AN: I had this part written, so it's a quick update. But I'm not sure when I'll get the next chapter out. Should be a few days. :/

Oh, and you guys don't get to hear the rest of the Legend. Mostly because I don't know all of the Legend, and it was taking to long to figure out. A lot of people were saying they were looking forward to seeing it. I apologize.

Here's the link to the Tumblr post- I couldn't find the original, since it was from so long ago. I had to go back about ten pages on my profile to find it. Http:/ lanilaniduck. Tumblr. com/post/2069692088/ what-if-klaines-first-kiss-was-in-the-slow-motion

For the record- I'm gonna let this be as crakish as it wants to be. And as fannon!Dalton as it wants to be. I have some pretty complex feelings about the show and how it compares to fannon and lots of other psychological musings. But this is just meant to be silly.

And I forgot to mention last time- I blatantly stole the OC Eric from my favorite Klaine-verse ever, the Dalton Boys Are Geeks 'verse. Read it. And props to the person who recognized him. Http:/ infraredphaeton. Livejournal.

Okay, on with the chapter!

Disclaimer:

Still don't own it. I don't own World of Warcraft, either. Really, I don't own anything.

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In the next few weeks at Dalton, they ended up going through the slow-motion hallway a lot. It was pretty great, actually. After a couple times, the overwhelming head-rush of coming back into the world lessened in intensity. It felt a bit like a wave crashing over Kurt's mind. It wiped it blank, and afterwords- he always felt a little lighter, a little more focused.

"Hey, I have a big test today- lets swing by that infamous slow-motion hallway." Blaine suggested one day. Kurt gave him a confused look.

"Why does that hallway have to do with your test?" He asked.

"It helps me feel more alert," Blaine confided. "It's like, when you're in the hallway everything feels so thick and intense and slow. Like you've been in a hot bath for too long," Kurt tried desperately to not imagine Blaine in a bathtub. It didn't work. "But then you leave, and no matter slow you were feeling before you went in, it doesn't feel that bad compared to how slow you just were."

It was the perfect description. Kurt nodded, and they walked into the hallway, hands clasped in a gentle, friendly manner.

About halfway through the hall, something about the way they were holding hands changed. It wasn't friendly anymore. Kurt felt like sparks were jumping between them, moving from boy to hands to boy. He gripped Blaine tighter, looking over for some kind of sign that he was feeling the same thing.

The look in Blaine's eyes was confused, but hopeful. The stopped walking. Standing still in this hallway was a very strange thing. Kurt felt rooted to the spot, he felt like he was slowly catching on fire, bit by bit.

Or maybe that was just the way Blaine was looking at him.

"Kurt, I-" Blaine started to say, and Kurt's gasped a little, afraid to hope that he knew what was happening- but with a deep, loud "DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" Wes killed all of that. He slid into the hallway as usual. But this time, his shoe caught on part of the floor, and he fell to the ground.

When everything is in slow-motion, falling over looks really cool. Wes's arms flailed, and his face contorted in surprise, and his body twirled around. For a second, it looked like he was going to do a flip. But then he hit the ground, and he slid forward several feet. As if in slow-motion -though actually, it was in slow-motion- Kurt watched as Wes slid into Blaine's legs, upending him.

The mess of limbs was incredible. Kurt could hardly tell one boy from the other. He felt a sharp pang of jealousy towards Wes, lying beneath Blaine, tangled together, but one glance at the looks of pain on Wes and Blaine's faces and the jealousy went away. He reached down and helped lift the two to their feet. It was a weird sensation. He could feel every muscle he was using move in different ways, straining and rippling.

Rippling wasn't a word Kurt generally thought to associate with himself. He wondered if Blaine could see this new rippling action. He hoped so.

"Thanks." Blaine said quietly, and he tried to walk forward. His leg didn't seem to agree with this plan, and it almost gave out.

"Here." Kurt said, and he pulled the shorter boy's arm around his shoulder, placing a hand on his waist, and taking most of his weight. Blaine's blazer slipped out from under his hand at the odd angle Blaine's torso was being held, and suddenly Kurt's hand wasn't on the familiar, navy blue fabric. It was gripping at Blaine's white dress shirt. It was one layer closer to Blaine's skin, to Blaine's chest, than he had ever been. Was he breathing? He couldn't tell.

They walked very slowly. There was no helping it. It was clear that satanic forces were at work here, and they wouldn't have been able to walk at a normal pace even if they'd been in a more normal hallway.

Finally, they stepped through the doorway, and their feet hit the ground a bit harder, and a bit faster. They were out.

"Where's David?" Kurt asked, lowering Blaine to sit on a bench next to the door. "He's always around when you get up to shenanigans like this."

"I took a shortcut. Didn't want to struggle to keep up with you guys, so I went the long way." David told them, walking around a corner at just the right moment.

"I thought you said that hallway was the shortcut!" Kurt said, turning on Blaine. Blaine simply shrugged.

"It is, if you run." He said.

"Running in there is like walking at leisurely pace out here. But it's still generally faster than the long way. Unless you run the long way," David elaborated. "Which I did."

Kurt sat down next to Blaine, who winced when their legs bumped.

"You okay?" He asked. Clearly, too much of his concern showed through his voice, and David and Wes sniggered. "We have rehearsal soon, and since you're like the only guy in the Warblers who can dance, if you're out of commission there's no way anyone is learning any choreography." He explained, trying to make it seem like he was concerned about their routine, and not for Blaine. It probably didn't work. Whatever.

"I should be alright," Blaine said, his hands massaging his left leg gently. "I'm gonna have one hell of a bruise on my knee, and maybe I should get a little ice on it before rehearsal. But I should be fine."

"If you die, can I have your solo?" Eric asked him, walking by. There was a wolfish grin on his face that indicated that he was completely serious. Eric was kinda scary.

"Sure, Eric." Blaine said, sighing a little as his grin only grew wider, and he practically skipped away.

"God, Blaine! Why did you do that?" Wes asked, wild panic in his eyes.

"What did I do now?" Blaine asked resignedly. Kurt laughed. It was fun, seeing the way Blaine and David and Wes interacted. David and Wes were constantly driving Blaine crazy, teasing him and embarrassing him and messing up his hair. But it was so clear how much Blaine cared about these guys. And Kurt understood that. They were silly and ridiculous and they had this sort of infectious energy that made everyone around them a bit happier. Blaine pretended to be annoyed, and he rolled his eyes, but he loved every second he was spending with them.

"You told him he could have something if you died!" Wes shouted, gesticulating wildly.

"Now he's going to kill you!" David yelled. A teacher walked past and shushed them half-heartedly.

"He's not going to kill me." Blaine said reasonably.

"Blaine. This is Eric we're talking about." Wes said, as though talking to someone very stupid.

"HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU." David yelled again.

"They have a point," Kurt admitted. "I could see Eric committing murder for a solo. He's a lot like Rachel sometimes."

"Rachel?" Eric asked, his head popping out of the ceiling.

"Dude, how did you get up there?" David asked.

"Why did you get up there?" Wes asked.

"I like it up here. I don't expect people at your level to understand. What were you saying about Rachel?"

"Um..." Kurt searched wildly for something to say that wasn't about how he thought Eric could be a murderer. A-ha! Eric had met Rachel before- long story- and he had a raging crush on the girl."She and Finn broke up last week."

Eric fell out of the ceiling, springing up a second later like nothing had happened. Why he could fall from the ceiling and be fine, while Blaine had been tripped and had a bruise the size of texas blooming on his leg, Kurt didn't know. Eric just did shit like that.

"And you didn't tell me?" Eric asked, a terrifying glint in his eye. Great. Now he was going to kill Kurt too. He'd probably run him through with a sword, or some other way that was really painful and would get blood all over Kurt's clothes.

"Just heard. And anyway, you couldn't have done anything yet. People need time to get over break-ups before they start dating other people." Kurt reasoned.

"Uh-uh, sure. I'm going to go seduce Rachel now, see you later." And he turned on his heel, walking away quickly.

"Eric, rehearsal is in a few hours!" Blaine called after him.

"It won't take long!" Eric called back.

"He does know she lives in Lima, right?" Kurt asked. Blaine just shrugged.

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When Blaine told Kurt that he played World of Warcraft, Kurt laughed.

"No, really!" He insisted. "I do!"

"Why?" Kurt asked.

"It's just- it's what we do here." Blaine tried to explain.

"Dalton boys play WoW." David confirmed, walking up behind them and draping his arms across the two boys.

"Come on, Kurt, let's go get you set up," Wes said, a step behind them. "It's almost time to play!"

Apparently, it was WoW night at Dalton. They walked into the commons, and it looked like a completely different room. It was packed. There were easily fifty guys in there, milling around, joking loudly, and sitting at computers. The room was full of computers. Kurt found himself being led towards a cluster of monitors, and he recognized Blaine's.

"I don't know why you think I'm going to start playing this." Kurt said. They'd tried to get him to play video games with him before. He was a decent player, but after just a little bit of "brotherly bonding" with Finn, he'd gotten tired of being shot at. He didn't think it would matter if he was getting shot at by machine guns or bows and arrows.

"Because it's fun!" David said, looking confused.

"Because everyone is doing it!" Wes continued.

"Because I said please?" Blaine asked, and then he did something highly unfair. He pouted. Kurt melted a little.

"Oh, alright." He relented, trying not to obviously swoon.

"Way to go Blaine!" Wes said, giving Blaine a high-five, which he retuned, sheepishly.

"Yeah, we should remember that trick. Pout at Kurt, get him to do whatever you want." David said. Kurt blushed bright red.

"I don't think it'll work for us, David." Wes pointed out.

"Right. You have to have those dashing eyebrows, that hair gelled to perfection, those sweet hazel eyes..."

Kurt blushed even more.

"Ignore them." Blaine muttered to him, but he couldn't help notice that Blaine's face was a bit flushed. Well, that was interesting. Kurt reanalyzed their friendship, as he often did. David and Wes teased them a lot about liking each other, and they always brushed it off. They would protest, saying 'We're just friends!' at the same time, and they'd smile at each other and go back to what they were doing. It was nice. He loved being Blaine's friend. He loved the feeling of being a part of such an epic group of people, loved getting to know them and having them get to know him.

But sometimes, he knew that there was more to it than that. And those sometimes had been happening more and more recently. It was one thing to have a crush on someone who was just a friend. It was another thing to suspect that you were falling for that person, head over heels.

"Here. You can make a character on my second account- it's faster than setting up a trial account." Blaine said, leaning in to click on the WoW icon on the desktop of the computer in front of Kurt, and typing in his login information with practiced speed.

"You have two accounts?" Kurt asked, confused.

"My brother had one, then he stopped using it. So he gave it to me for my birthday last year. He pays for it," Blaine explained. Kurt nodded, as Blaine clicked on buttons he didn't understand. Blaine didn't talk about his family that much, and he was busy absorbing the information. He had a brother. An older one, from the sound of it. "Here, now you can make your character." Blaine said, stepping back.

"What does Alliance mean?" He asked, squinting at the screen.

"Horde! Click horde!" Wes shouted, and over half the room exploded into cheers. The rest of it booed and hissed. They made Kurt jump, and with a frightened look around him, David and Wes chanting "Horde! Horde! Horde!" beside him, he followed Wes's instruction. They sighed in relief.

"Good choice," Blaine told him, and gave him a smile of approval. It made Kurt glow a little. "They would've stopped talking to you, and shunned you, and you would never be friends again. I am only slightly kidding."

"Yeah. We used to be buddies with Eric." David said. Kurt's jaw dropped.

"And then he went over to the Dark Side." Wes said, his voice ominous.

"Wait, what?" Kurt asked. "You guys were friends with Eric?"

"Before Blaine came along, yeah." Wes said.

"And you stopped being friends with him because he was on the wrong side in World of Warcraft?" He looked at Blaine. "That is crazy, right? I'm not over-reacting?"

"No, it's crazy." Blaine said, not seeming that concerned. He was mostly focused on getting set up on his computer.

"Well, it wasn't just about WoW," David admitted. "He was also starting to get a bit more insane."

"Insane in a bad way."

"Yeah, not endearing insane like we are."

"And there was also that thing where you kinda made out with the girl he had a crush on for ages and ages."

David looked offended. "Hey, I mentioned I liked her, and he said nothing! And then I told him, and he flipped his shit! Like, ran at me with a fork and tried to stab me."

"What?" Kurt asked.

"Sorry about that, dude." Eric said. He'd been sitting on the couch behind them the entire time.

"No problem," David brushed it off. "Alliance scum."