A month of daily Skype chats, frequent coffee dates and hours of being close during sleepovers passed. Blaine and Kurt grew closer each day and they certainly fell a bit more for the other every single day.

One Wednesday, they met for coffee again and afterwards, instead of visiting the mall like they usually did after having a drink, Blaine took Kurt to Dalton to -finally- meet his friends in real life.

It took all of them about ten seconds to see how in love these two were and couldn't believe the boys were so friendzoned into obliviousness. Though they certainly wanted to, Trent had warned everyone not to say a thing.

Kurt loved Dalton Academy. Not only were the school and dorms simply majestic looking, the boys here seemed to be from an entire different species than the ones from McKinley. Every single guy Blaine introduced him to was polite and eloquent, but didn't look down on him for attending a public school. What stood out to him the most, was that not one guy flinched away or acted awkwardly when he came close. Though guys in his Glee club had stopped doing that over time, the rest of the male population at McKinley still thought that being gay was a transmittable disease.

Not only did the Dalton boys not flinch away from him, they actually approached him; showing genuine interest in him. For once he felt like he was just one of the guys and it felt better than he'd expected.

Blaine had to do something real quick for a teacher, so he took Kurt to the junior common room and left him in Wes and David's care, praying they didn't tell him anything about his feelings for the boy. He had no worry though. Since they were both in the Dalton soccer squad with Blaine, they tried to explain the game to him. They even invited him to come watch a match, even though it was more to get Kurt to come watch Blaine play and become hot for their striker rather than to watch the actual game.

Kurt, of course, accepted their offer. Who wouldn't voluntarily choose to see Blaine in a soccer outfit, sweating as he chased a ball? He imagined Blaine would score a goal and point proudly to Kurt while he celebrated with a team mate – something Finn, Mike and Sam always did with their respective girlfriends.

"Hey," Jeff said, as he and Nick joined the three of them. "Blaine told us you were in the New Directions. We don't want to snoop into our rivals ("yes we do," Nick muttered) but we were just curious about your voice because your speaking voice is pretty high...no offence."

"None taken," Kurt replied. "I'm a countertenor. At least that is what Blaine's sister told me."

Wes whistled and David and Nick whispered excitedly to each other.

"Something wrong?" Kurt asked, frowning concerned.

"No, no, no," Jeff laughed. "It's just that we don't have any countertenors in the Warblers right now and they don't exactly walk in with the dozens either. We could do some interesting arrangements with a countertenor."

"Yes," David agreed. "Someone like you could give us so much variety. I bet your Glee club exploits you like crazy."

"As if," Kurt huffed. "Technically we don't have a lead, but Rachel usually is. And if she isn't, she'll complain till nobody can take it anymore. She's one of my best friends and I don't want to shit-talk about her, but she can be a bit much. She's such a good singer though."

"I'm glad we got the civil Berry-Anderson then," Wes chuckled. "Blaine always offers a pass on a lead but he's the best we've got. Talent runs in their family, I guess."

"It most certainly does," Kurt sighed.

Suddenly a body flopped itself on the couch right next to him. Kurt barely had anytime to register what was happening but an arm wrapped itself around his shoulder and he just knew this wasn't Blaine.

"I bet you are more talented than Berry-Anderson could ever be."

He took in the boy next to him. He was tall; taller than Blaine for sure. Probably even taller then he himself. He was handsome, Kurt wouldn't deny that but there was just something about this guy that put him off. Maybe it was the cocky smirk or the conceited attitude he transmitted. Kurt didn't need much to tell that this guy was full of himself.

"And you are?" he asked, with one eyebrow raised, picking up the arm that was draped around him and removed it.

"Sebastian. Sebastian Smythe," The boy answered, still smirking. He now laid his hands on Kurt's crossed legs and didn't blink an eye when Kurt smacked it away with an annoyed and uncomfortable look.

"Kurt, is it? I've heard your name going around for a while now. So I came to see what the hype is. What's up beautiful?"

"Thank you for the compliment, but I'd prefer it if you did not touch me," Kurt spat.

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart."

Kurt didn't like this cocky bastard one bit. Right now he wanted to leave –despite the fact that Blaine's actual friends were so kind - but he was in a strange area and Blaine had left him under the watch of David and the others.

"Sebastian..." Nick hissed on a warning tone. The others didn't look very pleased with the new addition to their conversation and it looked to Kurt like neither of the boys actually liked Sebastian. Even Trent was glaring from across the room and Kurt had yet to see him not smile. Sebastian wasn't the slightest bit intimidated by them and gave his fellow Warblers a daring glare.

"What? It's a free world and he isn't tied to Blaine. So there's no harm if I have a little chat with him." He now turned to Kurt. "I do like to get to know you a bit better. What do you say sweetheart? Wanna go and mingle a bit."

Kurt huffed furiously. He'd never been approached this disrespectfully and this guy didn't seem to regret it one bit. He was one step away from giving this guy a good smack across the face. But somebody tapped him on the shoulder and prevented him from doing so.

"Harassment policy, remember?" Trent, who'd come closer, whispered in his ear and realized that if he'd slap Sebastian on Dalton ground, he could get in serious problems and Blaine probably as well. So he acted as the better man and stood up, giving Sebastian a cold glare before turning his back on him.

"Hey, hold up sweety. You can't get rid of me that fast." Sebastian had barely spoken and spun him back around, when out of nowhere, a body materialized between them. Nobody had really seen where he'd come from, but Blaine was now standing in front of Kurt and tucked him protectively behind his back.

"Stay the hell away from him," he snarled furiously at Sebastian. The low, angry tone in his voice sent shivers through Kurt's body and it kind of scared him. He'd seen Blaine angry before, when they were talking about his pre-Dalton past. Blaine simply couldn't not get mad when talking about his bullies; Kurt couldn't either. But this was unlike any way Kurt had ever seen him. Kurt had no clue who Sebastian Smythe was, but whatever he had done sure as hell pissed Blaine off.

Sebastian no longer had that cocky smirk on him. At the sight of Blaine, his eyes transmitted an icy glare and his entire body turned into attacking mode. The other boys knew a lot more about the relationship between these boys, because Wes and David instantly move to Blaine's side, while Nick and Jeff moved to Sebastian's. Kurt expected it was more to protect Blaine from getting hit by Sebastian, rather than the other way around.

"You can't tell me what to do, Berry-Anderson. He's not your property," Sebastian hissed viciously.

"No, but he's one of my best friends, and I will do everything in my power to keep him out of the hands of dirty bastards like you."

Despite the state of angst he was in, Kurt's heart swelled a bit because of Blaine calling him one of his best friends.

"Try to stop me," Sebastian spat back and Blaine lunged forward. The others were very alert and managed to hold Blaine back before his fist could connect with Sebastian's cheek. They knew it would lead to his expulsion, so Wes and David practically dragged Blaine out of the junior commons. Kurt stood frozen in his spot as he watched how his friend turned into a completely different person. This was far from the Blaine he's gotten to know.

Suddenly a hand grabbed him gently by the arm. "Come on," Trent said softly as he pulled him along. "Blaine needs you before he breaks down."

Kurt didn't quite understand what he meant but followed anyway. As they left, he could see from the corner of his eye how Nick and Jeff pushed Sebastian out of another entrance and started shouting at him. Sebastian flipped them off and disappeared into a corridor.

"What a jerk," Kurt unconsciously muttered.

"He is one," Trent laughed. "A big one too. Hardly anyone can actually stand him, but he's a decent singer and a very good dancer; so we can't reject him from the Warblers."

They'd reached the hallway were Blaine, Wes and Nick were seated on a settee – Blaine absolutely fuming.

"Go on," Trent gave Kurt a light push forwards, urging him to talk to Blaine. Kurt hesitated for a moment and shuffled closer, before kneeling in front of his friend. "Blaine?"

Blaine heard his name; he was completely out of it but he heard his name in the only voice he could care about. The soft whisper was really close and came simultaneously with the hand that was placed on his knee. He looked up from the piece of floor that had his attention while Wes and David tried to reason with him. That gentle smile and the caring tone in those blue eyes he saw flipped a switch in his mind. There was just something about Kurt that drained all the anger from him. It was like being lost in a dark place and a bright light suddenly appearing to guide you out to safety.

"Blaine? Are you okay? Talk to me please?" He couldn't get words to pass his lips; still he nodded which seemed good enough for Kurt. A glass of water was passed on till it ended up with Kurt, who offered it to Blaine. He took a few big sips and put the half full glass next to him on the couch.

"I'm fine," Blaine croaked in a whisper. "I...ehm...yeah, I'm fine."

David stood up from the couch and motioned for Kurt to take his place. Kurt did and Blaine leaned towards him right away, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I usually don't get so angry, but that asshole just get's to me every time."

"I don't judge you, you know that," Kurt whispered with a sad smile and laid and arm across his friend. The Warblers surrounding them watched the two boys slowly slipping into a place of their own; a place where anyone but the two of them was too much. So by exchanging looks, it was decided to leave them alone for now.

"Why don't you two go do something? Get coffee in the cafeteria. Some fresh air will do you good, Blaine," Jeff said to Blaine, while patting him on the shoulder.

Kurt nodded approvingly. "That would be nice. Want to go?"

Blaine thought it over and decided that having coffee with Kurt for the second time today was not bad at all. Besides, he knew for a fact that Sebastian had fencing training in half an hour and would be leaving for it pretty soon. He and Kurt could walk around with him exploding again.

"Okay, let's go," he said, standing up and tugging Kurt on his feet. They greeted the other boys and Kurt promised to drop by before leaving.

When they were out of sight and hearing range, Nick groaned and facepalmed himself a few times.

"How are they not dating? Are they the only ones who don't see how they are looking at each other? Blaine constantly complains about how Kurt only sees them as just friends but Kurt practically melts every time Blaine pays the littlest bit of attention to him."

"I agree with crazy pants over here," Jeff smiled. "Blaine's a big pile of obliviousness. Kurt's as well."

"Don't say anything to them though," Trent warned them again. "They need to figure things out on their own terms and pace."

The other Warblers muttered protests, but Trent wouldn't have any it. He ushered them back into the common room - silently laughing because of the dropping faces of his friends.

-oOo-

"Are you sure you're okay?" Kurt asked Blaine as they sat down in the cafeteria; both of them carried a cup of mocha in their hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It always takes a while for me to calm down after that bastard gets me angry. I hate it that he still gets to me so much as he does. I actually think he does these things on purpose, because he knows how angry I get. If it weren't for my friends, I'd be expelled a long time ago."

Blaine bitterly took a sip from his drink. The liquid in the cup was hotter than he expected it to be though and it burnt his tongue a bit. He slammed the coffee cup down too fast and clumsy and ended up throwing the cup over. The hot content spilled rapidly over the table. He only just managed to jump up in time before the liquid could drip on his uniform.

He swore a whole lot more, making Kurt look up surprised. Who knew prep boy Blaine had such a sailor mouth. But it was so clear that Blaine's head was still messed up from the fight with Sebastian.

Several people were looking now how Blaine furiously tried to clean up the table; some shocked about the language coming out of the mouth of one of Dalton's politest students.

Unlike Blaine, Kurt noticed all the attention he was attracting and decided it was better for Blaine if he went somewhere quieter. He took a few tissues out of Blaine's hand and helped him clean the table, before grabbing Blaine and his own coffee. They were right outside of the cafeteria when he pulled his friend into a tight, soothing hug. Blaine welcomed it and buried his face in the crook of Kurt's neck while breathing heavily.

"Let's take a walk. We can share my coffee, if you like."

Blaine only nodded and took a sip from the cup Kurt held out to him.

"So, are you going to tell me why Sebastian makes you mad?" Kurt asked as they sauntered through the halls of Dalton's main building. They weren't exactly holding hands, but some of their fingers were hooked around each other and they were continuously passing the coffee between their free hands.

"Bad history," Blaine answered in a low grunt. "He hurt me bad and never apologized. Never showed an ounce of regrets. And he loves to rub his lack of regrets in my face whenever he can."

"But what did he do?"

"Ask Rachel."

"But-"

"Please Kurt," Blaine begged, giving the taller boy a pleading look. "I can't talk about him without snapping. When I told it all to Rachel, I broke a music box she got on our fifth birthday, out of anger. I'd rather not break anything in here. But you should ask Rachel. She knows everything. Tell her I said it's okay by me."

"I definitely will," Kurt hummed in agreement. He was very curious and thus a bit disappointed Blaine wouldn't tell him now, but he respected and liked Blaine way too much to press the matter further. Besides, Blaine seemed to be very thankful for it, and that was more important to him.

"So, what did you think about my friends now that you've got to meet them in real life?" Blaine asked in attempt to smoothly shift from topic. It worked, because a spark of joy lit up in Kurt's eyes.

"They're lovely. I thought so before, but meeting them reaffirmed it. Really, they're so different from the boys in my Glee club. In a good way. I like them a lot and I get completely why you're friends with them. I'd want them to be my friends too if I went here. You're lucky."

"I like to think that too," Blaine smiled; because he was. He had the best friends in the world.

"Only Nick was a tad bit weird, though."

"What about Nick?

"I don't know. He said some stuff about us and some ship. And that ship having a cannon or being a cannon. It didn't make much sense."

Blaine blushed furiously. "That's normal with Nick. We try to ignore it really." He made a mental note to yell at Nick for saying those things to Kurt; he knew Kurt was just a friend.

It was forgotten right away, and the two chatted away like they did every day. The rain of compliments Kurt had for Blaine's friends didn't seem to stop, but it abruptly did.

"I'd wish you'd introduced me to Trent earlier. He knows his designers. It was so fulfilling to talk to someone who really does and-"

Kurt's voice stuck into nothing, making Blaine look up to him in surprise. "Kurt, what's wrong?"

But Kurt didn't hear him, as his eyes were following a very handsome guy, who walked past them and smiled charmingly at Kurt the entire time.

"Oh my god," Kurt breathed, turning red; his mouth was wide of astonishment. "Did you see that?"

"What?"

"That guy was totally checking me out. Like really checking me out; not the crap Sebastian pulled. That never happened to me before. It happened to pretty much all of my friends but never me. And now it has! And such a cute guy too! Oh my God!"

A big pang of jealousy shot through Blaine when Kurt looked back at guy who, Blaine knew, was a senior. He was jealous because Kurt had never reacted like that about him, and he wanted Kurt to so bad. With a deep grunt, he followed Kurt's adoring glance and found the guy staring back at them, smiling flirtatiously and waving at Kurt in a coyly matter. In an impulsive moment, he full on grabbed Kurt's hand and tugged the taller boy after him.

"Whoa Blaine, not so fast," Kurt panted. Blaine practically dragged him to the corridors and he had to run to keep up. They finally came to a halt before and empty classroom. Well, it was a room but the piano in the room reminded Kurt of the choir room at McKinley.

"This is where the Warblers always come together; either to practise or for meetings," Blaine confirmed. "Since we're an a cappella choir, we don't need a lot of instruments. Even the piano's more for the show."

"That's nice. But what is up with you, Blaine? I'm really worried about you right now."

Their eyes locked. Kurt's made Blaine feel guilty, because he really saw the worry, and Blaine's made Kurt sombre, because Blaine was clearly broken.

"I don't know. I really don't know," Blaine admitted, dropping his head and letting out a sob. "When Sebastian messes with my head, he does it good."

So this is what Trent meant with Blaine breaking down, Kurt thought. Blaine always looked so confident and composed to him; it was a bit shocking to see him so vulnerable in a situation in which they weren't talking about his past.

"C'mere." He motioned for Blaine to come closer and place his hands on each side of Blaine's face. With gentle strokes he wiped away the few tears rolling down Blaine's cheeks and kissed the shorter boy softly on his forehead. He couldn't help but savour the way Blaine leaned into his touch.

"You said the other day that classic music calms you down, right?"

"Yes why?"

Kurt led Blaine to the grand piano in the room and sat him down on the bench; Kurt scooted beside him. He trailed his fingers over the keys a few times before he finally started to play a song, which sounded very familiar to Blaine but he couldn't remember the title.

He stared admiringly at Kurt's fingers. He simply loved the way they graciously danced over the keys. Kurt's remedy worked though, because the soothing music slowly edged him towards serenity. It was exactly what he needed.

"Thank you so much. That was wonderful," he praised when Kurt finished the song. Kurt dramatically bowed and pretended to receive roses. He didn't need to fake getting a loud applause, because that he got from Blaine, who was very amused by his act.

"What's the name of that song? I've heard it before, but forgot what it's called."

"Comptine d'une autre été: L ápres midi by Yann Tiersen. A personal favourite. It's from the movie Amelié Poulain. Also a personal favourite."

A giggle escaped from Blaine's mouth and it made Kurt look up to him in surprise. Who knew Blaine could make such a noise.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Blaine, what's up?"

"Nothing! Really! It's just..."

"Yes?" Kurt whined impatiently.

"I like it when you speak French. You sound so genteel."

Kurt stared at his friend completely shocked and baffled.

"Merci beaucoup," he managed to mutter, not taking his eyes of Blaine.

"De rien," Blaine answered with a slight smirk. Kurt nudged him with his elbow and they broke out in laughter.

"I meant what I said to Sebastian. You are one of my best friends. I care about you so much and I won't let anybody hurt you. Especially not guys like him."

Kurt didn't know how to feel about this statement. He was happy of course; he also saw Blaine as one of his best friends. Over the pretty short period of time since they'd met, they had found a unique connection between them. Their friendship was unlike the ones he had with Rachel, Mercedes and Tina, but not any less; more special even. But it was a blow nonetheless that Blaine still saw him as nothing more than that.

Blaine clasping his hand over his own, which was resting on his lap, made him aware of their environment again, so he composed himself and offered Blaine a forced but well-meant smiled.

"I know you won't because you always make me feel safe."

That reply triggered the brightest smile ever to appear on Blaine's face. He leaned over and placed the sweetest kiss on Kurt's cheek. Kurt felt tingly all over.

"Do you always kiss your best friends?"

"Only the ones who go out of their way to make sure I feel better. David gets kisses all the time."

Kurt burst out into loud laughter, throwing his head back with closed eyes in the process. To Blaine, Kurt had never looked more beautiful as when he laughed. Not to mention that his laugh was one of the cutest things he'd ever heard.

He took the opportunity to cast Kurt a very smitten look and pulled a straight face right when Kurt's laughter faded, only to exchanges smiles with him right after.

"Will you play something else for me, please?"

"Only if you play something for me too. Rachel said you're quite good with pianos."

"Deal." Blaine gave Kurt's hand a little squeeze.

Kurt played him another one of his favourites – a piano cover of Adele's Someone Like You. Blaine then played him a cover of Beyonce's Halo and a favourite of his own, Canon In D by Pachelbel; a song Kurt instantly fell in love with.

"Can you teach me how to play it sometimes?" Kurt asked as soon as Blaine finished the final note.

"I'd love to," Blaine answered and scooted closer. This made them both smile nervously, but it didn't stop Blaine from wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist and laying his head on his shoulder. His nervous smile turned into a content one once he felt Kurt leaning his head against his own.

"Can you stay a bit longer? I don't want you to go yet."

Kurt's heart fluttered at the request. Of course he wanted to.

"Need protection from evil Sebastian?" he joked.

"No," Blaine chuckled. "He needs protection from me. His face still has a pending date with my fist."

"None of that today, mister. And from now on Sebastian is taboo. You get upset when you talk about him and I don't like that."

"I like the taboo part."

"And I'd love to stay longer."

They smiled rather lovingly at each other and proceeded with a casual conversation. On their laps, their hands were entwining.


I have a post with all the songs so you can listen for yourself how they should sound. You can find them under music: amaerey()tumblr()com/lovestruck