Blaine looked tired when Kurt saw him the following morning. "Are you alright?" he asked, perching in the chair next to his friend and looking at him in concern.
"Yeah, of course," Blaine replied, sitting up and smiling.
"Up late?" Kurt folded his arms in a mock-overbearing-parent sort of way.
Blaine laughed hollowly. "Messaging someone with no grasp of how to spell."
Kurt wasn't sure whether to feel sympathetic or jealous, but went with the former. "That's never conducive to your sanity."
"Exactly." The morning bell went as more boy filed into the room. Trent sat down next to Blaine and greeted the two of them with a "good morning" and a smile. Blaine leant a little closer to Kurt, and said quickly, "Listen, can you meet me in the Warblers' hall at lunch? I need to ask you something."
Kurt's stomach twisted in anticipation as he nodded in response, and Blaine smiled before turning around to talk to Trent. What could Blaine want to ask him that would take longer than the length of first break? He had a sudden vision of a steamy make-out session on the sofa in the Warblers' hall, but shook his head quickly to clear it. Stop it, he scolded himself.
But he continued to daydream right up until the moment that he noticed Blaine standing up to leave and did likewise. Blaine was still talking about something, and Trent looked thoughtful.
"What's going on?" Kurt asked.
Blaine turned to him and hesitated. "Can I tell you when I see you?" he asked. "It's kind of a long story."
A long story that Trent already knows, Kurt thought huffily. And evidently won't involve a steamy make-out session. "Yeah," he replied quickly. "I'll meet you later."
Blaine smiled charmingly and patted Kurt on the shoulder in thanks and as a goodbye before heading up the stairs with Trent , leaving Kurt alone in the busy corridor.
Kurt was a little distracted up until lunchtime. It was lucky that Blaine had asked to meet him then because his Spanish teacher had held him back at break to check that he was following everything okay.
"It's probably a little different to your last school," she'd said, obviously meaning "more advanced".
"Yeah, it is," Kurt had agreed. "But I've got Rosetta Stone at home, so I'm fine. Thank you."
Now, Kurt was making his way to the Warblers' hall, painfully nervous and confused. He pushed open the door and saw the room, dark and empty. He turned on the light, sat down, and waited. Given that he and Blaine were, he assumed, still on for a rehearsal after school, he'd been planning to do some homework in the break. After a few moments, he sighed and took it out his bag. Maybe Blaine could help him with it when he came in.