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Chapter 2: Welcome to Lima
"Are you ready for today?" Blaine asked him, wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt nodded. "I'm excited to see my friends and my family. Though, I'm not excited about what embarrassing stories the New Directions will tell the Warblers, because I know they will. There are just some things I don't want them know."
Blaine chuckled. "I'm sure it will be fine.
"Okay everyone." Wes said, entering the room and banging his gavel on the table. "The bus is leaving in fifteen minutes. You can go put your stuff in it, and make sure the other Warblers are down here on time. Dismissed."
Kurt rolled his eyes as he picked up his suitcase, walking with Blaine to the bus. "Someone needs to get that away from Wes. He's too much of a dictator with it."
"We've tried." Blaine said, grinning. "It doesn't work."
As the two entered the Dalton bus, Kurt looked around in shock. The bus was more like a tour bus than an actual school bus. On each side of the aisle there were a set of seats for two with another set of seats facing them. I'm between the two sets of seats was a table. The back of the bus had a mini fridge and snacks, along with a bathroom.
Kurt turned back to his boyfriend, who was grinning at his confusion. "How did I not see this bus before?"
"We only use this bus on longer trips." Blaine explained. "Since both Sectionals and Regionals were close, we didn't use this bus. But Lima is two hours away, so that's why we are using this bus." He set their stuff down on one of the seats, since Kurt was still standing shock still.
"Did you break him?" David asked, him and Wes appearing behind the couple, and setting their stuff down on the seats across from Kurt and Blaine.
Blaine chuckled. "I think I did."
Kurt turned to the three of them, his mouth wide open. "New Directions can hardly afford tickets to Nationals and a handicapped bus for Artie, and you have this whole bus."
"Didn't I tell you we are rockstars?" Blaine smirked.
Kurt lightly hit his boyfriend on the arm. "Let's sit down so we aren't blocking the aisle."
Two hours later, the Dalton bus pulled into the McKinley parking lot, where the New Directions were waiting.
Mercedes taped Rachel on the arm, before letting out a lot whistle. "Damn. Kurt said Dalton was rich, but I didn't expect that."
"Okay guys. Remember, let's be polite to our guests." Mr. Schue called out to the New Directions. "They are here to see how we run things."
Puck rolled his eyes. "I think we can deal with the prep boys, Mr. Schue."
Thad, Wes, and David exited the bus, as the council, and approached Mr. Schue. Wes stuck his hand out for him to shake. "Thank you for having us here."
Mr. Schue shook his hand. "No, thank you. You took care of Kurt for us."
The council turned around, and motioned for the Warblers to come off the bus. Kurt was the first one off, followed by Blaine, with the rest of the Warblers following hesitantly behind.
"Kurt!" Mercedes called out, the rest of the New Directions following close behind.
The whole group embraced him, giving him hugs from the girls and pats on the back from the boys. Blaine stood off to the side, watching his boyfriend fondly, before Puck pulled him into the hug. Puck had become a huge Klaine shipper, and had grown fond of the curly haired Warbler, once he was satisfied Blaine wasn't going to hurt Kurt. The Warblers watched their lead soloist and countertenor interact with their friends from off to the side, wanting to join in, but not sure how.
"Guys, meet the Warblers." Kurt said, separating from the New Directions. "Warblers, this is Rachel Berry, Mercedes Jones, Tina Cohen-Chang, Artie Abrams, Finn Hudson, Sam Evans, Mike Chang, Noah Puckerman, Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, and Lauren Zizes." He said, introducing each member in turn, who waved to the Warblers. "New Directions, this is Flint Wilson, Luke Wright, Jeff Sterling, Nick Duval, David Thompson, Wes Montgomery, James Kirk, Ethan Moore, Seth Martins, Trent Nixon, Cameron James, and Thad Harwood. And you all already know Blaine. Warblers, your New Directions hosts will drive you to Finn and I's house to give you a lesson on how to survive a week at McKinley. You can put your stuff in their car and take it to their house later."
Ethan hesitantly raised his hand. "Is it really that bad?"
Kurt nodded. "That and so much worse."
Mercedes lightly smacked Kurt's side. "We don't want to scare them all the way back to Dalton, Kurt."
"Okay Warblers." Wes called out, banging his gavel on the book he was holding.
"He brought that this week?" Kurt whispered to Blaine, who just nodded.
"You remember which New Direction you are staying with?" All the Warblers nodded. "Good. Go find your host. Dismissed."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Hey Wes," he called out. "No need to be so formal in front of the New Directions. I know they won't be."
Mercedes giggled as Wes very maturely stuck his tongue out at Kurt. The rest of the New Directions smiled fondly. Their diva was back.
"Hey little bro." Finn walked over to Kurt and Blaine. "You two ready?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Again, I'm still older than you. We're ready, we just need Thad."
Blaine waved Thad over, who followed hesitantly, not sure what to do in this group of people who already knew each other. As the group climbed into Finn's car, Kurt calling shotgun, Kurt turned to his stepbrother.
"How are things with the New Directions? I feel like I haven't talked to anyone recently."
Finn sighed. "A lot of drama like usual. I'm back with Quinn, so Rachel's been avoiding me. Sam's sorta pissed at me, since Quinn cheated on him with me. Slushies have been getting worse. I think Karofsky is still pissed you transferred, so he's taking it out on the rest of us."
Kurt shook his head. "I transferred months ago, I can't believe he's taking it out on you guys now."
"Um, what do you mean by slushies?" Thad asked, from the back seat.
"McKinley sells slushies in the cafeteria for ninety-nine cents." Kurt explained. "It's a tradition for the McKinley jocks to buy them, and throw them in the faces of losers like us glee kids. It feels like being bitch-slapped by an iceberg."
"You ready for this Kurt?" Finn asked his stepbrother. "We all remember what happened the last time you were at McKinley."
Kurt nodded. "I'm not worried about me, Finn. I have all the New Directions looking out for me, and I have Blaine." He said, squeezing Blaine's hand. "I'm more worried about the Warblers. The majority of them have been in private school their whole lives. Luckily, the ones who would get the bullying the worst, have all been in public school before."
"What do you mean?" Thad asked, starting to get concerned.
"The Warblers who would get the worst bullying would be any that are gay. Luckily, that's only me, Blaine, Nick, and Jeff, and all of us transferred to Dalton from public schools, so we know how to deal with it. You'll be fine, you'll just get the same amount of bullying the other glee guys get, which is way better than what I had."
Finn pulled into the driveway of the Hummel house. It was a beautiful white house in a nice subdivision, and looked very unremarkable.
"It's a good thing Finn is driving. I might have had a hard time finding this place." Kurt said to Thad, as they walked up to the house.
"Why wouldn't you be able to find your own house?" Thad asked, confused.
"Finn's mom and my dad got married a couple of days before I transferred to Dalton. We ended up moving houses, so Finn and I could have our own rooms. We tried rooming together before, and that failed miserably."
"That's an understatement." Finn said from behind him.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "But since I've been rooming at Dalton, I haven't been back to the house that much." Kurt opened the door and let the other three in. "Carole, are you here?"
"In the kitchen, dear." Came the answer.
Kurt took off his shoes, before beckoning the two Warblers to come with him. Finn had already taken off to find food. "Come see my stepmother."
The three Warblers headed into the kitchen, where they found Carole preparing food. "If I have a bunch of teenagers invading my house, they are going to be hungry, so I'm making snacks. Hello Blaine dear. How are you?" She smiled warmly at him.
"I'm good Carole." He smiled at her.
"Good. Taking care of Kurt?"
"Always." Blaine smirked. "Not that he needs it anyway." He amended, after seeing the look his boyfriend was shooting him.
"And you must be Thad." She turned to the council member. "Kurt's told me about you."
"Nice to meet you ma'am." Thad smiled politely, shaking her hand.
"So polite." She grinned at Kurt. "Are all your friends this dapper Kurt?" Kurt shrugged, but was grinning. "And please, call me Carole." She said, turning back to Thad. "Ma'am makes me feel too old. Thad, you can put your stuff in the guest room upstairs. Kurt will show you where it is. Blaine, Burt is letting you stay in Kurt's room, under the premise that you are good kids, you can't get pregnant, and you haven't been dating long, so you won't be doing anything intimate for a while. But Burt does want to talk to you when he gets home. He's at the shop right now. He should be home in a couple of hours." Blaine gulped but nodded.
Finn, who had walked back into the kitchen and heard the end of Carole's statement, began to protest. "Does this mean Quinn can sleep in my bedroom? We haven't been dating long either."
Carole turned to her son. "Yes honey, but you can get her pregnant." She explained to him in a manner that sounded like this wasn't the first time she had to tell him this.
"But I didn't actually get her pregnant last time!" Finn protested.
"Doesn't change the fact that you could." Kurt quipped.
Carole smiled, glad her boys were acting like brothers. It was a far cry from what happened the first time she and Finn moved in with Burt and Kurt.
"Kurt, why don't you help Thad and Blaine take their stuff upstairs? The others will be here any minute. Finn, go wait for your friends to get here." She said, in a effort to diffuse the situation.
Kurt nodded to his stepmother and took off upstairs, Thad and Blaine following him, while Finn scowled, obviously not happy at being shot down again, and headed into the living room.
Kurt led Thad and Blaine upstairs, leaving Blaine to put his stuff away, since he knew where Kurt's room was, and taking Thad into the guest bedroom, which was across from Kurt's room, and next to Finn's room, and Burt and Carole's room.
"This is where you will be staying." Kurt said, leading Thad into the guest bedroom. The room was fairly generic. The walls were painted a simple blue. It had a bed in the middle of the room, with a dresser on the other wall, and a closet on another wall. The third wall had a desk and chair, with a window looking out into the backyard over it. The decor was simple, but elegant, leading Thad to believe Kurt had designed it.
"You designed this room, didn't you?" He asked his friend.
Kurt smirked, but nodded. "The only other person who could design it and have it look somewhat decent, besides me, is Carole. But she had so much going on with unpacking the rest of the house and the wedding, that I decided to design this room to take some pressure off of her."
Thad nodded, impressed with how considerate Kurt was with his stepmother. "What about your biological mom? Do you see her often?" He asked, confused about where Kurt's actual mother was. Maybe she's homophobic.
Kurt sighed. "She died when I was eight."
Thad gasped. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Kurt."
Kurt waved it off. "It's fine, it was a long time ago. I've gotten over it. She was on her way to pick me up from school, when a driver ran a red light and killed her. I changed my middle name to Elizabeth, shortly after she died, in homage to her."
Thad stared at him, shocked. "Your middle name is Elizabeth?"
Kurt nodded. "I don't tell people that often, since I know it would only give the jocks another thing to tease me about, how I should be a girl. She was so full of life, always dancing and singing. She's the one who taught me piano and French, and I kept both of them up after she died. Her parents immigrated from France shortly before she was born, so she grew up speaking French. They died when I was really little, so I don't remember them."
The two exited the guest room, meeting up with Blaine, who was waiting in the hallway for them to emerge from the room, and together they walked down to the living room. Finn was sitting on the couch, none of the New Directions having arrived yet. Suddenly, the door rang, jolting all four of them out of their thoughts.
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