Courage Chapter 9, a glee fanfic

Generic Disclaimer: Glee nor Klaine is mine. If you recognize it, it probably isn't mine. Does contain characters from CP Coulter's Dalton in later chapters.

Hand-typing is not fun. At all. This is the longest chaper to date.
Page count: 30.5
Word count: 5,050 (without songs: 4,433)
Time to write:3-4 Days

CHAPTER NINE: DUDE...GIRLS!

Kurt and Jack didn't talk much the next day. Jack was stuck in tutoring after school to get him caught up on things he missed during his absence.

Kurt practiced with the Warblers, not giving it his entire focus. Betty noticed, and asked him about it after rehearsal.

"No, I'm fine, I promise. I'm just feeling a little homesick. Valentine's Day is coming up too, and I've never really liked it." He told her, forcing himself to smile.

"As long as you're sure. I don't want any of my baby Warblers to get sick or overstressed. I'd tell you to take off, but we need all the practice we can get before the spring concert. You remember your solo, right? After the last performance...you can almost be guaranteed a solo at Regionals, perhaps Nationals, depending on this one. Choose wisely, eh?" Betty smiled, gathering papers in her arms along with sheets of music.

"Betty, I was wondering...do you think a duet would be okay? You said that Blaine was doing his own solo, I just thought...maybe we could do a duet instead?"

"Yes, that's fine with me! You'll have to perform it for me first, of course, so I can approve it. Blaine is it okay with you?" Kurt froze, slowly turning to look at the shorter boy by the door. Blaine was grinning from ear to ear, excitement flooding off of him and filling the room.

"Of course, Betty. I would adore dueting with Kurt. We can start practicing tomorrow." Blaine smiled. "I'll see you later, Kurt."

Kurt returned the smile weakly, turning back to Betty. "I actually have a few song ideas, but I'm not sure if they would work with the schedule for the performance. Could you maybe help me with that?"

"Well, we're having a group performance, then Wes and David are singing a duet, then you, then Blaine, then your duet, then another group song. It's not a very big load this time." Betty said, smiling. "I'm also accepting suggestions for our two groups songs, if you're interested in that."

"Maybe after I find a song for myself first. There are just so many options. I'm going to head to the library, okay? Maybe I'll find something soon." Kurt turned, waving goodbye to Betty and heading toward the library.

Kurt was falling asleep when he heard it. At first he shook it off, writing it off as a trick of the mind. When he heard it again, he actually got up and went to the window opening it to only just dodge a flying pebble. He glared at the dark figure standing there, shocked when he saw who it was.

"Blaine? What are you doing down there?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow when he was shushed.

"Just...listen, okay?" Blaine said, and a few other figures (Kurt guessed it was Wes and David, possibly Raj as well) joined him.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am?

Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do
How can I move on when I've been in love with you

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving

Kurt sighed, resting his head on his hand. He leaned against the windowsill, a smile playing peekaboo on his lips.

Policeman says son you can't stay here
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl, oh whoa
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world

Blaine grinned at him, jumping around on the ground below him. Kurt laughed, shaking his head at the craziness of the hobbit. You're insane, he mouthed to them.

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cause you'll know it's just for you

I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we meet
Oh, you see me waiting for you on a corner of the street

So I'm not moving
('Cause if one day you wake up, find that you're missing me)
I'm not moving
(And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be)
I'm not moving
(Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet)
I'm not moving
(Oh, you see me waiting for you on a corner of the street)

Blaine returned to his original position at the head of the group, panting slightly but still smiling widely.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Kurt laughed, smiling down at Blaine from the second story library window. He sighed with happiness, unable to stop smiling. "You're crazy, you know that?"

Blaine smiled, still looking at him. "Yeah. I know." He laughed. "You love it though."

Kurt couldn't stop the smile on his face. "Yeah, I kinda do." He grinned, turning back to the library and listening to Blaine's muffled voice ashe looked over the songs he'd been looking at before Blaine's serenade.

"Kurt!" The boy looked up from the desk, biting his lip. "What was it this time, geometry?" Jack asked sarcastically.

"I was thinking about my duet with Blaine. We were practicing last night. We weren't bad, but I need to work on my dynamics. We did come up with a song, though, so that's done. Blaine was better than me, though, and I'm not entirely sure if I like that. I mean, it's good that he's talented, but I think I'm threatened by him a little. But, there's really no pint; the songs plays to my advatages not his." Kurt said, watching Raj chase Dwight around the classroom, attempting to take a net from him. Kurt didn't think that was going to end well, since Dwight was running around screaming abuot demonic energies being too potent for him to stop his hunt at the moment.

"So, wanna come over tonight?" Jack asked, then grimaced along with Kurt. "You're right, that probably isn't a great idea. How about I come over? We can...study or something."

"I wish. I have to practice though. I have four songs to memorize, not to mention all my homework." Kurt sighed. "Sorry, Jack."

"Don't be. That's the life of a star, isn't it?" Jack smiled at him. "What about tomorrow night? We can study for our Biology test on Thursday." Jack suggested.

"Ugh, I can't. I have practice with Blaine Monday, Wednesday, and Friday until the concert." Kurt sighed again. "That's what perfection costs, I guess. Hey, do you wanna go off-campus for lunch?" He looked up from putting his books in his bag, friwning at Jack's expression.

"How about you just go practice with Blaine? That's all you ever seem to do nowadays. Practice with Blaine, be sang to by Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, say hi to my boyfriend Jack, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine! Do you even want this relationship anymore?" Jack asked harshly. He headed out the door, and the lunch bell jarred Kurt out of his shock. He followed Jack.

"Of course I do! And, what was that supposed to mean, Jack? I'm singing a duet with him, we have to practice if we want to be any good at Regionals! Practicing a duet means two people singing, by the way!" Kurt said, his own voice as harsh as Jack's had been.

"I was there the night he serenaded you, Kurt! That wasn't practice!" Jack hissed.

"I...I didn't see you."

"You never do, not while he's around! All you can see is him, and his stupid hazel eyes, and his stupid gelled hair! You never see me! It's like you don't even remember me!"

"That's not true!" They had stopped walking and coincidentally ended up in that damned hall. Kurt was going to talk to Dwight about purifying it later.

"It is true! It is and you know it! You just can't accept it!" Jack looked down at him, eyes searching for something he couldn't find. "Tell me, Kurt. Do you love me? Don't give me bullshit. Are you in love with me?"

"I don't know." Kurt said diplomatically.

"And him?"

Kurt was silent. He thought about Blaine, about how Blaine made him feel and how he felt without Blaine. It was a good three minutes before he answered. "Yes."

"I knew it." Jack said, turning to go to the lunchroom.

"Jack, please, I just-"

"Don't. Don't talk to me. Not until you can participate in this relationship." Jack said, still walking.

"Jack, I-" The taller stopped, turning toward Kurt.

"Save it for Blaine. He's the one you really want to talk to." Jack turned away, not stopping again.

Kurt had been walking around the grounds for a long while when he saw the girls. Their uniforms were similar to Kurt's, and the insignia was the same. There were about 15 or 16 of them, possibly more. The strangest part was the boy about Kurt's height with fiery red hair watching them from behind a tree. Distracted for the moment he walked over to him, shocked to hear him humming. "What are you doing?"

"Oh! Um...nothing." The boy had freckles and a true Biritsh accent, which intrigued Kurt. "Okay, I'm watching someone from the girl's academy, our sister school."

"Ooh, who?" The pointed out a girl who was reading on the fringes of the group. As they watched, another girl came up and knocked the book out of her hands, laughing as the pudgy girl bent to retrieve it. "Why are you always reading,Kaylee? It's such a boring thing to do." The girl walked away after kicking it into the bushes, smirking as who Kurt assumed was the tacher called Kaylee out for getting her uniform dirty.

"They've been doing that all day." The boy told him. "I'm Miles, by the way. Miles Price. And you're Kurt Hummel. I know allabout you. I have a class with Blaine. He's...talkative, when it comes to you, anyway."

"So why don't you go talk to this girl Kaylee?" He asked, looking back over at the girl. She was pudgy, possibly overweight, but she had a pretty face and long eyelashes behind her rectangular glasses.

"She'd never go for a guy like me, though. She's too...pretty." iles said, pushing his round, wire-framed glasses up his nose. Kurt rolled his eyes and got the book from the bushes. Little Women. Not bad. He pulled Miles from behind the tree, walking over to the group. He smiled at the teacher, an older woman with laugh lines and grayed hair, and introduced himself and Miles.

"I found this book over in the bushes." He said, projecting his voice so all of them could hear. "Is it any of yours, perhaps?" Some of the girls snickered, looking at each other. He raised an eyebrow at them, and they stopped. "So it's not any of yours?"

"It's mine." said a soft voice from the back. Kaylee made her way to the front of the group, being josled by the girl that had kicked the book as she passed. Kurt handed it to
Miles, who was closer to her. He saw the Brit's hand shaking as he gave it to her, returning the soft smile. "Thank you for finding it."

"If you don't mind my asking, how did it get in the bushes?" Kurt asked, glancing around at the other girls.

"I...dropped it." She said, glancing over at the other girl. Kurt wanted to wipe that smile off her face.

"Miles, haven't you rad that before?" Kurt asked, nudging him gently.

"O-Oh, um, yeah. A few months ago. It was pretty good." Miles mumbled, turning red.

"This is my fifth time reading it. I really like it." Kaylee said, smiling faintly.

"Kaylee, was it? Kaylee, I'd like to speak to you and your friends about some things. Would you mind, Miss?" Kurt asked. When the elder woman shook her head no, he smiled at the group. "I see you're from our sister school. I'm curious, what's your goal for this trip?"

"We're to learn about the atmosphere and the way students interact here." said a shorter girl who introduced herself as Miranda.

"How nice! If we did something like that, the guys would end up flirting with yu all. They still might, actually." He said, smiling at the laughter.

"Being our sister school, I expect there are a lot of the same ules and customs. I can see you wear uniforms like we do. I haven't been here very long, though, I transferred from a publc school, William McKinley. I transferred here because of something I didn't really...see in your group. Can anyone guess what that is?"

"Hard classes?"

"Group unity?"

"Fun?" He laughed with the others, but soon sobered.

"No, though all of those are present here at the boys' academy." Kurt looked over at Kaylee, giving her a soft smile. "I transferred to Dalton because I was being harassed at McKinley. Here, there's an enforced no bullying policy. I'll admit, there's drama, but not once have I been bullied since I got here."

"I don't get it." called one girl from the back, who looked strangely like a mixture of Santana and Brittany.

"Here at Dalton Academy for Boys, there isn't any bullying, not even when the teacher isn't looking." He looked at Kaylee's attacker. "I didn't see that with you girls. I witnessed bullying first-hand. I don't pretend to know why it happened, but I can tell you who was involved and what those girls did. I was disappointed that girls would act that way. I've always thought that they'd be better than that, that there was no way that girls would go to that level." All was quiet as girls glanced at one another guiltily, looking back at the skinny blonde that had terrorized Kaylee.

"Why were you bullied at McKinley, Mr. Hummel?" Another blonde asked. Kurt held the bully's gaze, even though it reminded him too much of Karofsky.

"Because of things I can't control." He said simply.

"I'll tell you why. It's because he's gay." She said. "My brother told me all about it. He was a complete fagand he still is."

"What's your name, miss?" Miles asked softly. Kurt didn't need her to answer. He knew instinctively.

"Savanna Karofsky." She said, smirking at Kurt. He wanted to out Karofsky then, he wanted to watch the smirk wipe off her face when she found her brother was as much of a fag as he was. He didn't though.

"How many of you have brothers or sisters?" He asked instead. Almost all of them raised their hand. "How many of you have straightbrothers or sisters?" Kurt watched as two hands went down: one quickly, the other slowly. "Now how many of you would still love your brother or sister if they came out as something other than straight?" Only one hand went down, as Kurt knew it would. The younger Karofsky didn't seem upset by the disgusted looks she got.

"How many of you care that Mr. Hummel is gay?" Miles asked. The only hand up was Savanna's. "You disgust me." He told her, turning to the teacher, who looked apalled. "I suggest you keep a better eye on your students."

"Let's go see the dorms now, shall we?" Miles said, smiling at Kaylee. "I'm the RA, or Resident Advisor, for the Windsor dorm, where Mr. Hummel and most of his friends room at. There are three other dorm buildings: Hanover, Stuart, and Bancroft. Hanover's RA is Raj Shahama, whi also happens to be one of the three council members for our a capella show choir, the Warblers." Miles smiled. "The other two are in Wondsor. That building," he said, pointing to one that was slightly smaller than Windsor, "Is Bancroft. Those rooms are for day students to use in case they can't get back to their houses, or just need a nap. The RA is also a day student, one of our brightest students, Bernard 'Ender' Stilson. We don't know why, but he likes Ender more than Bernard. He's basically a kid genius. We're aproaching Hanover house now. that's where a lot of jocks and sporty types end up. You are allowed to switch dorms, though I don't suggest it. Ronald, stop hitting Zeke with your lacrosse stick, he won fair and square!" The younger boy huffed, but stopped. "You also don't want to get into trouble with an RA, we can make your life a living hell with a click of a mouse. Ah, here's Windsor, where the crazy yet wise dwell." Miles' face darkened. "Excuse me a moment." He jogged to an open window that had papers stuck to every surface of it. Kurt sighed, seeing the alt circle surrounding the building along with the pendants hanging from the door knobs. "Dwight! Come clean this mess up! Windsor is plenty purified, go rid Bancroft of evil spirits!" He called, walking back to them. "Like I said, crazy but wise. Come along. Oh, don't mess up the salt circle, he'll have your heads if you do, not to mention chasing you around with a butterfly net." They all walked a little faster after tha.

"Ah, here's Stuart house. Bunch of addicts living there. At any moment, there'll be five in the kitchens, getting their fix." Miles said, sighing.

"He's talking about coffee, for the record." Kurt said, smiling.

"Whole lot of good, it does 'em. We're still beating them in test scores, sports, not to mention the soloists are all Windosrs." Miles scoffed.

"Careful, Price. We don't want another accident in Windsor, do we?" said an athletic-looking boy. He was dark-skinned, with long black hair, and brown eyes the exact shade of coffee.

"This, girls, is Alexei Nikolai Sterling. He's the RA for Stuart." Miles said.

"The Windsors all call him Rasputin." Kurt whispered. Sterling glared at him for a second before turning his gaze back to Miles.

"That was luck, Sterling, plain and of us know that. Only one of us is able to accept it, though, I see." Miles said, smirking. "Though I can't say the same for Stuart. Perhaps your coffee machines will begin malfunctioning from too much use." Rasputin narrowed his eyes.

"I'll have your status, Price." Miles simply smirked. "Don't touch our coffee."

"Don't threaten us," Miles said, "And I might stay away." Rasputin glared, turning back to the boys outside Stuart. "Stuarts and Windsors don't get along very well."

"I'm sure it was hard for them to tell, Miles." Kurt said, smiling at the girls' laughter.

"Very funny." Miles said, colouring scarlet. He led them away, talking about the history of the houses and asking questions about the girls' academy.

"So, Kaylee, what do you think about Dalton?" Kurt asked, trailing along behind the group with her.

"I like it. The atmosphere here seems nicer than at my school. Well, except Rasputin." She said, smiling.

"He's not nice to anyone, though." Kurt said, returning her smile. "And, what about Miles?"

"M-Miles? I-I..he's um, a good guide, a-and he knows a lot about the school." She smiled, watching the ginger boy talk about the squirrels that lived on campus. "He's really cute, too...a-and his accent is adorable. I really like him."

"You should ask him out."

"W-What? No! I couldn't. He's probably taken anyway, and...I'm not someone guys like."

"Do you board, Kaylee?" She nodded, and Kurt smiled. "I want you to meet someone, my very best friend. Can you hitch a ride to camous on Friday?"

"I can try. Here, this is my number. Put yours in my phone so that I can call you if I can't get a ride." Kurt did, watching her curiously.

"You barely know me, Kaylee, yet you're willing to come to campus simply because I asked you to?" She smiled, shrugging.

"I trust you, Kurt." she blushed lightly. "Plus it's another chance to see Miles."

"How tragic. Being used for my RA." Kurt shook his head. "How terrible." Kaylee laughed, and he smiled. "Here. This is Miles' number. I might've stolen his phone while he was talking and got it for you."

"You, Mr. Hummel, are a conniving little weasel." Kaylee said, boarding the bus that would take her to Dalton Academy for Girls.

Kurt took a deep breath. He was in the cafeteria, sitting with Wes and Miles on one side near the wall. Blaine, who was sitting on the complete opposite side of the cafeteria, gave him an encouraging smile. Kurt returned it weakly, looking over at where Betty sat with Peter, her new assistant.

"Hey. It'll be fine." Wes said, smiling at him. "You'll do great."

"I hope so. If not, we'll have to find another song." Kurt mumbled. Across the room. David took his plates up to the sinks. "That's your cue." Wes smiled and stood, along with a few other Warblers. They began to hum, joined by a few others to make the melody of the song. Kurt took a eep breath before standing and began singing.

I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
You've built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.

Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

Kurt smiled at Blaine, who had sang the second verse. Kurt moved slowly to the middle of the room at the large circular student council table.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They're swept away and nothing is what it seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams.
Blaine was moving toward him now, getting ever closer to him.

Kurt moved away just as Blaine reached for his hand, twirling away toward where Betty and Peter sat.

And there are voices
that want to be heard.
So much to mention
but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic,
the beauty that's been
when love was wilder than the wind.

Blaine smiled at him, moving away. The shorter boy winked, singing again.

Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

They were getting nearer to each other's empty seats, and Kurt's counter-tenor voice joined Blaines baritone voice.

Kurt, Blaine, and the rest of the Warblers sat, starting up mindless chatter. Kurt blushed at the applause the students gave him, sending a quick glance to Blaine, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"You were great, you guys." Kurt told the Warblers around him. "This would never have been possible without you. At all. You were wonderful."

"Yeah, you guys stole the show though. You were great, Kurt, really." David said, grinning wildly. Kurt thanked him, and all the others that were coming over to praise them. Betty was among them, glowing, with Peter at her heels.

Kurt noticed that Jack had gone to talk to Blaine, and hadn't even glanced at him. Kurt was bitter, with good reason to be. Jack had accused him of doing more than practice with Blaine, which was completely ridiculous. iis imagination did run away with him sometimes, true, but he never actuallydid anything! It was terrible! And completely absurd to top it all off. As a matter of fact, Kurt had never even suggested-

"Stop thining about it." Whispered a voice in his ear. He turned, smiling as he saw Blaine there. "It'll blow over soon enough. Trust me."

"I do, but I think that's the problem." Blaine looked comfused at Kurt's words, making it clear Jack hadn't explained the argument to anyone. "Jack seems to think that I am doing more than simply dueting with you."

"That's ridiculous." Blaine said. Kurt nodded in agreement. "Honestly, it's not like I'm molesting you. You've wanted everything I've done."

"Blaine! You haven't done anything!" Kurt said, blushing bright red. "you're gonna make people think things that aren't true!"

"Yes, but it's fun." Blaine said, slipping into the seat next to Kurt. "I love the looks on people's faces. It gives them something to talk about. We're gossip-starved, after all. Why not have fun with it?"

"Blaine. Jack's still mad at me. I don't want him thinking anything is going on."

"Oh, it'll all be rumours. You can tell as much, too. These boys are so bored around here, though. It's the least we can do to give them a little gossip." Blaine had leaned closer to Kurt as he spoke, now only about an inch or two away. He was whispering in Kurt's ear now, making sure no one could hear.

"Blaine...that's not fair." Kurt whispered, biting his lip. He thought for a minute, and remembered how Jack had accused him of cheating. "Fine. Come with me. We can practice for our duet." Kurt smiled at the schocked look on Blaine's face. The elder boy obviously hadn't expected him to say yes. Kurt took Blaine's hand, weaving through the tables to the main hallway. they walked out of the building, heading back to Windsor dorm. Kurt shivered at the nip in the air.

"Here." Blaine shrugged off his coat, draping over the taller boy's shoulders before he could protest. "Relax, Kurt. We can go back to my room and have a nice cup of hot cocoa. You'll warm up in a minute."

Kurt snuggled into Blaine's coat, enjoying the warmth it held from the other's body. Kurt liked this coat, it felt...cozy. Plus it was fashionable. His liking definitely wasn't because it smelled like the cinnamon of Blaine's aftershave, and the minty toothpaste and the colgne Blaine only wore to Warbler concerts that Kurt loved so much. That wasn't why he liked it at all.

"Are you sniffing my coat?" Kurt looked up, blushing slightly. "You were. You were sniffingmy coat."

"I was not. I was merely protecting my face from the wind. My lips get chapped, you know." Kurt said, nodding as if it were the truth.

"Oh? Well, I think I have Chapstick in one of those pockets." Blaine said. He slid his hand into one of the pockets, brushing Kurt's hand as he pulled Chapstick out and handed it to Kurt.

"Thank you." He said, smiling softly. "Though, that is extremely unhealthy, sharing germs."
"I haven't used it yet. I got it a few days ago."

"Oh." Kurt said, blushing slightly. He opened the small tube and slid the moist go across his lips, smiling slightly at the feel.

"I still say you were smelling my coat." Blaine said, laughing. Kurt blushed, nidging him gently. "Alright, alright, I'll stop."

"Thank you." Kurt smiled, and suppressed the urge to hole Blaine's hand. He has Mark, remember? He doesn't need you. "Stop it." He whispered.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, and Kurt looked up to see a frown on his face. "Kurt, are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine." Kurt forced a smile, patting his shoulder gently. "Promise, I'm fine."

"Good. I was worried."

"No reason to be." Kurt smiled. "Oh, Blaine, are you going home this weekend?" The bariton let out a dry laugh, and Kurt felt himself smile at the sound.

"No, I hardly ever go home. It's...not a great place for me." Blaine looked lost in memory. "Not great at all."

"Is it your parents?" Kurt asked softly. Blaine let out another dry laugh.

"No, no. My parents are dead. Well," He added, "Dad's dead. Mom's in jail for killing him. I love with my grandma, Dad's mom. She's nice enough, but it's just not the same." They were both silent for a minute. "She did it because of me. I had come out to them. I wasn't very old, but I was old enough to know I liked boys instead of girls. Dad was fine with it, so Mom assumed it came from his side. So she went irate and killed him. she was coming after me when the neighbours arrived."

"Oh, Blaine." Kurt said, hugging the shorter boy. Kurt wanted to hug away everything that had hurt Blaine, everything that he'd ever been through, all of his scars, everything.

But Kurt knew he couldn't do that, and he settled for hugging away the sadness for the moment.

"I try not to think about it. That's why I don't go home very often. I'm pretty much always here."

"Mercedes is coming up this weekend, that's why I wanted to know. I'm trying to instill self-confidence in a girl from the girls' academy. I feel like Mercedes can help. I was wondering if you wanted to come with us."

"It'll be a wonderful vacation. Where are we going, have you decided?"

"Just the mall, generic things like that. We're really just hanging out. Kaylee needs some slef-confidence if she's going out to ask Miles out."

"Wait, Kaylee? What's her last name?"

"Uh...she didn't say. Hold on." Kurt pulled his phone out, scrolling through the contacts until he found her. "Kaylee...Petersit?"

"It's Pewterschmidt, Kurt, and you're setting Miles up wish Wes's sister."

"What?"

Music in this chapter:
Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script
Listen To Your Heart - DHT

I am aware that there is a Roxette version of Listen to your Heart, that's not the one I put in, I put in the DHT version, which is significantly slower based on my research.