A/N: *peeks out of her hidey hole* Umm... I'm really sorry, guys... D: I've been having some... Problems lately. I keep trying to get around to it, and then things distract me.

But, on a lighter note, I have Twitter and Tumblr! *flails*... *cough* Um... Message me if you wanna hang out with me on either of those sites! :D

This is a kind of short filler-y chapter; ideas..? I don't have 'em at the moment... I had the whole story planned out in my writing book... Which I lost. *facepalm*

Also, this is un beta-ed, so please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes! :P

Anyway, onwards with the story!

Cinnamone xoxo

"So, how's my boo? Enjoying Dalton?" Kurt cradled the phone closer to his ear as he flopped back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. "The classes are definitely more challenging, and everyone's insanely nice to me. What's not to like, Cedes?"

Mercedes' voice travelled out of the speaker of his phone. "That's good, Kurt. I miss you though, are you sure you can't come back?" Kurt raised a delicate eyebrow. "To what, Mercedes? The torments? The violence? Being scared for my life every day? I'm sorry, but no." He said, slightly exasperated.

Mercedes sighed. "You're right, I'm sorry. Listen, I have to go now, but I'm going shopping with the girls next weekend, want to come?" Kurt smiled slightly. "Sounds good, I'd love to. Bye babe." "Bye, boo."

Kurt put his phone down on his bedside table, stretching his limbs out. At that moment, Jeff walked in, throwing his satchel onto his own bed. "Hey Kurt," He said cheerfully, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Hey Jeff. Who're you texting?" He asked the boy. Jeff smiled dreamily. "My boyfriend Nick. You probably don't know him, but you should join the Warblers, he's in it too!" Kurt grimaced. "I need to try and keep up with the schoolwork first, sorry Jeff."

Jeff smiled. "That's okay. Hey, I'll be back in a while, alright?" And with that, he left; leaving Kurt to work on all the impending catch up work the teachers had given him, which included a notoriously long ten page essay. The brunette boy looked at the stacks of papers, then to the door. Just one more song in the theatre wouldn't hurt, would it?

Blaine walked out of his last class to see Jeff, heading to the courtyard and smiling down at his phone. "Hi Jeff," Blaine greeted him, walking beside him. "Isn't your dorm the other way? Oh- wait- you're going to see your Nickles, aren't you?" Blaine teased. "He's not my Nickles. He's my Nicky." Blaine snorted. "Okay then, Jeff, like that makes any difference at all..." "Shut up," Jeff said, elbowing the shorter boy playfully.

"Okay then, what're you doing?" Blaine shrugged. "Just finished class, I might study for a bit, stop The Twins from burning the school down... The usual." Jeff chuckled. "Naturally. Hey, you know what? You should meet my new roomie, Kurt. He's single and gay." The blonde boy winked and continued walking, leaving a very confused Blaine in his wake.

The short boy shook his head slightly then shrugged again, starting to walk back to his dorm room. He was stopped in his tracks again, though, when he passed by the theatre and heard a voice, a lovely angelic voice. The same voice from yesterday, he thought. Hesitantly, despite his previous fears, he sneaked silently into the theatre, sitting up the back so the voice-it was a boy- wouldn't see him.

He furrowed his eyebrows for a second, trying to figure out what the boy was singing, before realising, his jaw dropping. No way.

Kurt grinned down at the piano which his satchel rested on, resisting the urge to actually preen. He was going straight for the high note, and this time, he didn't have to sabotage the competition- not that there even was any.

It's time to try Defying Gravity,

And you won't bring me down,

Bring me down,

Ohhh...

He held the last note for a couple of seconds before clapping to himself a little, closing his eyes and imagining he was performing in front of the Glee club, Rachel telling him that he was flawless, Mr Shuester telling him he was the new lead singer, the applause- Kurt snapped his eyes open as he actually heard applause coming from the back of the theatre. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out the approaching figure. "Who's there?" He called out nervously.

The figure held up his hands in surrender, saying soothingly: "It's alright; I'm not going to hurt you..." That apparently had the opposite effect, Kurt's eyes widening almost comically and dashing out of the room like a mad man.

As he ran, he thought he had forgotten something, but his mind was racing too fast to remember...

Blaine cursed extremely un-dapperly, kicking a chair half heartedly. "Dammit!" Wes was actually going to kill him. The Warblers hadn't had a countertenor in years. Wes was going to yell at him, then bludgeon Blaine to death with his stupid gavel.

He had startled the poor boy, probably a new transfer. He looked back onto the stage, half hoping that the both angelic sounding and looking boy had come back, but all he saw was the piano and... A satchel?

He approached the bag curiously, torn between respecting the owners' privacy and just giving it to the office and opening it, seeing who it belonged to and hopefully discovering who the mystery boy was.

Should he...?

A/N: Mwa ha ha! *insert evil laugh* Cliff hanger! What shall happen to our favourite couple? Stay until next chapter and you just might find out... :D I'll hopefully update in the next two weeks! Bye!

Cinniexoxo