Blaine felt his jaw drop the second the kid opened his mouth. He had expected him to croak out a few notes or something, not sing an entire vocal warm up down the phone.

The kid really knew his stuff, Blaine thought, and then he felt a little bad for not knowing that Kurt was into singing.

And then he felt really guilty for not finding out anything about him before hand. He could have made it so much easier for him to settle in. He mentally scolded himself, because that's just the type of person Blaine is. He wants to take care of everyone he meets.

But it wasn't just Kurt's knowledge of vocal technique that impressed him, it was his voice. It was high and crystal clear; beautiful. He had an incredible range, the likes of which hadn't been seen in Dalton for decades.

He quickly snapped his mouth shut, and looked away, just in case Theo caught him staring at Kurt. But he soon saw that he need not have worried; Theo was just as slack-jawed as he was.

"Whoa." Theo said lowly. "Boy's got some pipes."

Blaine nodded slowly in agreement, still a little dumbstruck.

"We have to get him in Warblers." Theo breathed.

Kurt (thank god) didn't seem to have noticed them gazing at him in awe. He was too wrapped up in singing.

It was nice, Blaine thought, to see such passion for music that the guy didn't mind singing acapella down a phone to two boys he'd never met, in front of two complete strangers.

It was a passion they shared. Music was the one thing Blaine loved with all his heart. No matter how angry or frustrated or depressed he got, music was the one thing he found solace in. To see that love in another person touched him. And in that small moment, Blaine suddenly felt a little less alone in the world.

"We need to… uh…" He said distractedly, pulling his eyes away from Kurt. "We need to get the directions."

"Yeah. We should do that." But Theo remained staring at Kurt as Blaine searched for them.

He shook his head and tried to focus on the map, fighting the urge to join in with Kurt's warm up. He had to find the directions. He had to get Wes and David back to school before the Warbler's entire performance went down the pan.

"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine interrupted when he had found them, sorry to halt his beautiful voice. "I've got the directions for them."

"Oh, right, sorry." Kurt blushed as he handed the phone to Blaine.

He had gotten a tad carried away. But singing was his thing. He was in his element when he performed. He knew how to do that. Making friends with a bunch of strangers? Not so much.

"Don't be." Blaine said, looking directly into Kurt's crystal blue eyes for a little longer than is usually accepted. Then he seemed to realise what he was doing. "I mean, you've got a nice voice, Kurt."

He bent over the map again, to direct his lost friends.

Kurt stared at him. He couldn't figure out if Blaine was just being nice or if he was being set up for some elaborate prank where he ended up humiliated in front of the entire school.

"Seriously though," Theo said, lying on his stomach on Blaine's bed so that he was facing Kurt. "Do you want to sing me lullabies every night? 'Cause I would not object to that. At all."

Kurt looked at him, confused, unsure as to whether he was joking or not.

"Hey Blaine, swap room mates with me, will you?" Theo pleaded.

Blaine finished giving his friends directions and hung up.

"Sorry about him," He said, giving Kurt an apologetic smile. "He tends to come on a little strong."

"You don't say." He smirked, raising an eyebrow, still not wanting to accept the praise. There must be some kind of catch. People don't just pay you compliments like that without an ulterior motive.

"You should consider joining the Warblers, Kurt." Blaine sat down next to Theo. "We could really use your voice."

"Really?" Kurt gushed. "I'd love to. Thank you."

"Not a problem." Blaine smiled. "So, tell us about yourself, Kurt."

Be cool, Finn, be cool. Think of this as a good thing.

I mean, so what if you left all your friends back at McKinley? Along with your quarterback status, your lead role in Glee Club and the girl you were in love with?

That's cool. It's whatever, you know, no big deal. You're just gonna have to start over here. Yeah, start over - a brand new Finn Hudson. You can be anyone you want to be. You're not a Lima loser anymore.

You're a Westerville loser now.

No, don't think like that. Stay positive. Okay. Here we are. Dorm room sweet dorm room; E14, Nick Walker and Finn Hummel-Hudson. You can do this, Finn. Just be cool.

He knocked on the door determinedly, and set his face into the most cheerful smile he muster up.

He waited, and waited, his smile faded. He knocked again.

Still no answer.

He sighed, and slowly turned the handle, pushing the door open.

He was greeted by the sight of two boys perched on the edge of one of the beds, playing Assassins Creed on X Box.

"Dude, you're going the wrong way."

"No way man, you're going the wrong way. I own this shit."

They pushed each other with their shoulders, their hands still gripping the controllers tightly. They were both in their uniform, with their blazers off and their shirt sleeves rolled up.

"Uh, you're both going the wrong way." Finn said, dropping his bag on the empty bed and pulling up his desk chair to sit beside them. "I played this level just yesterday. You've gotta go through that archway there. Yeah, like that."

They paused the game and smiled at him.

"Thanks dude," One of them said, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes. "I'm Nick, and this is my buddy Jeff."

"Hey man." His blond friend nodded. "We've been stuck on level thirty for like, an hour."

"Really? Dude, it's so simple. I'll show you." Finn grinned.

Maybe Dalton wouldn't be so bad after all.