What! A chapter that's not in Rachel or Jesse POV? Madness!
Anyways this is part two of Chapter Six and focuses on Klaine and the group.
BECAUSE THE NEXT TWO TO THREE CHAPTER IS PURE ST BERRY!
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Kurt POV
We began to get up, lifting trays and muttered amongst ourselves as the rest of the canteen followed suit, all eager to be at their first lesson early. I hummed to myself as I dumped my tray with Mercedes and began out the room with the rest of the dorm. Most of them were dawdling, most probably scared of Shelby after the wakeup call from hell this morning and her lecture afterwards. Most of the girls had fallen behind on getting ready and ended up looking pretty drab and uncreative in their outfit choices and hair styles. Rachel wore a white plain V neck T-shirt with black flare jeans and a pearl pink crop cardigan, her hair pulled into a messy French plait as she chatted animatedly with Jesse and Puck, who seemed growingly attached to the small girl.
Quinn was wearing a simple blue knee high dress and matching bolero, her hair poker straight but held back by a teal green Alice band that she fiddled with as she discussed the upcoming day with Sam, a tall, surfer boy with obviously dyed blonde locks. It was plain as the nose on my face that he had eyes for the blonde; he might as well wear a sandwich board declaring his crush. Quinn giggled at something Santana said. The Latina herself was wearing black skinny jeans and an extremely tight, blindingly white I love NY T-shirt that showed off her, er, assets. Brittany who was wearing similar pants but a white blouse and black waistcoat, similar to the one the black haired boy had been wearing.
I sighed, thinking of him. No matter what anyone said, claimed or shouted in my ear, I knew that the mystery boy had been staring at me whilst I belted Madonna with Mercedes, who I had decided would be a great friend. I'd made it no secret that I was gay, after all this was New York, not my boring, tiny Virginia hometown that nobody had heard of, I would reply to these comments with a simple 'be glad'. A cold wind blew as we walked down the path that led to the centre quad of the school and I shivered, a thought suddenly hitting me.
"I forgot my jacket!" I announced, slapping my forehead softly. Mercedes turned to watch me turn to go back towards the canteen.
"Want me to go with you?" She asked, fiddling with her black jacket as she did.
"Nah, go ahead, I don't Shelby to eat you." I smiled softly before jogging back towards the red brick building; she nodded and turned the opposite way, jogging to meet the other ten who were passing the fountain in the middle of the quad as she caught up with them. I arrived at the double doors to the cafertia a couple of minutes later, pushing the large wooden door open and dashing inside, slowing my pace as I looked around the emptying hall. I made my way over to the table we'd been sitting at, seeing my highly expensive Marc Jacobs jacket hanging off the back of my seat. I grabbed it and pulled it on, feeling its warm, comforting softness and exhaling in relief before scurrying towards the exit. I pushed the door open and began strolling back down the path I'd come.
Then it hit me. I had no idea where I was going. I wandered to the fountain where I'd left Mercedes and the rest of the group and looked around me, trying to figure out which way they'd gone. Where was our lesson? I thought to myself That's right! Music Hall 2A, now, where's that? I scratched my head in thought, looking around, not noticing when a certain black haired boy approached me.
"You look lost." I jumped a foot in the air at the statement, swivelling to my right to see him next to me. With one hand over my heart, I inhaled deeply "Did I scare you?" He asked, sounding concerned.
"Just a bit, and yes, I am lost." I replied "Do you know where Music Hall 2A is?" I asked.
"Sure, I'll take you there," He shrugged, passing me to walk down one of the paths that came off the circular cemented quad area, motioning for me to follow.
"Don't you have classes?" I asked curiously, scuttling after him.
"Ms. Holiday won't mind." He shrugged "Who are your tutors?" He asked.
"Ms. Corcoran and Mr. Schuester." I told him, he made an expression.
"Ms. Corcoran was my private music teacher last year," He grimaced "Bit fierce, isn't she?"
"You have no idea." I muttered lowly "She woke me and my dorm up at 6 because a couple of us broke curfew last night," I explained when he pulled a confused expression.
"That's nothing. She poured ice cold water on my face to wake me up when I got a C in maths, how she convinced my tutor to do it, I'll never know." He retorted with a chuckle as we entered a large building with cream wallpapered walls and red, plush carpets.
"So keeping my grades up would be a good idea?" I laughed.
"Anything below a B minus and you're in for a wake call to end all wake calls." He agreed as we turned a corner "Shelby makes good on her promises." He added as we strolled down the hall to an open door.
"As promised, Music Hall 2A." He told me as we stood in the doorway; I peered in to see the group sitting around a large, green, circular room, chairs in loose rows facing a grand piano and band setup where Shelby stood reading some papers.
"Thanks...I'm sorry; I never caught your name." I admitted sheepishly.
"Blaine." He told me simply "I didn't catch yours either."
"Kurt." I answered, he extended his hand, I took it and we shook once.
"Nice to meet you, Kurt." He told me.
"You too." I replied.
"Mr. Anderson, thank you for directing Mr. Hummel but if you could return to your class and not keep Ms. Holiday waiting any longer," Shelby ordered without looking up from the piece of paper she had in front of her. Blaine nodded and began to jog back down the hall, leaving me standing in the hallway, looking gormless
"We send him to get his jacket and he comes back to a name to the face." Santana teased as I stepped inside, taking a seat next to Mercedes, blushing furiously as I shrugged out my jacket.
"Anyways, moving swiftly on." Shelby announced, looking up from her papers "Today I want you guys to introduce your voices to each other," She started, everyone exchanged glances.
"So I want you to get into pairs and have a duet by the end of the day." She explained, everyone burst into conversation, discussing possible song choices and partners for the assignment.
"Puck! Call it!" Shelby shouted, everyone turned to see her flipping a coin high in the air before catching it, looking over at the boy who sat leaning back in the chair next to Rachel. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Heads." He muttered.
"Heads, Gentleman's choice of partner," She shrugged her shoulders when the girls moaned.
"How about it, Mercedes?" I asked the girl on my right "Wanna be my duet partner?"
"Sure, we'll kill it!" She announced, giving me a high five. I watched as the partnerships slowly formed, Puck snatched Quinn up; she rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. Sam, with Quinn off the peripheral market, took Brittany, Finn and Santana became the fourth duo and Tina and Mike became the fifth.
"What makes you think I'd duet with you?" I heard Rachel chuckle as she turned around to face Jesse in her chair, he smiled and pulled an expression that shouted arrogance.
"Because you have no other option." He stated simply, Rachel smiled and shook her head. I rolled my eyes at the obvious flirting occurring between the two, I hoped that the pining would be kept to a minimum and they'd just get together fast. I sighed, realizing how hypocritical that thought was, my mind wandering to Blaine.
"Okay guys, I've booked six practise rooms for you guys, feel free to use them, we'll meet again at 2 and see what you've come up with," Shelby finalised the assignment as everyone exchanged glances between pairs that screamed It's on, bitches.
Right,
1. Glee arrives in the UK tomorrow so I'm pretty jazzed.
2. I heard that April and Holly Holiday WILL be returning THIS season of Glee
3. Jon leaves the UK next week so he can film Glee again hopefully
4. Anyone seen the Thriller pics yet? O. M. F. G. is all I can say.
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