"There was too much blood loss."
When Kurt pulled into the Dalton Academy parking lot, he could only think one thing. 'Whoa.'
The place was huge. It looked less like a school and more like a castle. He couldn't believe a bunch of boys were inside, running through the halls. It looked like a place where you'd have to stand in a straight line, making sure not to touch anything…
'Maybe that is what they have to do,' Kurt thought once he had parked.
Taking the keys out of the ignition, he took a deep breath. This was it. This is the place where he'd meet Blaine… Well, hopefully. That was the goal, anyway.
He looked in his rear view mirror one last time, straightening his tie, before getting out of the car.
He hoped his outfit was close enough to the school's uniform. He had spent over two hours picking out something from his wardrobe that was as close to the uniform as he could get.
It wasn't until Kurt actually enters Dalton that he realized he didn't have a plan. The only thing he knew is that Blaine is one of the four boys in his profile picture. He has no idea what classes they have- not that he'd know where those classrooms were anyway- or if they're even there today.
He looked around the large room, not quite sure where to go.
Everything was just so… big. The walls were tall, the ceiling decorated with huge chandeliers, the room seemed to go on forever.
Then there was the staircase. A giant staircase.
"Worth a shot," Kurt said to himself as he walked over to the staircase and began climb it.
It was so quite. Kurt figured everyone must be in class, but the quiet was still odd. At McKinley it was always loud. Even if everyone was in class, the halls still seemed to be loud. It was so different here… Peaceful.
Once upstairs, he walked down a hallway, biting the inside of his cheek nervously, then walked back up it. As he was making his way back, the bell rang. Within a few seconds the halls were filled with boys laughing and hurrying off. 'Well, that gets rid of the must-walk-in-a-line theory.'
Kurt stood still, occasionally getting bumped in the arm, but almost always hearing a "sorry" afterward- which was the odd part.
He noticed that everyone was going in the same direction.
'Weird,' He thought, but decided to follow.
He made it halfway down the staircase when he spotted a familiar face; and really, who could forget that hair?
He went a little faster to catch up, then tapped the boy on the back when he got close enough.
The boy turned, his eyebrows raised in question.
"Hi," Kurt began, "I'm Kurt and I'm, um, new here and I was wondering… Where's everyone going?"
The boy smiled, reaching out his hand for Kurt to shake. "I'm Jeff, and we're all going to watch the Warblers perform… Well, I'm not, cause I'm in the Warblers, but, still."
"The Warblers?"
"That's the show choir group here." Jeff turned and waved for Kurt to follow. "Come with me."
Kurt sighed as he followed Jeff. He was half glad that he could at least mark one person off of the list, but half sad that he still had no idea who Blaine was yet.
He followed Jeff to a room filled with boys waiting to listen to the Warblers. "I have to go," Jeff said, "but listen and let us know what you think afterward, okay?" He asked with a smile.
Kurt smiled back. "O- Okay."
Jeff went off, standing behind a row of boys as they started to sing.
A boy came from the side to the middle of the room and began to sing. Kurt recognized him from the photo and, by looking around, spots the other two boys as well.
Kurt's heart began to race, and not because the lead singer seemed to keep smiling at him.
One of them was Blaine.
It was almost too much to take in. If the song hadn't been so upbeat, Kurt probably would have burst into tears right then. But, instead, he took a long, shaky breath and smiled, lightly bouncing his head to the beat of the song.
Once the song was over, everyone clapped then began to head out.
The blond one, Jeff, made his way back over to Kurt. "So?"
"That was really good," Kurt replied, smile still on his face.
"Thanks. So, I was wondering if you'd want to come to the break room during free period, if yours is the same as mine."
"When is your free period?" Kurt asked, knowing Jeff would ask him that next.
"Two hours."
"Yup, that's mine too."
"Great! I figured you hadn't met many people yet seeing you're knew. You can meet my friends. They're pretty awesome people."
Kurt nodded. "Great, yeah, I'd like that."
Jeff began to walk out of the room, but continued talking, so Kurt followed. "What's your next class?"
"Um, French II."
Jeff laughed a little, nodding his head. "Okay. Well, see ya later, Kurt," He added, before heading off.
"Bye."
Everyone went into their classrooms, making the halls empty once again as the bell rang.
Kurt sighed. "Where the heck is the break room?" He mumbled to himself. He looked at his watch, then decided to spend the next two hours looking for it.
About one hour and fifty two minutes later, he finally found what could possibly be the break room… or it could be the teacher's lounge. Kurt really wasn't sure.
He also wasn't sure why a high school even had a "break room" for kids. That made absolutely no sense. However, nothing about this school really made sense to him.
He sat down at one of the tables, spotting the coffee pot, cups, and cream and sugar packets in the corner. His eyebrows furrowed. "This place is insane."
He sat there for a few more minutes by himself, until the bell rang. Within seconds, boys were piling in the room, crowding around tables, talking to each other and laughing.
"Hey," Kurt heard a familiar voice say.
He looked behind him to see Jeff, along with three other boys, walking up to his table.
"Hi," He replied shyly.
The boys sat down.
Kurt instantly recognized two from the photo. One was an Asian boy, and the other was a boy whose ethnicity Kurt wasn't really sure- he was also the lead singer of the Warblers, apparently. Then there was another white boy who wasn't from the picture.
"Wes," The Asian boy introduced, sticking out his hand for Kurt to shake.
"Kurt."
The next boy did the same. "Nick."
"Kurt."
Then, the boy with what Kurt decided were puppy dog eyes. "Blaine."
At that moment, Ryan Reynolds could have entered the room naked and Kurt wouldn't have noticed.
He shook Blaine's hand, trying to force away the shocked look on his face. "K-Kurt," He stuttered.
'Smooth,' He thought to himself.
"Jeff told us a little bit about you, Kurt," Wes started once the introductions were done. "He said you were new here?"
Kurt forced himself to look away from Blaine, who was looking over at Wes.
"Um, yeah- yes, I am."
"So, are you from Ohio?"
"Yes. Lima."
"That's not too far from here. You have French II for third period?"
"Yes, I do," Kurt replied. Something about the questioning was making him nervous… Maybe it was because he didn't go here and almost everything coming out of his mouth was a lie… Maybe.
"Yes, I do."
"We all take Spanish or German… Who is the French teacher again?"
'Oh crap.'
"Um… Mr. Wilson."
The boys began to laugh and Kurt felt his cheeks turning red.
"Okay, Kurt, where are you really from?" Nick asked.
Kurt sat up straighter. "What do you mean?"
"There is no Mr. Wilson here," Jeff explained. "French II isn't a third period class for anyone, and they would never let any student walk these halls without a uniform… even if they were new. We know you're not from here, Kurt."
Now, Kurt was even more nervous. "Please don't beat me up," He said quickly.
"We're not gonna beat you up, Kurt," Blaine replied softly, drawing Kurt's attention to him once more.
"Yeah, that's not how we do things here," Jeff added.
Kurt let out a relieved breath.
"We do wanna know why you're here though," Nick said. "Spying from another glee club?" He guessed.
Kurt shook his head. "No, no… I mean, I am in my school's glee club, but-" He glanced at Blaine.
"But, I found a letter from a Blaine Anderson, about him receiving a heart transplant from my mom a long time ago, and I was wondering if that was you," Was what Kurt wanted to say.
"But, I just wanted to know what this school was like. I've always gone to public school, so I wondered if private school was different," Was what he actually said.
They all seemed to nod in unison, taking his answer as truth.
"And, what are your thoughts so far?" Jeff asked curiously.
Kurt took a deep breath. "Honestly? I think this is the most peaceful place I've been in a long time," He replied, being completely honest. He was pretty sure this was the longest he had been in a school without being called a name, or shoved purposefully. The place had such a comforting feeling that it brought tears to his eyes. He looked down at the table, not wanting them to see.
"Um, guys, can I talk to Kurt alone for a second?"
That voice made Kurt's head pop back up.
Blaine.
Blaine had said that.
Blaine wanted to talk to him alone.
But why?
Kurt's heart started pounding.
The other boys nodded, telling Kurt bye and beginning to walk off.
Kurt wasn't sure if he replied or not. The next thing he knew, he and Blaine were sitting alone at the table, and he was staring into the eyes of the boy who possibly had a piece of his mother with him.
Thank you guys for being patient with me, and for your concern for my grandma. She is home from the hospital now, but is very weak and not feeling very well. However, the vomiting has stopped so that's a good thing. She's almost 90 years old, so spells like this where she gets really sick scare us all.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed chapter three! Let me know what you think! :) Thanks!
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