Generic Disclaimer: Glee nor Klaine is mine. If you recognize it, it probably isn't mine. Does contain characters from CP Coulter's Dalton in later chapters.
CHAPTER ONE: HOMEWORK
Kurt unlocked his door, stumbling inside. He struggled to keep his balance as he made his way over to the plush carpeting, almost running into the black loveseat, over to the dark wooden desk and simply letting the pile of papers and books in his hands fall onto it.
He knew Dalton was going to be tougher academically, but he wasn't expecting this. At McKinley, the homework they'd been assigned was simple, and he was usually finished with it by the end of the class. On those rare occasions where they were assigned projects, he was done in a day and a half, max.
Never had he gotten this much.
He had a two-page (front and back of the paper) report on how beginning to learn French earlier in life helped broaden horizons and make it easier or more difficult to learn other languages, a three-thousand word essay on why or why not Latin is a dying language (he was confident that had this been McKinley, some smart-ass would have written the entire thing on how languages can't die, as they aren't living), 50 problems in Calculus, a detailed drawing of the lipid bi-layer (inside and outside of the cell included and colored), a character analysis on a character of his choice from any Edgar Allan Poe work, and a fake newspaper (complete with horoscopes, obituaries, sports, and comics sections) of his creation about any battle in the American Revolution. Not to mention he had to pick a song to audition for the Warblers with and learn it completely in three days. He sighed, plopping down into the chair by his loaded desk. He looked at the pile wondering where to begin.
He had been working on the lipid bi-layer drawing for about ten minutes when there was a knock on his door. He glanced up, calling to the person that it was open before looking back down at his paper.
"Hey. Are you rooming alone?" Kurt's face broke out into a huge smile hearing the elder boy. He smiled at Blaine (who, not to Kurt's surprise, was still in uniform), gesturing to the loveseat.
"Yeah. Please, sit." He stood, glad to take a break from drawing. "Do you own clothes other than our uniform?" He asked skeptically. Blaine chuckled, making Kurt smile as they both sat.
"Yes, I do. I'd be in them by now normally, but I just got back form Warblers practice." He said, still smiling. "You'll love it there, Kurt, I just know it. It's not easy, but it's somuch fun!"
"I'm sure I will, if I get in." Kurt didn't let on how much he wanted to join the Warblers. Not only did it feel weird to not be in a glee club, it also meant he would see Blaine more. As it stood, the two had lunch at the same time, but Blaine hadn't shown up and Wes and David wouldn't tell him why.
"Of course you'll get in. Kurt. You have a simply astounding voice. You just have to remember not to shine too brightly. Dalton is about teamwork, and complimenting each other, not out-shining everyone else."
Kurt's smile weakened, his gaze dropping to the carpet covered floor. He was so used to having to out-shine just to be noticed. It would be hard to rein it in enough to get into the Warblers.
"Anyway." Blaine cleared his throat, noticing how he'd made it awkward. "I did have a purpose for coming here, believe it or not." His smile returned, making it impossible for Kurt to not smile in return.
"The Warblers are having another 'impromptu' concert in the senior commons tomorrow. Be there around…" Blaine thought for a minute, making perhaps the most adorable face Kurt had ever seen. "Around 12:30 should get you a good spot." He said after a bit. "Class ends right before that, so hurry, okay?" His smile grew when Kurt nodded. He stood, straightening his blazer. He headed toward the door, stopping with one foot out and one foot in. "Oh, and Kurt?"
Kurt looked up, feeling a heated blush spread across the back of his neck to his ears.
"Yes?" He managed to get out. The way Blaine was standing, Kurt could see the roundness of Blaine's butt. Kurt, stop it!He scolded himself.
"Don't be late." Blaine smiled, winking at him before closing the door. Kurt fell back onto the loveseat, groaning.
"Why do you have to be so cute?" He whispered, resting a minute before returning to his desk to continue working on his massive amount of homework.
