There were some people asking about Blaine's reaction to the tape - I'm going to see if I can fit it in this collection, but if I can't, then I'll be writing it up as a separate one-shot. It'll be written no matter what!
Have I ever mentioned how awesome this fandom is? No? Well then, this fandom is not awesome, as such (what are you, nuts?) - more like supermegafoxyawesomehot!
/badumtish.
Title: To Have a Home
Rating: K+
Summary: It's Kurt's first day at Dalton Academy, and even though he knows that nothing necessarily bad will happen to him, he finds himself unable to enter the building - until one Blaine Anderson comes along.
A Few of my Favourite Things
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== x ==
I used to dream about it,
But never schemed or counted,
On fantasies or wishes;
It breaks a man to see what he misses.
For so many nights I'd pray for a better life and a better day,
But I never thought that it'd come true -
It's finally here and I don't know what to do...
And I'm trying not to cry;
This is how it must feel,
To have a home.
I've finally made it;
I've hoped and I've waited,
And for the first time in my life, I don't feel so alone...
{To Have A Home - A Very Potter Sequel
"A Very Starkid Album", 2010}
== x ==
I'm finally here.
That was the only thought going through Kurt Hummel's head as he stood outside a picturesque castle in Westerville, Ohio, ready for his first day at Dalton Academy for Boys. I'm here. At a school where a zero tolerance bullying policy exists and is enforced. A school that resembles Hogwarts. A school that contains one Blaine Anderson.
Yet as he mentally prepared himself to actually go into school, he found that he was unable to move from his spot in the car park, and as he took in his surroundings, he realised he had been in this predicament for the past fifteen minutes. He frowned, adjusting his satchel and closing his eyes as he attempted to convince himself to go walk into the building, at least - if he could make almost any outfit work, then surely he could make this work too, right?
I'm at Dalton, a school with a zero tolerance bullying policy, an uncanny resemblance to a wizarding school and a cute guy. I can do this. I can walk through those doors and get my timetable and get on with life like nothing is wrong -
There was a bang from behind him, causing him to jump in fright and break his thoughts. Turning around, he saw that it was only a student slamming the door of his charcoal black BMW shut behind him. After resting a hand over his chest and taking a few deep breaths to calm him down, he began preparing himself.
Okay, Kurt. You've arrived. Your dad and Carole gave up their honeymoon money to send you here, to a school with a zero tolerance bullying policy -
"Kurt?"
He ignored the voice. There's no Karofsky's, no football teams - okay, there will be football teams, but these guys won't verbally assault you every time you walk down the hallways, because there is a zero tolerance bullying policy; remember that no one can hurt you because of the Zero. Tolerance. Bullying. Policy... and because you're friends with the Warbler's lead soloist, but that's an unexpected bonus -
"Uh, Kurt..."
His eyes snapped open and he began to breathe heavily due to irritation of not being able to enter the damn school. He spun around to see who was so desperate to interrupt him when his gaze fell upon a pair of familiar hazel eyes, and his grimace immediately turned into a breathtaking smile.
"Oh, hey Blaine!" the countertenor replied, giving a small wave as he watched his crush somewhat strut towards him from the BMW, Kurt realising that must have been his car.
Blaine smiled, looking at him in confusion. "What are you doing here?" he questioned, finally noticing the uniform that adorned the younger teens body. "Please tell me you're not attempting to spy again. You remember how that turned out last time." Kurt shifted around uncomfortably as he began to explain his situation.
"Well, remember when I told you about Karofsky getting expelled?" The Warbler gave a curt nod, urging for the new student to continue his story, "His parents went to the school board, who went on to revoke the expulsion and ended up giving him a verbal warning instead, so my dad and Carole decided to use the money they put towards their honeymoon to pay for tuition at Dalton. I got accepted in, and here I am." Kurt took a deep breath. "Tada?" he gave some halfhearted jazz hands, noticing the small smile that spread across his friends face. Blaine ran through the explanation through his head, eyes not leaving the porcelain boy's glasz eyes.
"So, that neanderthal has returned to McKinley." he started, still staring at Kurt who nodded slowly in response.
"And your parents have enrolled you here." Another nod.
"Which makes you a new student." The next nod was followed by an infectious grin, and Blaine was unable to stop himself from reciprocating the facial expression.
"A student at Dalton Academy." he clarified, still staring at the now smirking teen.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Well, if you couldn't already tell by the uniform, then I shall confirm what has already been established... yes; I am a new student starting toda - ooft!"
He was cut off by the supposedly calm, collected and pretty-much-perfect Blaine Anderson launching himself onto Kurt's woefully unprepared body, arms circling around the younger teens shoulders as he gave a small laugh. Stumbling backwards a few steps, Kurt managed to release himself from a temporary state of shock and wrapped his arms around the teens waist, smiling into his shoulder. They broke apart after a few minutes, Blaine's hands staying on the taller boy's shoulders and Kurt's lingering on the other's waist as they smiled at each other.
"I'm so happy right now." The soloist confessed, a goofy smile spreading across his face as the new student replied with a simple "me too". It was during that moment when two figures made themselves noticed from behind the doors at the front of the building - one with dark skin and a blinding grin, the other's a honey-brown and sporting a smirk - and began to stalk their way towards the oblivious duo in the car park. With a roll of his eyes, David approached the pair and began to speak. "You know there's a rule around here that states any form of PDA should be kept to a bare minimum, right?"
Blaine grinned, slowly pulling away from Kurt and turning to face the intruders. "Hey Wevid." Wes huffed in mock annoyance, crossing his arms and staring pointedly at the Warbler. "Nice of you to join us, Klaine." he deadpanned with a voice heavily doused in sarcasm, relishing in the blushing he got in return.
The soloist rolled his eyes. "What are you guys doing out here?" he asked curiously.
"Well, we were waiting for you to arrive - like we do every morning, remember? - but I guess you saw your beau (another blush from the countertenor at the comment) and it must have, what's the term? Ah, yes. Slipped your mind." David answered, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he finished his sentence, earning himself a light shove from the curly-haired Warbler. "Ready to go in? We can take Kurt to the reception and get him settled in if that's alright with you - "
"Although, we wouldn't want to interrupt any make out sessions you were scheming," Wes intercepted, "or any eye sex you endure along the way, and we won't be doing any impromptu serenades for the new kid - "
"The only thing we ask of you is to warn us if you take a 'wrong turn' into an empty classroom and don't come out for a while. We wouldn't be able to stick around all day and listen to every particle of sexual tension that gets released into the wild." The council member finished off, winking at the dumbfounded duo.
Blaine shook his head lightly, staring with amusement at the tag team before him. "None of those things are going to happen, so yes, you can tag along." Three of them walked forward, only one of them realising that someone was missing, and when he turned around he frowned slightly at the sight.
Not only are you friends with the Warbler's lead soloist, but you've also made acquaintances with two of the council members. Nothing will go wrong, everything will be amazing and breathtaking and everything you've ever wanted. There's a zero tolerance bullying policy -
Kurt heard a sigh in front of him, and as he squinted an eye open he saw Blaine standing directly in front of him. Pursing his lips, the teen reluctantly opened his eyes and met the boys gaze.
"You're scared."
It wasn't a question, nor was it a statement - it was a guess, and like always, he was a hundred percent correct. Kurt went to agree, but he realised that he wasn't completely right. There were other feelings he had stored away.
"Well, not scared, as such." there was a pause where the two of them simply stared at the other, Kurt only continuing his rambling on when the Warbler encouraged him. "It's confusing to explain - I'm scared at the prospect of entering a school I've never been too before, if we're not counting the spy incident; I'm excited to meet new people and to have the chance of getting into the Warbler's and compete at sectionals; I'm relieved that I won't have to cower in fear every time someone approaches me from behind, or in any direction; I'm upset at not being with my friends at McKinley and hearing what other Journey songs we'll be covering for future competitions, or what drama's happened when I haven't been around. I'm happy that I'm here, don't get me wrong, It's just... I've dreamed about a school like this all my life - a school where I can be judged for who I am rather than what gender I find sexually appealing - and now I that I'm finally here, I don't know how I should react."
A silence followed the speech as Blaine contemplated on what to say as a response. "So, you're psyching yourself up to go into school?" Kurt nodded and Blaine smirked. "And you're telling yourself repeatedly about the zero tolerance bullying policy in the hope that it will make you feel better, right?"
Kurt blinked at the raven-haired boy, not expecting the last point. "How did you - "
Shaking his head, he looked behind him at a curious Wes and David before returning his gaze to those emotional glasz eyes. "Because I've been in your shoes before - remember that." He took a step backwards, "And I'll help you along the way if you get lost. Remember that too." The soloist stretched his hand out to the dumbfounded countertenor, giving him a small smile. "Ready to go?"
Kurt glanced between Blaine and his outstretched hand, biting at his lower lip before grabbing it. As their hands made contact, the two looked at each other, revelling in the warmth before walking towards the school gates. They met up with Wes and David, the twosome making inappropriate jokes and asking the two of them questions - varying between the names of their first children and if they were going to perform their first duet, confessing their undying love for each other, during nationals (if Kurt got into the Warbler's, Wes made sure to remind them) - but as they walked through the doors and straight to the reception desk, Kurt could only concentrate on how his hand moulded with Blaine's perfectly, and when the receptionist requested the russet-haired teen's name, the Warbler squeezed his hand in reassurance as he paused nervously. He gave her his name with new found confidence, glancing at Blaine from the corner of his eye and squeezing his hand in return, smiling as his crush gave a small grin.
He was pretty sure he could get used to this.
Constructive criticism is always welcome x3
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