Kurt knew that there was something Blaine wasn't telling him, but felt content enough that the other boy had just told him that, rather than lying to create a terrible spiral of lies like he saw every week on TV. And, however, much he wanted to know all Blaine's secrets, he respected his privacy and decided not to press the subject.
Besides, all of his spare time had been commanded by the Warblers and their endless Sectionals rehearsals; he felt like he was being tested, and tried his hardest to keep up – which he felt he did admirably. He and Blaine spent their lunchtimes in the Warblers' hall, going over choreography again and again and singing until their throats hurt. Kurt's evenings had also been lost: when he wasn't working through his stack of homework, he was catching up with Mercedes or discussing Broadway musicals with Rachel.
Sectionals was creeping up on everyone very quickly, and Rachel was still furious at her lack of a solo.
"To be fair, Rachel," Kurt argued for the umpteenth time down the phone, "you do always get the solo."
"Because I always deserve it!" Rachel retorted. "And no offence to Quinn, but do you really think she's going to carry us to victory?" She paused. "I mean... the New Directions."
It still pained Kurt to be away from McKinley, and he smiled sadly. "Well, good to know you think the Warblers are going to beat you," he teased. The clock caught his eye. "Oh – I've got to go," he said quickly. "I can't get behind on my moisturising regimen the day before Sectionals."
Rachel laughed. "Okay, Kurt. See you tomorrow."
Kurt goodnight to his dad, Finn and Carole, and headed upstairs to bed.
But the morning brought with it pre-performance butterflies and Kurt found himself dreading the evening. Even though, he thought, I'm much better rehearsed than we were for last year's Sectionals. He didn't feel in sync with the Warblers, he realised. He hadn't quite come to accept that it was his new home and he didn't feel confident.
It kept him on edge all day. Surprisingly, there were no rehearsals scheduled for today (the idea being to relax) which didn't help Kurt feel any better.
"Kurt, you're white as a sheet," Blaine noticed when the two met at lunch. "Do you need to go to the nurse?"
Kurt took a breath and shook his head. "I think I'm just nervous," he replied, but he did feel a bit ill when he came to think of it.
Blaine clapped a hand round Kurt's shoulder in a friendly fashion. "You should eat something," he advised. Kurt nodded and let himself be led to the cafeteria.
By the time the Warblers arrived for Sectionals, Kurt had to admit he felt better. Being part of a choir, despite the fact that the Warblers weren't yet aware enough of his outstanding talent, was nice and it gave him a chance to see all his McKinley friends.