So, my lovely readers, I'm afraid I'm going away for a couple of days, to a place with no computers. Not that I'm that upset, me and my Dad are going 4WDing this weekend and it's gonna be awesome :D oh, and if you don't hear from me after awhile, assume that he got too reckless and we died, okay?

Anyways, that means I won't be posting a chapter tomorrow or the next day. So what I'm going to do is post three chapters tonight. If you have the self-restraint, save the other two for the two days I'm gone. If you don't, well then read them all but know that you won't be getting new chapters for the next two days. So this is day one. Hopefully I didn't get anybody reading backwards for some reason and came across this note after reading the first two chapters :/

Huge props to Angela who worked pretty darn hard to get these edited after I kind of sprung it on her that I needed three for one night. To thank her, you must go read The Warbler Drabbles, okay? There's some awesome Klaine stuff in there, Klaine lovers! :)

From iWaldo and similarly prompted by Chasing Aspirations: after Kurt gets rejected for the solo in Special Education

A little bit of angst, but not much. Not yet.

And I still haven't seen New York. Just to be safe.

Rejected

Kurt sat on the grass, staring across at the imposing figure of Dalton Academy. The first time he had seen the building, he was totally overwhelmed by the fanciness of it. While on his spying mission, he had taken the time to admire the tasteful displays and had decided there was definitely someone gay on the designing team when this place was built. The only downside back then had been finding his room to be so good that he didn't get the chance to decorate it.

Now, the building told a different story. A story of money and influence, of snobs and power.

Kurt had known he was different back at McKinley and he reveled in it. It made him stand out, made him someone special. Even when people were hating on him, he knew it was because they noticed him, because he was someone in a school of nobodies who pretended they were more. He was going to get out of that place and make a name for himself and be one of the few who did it, along with the rest of his Glee club. The rest were deluding themselves if they thought they were any more than Lima losers.

But Dalton was different. Kurt had always had high grades at McKinley, but he had been pushed into the average category here. All the boys here were studying hard, preparing for careers as lawyers, doctors, teachers... they were going to be successful people. And suddenly Kurt's dreams of getting into fashion design were almost inferior in comparison to what these people were going to accomplish. Suddenly he was just another kid in a blazer, and yes, he was going to leave this town and make something of himself, but they all were so what did it matter? He had lost his style from the uniform, and now he couldn't even showcase his voice? That was the final straw.

Kurt was all set to pull out his phone and call his dad when he heard someone walking up behind him. He waited, refusing to turn around as the person sat down next to him, silent for a few seconds, then -

"I'm sorry, Kurt."

He sighed, turning to face Blaine. "For what exactly?"

Blaine looked confused. "That you didn't get the solo, of course."

"Yes, but what exactly? Are you sorry I wasn't talented enough? Sorry I stood out too much? Sorry the others were better than me?" Kurt didn't wait for an answer. "Blaine, I'm going back to McKinley."

"Kurt! You can't do that!"

As he had expected, Blaine was immediately panicked. "You know what's waiting for you there, it isn't safe, that's why you came here."

"Yes, Blaine. I came here for safety. I also came here because I thought I'd be happy. I'm not."

"Because of a solo?" Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Kurt, isn't that a bit much?"

"Why should it be? Am I not allowed to want things at this school, just because I don't have the reputation or the family name or the money for it?" He watched Blaine and saw a fire ignite in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Kurt, that's not what Dalton is about and you know it. We're about equality, which is why we do an audition process to get our soloist instead of choosing the best singer every time. Are you saying I get my solos because I have money?"

Kurt knew he was running the risk of offending his friend, but damn it all, he was just so frustrated with this school. "No, Blaine, you're freaking talented, you know that. But you also have a reputation here, everyone loves you. Nobody knows me or cares about me here, I'm nothing special, so why would I get anything given to me?" He stood, turning away from Blaine knowing he was a few seconds from his first fight with the boy he cared so much about. Trying to fight back the tears, Kurt waited -

"Oh, Kurt. Do you really believe that?"

Blaine's voice was soft and understanding and for some reason that was worse than if he'd yelled back because now Kurt felt guilty instead. "Do I have a reason to believe otherwise?" he replied, feeling the fight drain out of him, replaced with resignation and loneliness. "I'm not noticed here, I'm just another blazer on the rack. At least back at McKinley, I was noticed. Even if they hated me, they hated me aloud. Here, I don't know what people think of me because nobody talks to me enough to let me know. Most of the school probably don't even know there was a new transfer."

Kurt felt a tear slip down his cheek, still resolutely facing away from Blaine. "Maybe I'm crazy, but I'd rather be noticed and hated for it than be treated with polite indifference because nobody knows me well enough to like or hate me. So I'll go back to McKinley and deal with the hatred. At least I'll be back in my element."

He finished his speech, trying not to let his voice tremble. Please, walk away, he silently begged. Walk away now, don't look at me and see how much I don't want to leave, don't want to leave you...

"Kurt -"

"Save it, Blaine. I've made up my mind."

"No, you haven't." And it wasn't anger in Blaine's voice, or frustration. It was understanding. "You're telling yourself what you want to hear to feel better. You're validating yourself because you believe nobody else here is going to do it for you. And the reason you still refuse to look at me is because you're crying and you don't want me to know."

Damn intuitiveness.

Kurt turned around, because what else could he do? With tears still slipping down his face, he looked at Blaine, willing some of his anger to come back. "What does it matter, Blaine? I'm not going to get accepted here."

"Kurt, I mean this in the nicest way. Shut up for a minute."

Kurt raised an eyebrow because somehow Blaine had managed to make that sound nice.

"Okay, now come and sit down with me," Blaine indicated the spot that Kurt had vacated and Kurt reluctantly sat down. "And now I can tell you how much was wrong with what you just said."

Kurt went to interrupt ("Of course you would say that, you have to.") but stopped, looking at Blaine properly. This wasn't a boy reluctantly telling his friend he was important. There was passion in his eyes, enough to make Kurt snap his mouth shut and listen.

"Kurt, I know if you walked out now, the Warblers would be disappointed. First, you're our only real countertenor in what feels like forever. Your voice is wonderful and adds just what we need to our mix. You are an important part of the Warblers, maybe not in the same way you were at McKinley, but you are important."

"I make a good ukelele, don't I?" The bitterness was still in Kurt's voice and Blaine sighed.

"You make a good Kurt. Everybody's had their share of singing parts they don't like. You did at McKinley too, I know that." Kurt remembered back to the times of swaying in line and conceded that point.

"But it's not just your voice that matters to the Warblers. It's your personality." Blaine reached over and gently took his hand and Kurt nearly missed the next sentence. "I'll be the first to admit that we get boring and stuffy at time and our council meetings are a good place to catch up on sleep." Despite himself, Kurt chuckled slightly and Blaine smiled.

"Before you came, they were even more boring. Nobody had the courage to speak up... or speak at all, come to think of it. And then you came in and it was like a breath of fresh air, Kurt. You bring something to the group that - well, I can't even put my finger on it. It's sort of like you came along and everyone woke up and went, "Oh, that's what it's like to be alive." We're known for our performances, but you're known for your personality."

"Known by who?" Kurt knew the Warblers were well known around the school but surely not him...

"Dalton, of course." Blaine smiled and Kurt knew his disbelief was written all across his face. "You were the talk of the place the first few weeks, you know. Everyone wanted to know who you were, especially when you became a Warbler so quickly. They still talk about you occasionally, on weekends when you leave there can usually be a group of boys found commenting on how they would love to be able to wear jeans like yours and get away with them."

Kurt couldn't help but smirk. "Yes, I do have awesome jeans, don't I?"

Blaine chuckled. "That's my Kurt."

Don't read into it, don't read into it, don't read into it -

But now a flush was climbing up Blaine's neck and Kurt couldn't not read into it. He also couldn't help what came out of his mouth next.

"So, what would you think if I walked out?"

And in the way Blaine's eyebrow raised, he knew he was caught. But Kurt didn't care, a warm feeling creeping through his chest, because Blaine was caught out too.

"Well, I'd never keep you somewhere you don't want to be, which is why if you're determined to do this, I'll take you up to your room and help you pack. But I'd be incredibly disappointed, because I'm so used to seeing you here every day. It -" Blaine hesitated, his eyes still locked with Kurt's. "Well, spending time with you is the best part of my day. Every day. And I'd hate to lose that."

The unspoken question in Blaine's sentence was clear to Kurt.

"So would I."

They stared at each other for a heartbeat before closing the gap, kissing like there was no tomorrow. Kurt gasped as their lips crashed together before drowning in the sensation of Blaine's lips on his. Their hands tangled around each other, Kurt cupping Blaine's cheek, hands in hair, mouths dancing together, and everything was just the two of them.

And then Blaine's lips disappeared and Kurt had to hold back a whimper, trying to chase them. There was a chuckle, then Blaine's lips were inches from his again and whispering, "So, still planning to leave?"

"Only if you don't get back here right now." Kurt knew he had growled but didn't care. And apparently it had done something for Blaine because his lips were back, pressing against his with intensity. Kurt returned the passion, feeling himself get pushed back until they were lying on the grass, still completely lost in one another's lips.

After their make out session had petered out to sporadic light kissing, Kurt found himself above Blaine, staring down at him. His face was flushed, hair sticking up everywhere and lips chapped.

"You are so freaking beautiful." Kurt murmured, still slightly breathless. Blaine sighed in response and leant up to kiss him again.

"Kurt, I don't want you to just stay at Dalton for me." And now Blaine was growing serious, raising himself up on his elbows. "I want you to feel wanted here. I want you to believe that we do care about you and you're a part of the group."

Kurt smiled, leaning in to brush his lips against Blaine's softly. "I know. I'll get there soon enough. And I've got you to make me feel wanted while I settle in."

As if on cue, Kurt and Blaine's phones buzzed in sync and they pulled them out. They both had a text from Wes;

Warbler party tonight. Girlfriends invited. - Wes

But as Kurt looked at his text, he noticed the extra line.

David and I need your help with outfits. Come to our room ASAP.

I got a bit carried away with the kiss... ah well, I'm sure nobody's complaining ;)

I feel like I actually captured Blaine's character in this one, especially after watching Prom Queen. Instead of just comforting Kurt when he was upset, he actually talked things out calmly. And to be honest, I think that's why the kiss ended up being the way it was, because the whole thing seemed more real to me. Nothing overly dramatic happens but this is one of my favourites.