As he ran down the hallways of Dalton academy, all of Kurt's worries about school and Karofsky seemed to diminish. Even just thinking of Blaine brought a smile to his face.
Kurt was still in a trance, he couldn't believe that Blaine was really with him. It must be another dream, Kurt told himself. But he could feel Blaine's hand in his and he felt six years old again.
Blaine stopped and pushed open a big mahogany door. Inside was an empty common room, some of the tables still had textbooks open as if everyone had left in a hurry and didn't have time to tidy up.
"Where is everyone?" Kurt asked. His voice was higher than usual.
"There's supposed to be a Warbler performance." Blaine shrugged. He dropped Kurt's hand, reluctantly, and dropped down onto one of the brown leather sofa's. He patted the seat next to him, indicating Kurt to sit down.
"'Supposed' to be?"
"Yeah. I'm kind of the lead singer." Blaine smiled at Kurt.
"Oh. Sorry." Kurt said awkwardly. He knew he was supposed to be spying on The Warblers but being here with Blaine was the best thing that had happened to him in years.
"So how come you're here?" Blaine asked. His eyes were still bright with excitement and his cheeks hurt from smiling. Kurt looked away, not knowing how to answer Blaine's question. He couldn't think of an excuse and so he tried to get out of answering.
"Here as in at Dalton or here as in on earth, because that's a whole other conversation and-"
"You're spying aren't you?" Blaine smirked.
"Well, not at this very moment in time. But yes, that is why I came to Dalton." Kurt said. Blaine chuckled.
"Who are you spying for?" Blaine asked.
"New Directions" Kurt shrugged.
"You drove two hours just to spy?" Blaine spluttered. Before Kurt could answer, the two mahogany door flew open and two boys stormed in, looking furious.
"BLAINE ANDERSON! Would you like to explain-" The Asian boy cut himself off when he saw Kurt, and looked at his friend in confusion.
"Guys, I'm sorry I missed the performance but this is Kurt." Blaine stood up and Kurt hastily followed. The two boys' eyes widened in surprise.
"This is Kurt? the Kurt?" The second boy asked.
"Hi." Kurt said lamely.
"Kurt, this is Wes and David." Blaine pointed out the two boys before sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Wow, okay. We will leave you two alone. Blaine, We'll talk later!" Wes said. Kurt was confused about his excitement. The two boys practically ran out of the room, whispering excitedly to each other.
"Sorry about them. They can be a bit-" Blaine paused trying to think of a way to describe his friends. "Eccentric."
"Don't worry about it. My friends are worse." Kurt turned to Blaine and smiled weakly.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows knitting together in worry.
"It's just, this feels so surreal. Like a dream. And I don't want to wake up. Because my life's already a nightmare." Kurt looked down. He could feel the tears pricking the backs of his eyes and screamed internally at himself. Keep it together, Hummel, Why have you got to be so emotional?
Blaine pulled him into another hug, wrapping his arms around Kurt protectively.
The two boys were laughing hysterically when the door to Blaine's shared dorm room flew open. Two boys, one blonde and one brunette, entered the room. They were making out heatedly and had their hands all over each other, they didn't even notice Kurt and Blaine.
Blaine cleared his throat to get their attention. The brunette noticed Kurt first and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh, crap. Sorry Blaine. Come on, Jeff." The two boys still looked stunned as the left the room, shutting the door behind them.
"Does that happen a lot?" Kurt asked, staring at the door in wonder and confusion.
"Yeah. They're always all over each other. It's gross." Blaine scrunched his nose up in disgust. He stood up and started to look through his school bag.
Of course, Kurt thought to himself, I get Blaine back but he's a homophobe. Just my luck! He gulped, scared that Blaine would turn on him because he was gay. What if he turned out to be like Karofsky and make his life hell?
"Oh so, you're against homosexuality then?" Kurt asked. He couldn't think of a way to ask so he just went straight to the point. Better to get it over and done with if Blaine was going to hate him anyway.
"Oh, no! Of course not! I'm gay. It's just, Nick and Jeff are practically always making out. At first it was cute, but after a while it makes you want to punch them." Blaine finally found his phone and looked up to see Kurt's expression: A mixture of shock and confusion.
"What? Are- Are you against it?" Blaine asked, suddenly worried. Being at Dalton made Blaine forget why he was there in the first place, because everyone was fine with gay people.
"No, It's just... I'm gay."
Blaine dropped his phone and stared, open mouthed, at Kurt. What was the possibility that two best friends would both turn out to be gay?
"Seriously?" Blaine asked. He knelt down to pick up his phone and sat back beside Kurt.
"Yeah. It's kind of why I wanted to look at Dalton, to help decide if I should transfer here." Kurt was still so shocked that Blaine was gay. He hadn't really thought about it until now, but Blaine was extremely good looking. Like really good looking! And being gay only made him more attractive.
"Oh, Kurt! You need to come to Dalton! Everyone's so nice and I just know you'd love it!" Kurt smiled at the thought of seeing Blaine everyday. He wouldn't have to be scared of Karofsky anymore.
It seemed like a pretty sound idea to him.
Blaine walked Kurt down to the parking lot. It was already dark, and cold, as it was late October.
Kurt hugged Blaine one last time before he climbed into the car. Blaine's cheeks and nose had gone red because of the cold and he had his hands stuck deep into his pockets. He decided he would wait until Kurt was out of sight before going back in.
Kurt waited for the ignition to start but nothing happened. Cursing under his breath, he jumped back out of the car and popped the hood.
"Do you know what to look for?" Blaine asked, peering inside. He scrunched up his nose. Cars had always bored him.
"Blaine, my dad's a mechanic, of course I know what to look for." Blaine chuckled. "However, I think I'm out of gas. So I'm going no where." Kurt sighed.
"Don't you have a spare canister in your boot or something? Just in case this happened?" Blaine asked in a mocking tone. Kurt glared at him playfully as he pulled out his phone.
After explaining to Burt where he was, and who he was with much to Burt's surprise, Burt said he would send Finn to pick Kurt up.
So Blaine and Kurt decided to go back inside. As they walked through the corridors towards Blaine's dorm, a man, a teacher Kurt assumed, was walking towards the two boys.
"Hey, Blaine. I was just heading home. Do you want a lift?" The man seemed to be distracted, his phone in his hands, and wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.
"No thanks, I'm going to stay here tonight. But can you tell mom I will be back tomorrow." Kurt was extremely confused. Who was this man?
"Okay, sure thing. Who's this?" The man asked, looking at Kurt curiously.
"Oh, this is Kurt." Blaine smiled. It took a second for the name to register in James's mind.
"Wait, this is the Kurt?" James spluttered.
"That's me." Kurt blushed.
"Oh, wow. It's a pleasure to meet you, Kurt." James held out his hand for Kurt to shake.
"Kurt, this is James. My mom's fiancée." Blaine explained.
"Okay, well you two have fun. See you tomorrow Blaine." James walked away, smiling and shaking his head.
"Your mom's getting re-married?" Kurt asked, bewildered.
"Yeah. James is a really nice guy." Blaine shrugged.
"When did your parents break up?" Kurt asked. As the two carried on the walk to the dorm room, Blaine explained to Kurt the story of how Harry had wanted to move but Regina didn't, which resulted in their divorce. Blaine also told Kurt the story of the boys from middle school, and his time in the hospital.
"So you still see your dad?" Kurt asked. They were almost at the dorm room now, and Kurt was still admiring the fancy corridors of Dalton.
"Yeah, he doesn't live too far away. All though he still don't really get a long." Blaine stopped and groaned when he saw the sock of the handle of the door.
"Oh my god, do people actually do that?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, Jeff and Nick do it all the time." Blaine visibly shuddered and turned around.
"Go, quick before you start to hear them moan." Blaine looked pale and, while Kurt felt uncomfortable, he laughed at Blaine.
"How do you feel about meeting my friends?" Blaine asked. There wasn't anywhere else to go now that Nick and Jeff were doing god knows what.
"Sure." Kurt shrugged.
"I need to warn you, Wes and David can be a handful. Like kids who are on a sugar high." Blaine opened the door to his friends' dorm room without knocking.
The two boys, to Kurt's surprise, were trying to waltz together.
"David, pay attention!" Wes, the shorter boy, snapped.
"Ow Wes, you stepped on my foot!" David squealed.
"What the hell are you two doing?" Blaine asked, startling the two boys. They pushed away from each other so fast that Kurt hardly saw. They were both blushing.
"We were just-" David started but Wes interrupted.
"David, Shut UP!"
"So what have you and Kurt been up to?" Wes smirked, his arms loosely crossed over his chest. Kurt looked around the room curiously. There was a lot of pictures of one wall, lots of Wes and David and, to Kurt's surprise, Pictures of Wes and a gavel.
"Wes has a big obsession with his gavel," David, who made Kurt jump, pointed to a desk next to one of the beds. There was a glass casing and inside was a gavel. There was a small plaque nailed into the wall next to the casing but it was too small for Kurt to read. They both chuckled. Blaine had moved to stand next to Wes and looked like he was arguing with Wes, who was smirking. David smiled politely and all Kurt could do was smile back.
As David started up a conversation with Kurt, the latter couldn't help but think how nice it was to have an actual conversation with someone who wasn't insulting him. Maybe Dalton was the perfect place for him.
An hour and twenty minutes later and Kurt and Blaine were walking back outside to find Finn and Puck leaning against Burt's truck.
"Who's that?" Blaine asked in confusion. It was obvious he was expecting to see Burt.
But as they got closer, Kurt could see that Finn looked annoyed. And Puck's expression changed from sly, to confusion, to anger. Clearly Finn hadn't told him that Blaine Anderson was going to be there. After all, the last time the two had seen each other Puck and Blaine had been in a fight.
"Is that Finn Hudson?" Blaine hissed so that the two boys wouldn't here him.
"Yeah, it's kind of a long story. Let's just say your mom isn't the only one who's getting remarried." But by the time Blaine could realise the boy standing next to Finn was Puck, the latter was walking towards them.
Before Kurt could say anything, Puck had already drawn his fist back. But as he threw it forward to punch Blaine, Blaine ducked, and Puck lost his balance. Even though it was only for a second, it gave Blaine enough time to step back out of Puck's reach.
As Noah regained his balance, he moved to step forward but Kurt was quicker and blocked his way.
"Move, Princess." Puck sneered.
"Go to hell, Noah." Kurt glared.
"Wow, guys." Finn said, stepping in.
"Why did you bring him?" Kurt asked Finn. Noah finally backed down and Blaine moved to stand next to Kurt, his hands behind his back and his expression one of controlled calmness.
"It's a long drive." Finn shrugged. Kurt didn't answer and turned back to Blaine.
"I'm sure you remember Finn." Blaine forced himself to smile politely.
"Vaguely," Blaine was monitoring Noah out of the corner of his eye. He was trying his hardest not to lose his temper and so far it was working.
"Well we should go, Kurt." Finn said. He was glaring at Blaine, not that the latter noticed. Kurt rolled his eyes and told Finn to meet him in the car.
"Wow." Blaine said after the two had retreated.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I should've warned you." Kurt said.
"Don't worry about it. See you tomorrow?" Blaine asked. The two had already exchanged phone numbers.
"See you tomorrow." Kurt smiled, looking down. Blaine hugged him again before leaving, sending an evil glance to Puck who was glaring back.
Kurt climbed into the back and ignored the angry retorts from Finn and Puck.
"I don't like him." Finn was saying.
"Well I don't like Puck but you still hang out with him." Kurt said. Puck made a strange noise in the back of his throat and Kurt could see him shaking his head.
"This is different." Finn said angrily, glancing at Kurt momentarily.
"Why? Because I'm gay? I can't believe you, Finn!" Kurt could feel his temper boiling up inside of him. Finn didn't answer, but tightened his grip on the steering wheel and glared at the dark road ahead. The only light was the faint illumination of stars and the headlights.
"It's bad enough you let your friends on the football team make my life a living hell, but you don't have to join in." Kurt said, staring out of the window.
"You think I let them do that to you? It doesn't matter what I do Kurt, they're not going to stop. This isn't my fault!" Finn was getting angrier and Kurt could hear when he spoke.
"No. Of course not. It's mine for being gay." Kurt said.
"That's not what I said." Finn said sternly. He sounded like Burt.
"But that's what you thought. It's what you and everybody else at McKinley thinks." Kurt put his headphones in before Finn could say anything else. He had almost forgotten Puck was in the car.
Author's Notes:
There is a reason why Kurt and Finn had an argument, which will lead to the next chapter. Originally, Puck was going to hit Blaine but I changed it.
I hope you liked this chapter.