The Dalton Exchange Program Chapter 6: The Second Day, a glee fanfic

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This chapter is rated M

Chapter 6: The Second Day

The next morning, Blaine woke up at the same time as the day before. The couple got ready together, before climbing into the car and heading to school.

The two met Wes and Rachel in the parking lot, who turned to him shocked. "Kurt, I will never make your problems at this school easy again."

"What happened to him?" Kurt asked Rachel.

"He was slushied yesterday." She explained. "He also was freaking out over the lack of homework last night."

Kurt shook his head at his friend. "Let's just go into school."

He met Mercedes at her locker. "So, what are you planning for Mr. Schue's assignment?"

"Oh how I missed you asking me that white boy." She said, grinning. "But what I'm doing is a secret. You'll find out today."

Kurt pouted. "You won't even tell me, Cedes?"

"Nope." She shook her head. "Now, head to class."

Kurt frowned, but listened to his best friend. Halfway through class, Kurt got a text on his phone. Knowing the teacher didn't care, Kurt pulled his phone out.

It was from Artie, and was addressed to the New Direction boys and him and Blaine. The message read, "Come to the choir room at lunch, so we can figure out what our number is going to be. And yes, this includes you Blaine and Kurt."

That afternoon at lunch, Blaine and Kurt made their way to the choir room, finding everyone already there.

"Okay," Artie said, as they walked in. "We need to figure out a song to sing for tomorrow. Does anyone have any ideas?"

"How about With A Little Help From My Friends by the Beatles?" Finn suggested, Blaine nodding in agreement. "It's a classic everyone knows, and it's about friendship."

"That song is old." Puck protested. "We want a good song."

"Do you have any ideas Kurt?" Sam asked. It seemed that since he was back for the week, the boys were doing their best to include him, to make up for the last time.

Kurt shook his head. "You won't like my ideas."

"How about Friends by Why Don't We?" Blaine suggested. "It's a newer song that we can choreograph to, and it's about friends trying to find a place to have fun, which is sorta like the New Directions."

The other boys nodded, liking this idea. "I guess we have our song." Artie said. "Mike and Blaine, you can choreograph, Kurt, you've got costumes, and Finn, Sam, Puck, and I can take care of instruments."

"Sam, Puck, Blaine, and Kurt can take the solos." Mike suggested. "It fits their voices the best."

Finn grinned. "I guess we have our song then."

After the meeting, as everyone left the choir room, Kurt turned to his boyfriend. "They are finally including me."

"Maybe that feel bad after all this time, and are trying to make it up to you." Blaine said, nudging his boyfriend.

From around the corner, the boys who had been listening in, grinned. They really were making things better.

That afternoon, Kurt entered the choir room, eager to see what Mercedes had been hiding from him.

"Okay." Mr. Schue said, being the last one to enter the room, as always. "The girls wanted to perform first today, and they wanted to do so in the auditorium, so we'll head over there now."

Once the group had headed over to the auditorium and gotten settled, the six New Direction girls took their places on the stage, and the music started.

Tina:
He got down on one knee
But I said "No way!"
Packed my bags
And moved into a
Nu-nu-nunnery!
Joined the gospel choir
Our riffs were on fire
At the top of the charts
Is where I'm gonna stay

Brittany:
Henry sent me a poem
All about my green sleeves
I changed a couple words
Put it on a sick beat
The song blew their minds
Next minute I was signed
And now I'm writing lyrics
For Shakesy P

Rachel:
Since my first son
Our family's grown
We made a band
And got quite well known
You could perhaps call us
The Tudor Von Trapps
I'm just kidding
We're called the
Royalling Stones

All:
We're one of a kind
No category
Too many years
Lost in history
We're free to take
Our crowning glory
For five more minutes
We're SIX!

Quinn:
What a shame
Yeah, my face
It cost me the crown
So I moved to the
HAUS OF HOLBEIN
In my hometown
His mates were super arty
But I showed them how to party
Now on my tour of Prussia
Everybody "Gets down"

Santana:
Music man tried it on
And I was like "Bye!"
So I thought "Who needs him?
I can give it a try"
I learned everything
Now all I do is sing
And I'll do that until I die

Mercedes:
Heard all about these rockin' chicks
Loved every song
And each remix
So I went out and found them
And we laid down an album
Now "I don't need your love"
All I need is SIX!

All:
We're one of a kind
No category
Too many years
Lost in his story
We're free to take
Our crowning glory
For five more minutes
We're SIX!
Woah, woah
We're SIX!
Woooah, we're SIX
Woah, woah

For five more minutes
It's the end of the show
Of the historemix
We switched up the flow
And we changed the prefix
Everybody knows
That we used to be six wives
But we want to say
Before we drop the curtain
Nothing is for sure
Nothing is for certain
All that we know is that
We used to be six wives

But now we're one of a kind
No category
Too many years
Lost in history
We're free to take
Our crowning glory
For five more minutes...
We're one of a kind
No category
Too many years
Lost in history
We're free to take
Our crowning glory
For five more minutes
We're SIX!
Woah, woah
We're SIX!
Woooah, we're SIX
Woah, woah
For five, four, three
Two, one more minute

We're SIX!

The New Directions and Warblers broke into applause, as the girls finished.

"Well done." Mr. Schue applauded them. "That was a great song to kick off this week's lesson about friendship."

"Of course it was." Santana said, flipping her hair back. "It was our number."

"Moving on." Mr. Schue said, ignoring the Warblers who were gaping, shocked a student would treat a teacher this way. "Who is up next?"

"I told you before, that McKinley is very different from Dalton." Kurt told the shocked Warblers. "This is just another way."

"I would like to go first, Mr. Schue." Blaine said, shocking Kurt. His boyfriend never mentioned he was doing a song. "This is for you, Kurt." Blaine said, as he mounted the stage. "You may be my boyfriend now, but you are first and foremost, my best friend."

People are talking, talking 'bout people
I hear them whisper, you won't believe it
They think we're lovers kept under cover
I just ignore it but they keep saying
We laugh just a little too loud
Stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they're seein' something we don't, darling

Kurt stared up at Blaine, tears glimmering in his eyes. His boyfriend was serenading him with a song that described their relationship perfectly.

Let's give 'em something to talk about
Let's give 'em something to talk about
Let's give 'em something to talk about
How about love?

I feel so foolish, I never noticed
You'd act so nervous, could you be falling for me?
It took the rumor to make me wonder
Now I'm convinced I'm going under
Thinkin' 'bout you every day
Dream 'bout you every night
I'm hoping that you feel the same way
Now that we know it, let's really show it, darling

Suddenly, it hit Kurt. This was exactly what Blaine was feeling during Blackbird, before he was sure Kurt liked him back.

Let's give 'em something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out, babe
Let's give 'em something to talk about
How about love?

Let's give 'em something to talk about, babe
A little mystery to figure out
Let's give 'em something to talk about
How about love?

Ooh, listen to 'em baby
A little mystery won't hurt 'em
Let's give 'em something to talk about
How about our love, love, love, love

As Blaine finished and descended the stage, the emotion was too much for Kurt, and he ran to Blaine, crashing their lips together, amidst the cat calls and wolf whistles of their friends. After a few seconds, the boys pulled apart, blushing, and Kurt led Blaine, hand in hand, back to their seats.

Ignoring what just happened, Mercedes stood up and mounted the stage. "I would like to go next, Mr. Schue. This number is to thank all of you. You all have changed me so much, just by being my friend."

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea
I'll sail the world to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see
I'll be the light to guide you

Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need

You can count on me like 1, 2, 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it
I can count on you like 4, 3, 2
And you'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah

If you're tossin' and you're turnin'
And you just can't fall asleep
I'll sing a song beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Every day I will remind you

Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need

You'll always have my shoulder when you cry
I'll never let go
Never say goodbye

You can count on me cause I can count on you

As the group applauded, Mr. Schue once again asked. "Who would like to go next?"

Surprisingly, it was Puck who stepped up next. "This song is for Finn." He said, as he picked up his guitar, surprising the quarterback. "We used to be best friends. Then I caused your girlfriend to cheat on you, and got her pregnant, and made out with your other girlfriend. This is an apology."

As life goes on
I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility
And I realize that everything I do Is affecting the people around me
So I wanted to take this time out
To apologize for things that I've done
And things that haven't occurred yet
And things that they don't want to take responsibility for

I'm sorry for the times that I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I'm sorry for the times that I had to go
I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know
That you were sitting home, just wishing we
Could go back to when it was just you and me
I'm sorry for the times I would neglect
I'm sorry for the times I disrespect
I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done
I'm sorry I'm not always there for my girl
I'm sorry for the fact that I'm not aware
That you can't sleep at night when I am not there
Because I'm in the streets like every day
I'm sorry for the things that I did not say
Like how you are the best thing in my world
And how I'm so proud to call you my girl

Puck sang the last line, directed at Quinn, who blushed.

I understand there are some problems
And I'm not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you
Even though you might not show
If I can apologize for being wrong
Then it's just a shame on me
I'll be the reason for your pain
And you can put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me

I'm sorry for the things that he put you through
And all the times you didn't know what to do
I'm sorry that you had to go and sell those bags
Just tryin' to stay busy 'til you heard from Dad
When you would rather be home with all your kids
As one big family with love and bliss
And even though pops treated us like kings
He got a second wife and you didn't agree
He got up and left you there all alone
I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own
I'm sorry that I went and added to your grief
I'm sorry that your son was once a thief
I'm sorry that I grew up way too fast
I wish I would've listened and not be so bad
I'm sorry that your life turned out this way
I'm sorry that the feds came and took me away

I understand that there are some problems
And I'm not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you
Even though you might not show
If I can apologize for being wrong
Then it's just a shame on me
I'll be the reason for your pain
And you can put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me
Said you could put the blame on me
You could put the blame on me

I'm sorry that it took so long to see
That they were dead wrong tryin' to put it on me
I'm sorry that it took so long to speak
But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani
I'm sorry for the hand that she was dealt
For the embarrassment that she felt
Just a little young girl tryin' to have fun
Her daddy should've never let her out that young
I'm sorry for Club Zen getting shut down
I hope they manage better next time around
How was I to know she was underage?
In a 21-and-older club they say
Why doesn't anybody wanna take blame?
Verizon backed out, disgracing my name
I'm just a singer tryin' to entertain
Because I love my fans I'll take that blame

Even though the blame's on you
Even though the blame's on you
Even though the blame's on you
I'll take that blame from you
And you can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me
You can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me

As Puck returned to his seat, amidst the applause of the group, Mr. Schue stood up and started to hand out sheet music. "Here is the music for Just the Way You Are. Does anyone have any suggestions for soloists?"

"How about Blaine, Kurt, Santana, Sam, and Rachel?" Mike suggested. "It seems to fit their voices the best."

"Any objections?" Mr. Schue asked. The silence in the auditorium was evidence enough. "Okay, I guess we have our soloists."

After rehearsal, Blaine and Kurt headed towards Kurt's car. Once they were out of sight of everyone, Kurt pushed Blaine into the side of his car, and crashed their lips together in a needy kiss.

"Are... you... gonna... explain... what... happened... back... there...?" Blaine asked, between gasps.

"Your song." Kurt said, as if that explained everything.

"What about my song, Kurt?" Blaine asked, eyebrow raised.

"It made me realize how much you matter to me." Kurt explained, still peppering kisses on Blaine's neck. "How much I love you." Kurt stared up at Blaine through his eyelashes, eyes wide with worry, wondering what Blaine's reaction would be.

Blaine's eyes softened. "I love you too Kurt." Before kissing him more passionately than ever.

Kurt pushed Blaine into the car, before jumping into the driver's seat. "No one is going to be at home. Finn is at Puck's, Thad is with Wes and David, and Carole and Dad are at work. Do you want to go further?" He asked Blaine, eyes wide.

Blaine nodded. "Let's not go all the way yet, but I'm okay with a little more. Now drive."

Kurt pulled out of the parking lot, racing towards his house. When they got home, the two boys stumbled upstairs, Kurt shutting the door partway, so if someone came home, they could hear. Kurt pushed Blaine down onto the bed, straddling him. Blaine went to pull off his shirt, but Kurt stopped him.

"No. I want to do it."

Kurt yanked Blaine's shirt off, peppering kisses onto Blaine's neck. He attached his mouth to Blaine's pulse point, and began to suck, creating a hickey, and causing Blaine to let out a wonton moan.

Blaine reached up and pulled off Kurt's shirt, discarding it forgottenly to the side. Now both boys were shirtless. Kurt reached down to unbutton Blaine's pants, looking at Blaine first, who gave him a nod. Kurt pulled the zipper down, letting his hand brush over Blaine's hardness, causing him to moan. After some struggling, Kurt got Blaine's pants down, leaving the other boy only in his boxers.

Blaine reached up and pulled down the zipper on Kurt's pants, brushing over his hardness too, and causing Kurt to moan. After much shimmying, Kurt's pants were discarded, and the two boys were in their boxers. The two boys looked at one another for a second, before meeting in a needy kiss. Kurt opened his mouth, allowing Blaine's tongue to explore his mouth and moans to come from him.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's ass and pulled him closer until their bodies touched, the only separation between the two were their boxers. Blaine became to grind against Kurt, causing moans from both boys. After a few minutes, the two pulled apart. Blaine looked hesitantly at Kurt, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of Kurt's boxers. When Kurt made no protest, Blaine pulled them down and was able to look at his boyfriend fully for the first time, causing a gasp.

Kurt looked at him in concern, afraid Blaine didn't like what he saw. "What's wrong?"

Blaine shook his head. "Nothing is wrong. You're just so beautiful."

"You really think so?" Kurt asked, blushing.

Blaine nodded. "Yes. And I'm going to show you how much you mean to me. You don't have to do anything, just lay back and I'll make you feel good."

Kurt settled back on the pillows and Blaine grabbed his cock, making Kurt gasp at the pleasure. Slowly at first, but getting faster and faster as Blaine gained confidence, he began to stroke Kurt. Kurt moaned as the pleasure built up, and pressure began to build up.

"Blaine... I'm not going to... last long..." He gasped.

Blaine silenced him with a kiss. "That's okay. It's your first time. We'll have plenty of practice."

With a silent cry, Kurt shot out ribbons of cum, coating Blaine's stomach, and collapsed back onto the pillows.

"You rest. It must have been exhausting your first time." Blaine said, giving him a kiss.

But Kurt shook his head. "No. You must be really uncomfortable. Let me make you feel the same way you made me feel."

Kurt hooked his fingers in the waistband of Blaine's boxers and pulled them down, gasping.

"What is it?" Blaine asked, concerned.

"Nothing." Kurt shook his head. "You are just so beautiful and I'm glad I'm the only one who gets to see you like this."

Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock and began to stroke, slowly at first but then getting faster and faster. The only sounds in the empty house were Blaine's moans as Kurt built him up, closer and closer to release.

"Kurt..." Blaine gasped out. "I'm not going to last long."

Kurt silenced him with a kiss. "That's okay. Just let yourself go."

With a silent cry, Blaine reached orgasm, shooting ribbons of cum onto Kurt's stomach. Kurt grabbed some tissues and cleaned the two of them off, before collapsing under the covers, Blaine's arm wrapped around his shoulder.

When Carole peeked in, she smiled. She wasn't stupid, it was obvious from the scattered clothes what had happened. She silently picked up their clothes and put them in the hamper, there was no reason for Burt to know. She knew the boys loved each other, and they would never pressure each other into anything. And for her, that was all that was important.

Songs Used:
With A Little Help from My Friends: The Beatles (mentioned)
Friends: Why Don't We (mentioned)
Six: Cast of Six
Something To Talk About: Bonnie Raitt
Blackbird: The Beatles (mentioned)
Count on Me: Bruno Mars
Sorry, Blame it on Me: Akon
Just the Way You Are: Billy Joel (mentioned)

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