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"I thought I'd find you here," Blaine's voice reached Kurt's ears, quickly distracting him from his studying. Kurt lifted his gaze, and quickly settled it on the boy weaving in between the tables to him, trying to ignore the way his stomach flipped gently, he smiled.
"I didn't realize you were looking for me," he stated as Blaine pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down, his only reply being a roll of his eyes as he reached over and flipped over the cover of one of the many books that currently lay open on the desk in front of him, tilting his head slightly to read it, before looking back up at Kurt, one eyebrow raised.
"Physics? Really?" he asked in disbelief, "I'm a genius at this stuff, and you're sat in the library hitting the books? You could have just asked. I'll happily give you the answers," he told him, sitting back in his chair, Kurt rolled his eyes, pursing his lips as he pushed away his jealousy of Blaine's apt ability to make immediate sense of all things scientific, and dropped his eyes to the paper in front of him.
"But then I won't learn anything," he insisted, refusing to give in, - although he would have loved too - "and I have a test on Friday," the last part was more of a mutter, mainly because Kurt thought that the less he spoke or thought of it, the more chance there was of it going away. Blaine sighed, and Kurt glanced up at him, subconsciously slipping the end of his pen into his mouth.
"Only I could befriend someone who cares more about their grades than anything else," he stated, although Kurt wasn't sure if he was talking to him, or to himself, and – despite Blaine's obvious sarcasm – Kurt frowned, and found himself quickly defending his actions.
"I don't care about my grades more than anything," he insisted, as the other boy watched him, a small amused smile playing about his lips. "I care about plenty. But if your school wasn't so damn particular about it's averages, then I wouldn't have to study so hard, and besides, I've made my parents spend money they can't afford on this place, I can't go disappointing them with lousy grades, an-."
"Kurt," Blaine finally cut him off, smiling, "you realize I was joking, don't you?" he asked, Kurt hesitated for a moment, but before he could answer, Blaine spoke again. "Don't worry," he assured him, leaning towards him and placing his hands on the table, letting them rest barely an inch away from Kurt's. "It seems hard at first, but the work load is just one of the many things here that you get used to after a while," he finished, sending Kurt a gentle, encouraging smile which made Kurt's stomach do strange things – again. But it didn't stop him from feeling that gentle pang of sadness. Kurt was still very much in the mourning phase, despite his transfer from McKinley occurring months prior, he still missed it, he missed the lessons, his friends, Glee club, even the bad cafeteria food, in fact, he could probably even go as far as saying he missed Coach Sylvester, and her constant threats, pokes, and attempts to disband the Glee club. He sighed softly as he dropped his gaze back to his paper, biting his lip gently.
"It goes away eventually," Blaine's voice smoothed, Kurt swallowed, unaware that his reminiscing had been that obvious, and feeling almost ashamed that he had been feeling that way in the first place, especially considering how nice Dalton, and everyone in it had been to him – which wasn't really difficult considering his life at McKinley, but it was still refreshing.
"I know," Kurt mumbled as he doodled absentmindedly on the corner of his page. "I just… miss them," he replied, there was silence for a moment, and then Blaine's voice rang out again, louder this time, completely disrupting the 'quiet in the library' rule.
"Okay, that's enough." He reached over and quickly shut one of Kurt's books with a snap, Kurt jolted his head up to look at him, frowning in confusion, "I'm not gonna let you sit here and wallow in your grief and… physics homework," he told him, his tone softer now, the corner's of Kurt's mouth tugged upwards gently. "Come on," Blaine gestured to the exit, and after a moments deliberation, Kurt quickly packed away his things and followed the shorter boy out of the door.
Blaine led the way through the corridors, over the court yards, and to a set of buildings Kurt had only visited briefly during his time at Dalton. The Dorms.
The majority of Dalton students boarded, and so had assigned dorms on campus, most of which were assigned to two/three students per room – Blaine was one of the lucky few to have a room to himself, until they found him a roommate anyway – whereas the others, like Kurt, were 'day students' - as they were known, - and essentially treat Dalton like a public school – apart from the rules, and the uniforms of course.
Kurt had considered boarding briefly when he joined Dalton, thinking mainly of the cost. He knew just how put out his parents had been made to pay, for tuition alone, he hated to think of them paying gas prices every week to fuel his journey twice a day, but being at home was the only connection Kurt had to McKinley, and after some deliberation, he – painfully – decided against it, although insisting to himself that if money ever became tight, then he would ask his parents to consider him boarding, but so far, that issue had yet to arise.
Blaine led him into the quiet building and up a long staircase, and then along one last corridor, before stopping outside a wooden door the Kurt recognized fairly well as the entrance Blaine's room. He pushed open the door and Kurt followed him inside, gazing around the room, amazed at the decor. Kurt had only been in Blaine's room a few times, but it never ceased to amaze him, his taste was… well, almost identical to Kurt's room at home, neat and simple. But Blaine's had a teenage boy twist that Kurt's didn't, there was the occasional music or movie poster, the wide-screen TV, - that Kurt had yet to learn how Blaine had talked his way into getting - , a guitar stood against the wall in the corner of the room, and the large cork-board of photos, only one of which showed Kurt's face, much to his relief. It wasn't that he hated having his photo taken, in fact, he loved it, but to Kurt, nothing could ever compare to Blaine's beauty, and the idea of Kurt's photo on his wall… he just didn't feel worthy enough to have such a position.
"You can come in you know," Blaine told Kurt, who was still stood in the door way, Kurt quickly shook his thoughts away and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, and slowly setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed, just as Blaine tossed a handful of DVD's onto it. "Take your pick," he smiled, as he flopped down onto the bed. Kurt frowned.
"I have class soon," he muttered, twisting his fingers nervously, Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Who needs class? We'll worry about it later, I'll get Wes to say you had emergency Warbler practice or something," he shrugged, Kurt hesitated, he had never skipped a class in his life, the concept was terrifying, but at the same time, he would be with Blaine, the boy who had promised to always be there for him. Kurt's eyes slowly reached up to meet Blaine's, sending the usual phalanx of butterflies fluttering through it, and that settled it. Kurt sat down on the bed, and quickly began shuffling through the DVDs, trying not to wonder if Blaine knew that they were all of his favorites.
