A/N: You ask me for more, and I reply! I'm really glad you guys like my little story! Here's more of Kurt at Dalton, including Niff fluff, Kurt being Kurt, and a fun teacher! I've always believed that the teachers at Dalton must be really fun...

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything you may recognize...

Chapter 11—Dinner at Dalton

Nick, Jeff, and David kept up a steady stream of light conversation as we walked to the cafeteria. I could feel Kurt tensing occasionally, then relaxing, then tensing again. I could only guess how bad eating lunch at McKInley must be for him, but I was determined to let Kurt see how good Dalton was, and how nice the kids were here. Okay, so I did hope Kurt would transfer, and I would love it if he went here, and would do anything to throw Dalton in a good light, but I knew it would never happen. Nevertheless, I was proud of my school, and jumped at the chance to show it off.

"Here we are." Nick said, gesturing into the large room. Cautiously, as if he expected something to be thrown at him (I remembered the slushy), Kurt entered our cafeteria. Following after him, I was accosted by the aromas of delicious, hot meals. Kurt seemed surprised at this, taking a deep breath, and exhaling slowly.

"Good?" I asked.

Kurt smiled at me, still a little nervous. "Good." he told me.

"So, what do you wanna eat?" Jeff chirped.

"There are choices?" Kurt asked.

Nick laughed. "Of course there are! Go look, see what you want!"

With a last look towards me, Kurt walked towards the food, checking out all of his options.

"Ah, I remember public school." Nick sighed.

"Me too." I said.

We looked at each other, then at Kurt.

"He has it bad." Nick said, having seen all the signs.

I nodded. "It sucks. How could people pick on someone as amazing as Kurt? It isn't fair." I complained.

"You're preaching to the choir." Nick told me.

Kurt came bounding up to my side, eyes bright and wide. "There are so many options! And they all look good!" he enthused.

Catching onto his enthusiasm, I nodded, smiled brightly, and skipped back to the food with him. I ignored my friends behind me, who I just knew were talking about me and Kurt. "So, what do you think you're gonna get?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "I don't know. Wait, am I even allowed to be here?" he asked suddenly.

I thought about it. "Well, there's technically no rule against it. You're not supposed to sleep over, but we can hide you when a teacher comes around at curfew. That's easy enough—boys usually hide their girlfriends."

Kurt nodded, and looked into the small sea of blazers. "Where are the Warblers?" he asked.

I looked to our normal table, and saw that Rob, John, and a few other Warblers were sitting there. "Over there." I pointed to it.

Kurt followed my finger, and saw the table, seeming to recognize some of them. "I see them." he said, and helped himself to some italian pasta, and a small bowl of salad.

"Aren't you gonna eat more than that?" David asked, incredulous, coming up behind us.

"Why would I?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Because you're a growing teenage boy." David recited.

Kurt shrugged. "I know, but if I eat too much, it'll go straight to my hips."

Nick looked at his as if he was crazy. "What are you talking about? A little food never hurt anybody."

"Yeah," Jeff chimed in, "and you have nothing to worry about—you're really hot."

Kurt didn't seem to know what to say to this, and so stood there as Nick pouted.

"What is it, honey?" Jeff asked Nick.

"You just called another gay guy hot." I reminded him.

"Oh, hon, you know you're the only one for me." Jeff told Nick. "You're the hottest guy on the planet." he went on, and nipped at Nick's earlobe.

"Once again with the PDA." Wes cut in before they could start fully-making out.

"I forgive you." Nick said to Jeff.

Jeff smiled. "Good, because otherwise I would have had to do something about that lip of yours." he said, winking at his boyfriend, who had to remember to breath for a minute.

"You do realize we can hear you guys?" Wes asked.

Nick and Jeff turned to look at him. "Aww, Wessie, you're just jealous you don't have a boyfriend at Dalton."

"I'm straight, remember?" Wes said irritably.

"Guys, let it go." I broke in before they started to bicker.

"Let's pick out our dinners." David said, and his tone seemed to be very resigned and sad.

Kurt, noticing this, leaned into me to whisper in my ear, "You were right, they are in love with each other."

I nodded. "I told you so." I said out loud.

"About what?" Wes asked.

"N-nothing!" Kurt stuttered.

By this point, we had all taken what we wanted to eat, and were heading to the register. Kurt set his tray down, and started to fish out his wallet. "Uh-uh." I told him.

"No, you payed for dinner with Merci." Kurt protested.

"My school, I pay." I argued back.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Stubborn." he muttered.

"I am not!" I cried.

"You kind of are." David pointed out.

I turned to mock-glare at him. "You're supposed to be my friend and take my side!" I whined.

"Since when?" David asked, feigning stupidity.

I merely rolled my eyes and gave up on him. "Come on, Kurt." I led him over to the Warbler's table.

"Hey, you're Kurt." Rob recognized Kurt.

"Yeah. You are...?" Kurt trailed off, looking at Rob expectantly.

"Oh, I'm Rob. You have an amazing voice, by the way." he complimented Kurt.

Kurt blushed as once again, my stomach twinged. I guess I was very possessive of Kurt, and didn't like sharing him? How selfish was that?

"Thank you...umm, how do you know that?" he asked.

Rob looked at me. "Blaine, Wes, and David showed us some videos of you a couple of days ago." he explained. Kurt looked at me accusingly.

"Hey, it was not my idea!" I defended myself.

"It was ours." Wes said, plopping down on Kurt's other side.

"Yeah, don't blame Blaine—he tried to prevent us." David added.

"It's okay." Kurt said. "I'm just surprised, that's all."

"Hey guys, guess who's here—Kurt Hummel!" Rob called down the table to the other Warblers here. After a second of shock, they scrambled up to meet Kurt.

The rest of dinner passed in a blur. Kurt seemed to get along just fine with the rest of the Warblers, and they seemed to really like him (now he wasn't being a bitch or almost in tears). We all got along perfectly well, joking about music, current events, and stories about friends.

Once dinner was over, Kurt said goodbye to the rest of the guys, promising to come visit them again sometime, and we headed back to Wes and David's dorm.

"Fun?" I inquired.

Kurt nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! They're all so nice!"

"Most of them are." I agreed.

"I wish everybody was that nice and music-loving at McKinley." Kurt sighed.

Putting a comforting arm around Kurt's shoulders, I gave him a brief hug. "I wish life was that easy." I told him softly.

"Okay, who's up for round 2?" Jeff asked the five of us.

Before we could answer, Nick burst out laughing while Wes and David were snickering.

"What?" Jeff asked, perplexed as to what had triggered this.

"Go over that last line again." Nick managed to gasp out before succumbing to another fit of giggles. In about 10 seconds, Jeff's face was a bright pink.

"Okay, who wants to watch the next musical?" Jeff reiterated carefully.

"Oh, what do you have?" Kurt wanted to know excitedly.

"I wouldn't mind West Side Story." David recommended.

"But that one's soo sad!" Nick pointed out.

"I have to agree with Nick." Kurt piped up. "While West Side Story is a classic, it is very depressing."

I turned to David. "The mans speaks sense."

David finally agreed to this point, and five minutes later we were decided to watch West Side Story, then the movie version of Rent.

About halfway through the musical, Nick and Jeff stopped paying attention, and instead started peppering each other with small kisses along their necks, jaws, and faces.

Thankfully, all Wes did was glance exasperatedly at them, then David, and turn up the volume.

Kurt was obviously enjoying the movie—his eyes never leaving the screen, and mouthing along to the songs. "You can sing, you know." I nudged him playfully.

He wrenched his eyes from the screen. "Really?" he checked.

"Yup." I nodded. "I generally do."

He smiled, and started singing One Hand, One Heart under his breath. His voice, even though I was used to it by now, still amazed me.

We spent the rest of the movie quoting to each other, until suddenly Kurt tensed, and I realized we had almost reached the end.

"You okay?" I asked.

He gave a little shiver, and said, "This part always makes me cry."

A little part of my heart going, "Awww...", I put my arm around around his shoulders and pulled him close. Right after Tony was shot, Kurt snuggled into my side, and I noticed tear tracks starting down his face.

"Hey, it's okay." I murmured.

Kurt rubbed his eyes, and seemed surprised by the moisture surrounding them. "I'm just being stupid."

"No," I refuted this, "it's very sad. I'm surprised I'm not balling my eyes out yet."

"Blaine doesn't cry during West Side Story because he has a black heart." David cut in.

"So says the guy who doesn't cry during the Lion King." I threw back at him.

"How could you?" Kurt asked him, smiling now.

David threw his hands in the air. "It's not that bad..."

He stopped as Kurt gave him a glare, almost the same glare he has once given the Warbler who hadn't thought he was a countertenor. "You bring shame upon the race of men." Kurt told him.

Wide-eyed, David nodded his head dumbly. "I promise to cry next time."

While Wes and I cracked up, Kurt nodded evenly, but, "You better" was all he said before refocusing on the screen.

After the movie was finished, we put in Rent, as planned. Kurt and I sang along to every song, with David and Wes joining us occasionally. Nick and Jeff actually watched most of Rent, but stayed quiet. When that movie was finally over, I looked around my room for a clock, trying to find out what time it was. It was 10:55 by that point. "Oh darn." I said.

"What?" Wes and Kurt asked at the same time.

I pointed to the clock. "Inspection's soon." I said.

"Where should we hide him?" David asked frantically.

I looked around their room, my eyes catching on their closet. I turned to Kurt, sheepish.

"If you don't mind the irony, can you hide in the closet?" I asked.

Nick, Jeff, Wes, David, and Kurt all laughed at my apologetic expression.

"Yeah, that's fine." Kurt said, and, standing up, walked over to it, opening it. Immediately, I missed his warmth. God, I really was a cuddle whore.

As expected, a few minutes later, Mrs. Phillips knocked on the door.

"Come in." Wes called.

The door opened and she poked her head in. She wasn't surprised to see the five of us together.

"Movie marathon?" she asked, smiling at us.

"Yep." David grinned cheerfully.

Her eyes surveyed the room carefully. "Who's the sixth?" she asked.

I blinked at her, but kept my expression innocent. "It's just the five of us here. Why would you think any different?"

She smirked at me. "First, these four," she pointed at Niff and Wevid, "probably wouldn't watch Mulan and Rent again unless given a good reason, say, another new friend. Also, you're sitting by yourself, which never happens. And finally," her eyes sparkled, "there are six drinks out."

We stared at her.

"That...was awesome!" David said.

"If I wasn't gay, I'd marry you right now." Nick commented, and Jeff hit him in the shoulder.

"No roughhousing." Mrs. Phillips admonished them genially. "And no offense, but you're not my type."

Nick pouted while Jeff and I laughed at this.

"So who is he?" she asked curiously.

"I still don't know who/what you're talking about." I told her, using my puppy-dog eyes.

She laughed at my attempt at a soulful look, and shrugged. "Alright. Just be sure to keep the volume down. Oh, and Blaine?" she paused at the doorway, looking back at me.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Guests aren't allowed to be seen in dorms until 9 in the morning." she winked, and left.

Wes stared after her. "That is an amazing teacher."

We all nodded our heads, silently agreeing.

After we were sure she was gone, I went and opened the door to Wes and David's walk-in closet. Inside, I found Kurt arranging their clothes.

"What are you doing?" I blinked in surprise at the scene.

"What's it look like?" Kurt huffed, and, grabbing a puffy vest, stalked past me into the main room.

"Okay, whose's this?" he demanded to David and Wes, shaking the vest.

Wes and David looked at each other, perplexed. "Umm, I think I bought it, but we both wear it sometimes." Wes finally said.

"Where did you get it?" Kurt asked, crossing his arms.

Wes had to think for a second. "Macy's?" he hedged.

Silence.

"You bought this from Macy's?" Kurt finally managed to choke out.

"Yeah, why, do you like it?" Wes asked, unsure of where Kurt was going with all of this.

Kurt looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "This," he shook the vest again, "is a fashion disaster. And not only is it a fashion disaster, but it doesn't compliment either of your skin tones."

David and Wes looked at each other, nonplussed.

"You should see what he did to your closet." I put in, smiling.

They hurried into their closet, closely followed by Niff.

"It's so...clean." Jeff finally said.

"And neat." Nick added.

They looked at each other, then turned back to Kurt. "Can you do ours?"

Kurt grinned. "Next time I'm over." he promised.

"What...is this?" Wes asked, turning to Kurt, who rolled his eyes and walked past us into the center of the closet.

"This is David's side, and this is yours. Shirts/tops are in the front, and pants/bottoms are in the back, both arranged by color, then fabric type." Kurt explained to Wes, pointing everything out.

"How did you do all of this? We left you in here for five minutes!" David looked at Kurt, confused.

"Please." Kurt shook his head. "You guys have the smallest wardrobe ever. Do they ever let you out of your uniform?"

"Yes, but it's easier." Wes defended his and David's wardrobe.

"Easy? I always plan out all 10 of my weekly outfits during the weekend." Kurt pushed Wes' argument aside.

"Wait, why do you need 10 outfits for one school week?" Jeff asked.

Kurt fell silent.

"Why don't we watch the Lion King now?" I suggested, breaking the slight ice.

"Sounds good." Wes quickly agreed.

We trooped back to the bed, lying down in the same positions we had been in before.

"I'm taking you guys shopping at some point." Kurt said to David and Wes.

I laughed at their scared expressions.

As we settled down, I marveled at Kurt. For someone who had been terrified to meet my friends, he seemed very adept at getting along with and ordering them around.

By the time The Lion King had ended, it was nearing 1:45 a.m. At this point, Nick and Jeff had fallen asleep on each other, arms and legs tangled beyond recognition. Kurt saw this and smiled sweetly. "They're so cute." he whispered.

"They are." I agreed quietly.

"Here, why don't we all go change into our pajamas then meet back here?" Wes suggested.

Kurt and I nodded and quietly snuck back into my room.

A/N: How'd you like it? Please review, and let me know! I loved writing Mrs. Phillips as an awesome teacher, because in my (fairly short, compared to others') school career, my favorite teachers have always been really fun. Also, how could I resist letting Kurt make over Wevid's closet? How do you expect Kurt to stay for over 20 seconds in an unorganized closet? ;)

Just to let you know, I'm planning a little bit of angst in the next chapter...I'll give a virtual hug to anybody who can guess what'll happen!

As always, thanks for reading, and please review!