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AN: Thank you for the kind words! You are all too sweet, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own glee.

Chapter 1:

Five months later

California. Dalton Academy. A three story house complete with a pool and detached garage filled with exotic sports cars that even Kurt had never heard of before -and he was the orphaned son a mechanic with a fantastic if not unreasonably good taste in automobiles.

But that wasn't his life anymore. No more helping out his dad at the family owned garage. No more bullying from the jocks at McKinley, admittedly Kurt wasn't going to miss that. No more Ohio. Period.

That was all in the past and today was the start of his future. A student at Dalton Academy, the tailored blue and red blazer emblazoned with a crest on the pocket was laid out on his bed. With a sigh Kurt reached out and slid the fabric over his shoulder, only doing up one button to allow for movement.

He would need it, considering the trunk and large suitcase that sat ready to be taken down the flight of stairs and into the large foyer before he left with his cousin for the private school he was now enrolled in.

After his dad died, Kurt was able to finish his junior year at McKinley but the day after graduation he and the few possession left in his name were packed into his Navigator before he began the journey across the country towards San Francisco and his new life with his extended family.

The summer was spent with Kurt adjusting to his new family, the Duval's. He spent time helping his uncle John with house repairs, baking a variety of desserts with his aunt Carrie, and getting to know his cousin Nick, and Nick's soulmate Jeff. If anything it served to pass the time, but Kurt still longed to be back in Lima with his dad, hands stained with grease from working in the garage, not the orphaned teenager that he was, taken from the life he knew and thrust head first into a new one.

With one last look at his reflection in the mirror, Kurt straightened the sides of his blazer, cringing at the scratchy polyester that rested heavy on his shoulders and picked up his trunk and suitcase. After some wrangling, and two trips back to his room, he managed to get both downstairs and deposited them to the side in the main foyer before setting off to the other side of the house where the kitchen was.

The sight that met him was no longer shocking; at this point it was fairly tame considering some of the things he had walked in on Nick and Jeff doing that summer. That said, Jeff's tongue halfway down Nick's throat was now a common sight in the Duval house.

Kurt ignored them for the most part, save from a well-practiced roll of his eyes and went to the fridge to grab an apple and glass of milk, he couldn't stomach much else at the moment.

"Fancy seeing you here Jeff." He remarked sarcastically, jutting out a hip as he leant back against the counter and took a bite of his apple. The crunch of his teeth breaking the skin drowned out the sound of the makeout session in front of him, if only for a moment.

Somehow Jeff managed to resurface from Nick's mouth and gave Kurt a saucy wink while taking a step back so he could take the seat next to Nick. "Hey Kurt!"

"Hey yourself." Kurt grumbled, giving them both a fake smile before turning his back and drowning his milk.

Behind him he heard Nick and Jeff whispering to each other but he couldn't really bring himself to eavesdrop. It wasn't like he cared what they were saying anyways.

Thankfully his aunt walked in and started to give them instructions for when they were leaving while giving each boy a kiss on the cheek. As she passed, she gave Kurt a small smile which he returned before averting his gaze back to his half eaten apple that he now had no desire to finish.


With one last effort Kurt slammed the trunk to his Navigator closed and cringed at how hot and sticky he felt from the small effort of packing his things into his car. His blazer was resting in the back seat, safe from the potential of getting dirty.

Nick's dad had already left for work, so it was just Kurt, Nick, Jeff, and Carrie standing around Kurt and Nick's cars, packed and ready to drive the half hour to Dalton. Nick would lead the way with Jeff, leaving Kurt alone in his expansive car with only his thoughts and some annoyingly overplayed pop music streaming from the radio as company. It was still better than enduring another moment with Nick and Jeff.

It wasn't that they didn't all get along, quite the contrary. Nick and Kurt could spend hours pouring over an issue of Vogue, freely commenting on the newest fashions, unafraid to challenge each other's opinions if necessary. Jeff was a little harder for Kurt to relate too as sports had never been his forte but they found common ground in movies, be it Academy Award winners or latest box office hits, it was something the two could discuss without Kurt feeling like he was drowning in the intoxicating love constantly rolling off the two.

Kurt dropped his gaze while Carrie said goodbye to Jeff and Nick, not wanting to see the motherly affection she gave them. That was the last thing he needed. The whole morning his mind had been swimming with past memories of his mom and dad seeing him off to school, then just his dad helping him into his backpack once his mom had passed on. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the phantom feel of his mother's lips grazing his cheek and the strong weight of his dad's hand resting on his shoulder.

Carrie didn't seem to notice his hesitance and she pulled him into her arms, whispering a few words of encouragement, surrounding him in a cocoon of motherly tenderness he hadn't felt since he was eight. He gave her a small, halfhearted goodbye in reply to hers, gratefully when she didn't push him for more of a farewell than the meek one he gave her.

Kurt started to walk around to the driver's side of his car when a voice broke him from his thoughts, "Hey, you alright?"

Kurt turned a little too quickly, startled by the sudden voice before he realized it was just Nick, looking at him with worried eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine why?"

Apparently it wasn't convincing enough because Nick gave him a confused look laced with sympathy. "You just seem a little … disconnected is all."

Disconnected. That was one way to put it.

"Just nervous I guess." A fake smile and shrug accompanied Kurt's lie.

It must have been enough because Nick latched onto the excuse rather than pestering him for more. "Don't worry, Dalton is amazing! And who knows, maybe you will meet your soulmate there!"

Again with the soulmates, Kurt thought. It was easy for Nick to say that, eyes alight and a smile so huge Kurt thought it looked painful. Nick was one half of a typical textbook example of soulmates. He and Jeff connected at four years old and became best friends. They started dating at fifteen and prancing around in love ever since. They hadn't seen the heart break or the hurt that came with soulmates.

Not wanting to ruin his cousins skewed view of soulmates or his happiness, Kurt nodded shortly and gave a fake smile. "Yeah maybe," He replied, thankful that Nick didn't notice the lack of truth behind his words.


Tugging his fingers through the mass of messy curls on his head, Blaine stumbled into the kitchen in all his pajama clad glory, not surprised to find Wes sitting at his kitchen table typing away on an iPad. Blaine briefly considered revoking Wes' privileges to freely enter whenever he chose to, but it wasn't like Blaine actually had anything to keep from his best friend anyways. No secret lover, no kitten hidden away in a box next to his bed. Only furniture and musical instruments scattered around the apartment.

"Wes."

"Blaine."

Blaine paused with the refrigerator doors open, trying to decide what exactly he wanted to eat when absolutely nothing sounded appetizing. He closed the door with a muted thunk, and grabbed an apple off the counter.

Wes was still tapping away, not even looking up to answer Blaine's unspoken question. "I just heard back from the alma matter. Your talk, presentation, whatever you call it is a go."

"Gweat!" Blaine replied around a mouthful of apple. Turning to get a napkin just in time to miss Wes' disapproving look.

"Yeah, great. Now, the real reason I am here. You've got an interview with the local radio station in forty seven minutes. I asked you last night to be outside," Wes glanced down at his watch, "thirteen minutes ago."

Blaine nearly choked on bite of apple he had just taken. Well shit.


"Okay seriously, you can stop staring at me now." It was harsh, full of trademark Kurt Hummel snark but at this point Kurt didn't really care.

Ever since Kurt had set foot in Dalton, it felt like every other boy was staring at him. And it wasn't just a short term ordeal. No, all day he felt the eyes of his new classmates on him.

There were the steady, confident stares of boys sure of exactly who they liked. Then there were the timid stares under half-closed lashes that only allowed for a second of connection between eyes before their shoulders slumped, arms tightening around the strap of their bag as they walked away without a further glance.

Any other time Kurt would preen under the attention, but now he just wanted to start the first day of senior year without having to think about soulmates and the potential of one.

So by this point, after a boring orientation and tagging after his cousin and said cousin's boyfriend as they dragged him around the expansive school, Kurt wanted nothing more than to spend a few, uninterrupted moments unpacking his things without any more eyes searching for his own.

Joke was on him because it seemed as though his roommate had the same idea as half the other boys at Dalton and Kurt was pissed. The unfaltering, narrowed green eyes of his roommate boring deep into his own was the last straw and he snapped.

The other boy –Sebastian was his name, provided complete with a wink and unabashed trailing of his eyes down Kurt's body not seconds before- gave a small, unaffected shrug.

"Can't blame a guy for trying. You're hot, I'm hot, who's to say that the fates wouldn't pair us up?"

The smirk was back instantly and Kurt paused in organizing the few books he brought for leisure reading. "Well, I don't believe in soulmates and I have no desire to ever find mine." It took all of Kurt's self-restraint not to self-consciously drag his fingertips over the 'B' marked on his wrist. Instead, he took a defensive stance daring the cocky boy in front of him to attack his unconventional views. His arms crossed in front of his chest and his back was pressed flush against the edge of the desk behind him.

Sebastian merely shrugged, again. It was seriously starting to tick Kurt off how easily the other boy blew off all of his comments, he barely reacted physically, the superiority rolling off him in waves. It was stifling.

"Eh, I can respect that." Sebastian responded. "Honestly there are some soulmates that seriously make me want to reconsider the whole damn thing what with the eye fucking and romantic gestures."

Kurt held back a laugh at the disgusted look on his roommate's face and the gagging sound he made. "You are describing my cousin and his soulmate perfectly."

"Mmm, Blondie and his puppy Duval, yeah they are just painful to be around. I can actually feel my teeth rotting."

This time Kurt didn't hold back his laugh or the full blown smile from spreading across his face. It was a strange feeling, laughing again. He hadn't laughed or smiled genuinely since he left Ohio behind. Immediately his arms fell to his sides as his posture relaxed slightly. "Sebastian, I think we would make great friends."

After a pause and another smirk, Sebastian nodded. "Hmm, one question would these be friends ... with benefits?"

Now it was Kurt's turn to smirk, "You wish."