?" Kurt asked, following Blaine down the staircase. The only musical he'd ever made it in, didn't even end up having a performance. Blaine was flipping through one of his text books as he desended the stairs, grinning.

"Oh they're allowed to try out. But between you and me, none of them are really that good or committed. We tried that last year with Seven Brides For Seven Brothers, and all but one of the girls dropped out. Warbler's had to fill in for the girl parts."

"Please tell me it was Milly that remained." Kurt cringed.

"Dorkus."

"Tragic."

"Wes made a good Milly, but the board decided not to rely on the girls anymore, so they opened up auditions to anyone that would want to try out. Kind of like our own little Broadway." Blaine smiled, getting to the sign up board outside the chorus room. Picking up the pen, he signed his name for auditions later that evening.

"And what wonderful production will the school be putting on this year?" Kurt adjusted his bag on his shoulder, wondering if he should bother to try out. Things had evened out work load wise and he was finally feeling like he fit in these marbled walls. He was the new guy and he had a hard enough time getting on the try out list for solos. Then again, if he could impress here, he might have a better shot at a solo for Regionals.

"Newsies. With the exception of four girl parts, the whole cast is boys. I mean honestly? They'll probably pick two girls and just have them double up the parts. Saves them a bit of trouble. Who knows what's going to happen for try outs. There are some crazy girl fans of the Warblers out there. I'm a little scared to think of who they might pick."

Kurt thought about that for a moment. "So, anyone can try out? Say, people from Lima?"

Blaine capped the pen and looked at Kurt smiling. "You thinking of asking some of your girl friends?"

"I'm not sure how busy they are, but I know they wouldn't pass up a chance to shine. Rachel-"

"Ahhh right, Rachel. The one that wanted to be my girlfriend," he grinned. Blaine still talked about that party. Maybe getting drunk wasn't the best idea, but he was sure now more then ever he was gay. Rachel was a sweetheart, a little crazy though. "Yeah, she'd be an amazing Sarah."

Kurt tried not to remember Blaine's little fling with Rachel Berry. It depressed him that she'd been farther with the boy of his dreams then he'd ever be. Blaine was wonderful, but sometimes Kurt really wondered if he even noticed how much he cared. Sure, they'd had their talk around Valentine's Day, but whether or not Blaine got it, was still in the air. No progress had been made as of yet.

"What's the face for?"

Kurt snapped out of his days, eyes huge. Blaine was right in his face with a rather bright smile. "No faces. I don't like her, if that's what you're worried about. It was a rough stage in my life and I'm past it. No more kissing girls for me."

"Oh that- I wasn't- Why is my name on that sign-up sheet?" Kurt watched Blaine start to walk away. It was in pen. Damnit why didn't he have a white out! "Blaine I don't think I should be trying out-"

"Why not? Kurt, I know that you're discouraged because you haven't gotten a solo yet-"

That's because you've been getting them all, Kurt thought.

"-but your time to shine is coming and I really think you could land an amazing role. So what if Wes and David don't see it? They don't direct this show. You get in this, you land a lead? You'll get solos. That is a definate."

Kurt thought about that as he walked along with Blaine. "All right. I'll try out. But when I get rejected, you're taking me out for Ben and Jerry's."

Blaine laughed, holding his hands up. "All the ice cream your skinny little frame can handle." They both stepped outside, stopping at the crowd that seemed to have formed.

"Car got vandalized. Pretty sure the paint will wash off, but it's not pretty guys." Jeff was standing on the steps, looking out at the police. They must have been running plates to see who it belonged to. Kurt already knew it was his car. "No one here would have done that," he called after him, shrugging at Blaine.

Kurt made it across the parking lot, freezing at the sight of the world 'FAG' written out on the hood of his car. No, no one here would do something like this. "Is this your car son?" Kurt just nodded, moving to see if it came off as easily as Jeff said. He took a good bit of it with a swipe of his hand. "Now if you want to launch an investigation-"

"No. It's fine. No damage. Should wash right off. Probably just a group of rude children." The police weren't about to press anything. The teachers made their way back into the school as they left. Blaine stayed beside Kurt as he rummaged through his car to find something to wipe it off enough till he could get to a car wash.

"You don't think someone here did this, do you?" Blaine asked, watching the crowd start to thin out. No one seemed very proud of this, infact, they all looked extremely disgusted.

"No. I know who did this and why he waisted the time to come out here is beyond me." Karofsky and his gorilla friends must have made a special trip. Which meant they'd found out where he went. Great.

"If you know who it was, then why not press charges?" Blaine took his scarf off and started to wipe some of the paint off too.

"Because it won't do any good and I can't prove it was them. It's a half an hour to Lima. They'd never believe they'd go to such lengths, just to make my life a living hell. Don't do that! You'll ruin your scarf!"

"It's fine," Blaine said. "I have a million of them at home. Kurt, you came here so you could avoid this stuff. This was your escape, your safe haven. I mean if they're coming here, then you need to do something more about this. A restraining order or something..."

"If it happens again. Like I said, no proof and no one that really cares but my family and friends." Kurt sighed. That was as good as it was going to get. "I need to get this washed before I go home. My Dad will have a fit if he sees this and he doesn't need the stress."

"Neither do you," Blaine said. "You all right?"

"I'm fine."

"Kurt? Really?"

"Yes. I'm fine. I've been called worse." Kurt sighed, tossing the towel into his car. "I need to get home and make some phone calls and now I have to think of a song to audition with tomorrow. Don't you have to think of something too?"

"I always have a few fall back songs. Kurt, if you want to talk, you know I'm always up late." Blaine walked around the car and gave Kurt a hug. "You're always the better person, remember that. Just, promise you'll give some thought to that restraining order?"

"I will." Kurt hugged Blaine back, inhaling deeply. The smell of Blaine was better then any other method to calm a person down. Blaine stepped back and smiled, making his way off to the dorms. Kurt almost wished he lived on campus, but his father could barely afford for him to go to class here. Still, it was nice, getting to watch Blaine walk away. Shaking a few naughty thoughts from his head, he got in his car, plotting out his car wash adventure.

Turning the hands free set on, he made his call to Mercedes and Rachel. "Ladies, I have something wonderful to share. Dalton Academy will be putting on Newsies this year and they're looking for girls to try out."

"Don't they have a sister school-?"

"MERCEDES. This is our chance to SHINE and if Kurt says we can try out, we shouldn't let this pass us by. Text me a time, a date. I already have a list of songs to try out with. Is a monologue required?" Rachel was talking a million miles a minute and Kurt was half listening to her. "Is Blaine trying out?"

"Yes. Your gay boyfriend will be trying out." Kurt rolled his eyes, wondering if Rachel could tell.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Hummel," she said. "I merely ask, because our voices compliment each other perfectly. We could easily be the leads. Perhaps this experience can help me in my writing too!"

"Whatever gets you through the day Rachel. I have to go, but I'll send all the information tonight. Miss you guys." The girls returned the sentiment before the call ended. He was ten minutes away from home now, car cleaned. Like it never happened. Pulling into the driveway, Kurt went out to check the mail, seeing the note inside with his name on it. It hadn't been mailed and it was clear someone had just placed it in the mailbox.

Kurt felt a bit anxious as he opened it, swallowing hard.

Hope you liked the detailing. You better keep your mouth shut. I'm watching you.

Kurt ripped the note up, closing the mailbox before he made his way inside. He had homework to do, an audition to prepare for and dinner to make. It was his night to cook. Karofsky didn't have the huevos to act on his little threats and as long as Kurt stayed quiet, there wouldn't be a problem.

Deep down, Kurt truely wanted to believe that.

To Be Continued...