A/N: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter… I definitely had wanted to include more, but this week has been super busy for me, and I haven't had a lot of time to write. I wanted to get something up, at least, so here's what I have so far. Kurt/Blaine interaction. :)

Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee.

Kurt woke up Monday to light streaming through the tawdry curtains that covered the window of the hotel room that he and his dad had shared ever since they had visited the Dalton administration on Friday. Kurt opened his eyes, glaring at the curtains. They were an awful color – didn't match the style of the room at all – and now they were letting in the morning light that signified a new day. It wasn't just any ordinary day; it was the day that Kurt would officially become a student at Dalton. It was hard to describe exactly what Kurt was feeling in this moment. Sure, he was excited (and relieved) to finally be away from all the bullies that constantly found amusement in his pain, but he was still nervous. What if Dalton wasn't actually any different than McKinley? What if all that was said was just a ploy to get him to transfer, so that they could torture him instead?

"No," he told himself firmly. "Stop being an idiot." With that sentiment, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to begin his skincare moisturizing regimen. As he pulled out his containers of moisturizing products, he called out to his dad, "Dad, it's time to get up. We have to be at Dalton by 8:30 to check in with the administration." He paused to listen for a grunt that would tell him that his father was awake, and once he had heard it, he went back to his task.

At 8 o'clock on the dot, Kurt was ready to go. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself in his new uniform. It very much fit the look of a prep school, and although it was comfortable enough to wear, it was nothing that Kurt was used to. In a way, he appreciated the uniform, because no one would be able to get onto him about his choice in clothes. At the same time, though, he missed his own stylish clothes. It was like a piece of him was going to be left out each day he got dressed. At least he could wear what he wished on the weekends.

His father broke through his silent thoughts with a firm, "Ready to go, kid?" Kurt took a deep breath and shook off all his insecurities. He could do this. He picked up his bag, put it over his shoulder, and followed his dad out to the car.

The first day went well for Kurt. He followed David and Wes around as they showed him different parts of the school and gave him some tips on certain professors and what not. He wouldn't officially start with the classes until the next day, so after he had eaten lunch with his dad and the principal, he was given free rein to fix up his room. He opened up his room and stood, staring at the vastness of it all. It was a dorm meant for only one person to live in, but it was at least twice as big as the room he had at home. In one corner stood the bed, a nightstand, and some dressers. The center of the room held a couch and nice coffee table, and the other side of the room was home to his new desk and bookshelves. There were two doors in his room, and Kurt soon discovered his personal bathroom and walk-in closet. He was overwhelmed by it all. His poor parents, having to pay for all of this. He dropped his bag by the desk and continued to stare. All this was his. It was a lot to take in.

Blaine chuckled silently to himself as he stood at the door to Kurt's dorm and watched him stare at the room. He hadn't meant to spy on him. Really, he hadn't. It's just that he had forgotten his calculator as he rushed out in the morning, and was going back to his dorm to get it during his lunch break. As it turned out, Kurt was to live on the same hall as he did, and when Blaine saw Kurt in his room, it was like he was drawn to him. He didn't make it to his room before he stopped and watched Kurt.

"It's a lot to take in, isn't it?" Blaine asked, letting Kurt know that he was there.

Kurt jumped slightly and turned around to see Blaine walking in. "Yeah, it is actually," he said musingly. Kurt was surprised Blaine was there, but he was happy about it, too, because as much as he wasn't ready to admit it, he definitely had a pretty big crush on his new gay friend.

"I remember my first day here. I was overwhelmed by it all, too."

"I have this whole room to myself," Kurt mused. "It's got to be twice as large as my room at home." He glanced around the room again.

At this moment, Blaine decided to make a move. He liked this guy, and what a better way to get to know him than to help him get settled in his new room? "Want help unpacking or something?" he asked.

"Yeah, that would be great, actually. Ummm….I have some books in that box over there, if you want to start putting them on the bookshelf," he said, pointing to a box on the bed.

"Sure thing," Blaine replied, picking up the box and moving it to the desk before starting to empty it. He was about to ask Kurt a question about how his morning had gone when Kurt asked him a question instead.

"So, did you get everything worked out with your, uh… should I call her your girlfriend?"

"You could just call her Amanda, if you'd like. I don't hide who I am at Dalton. My parents never come here, so it's just when I'm at home that I have to worry about it all." He continued placing books on the shelf, when he added as an afterthought, "and on facebook. They insist on being my friends, so I have to play that out there, as well. But to answer your question, it's fine now. She was having a rough day, and needed someone to talk to."

"So she went to you?" Kurt asked. "Sorry, that sounded rude. I'm simply surprised that she would come to you, since you aren't actually dating."

"I'm her best friend, have been since I met her back not this summer but the one before," Blaine responded as he put the last book on the shelf. He turned around to ask Kurt what he should do next, when he noticed Kurt sitting on the couch. "Kurt, you alright?" he asked, walking over to where Kurt was and sitting down next to him.

"Oh I'm fine. Just fine," he responded.

Well, there was just no way Blaine was going to believe that. Kurt was obviously nervous, and the way he was messing with his coat sleeves showed Blaine that there was probably something more than what Kurt was letting on about.

"Are you sure? Because if you ever need anyone, I can be here for you. I know you don't know me yet, but I hope that we'll be great friends. Honestly, I would love to have another friend that's gay. There aren't all that many of us, that are out in the open, at least, and it's always nice to have someone to talk to. It would be a lot easier to talk to you than to Wes or David, let me tell you."

Kurt grinned slightly at that last bit. "Thanks, Blaine," he said, leaning over to give the boy a quick hug. He wished he could just sit there holding Blaine, but he knew that wouldn't be acceptable. He couldn't just come on that strongly to a guy that he'd met two days ago.

"Hey," Blaine started, "I'd love to stay and help you unpack the rest of the way, but I have to get to class. I'll see you later, alright?"

"Sounds good. Thanks again," Kurt replied.

Blaine was almost out of the door when he remembered. "Hey, Kurt." Kurt turned around to look at him. "David, Wes, and I are going for coffee this afternoon once we get done with class and Warbler rehearsal. Do you want to join us?"

"Coffee again? You guys must be practically dependent on that," Kurt said, smirking a little. "But you should know, I am, too. I will never turn down coffee."

Blaine laughed. "Sure thing. I don't know when we'll get done exactly, but I'll text you." With that, he walked to his room, grabbed his calculator, and ran to math class, arriving just before he would have been tardy. Blaine Anderson was never tardy.