Day 11: Education
"You are much better than that girl's gonna be."
The words played on repeat in Kurt's mind as he went about his nightly skincare routine. He hadn't really had the time to process everything that had happened that afternoon until now. Blaine had sought him out while he was studying and asked for his help in rehearsing a song – not just any song, mind you. A very flirty Christmas song.
It was over all too quickly, and then there was a look…he didn't think he had imagined it. There was a look and a moment, and then Blaine was gone, but not before saying, "You are much better than that girl's gonna be."
All of a sudden, Blaine was gone and Mr. Schue, of all people, was in front of him. Heart still pounding and head still spinning, he heard himself telling his former choir teacher that he was in love with the boy who just left. He wasn't able to stop the words from coming out, but he did his best to at least sound nonchalant about it, for whatever that was worth.
The afternoon passed in helping Mr. Schue shop for a gift for Sue Sylvester, then he had dinner, then homework (back to Charlemagne again). But now, all was quiet and he could take his time to go over every second of his encounter with Blaine, from the second he walked in with his boom box to the second he left. It was a memory he was happy to revisit over and over.
Dalton had been an adjustment. He meant it when he told Schue that the classes were harder, but the kids were kinder. For the first time in years, he felt like he was getting a decent education. But maybe math and history and science weren't all he was going to learn at Dalton. Maybe this was where he'd learn what it was like to really be in love – and even to have someone love him in return.
As he drifted off to sleep, humming "Baby It's Cold Outside" quietly, Kurt smiled to himself at one final, indulgent thought: if Blaine gave him a chance, he'd definitely be much better than that girl was gonna be.
A/N: I had the absolute worst time with this. I'm still not happy with it, but I wanted to get something written in the hopes of getting some kind of momentum going.