This was done yesterday, but I went out at night and did some college student Saturday night activities and was in no fit state to proof read a fortune cookie...sooooo...here it is now. Song in this chapter is "Philosophy" by Ben Folds Five. http:/www(.)youtube(.)com/watch?v=xJhx6bizOCA

The rest of the week passed by in much the same way. Kurt would rise early to help Blaine in the kitchen, eat breakfast with the whole teaching staff, and then they would part ways to teach the kids. He tried not to think too much on his conversation with Zippy, but instead concentrated on taking her advice to get to know Blaine better and not to rush anything.

The younger elementary school kids seemed to be taking to him well and his private lessons with the older students were generally fine barring unavoidable middle school angst. As someone who was no stranger to angst in his own middle school and high school years, Kurt felt he handled it quite well.

"This piece is stupid," Tabitha, one of Kurt's piano students, huffed, abandoning her attempt at the Mozart piece Blaine had been trying to teach her before Kurt took over, "It was written like a billion years ago."

Kurt schooled his expression into one he hoped was understanding at the cliched teenage complaint. Tabitha was good, perhaps the best of his three piano students, but she lacked focus. "I know it's hard, but these are classics for a reason and you were doing well," Kurt complimented attempting to lighten the mood a bit.

It didn't seem to work because instead of going back to the piece Tabitha just folded her arms and deepened her scowl. Kurt couldn't help, but be impressed. Her bitch glare rivaled even his. "You just don't get it," she implored, unhelpfully.

Kurt thought back to all the times he had been forced to sing Journey when he was in high school. Of course, "Don't Stop Believin'" is a far cry from "Piano Concerto No. 21", but judging by Tabitha's face it was as good as. "Actually," Kurt began, taking a leap, "I know exactly how you feel." She didn't unfold her arms, but she quirked up one of her eyebrows and Kurt took that as a sign to proceed, "When I was in high school, I got sent to the principles office for yelling at my Glee teacher. He wouldn't let me do a Brittney Spears song for a pep rally." Kurt didn't mention that the outburst was more due to stress from his daily bullying, but it seemed to do the trick anyway because Tabitha's body had relaxed and she was now laughing.

"Brittney Spears? Really?" she quipped, her smile not fading.

"She was very popular back then!" Kurt defended while leaning over to pull some more sheet music out of his bag. "Look, I don't have anything too terribly modern, but I don't want to bore you either. Why don't we try something more like this." Kurt placed a book in front of her so Ben Folds Five's "Philosophy" took the place of the classical piece. Tabitha was still slightly skeptical, but she took to the pice quite well and he even got another smile out of her when he started singing the words over her playing.

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Kurt was rewarding himself for his first week by vegging by the fire and listening to music with his eyes closed so he didn't notice Blaine until he felt a dip beside him on the couch.

"Am I hearing things or did you teach one of your students Ben Folds?" Blaine asked when Kurt took his ear buds out.

"Tabitha was sassing me about the Mozart you gave her," Kurt teased. "I thought she might like that better. I was right."

Blaine pretended to look affronted, but then bowed his head graciously, "Hey, far be it from me to insult any method that get's her to practice of her own volition. She got by in my lessons off of natural talent, but if she practices regularly she could be a real wizard on the keys," Blaine said wiggling his fingers in an exaggerated piano playing motion.

Kurt nodded in agreement, "so did you interrupt my quiet time just to give me a chance to mock your teaching technique," Kurt asked, voice laced with mirth, "or did you have something else you wanted to talk about?"

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Ah that Hummel charm rears it's cute little head once again, but yes I wanted to iron out our plans for the weekend," Kurt nodded for him to continue. "So the place called me earlier and told me that the artist accommodations are in a camp ground not far from the site of the fair. Looks like you'll be having your first camping trip sooner than you thought."

"Oh God, my Dad going to have a field with this one."

"What do you mean? I thought you said your Dad was warming up to the idea of you being here," Blaine questioned slight panic in his voice.

"No, no Blaine, he is," Kurt said reassuringly, "It's just that he'll be surprised I'm willingly sleeping outside is all."

Blaine looked a little confused and waved his hand in the general direction of Earth Shag, "You practically sleep outside every night."

"Yeah, I do now," Kurt retorted, suddenly struck with just how little he and Blaine actually new each other, "and I've certainly mellowed since the last time I was living under my parent's roof, but in high school my idea of spending time with the great outdoors was sitting pool side under an umbrella."

"So you were one of those gays," Blaine deadpanned, before breaking out into a grin, "It's okay I'll make a happy camper out of you yet."

"Don't make fun! You have no room to talk, pre school" Kurt squeaked poking Blaine in the side. "And anyway, I'm here now, aren't I?"

Blaine's face got serious for a moment and he smiled warmly, looking Kurt directly in the eye, "You're here now," Blaine's eye's lingered for a moment, but he finally continued, "So I packed the tent and everything and I put all of my pottery in the back of the truck. All you need is a change of clothes and any toiletries you think you might need. I was thinking we could leave at around seven tomorrow. We can get breakfast on the road?"

Kurt nodded agreeably and grinned slyly back up at Blaine, "Can we get coffee too?"

"I think that can be arranged. I'll be glad to have a co conspirator on the caffeine front."