The Monday that followed was tour/move-in day for Kurt at Dalton Academy. It was nerve-wracking and maybe a little scary, but not terrifying. There were building spread out on the campus, all old, brick and ivy covered. It was intimidating. He opened the office door.
The secretary looked up. "Yes?" she asked, rather rudely, Kurt thought, he glasses perched on the edge of her nose. The label sitting on the corner of her desk said, 'Ms. Fritz'.
"I'm Kurt Hummel. I'm new here," he said, "I was told to come to the office to get my dorm number and get a tour-"
"Right," she said, pushing her glasses up to the bridge of her nose to look at a list, "Senior-Junior Weston dormitory. Room number 321. If you wait for just a moment, someone will be here to show you around."
"Thank you," Kurt said. He took a seat in one of the four chairs.
He hoped that Blaine had been honest about everyone being nice around Dalton. He had a horrible vision of a rude tour guide that hated him from the get-go. Also, he had a bad image of being picked on because he was the new kid, and not picked on in a friendly way, picked on in a miserable way.
He couldn't help feeling out of place dressed in a uniform. It wasn't terrible, but he would've much rather dressed himself. In his opinion, uniforms were degrading.
"Alright, Mr. Hummel," Ms. Fritz looked up, "Here we are."
Kurt looked to the doorway. To his delight, Blaine was standing there. He stood up and smiled.
"Hi," Blaine said, "I'm going to be your guide for today, Kurt." He held the door opened for Kurt. They both suppressed their excitement. "I'm so glad they sent me down!" Blaine grinned. "And not just because I get to miss chemistry."
Kurt laughed a little, "Yeah, me too. I'm nervous."
"Don't be," Blaine smiled.
For the next hour or so, Blaine lead Kurt around Dalton's campus. There were three separate building simply for the subjects offered here. Plus, there was a gymnasium and a theater. Not to mention the cafeteria. Then, the two dorms. It was going to be difficult getting used to, but if Blaine would be there to help him, even in the slightest, it would make it much better.
They ended at the dorms, carrying some of Kurt's things into him new room. It was silent, considering everyone else was in class.
He looked around the room, smaller than his own, but not bad. He noticed only one bed was present, meaning he did not have to have a room mate. This came as a relief. The room, however, had a stench of smoke.
"Um, any particular reason why this smells like someone tried to catch it on fire?" Kurt asked.
"Because they did," Blaine replied.
Kurt's eyes widened.
"The last guy that stayed in here…was kind of a pyromaniac," Blaine said. "But, um, don't worry. We don't have many psychos, that's why he's gone."
"I see…" Kurt said.
"And how fortunate it is that my dorm just happens to be diagonal from yours," Blaine said. He pointed to his room and motioned for Kurt to follow him.
"Already breaking the rules with you," Kurt said.
Blaine opened the door. Kurt was engulfed with the lovely smell of Blaine. It looked much more inhabited than the room at his house. He closed the door behind them.
Unable to restrain himself, Kurt lunged at Blaine and kissed him with full force. Their lips slid over one another, their tongues dance. Blaine's hands were already all over Kurt. Kurt backed Blaine into the door. Blaine was smiling into the kiss, letting a hand go to Kurt's waist.
They broke apart to breath. Kurt's lips moved to Blaine's neck. The darker haired boy tilted his head back against the door, moaning quietly. He found Kurt's belt loop and tugged on it.
Their lips found each other's again. They shifted closer to one another. Kurt felt his slacks getting a bit tighter in a 'certain area' as Blaine moaned into his mouth.
"We've got to take a breather," Blaine huffed.
Shocked with himself, Kurt nodded and stepped back.
…..
It was tough saying goodbye to New Directions. Finn didn't even know. In the long run, he would probably be glad to have his own room. He wouldn't quickly forget the look on Mercedes face when he said he was transferring. Most of them had shocked, sad faces on, including Mr. Shuster.
"Does this mean that you'll be competing against us during sectionals?" Rachel said, outraged.
Kurt ignored her and swallowed hard, "I don't want to leave you guys. I really don't, it's just…Dalton Academy has a zero-bullying policy that is withheld."
It was too overwhelming, watching each of them look so longingly at him. He turned away. As much as he loved Mercedes and Tina…and Artie and Brittany and Quinn and Mike and even Sam… Hell, he would miss Santana and Puck too. It had to be done. Glee was the only good thing about McKinley.
When he though of the taunts, the shoves, of Azimio and the rest of the football team (except for those also in Glee), it made turning away easier. Karofsky was the worst of it all. He couldn't deal with that anymore.
Outside of the McKinley High doors, Blaine was waiting for him and so was a whole new life.
…
The first day of classes was hectic. They expected him to keep up, even though they were much tougher and farther ahead than McKinley. Lunch was a relief. Blaine had found him and lead him to his table. He recognized Wes and David from his spy-gone-wrong trip.
"Hey, new kid," David said.
"He has a name, you know," Blaine said.
Kurt smiled.
"Like I don't know," David shook his head. "I've heard you talk about him enough. I know his eyes are blue and his hands are soft too."
Blaine cleared his throat, red-faced.
Wes smirked, "Now, now, David, no need to make thing uncomfortable on the first day."
Kurt looked down at his food, pretending not to notice how amused the two were about Blaine's embarrassment.
"Who the hell is this in my seat?"
Kurt looked up, wide eyed, praying they weren't referring to him. They were. It was a tall, blond guy with freckles and an unreadable expression.
"I don't see your name on it," Wes said.
"Dude, chill the hell out," the blonde said, "I was just screwing with him. You're Kurt, right?"
"Yep," Kurt smiled small, not finding the joke to be very funny.
"I'm Blake," he said grinning. He took a seat next to Wes, who wasn't looking very amused either.
Kurt nodded, for once in his life, feeling shy.
"So, how's the ole gal, Wes?" Blake asked.
Wes rolled his eyes, "Jessica is fine."
"When is she coming to another one of our parties?"
Blaine shifted uncomfortably.
"Dude, come on," David said. "Give it a rest."
Clearly Kurt was missing something.
Blake chuckled and rose, "Fine, I see none of you can take a joke around here. See ya around, Princess." He tapped Kurt on the shoulder as he walked away.
"Sorry about him." Wes said. "He's…annoying, to put it nicely."
"Oh," Kurt said, "I'm fine."
"He means well," Blaine said. "I think."
"Anyway," Wes said, "Blaine says you can sing."
"Yes," Kurt said.
"Has he told you can audition for a spot on the Warblers Friday at 4 o'clock?" Wes asked.
"He failed to mention that," Kurt said, looking at Blaine.
"I was going to tell you today," Blaine said.
Kurt nodded.
"Don't' worry, you'll get in," David said. "It's just more 'official' for us to have try outs."
Wes sent a glare in David's direction. "You really should keep your mouth shut about things. You're not on the council."
"He looked terrified," David said.
Kurt felt uncomfortable again. So, Wes didn't like him…
"Good afternoon, boys," a dark haired boy with glasses said. He took the seat that Blake had left.
"Sup, Josh?" David asked. "Have you met Kurt?"
"No, I don't think so…" Josh observed Kurt with the most judgmental look he'd ever gotten. "Hello, there."
"Hello," Kurt said, with as much dignity as he could.
"Enjoying Dalton?" Josh asked, looking as if he were only asking to be polite.
"It's good so far," Kurt replied.
"That's nice," Josh said. He turned his head and started talking to Wes.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand that was laying limply in his lap. "He's just a douche," Blaine said, "ignore him."
…
Kurt knew that he would be missing home, so instead of packing his Calvin Klein pajamas, he packed the ones his father had bought him for Christmas the previous year. They'd been untouched until his first night at Dalton.
He knew his expectations for this school had been set way too high. He still felt lonely. Blaine was there, but…he was seeing him a lot less than he's originally thought he would. Most of the other students were very nice and helpful, which helped. The homework pile was ridiculous, but the teachers were very helpful when asked. Something was just not right internally.
His audition for Glee was nerve-wracking. The council all looked at him without smiling once. He did get in, however.