[A/N]: So I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of love I got on the first chapter! It made my heart go wee :) Like…super wee! Y'all are just so GREAT! Anywho…here's the next chapter, hope you all like it, and thank you for reading.

LotsOfLove

DOTCI

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Glee *sadface*, but until I do I will be forced to use these disclaimers.


Blaine ran towards the screaming; only stopping once he got the door of the common room. He wasn't the Dorm Advisor of Easton, but he was next best, solving problems whenever Elliot couldn't. He took a deep breath and pushed aside the door, exuding confidence and authority. Quickly assessing the situation, he saw the source of the problem. Wes was towering over a freshman, eyes bulging out of his head, waving his arms manically.

Blaine looked down at what Wes was gesturing to and saw a perfect scale model of Westerville, drenched in coffee. It was Wes's project for a young architect's contest he was entering and he had been working tirelessly on it for weeks now. He had just finished yesterday, and had put it in the common room for everyone to see. It was then that Blaine tuned into the conversation that was taking place.

"...I mean, who just spills coffee Andrew? You weren't even doing anything, just sitting there; doing absolutely nothing and you decided right then would be a good time to spill your drink all over my project?" Blaine just stared at Wes; he had never seen his friend this mad before, not even when David had put mayonnaise in his shampoo bottle.

The boy in question just sank lower into his seat. Blaine felt pity for him, he was a shy boy to start off with and didn't talk very much and now he had the full rage of Wes unleashed on him. He was beginning to shake uncontrollably and that is when Blaine snapped back into reality.

Blaine grabbed Wes's shoulder and pulled him away from the boy cowering in the chair. He knew Wes, they had met when Blaine transferred and had instantly clicked, so he knew that only one thing would calm his friend down. Blaine grabbed both of Wes's shoulders and looked him deep in the eyes. Blaine stared into the varying shades of browns that had helped him through his toughest times. When he knew he had Wes's full attention he spoke.

"Wes, in my room there is a package of gummy worms. I want you to go get them, sit on my bed, and not leave my room until you have eaten yourself back into your usual, calm demeanour." There was no room for argument in Blaine's tone. Wes looked at his project, then back to Blaine. Blaine could already tell he was a lot calmer at just the mention of his favourite snack. Wes left the room in silence and walked down the hallways towards Blaine's room.

Blaine sighed, glad that the worst was over, and surveyed the room. "Don't you all have homework to do?" he questioned the few students that had remained to see the dispute. The Easton's left the room quickly without so much as a single look back into the room. Blaine went to go sit beside Andrew on the couch.

"Andrew, are you alright?" Andrew just looked up at Blaine and gave a half-smile.

"I think I'll be okay, it all just happened so fast. I mean, one second I was looking at Wes's project and the next thing I know I'm spilling my cappuccino all over it and Wes is trying to kill me." Blaine shook his head slowly, not trusting how well Andrew was taking this.

"Andrew, when I walked in you looked like you were trying to push yourself right into your chair. I know Wes can be a little intense sometimes but…" Blaine was cut off by a defiant jerk of Andrew's chin.

"Listen, Blaine, I was in shock, it all happened really fast. And yeah, I was scared, I mean, who wouldn't be? The important thing is that I know Wes didn't mean it and I completely agree with what he was saying. I was being a clumsy ditz and he had every right to get mad at me." Andrew's green eyes had begun to swirl like the ocean tides. Blaine had never seen the freshman so outspoken before, and he took it as a good sign.

"Alright, alright." Blaine held up his hands in surrender. "As long as you're not feeling victimized or bullied then I guess we're all good. How about we go to the kitchen and get some chips?"

Andrew got up right away and gave Blaine a look that could be best described as thankful. "Okay, but I get the bag of dill pickle!" He set off running down the hallway towards the stairs, with Blaine close at his heels.


Kurt looked at the two boys running down the hallway. They had both ran out of the common room so fast that they hadn't seen Kurt leaning against the window by the door. He had heard the whole thing from Wes's tantrum to Blaine and Andrew's talk. He smiled to himself as he gazed out the window at the Dalton grounds. Blaine had done a really good job in there and had diffused the problem in less than five minutes. He was going to make a great Dorm Advisor next year.

Kurt turned around to walk back to his dorm when he once again slammed into a body. He was about to lose his balance when two large, strong hands caught his arms. The hands brought him upright and he was suddenly pressed up against another body. Kurt looked up into amber eyes and smiled.

"Elliot, how many more times do you think I'm going to run into you today?" Kurt giggled and slid out of the senior's arms. "I swear, I run into you about as much as I run into Blaine. You two are bad for my health, you know."

Elliot almost reached out his hands to grab Kurt and pull him back up against himself. It was hard for him to believe that such a delicate, innocent creature could have terrorized into transferring to a different school. Elliot had been star struck the moment he had seen Kurt on his first day at Dalton. He had been expecting a boy like any other, but what he had found was not like anything he had ever seen.

The boy standing in front of him was slender with narrow shoulders. He had flawless skin the color of porcelain, and his hair was quaffed up immaculately without a piece straying. Elliot had been rendered speechless but it was nothing compared to the first time he gazed into Kurt's eyes. They were blue-green and reminded him of a stormy ocean. Elliot would come to realize that Kurt's eyes changed color with his mood and was further entranced by them every time he looked into them.

Elliot suddenly realized that he was staring at Kurt in what had to be an unattractive way. He honestly lost all capability to think when he was around Kurt. Most times he played it off well and Kurt never suspected anything, but sometimes Elliot would lose himself in those gorgeous eyes and couldn't help but wonder if Kurt knew how he felt about him.

"As I recall it was you who ran in to me, both times actually." Elliot smiled his most charming smile at Kurt and hoped that the junior wouldn't notice that he had been staring.

Kurt scoffed playfully and rolled his eyes. "And the fact that you were lurking right behind me is my fault then? I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Elliot."

"What were you doing standing by the window anyways? Quite an unusual spot to just stop at." Elliot inquired teasingly.

Kurt raised a delicate eyebrow and the action just about had Elliot doubled over. "Actually I was heading towards the common room to see what all the noise was about. I was about to walk in when it got really quiet, so I stayed out here and listened."

"Oh? And what did you hear?" Elliot drawled with a smile. He couldn't help but be comfortable around Kurt, even if it did bring out his dorky side.

"I heard Blaine doing an amazing job of breaking up a potential fight. You know, if you weren't graduating this year I'd say that you should watch your back for him next year." Elliot noticed the smile spreading across Kurt's face. He only ever dreamed of Kurt smiling for him like that.

"He will make a good Dorm Advisor one day, for sure. I have no doubts that he can handle these guys." Elliot smirked a little at the thought of calm, collected Blaine handling all the craziness that went on in Easton.

"I think you're right." Kurt peered up at Elliot and flashed him a blinding smile. Elliot's mind went blank at the sight of the shorter boy. Kurt's smile did crazy things to his heart, like causing it to beat right out of his chest.

Elliot was brought back to his surroundings by a small nudge to his shoulder. He looked down and saw Kurt looking at him questioningly.

"What?" Elliot mentally slapped himself. Could he sound any dumber? Probably not even if he tried.

Kurt just giggled and rolled his eyes. "I asked you if you wanted to walk to dinner with me. I think most of the boys have already headed over to the cafeteria."

Elliot's chest swelled to the point when he thought it would burst. Was there no end to the cuteness? "I would be honoured to walk with you, Kurt" Elliot offered his arm and was delighted when Kurt rolled his eyes and grabbed his hand, practically skipping to the cafeteria.


Wes was still seething when David walked in. He had eaten his way through half of Blaine's gummy worms and wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. He knew that Blaine kept then on hand for the sole purpose of calming people down, with Wes being the one who was in constant need of calming down.

He had barely even noticed when his best friend had walked into the room. David was known for his stealth and had startled his fair share of people. However, the fact that he had managed to sneak up on Wes was something else entirely. The two best friends knew each other so well that pretty much nothing one did could surprise the other. If David could sneak up on Wes with almost no difficulty that meant there was something wrong.

David put his hand on Wes's shoulder and felt him give a surprised start. "Wes, what's wrong?" David lowered himself to sit next to Wes, who was sitting on Blaine's bed.

Wes kept his eyes trained on the bag of gummy worms in front of him and spoke in a small, quiet voice. "I worked on that project for weeks. I'm just upset that it's ruined now."

"Wes, please don't lie to me." Wes looked up at David knowingly. "You're my best friend; I think I can tell when you're hiding something."

"You always can tell when I'm upset."

"Don't try and change the subject. As your best friend I also know all your little tricks, and changing the subject just so happens to be one of them."

Wes sighed. He knew better than to hide anything from David. They had known each other for years and had become the best of friends almost instantaneously. He knew he should tell David the truth, but he wanted to keep this to himself a little longer. "There's nothing wrong David. I was just upset about seeing all my hard work being destroyed in less than thirty seconds, but I'm over it now. Quite frankly, I worked up quite the appetite from all that yelling, one that can't be tamed by gummy worms. What do you say we head down for dinner?"

David observed his friend quickly. Wes was a terrible actor and he knew something was bothering him. However, if there was one thing that he had learned about Wes it was that he would tell him what was wrong when he was ready. Until then, he would bottle up his feelings and let them fester. David could only hope that Wes would tell him what was wrong before it was too late.

"Sure buddy, I'm starved. I heard that there's chocolate pudding for desert tonight." David stood up and offered his hand to Wes, who took it and pulled himself off Blaine's bed. They walked down the hall together, both knowing that this charade couldn't last long.


Blaine and Andrew both got to the kitchen in record time. They had just gotten the chips out when Blaine had realized what time it was.

"Oh man, Andrew, it's almost time for dinner. Maybe we should just head straight over to the cafeteria."

"That's probably a good idea. I don't think these chips are going to cut it." As if to extenuate his point, Andrew's stomach growled audibly. He looked down, horrified and clasped his hands over his midsection.

Blaine laughed at Andrew's reaction and nudged his shoulder. "Well it sounds like you need to eat, and soon. Let's go, I'll walk with you."

Blaine left the kitchen with Andrew close behind, so close that Andrew ran straight into Blaine's back when the older boy decided to stop suddenly. Andrew peeked around Blaine and was surprised to see Kurt standing there with Elliot. The feeling of surprise didn't come from seeing the two boys together, but from the fact that they were holding hands. It had obviously surprised Blaine too, judging from his reaction of seeing the two boys.


Blaine looked from Kurt to Elliot, then back to Kurt. He then looked down at their hands, which were grasped in one another's. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach, leaving no air in his lungs. What was Kurt doing holding this other boy's hand? He thought that Kurt wasn't a tactile person. The only person he had ever seen Kurt touch was himself, and it was in a strictly platonic way. Holding each other's hands, nudging shoulders, the occasional hug; but this looked so much more intimate. It was completely unnerving and Blaine found himself unable to look away from their joined hands.

Kurt noticed where Blaine was looking and remembered he was holding hands with Elliot. He quickly dropped the seniors' hand, not noticing the look of loss in his eyes.

"Hey Blaine...Andrew. We were just heading to dinner, care to join us?" Blaine's head snapped back up to look at Kurt. An unreadable look passed over his face before being replaced by his usual smile.

"Sure, were just about to leave too. Elliot, do you mind going ahead with Andrew? I have to ask Kurt some questions about a history test we have." Kurt looked at Blaine in confusion, but Blaine just shook his head slightly.

"Yeah, no problem Blaine. Come on Andrew, I'm starving." The two boys walked away, both talking animatedly about how food deprived they were.

Kurt turned to Blaine as soon as the two were out of earshot. "Okay, what's going on? You and I both know that we don't have a history test coming up."

Blaine looked at the floor and mumbled something at his shoes. Kurt rolled his eyes and poked his friend in the ribs. "You know very well that I can't hear you. Now would you look at me and tell me what's going on?"

Blaine screwed his eyes shut and lifted his head. "I asked if you and Elliot are dating." Kurt raised a single eyebrow and scoffed. This was enough to make Blaine open his eyes and actually look at the boy in front of him.

"Well I don't really see how that's any of your business, but, no. We're not dating. We were talking in the hallway and I offered to walk with him to dinner. He was taking too long so I grabbed his hand to hurry him up a little." Kurt crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. "Would it be a problem if I was dating him?"

Blaine could feel his face redden at the question. "No! N-no, it wouldn't be a problem. I was just curious, that's all."

Blaine thought he saw a look of disappointment cross Kurt's features, but when he blinked Kurt's face had returned to its usual state of happiness.

"Well if that's all you needed let's go to dinner. I would rather get there when the food is still hot." Kurt began to walk ahead, leaving Blaine behind to stare at him. Blaine ran to catch up with him after a few seconds, once he was done mentally cheering at the fact that Kurt was still his best friend and single. It wasn't that Blaine wanted Kurt to be lonely forever, he just wanted his best friend to find the best person possible, and he had a feeling that Elliot didn't fit that description.

"Kurt! Wait up!" Blaine ran up to walk with the countertenor. It didn't really matter if Kurt walked away from him from time to time; he knew Kurt would always wait.


After dinner Kurt told the others to head back to Easton without him. He had forgotten some sheet music in the choir room and was going to get them before Wes could call him irresponsible. He walked with purpose through the quiet hallways and opened the heavy oak doors, slipping inside without a sound. He saw his music, sitting right where he had left it and picked it up from the top of the piano. He was about to walk out when he paused, looking back at the piano. It was a gorgeous instrument, one of the best he had ever seen, and he wanted nothing more than to play on the inverted keys and hear the melodic, perfectly tuned notes float from it.

Kurt looked around and after making sure that no one was listening, walked over to sit on the bench. He played tentatively at first, testing out the sound. The notes gradually got stronger and he began to play with more gusto. His voice rang out clear and steady when he began to sing along.

I'm tugging at my hair,

I'm pulling at my clothes,

I'm trying to keep my cool.

I know it shows.

Kurt thought of all the times he had been flustered around his crushes. He had always been so proud and confident, but it all melted away once he started talking to his crush.

I'm staring at my feet,

My cheeks are turning red,

I'm searching for the words inside my head.

Cause I'm feeling nervous,

Trying to be so perfect,

Cause I know you're worth it,

You're worth it,

Yea-ah

His old crushes had come and gone without too much heartbreak. Kurt thought this was mainly because they were just what they appeared to be, crushes and nothing more. He may have thought he was in love at the time but when he looked back he could see that nothing could be further from the truth, and the truth was that his current object of affection was so much more than a crush.

If I could say what I want to say,

I'd say I want to blow you...away.

Be with you every night,

Am I squeezing you too tight?

If I could say what I want to see,

I want to see you go down,

On one knee.

Marry me today,

Guess I'm wishing my life away.

With these things I'll never say.

Kurt was lost in his singing. He hadn't sung with this much passion in a long time. He was so into his playing that he didn't notice when the door opened slightly, enough to allow someone to slip in. He also didn't notice when his watcher walked up behind him, quietly listening to Kurt pour his heart out.

What's wrong with my tongue?

These words keep slipping away.

I stutter, I stumble,

Like I've got nothing to say.

Cause I'm feeling nervous,

Trying to be so perfect.

Cause I know you're worth,

You're worth it.

Yea-ah-ah!

If I could say what I want to say,

I'd say I want to blow you...away.

Be with you every night,

Am I squeezing you too tight?

If I could say what I want to see,

I want to see you go down,

On one knee.

Marry me today.

Guess I'm wishing my life away,

With these things I'll never say.

These thing I'll never say.

Kurt trailed off near the ending, growing quieter and quieter as he realized the truth in the words he was singing. He did want someone that was too good for him. He wanted him more than anything in the world, but was it worth losing a friend over? As Kurt was contemplating his options a hand came down on his shoulder. Startled, Kurt stood up, knocking the piano bench over as he did so. He turned quickly to face the intruder and was surprised at who he saw.

"Elliot? What are you doing here?" Elliot had a faraway look in his eyes, like he was there but not totally paying attention.

"I came back to check on you...you looked upset at dinner...then I heard singing...followed the music." Elliot grew quieter as he talked, avoiding eye contact with the boy standing in front of him.

"You're not making any sense Elliot," Kurt saw Elliot's eye snap into focus. Their amber depths were swirling with something that looked like determination.

"Kurt, there's something I need to tell you."


In the next episode: How will Kurt react to Elliot's speech? How will Blaine? What secret is Wes hiding, and will David be able to help his friend?