After all the excitement, the weekend flew by quickly. Blaine had headed home on Friday night after some hinting from Burt (much to Kurt's dismay), and Kurt himself had decided to stay, for Saturday and the majority of Sunday, holed up in his room. He'd finished a lot of homework and caught up on the most recent 'Top Model' episodes, reorganised his hat collection and given himself a mini-facial.
By the time Monday and school came, Kurt was feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world, which was extremely helpful.
The first Warblers meeting of the week had been Wes giving one extremely long pep-talk, and had finished with him reading out the song suggestion that had been offered up by various Warblers.
Once they'd reached Thursday though, the rehearsal for Blaine and Kurt were stretching late into the evenings. Not only did they have to learn their parts and choreography for the Warblers' backing singing for a selection of the acts, but they had to learn their own solo parts and work out moves for them and rest of the Warblers.
Kurt thoroughly enjoyed every second of it, savouring the respect and admiration he felt sure he was receiving from the other Warblers and wishing he could see Rachel's face now that he had the lead. He and Blaine worked spectacularly well together, of that he was sure.
7:30pm came and Wes finally decided to call time. "You've been absolutely brilliant, guys, so thank you for all your hard work over the past week. Tomorrow, we have no rehearsal, so get some sleep! Get lots of sleep. Saturday is obviously the day of the fête, so we're meeting here at midday for a dress rehearsal ready for the evening."
There were some murmurs that Wes had been understood, and the boys started to leave.
Kurt headed to the corner of the room where he'd left his bag, breathlessly reaching for his bottle of water and taking a few gulps.
"You were really good today," came a voice behind him. Kurt spun around and smiled when he saw Blaine.
"Thank you," he beamed. "As always, so were you."
Blaine grinned humbly and fiddled with his blazer button. "So, you seem to be settling in well. One the boys."
Kurt thought of the rest of the Warblers and nodded. "I think I've finally got the hang of how you guys work," he commented. "It's nice."
"Better than McKinley?" Blaine asked, eyebrows raised.
Kurt sighed. "Just different," he said. He didn't bother saying that Blaine was here so of course it was better.
Blaine nodded understandingly. "Are your old glee club coming to see your amazing star part?"
Kurt gasped, horrified. "I haven't even told them!" he cried, whipping out his phone and messaging Mercedes immediately. He distractedly noticed Blaine's quiet laugh and looked up to see Blaine lower his eyes, as though he hadn't been looking at him anyway. Kurt pursed his lips and sent his text to Mercedes.
Starring in Dalton's Christmas fete, wasn't to come see? Bring the NDs xx
"Right, done," Kurt said triumphantly, waving his phone in Blaine's face before putting it back in his pocket.
Blaine smiled and nodded, before glancing at his watch. "Gosh, I've gotta go!" he exclaimed. "I'm getting the bus tonight."
Kurt was about to offer Blaine a lift with him and his dad, but Blaine was gonna before he got the chance. He sighed and shouldered his satchel, heading out into the cold.