Student Orientation - Day 5

Good morning students. Orientation week is now coming to an end, and soon the semester will start. Every Friday, buses are available to allow you to go home and see your family and friends if you wish. Your bus is:

Lima via Marysville, Bellefontaine & Uniopolis

Highway 3, I-270, Highway 33, Marysville, Highway 33, Route 540, Bellefontaine, Highway 68, Highway 33, Route 65, Uniopolis, Route 65, Lima

Leaves Dalton: 17.00 Friday

Arrives in Lima (Town Square): 19.15 Friday

Leaves Lima (Town Square): 15.45 Sunday

Arrives at Dalton: 18.00 Sunday

Please note that buses will leave at specified times and tardiness could result in the bus leaving without you, hence it is advised you arrive at the bus at least 10 minutes before departure. Also please note that arrival times are estimated and traffic/road closures could alter your arrival time to your destination, whether during your travels home or back to Dalton.

Students staying on campus must inform the weekend boarding staff by Friday at 15.00 in order to ensure you are accounted for over the weekend in case of emergency.

You may be wondering what you have to look forward to during the semester to come, besides going to classes & partaking in extra-curricular activities. Here at Dalton Academy, we take pride in social events, whether internal, external and or with other high schools within our region. Upon the return of all buses this Sunday, there will be a new semester party in the boarding house's dining hall for all students, boarders or otherwise, running from 19.00 - 23.00 with lights out at 00.00 to allow all students to attend the party for its full duration.

Have a wonderful weekend,

Mr. H Thornton

Your Principal

"Kurt, please don't go. Stay here with me this weekend."

Kurt unzipped his bag and began to place his already worn clothes into his bag, which he had spent the last half an hour folding. He shook his head, "My dad is expecting me to go home this weekend. Plus, I'll have to wear the same outfits twice in a fortnight." Kurt physically shuddered at the thought.

Blaine whined, laying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, "But he'll have Finn to worry about. He won't even know you've stayed here."

Kurt chuckled, "You mean he won't notice that his son isn't there because his stepson's a handful? I don't think it works like that. I'm sorry, but I have to go." Kurt stood up straight and looked over at Blaine, admiring his toned chest through his thin white t-shirt. He said weakly, Blaine unable to hear him, "You could come with me."

Blaine rolled over to look at Kurt, "What was that? I didn't hear you."

Kurt shook his head, and returned to his wardrobe, folding his uniform so that he could wash it whilst at home, "Forget it. I'm being ridiculous." Blaine stood up and walked over to Kurt, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt said in a sing-song voice, "It doesn't matter."

Blaine replied, tilting his head towards Kurt's neck, his warm breath dancing on his pale skin, "Kurt, if you said it, then it matters. Ridiculous or not, anything you say matters, at least to me."

Kurt relaxed into Blaine's arms, dropping one of his uniform shirts, cringing a bit at the idea of creases in his clothes, despite already wearing it, "I was just saying maybe you could come with me." He paused and then began to stutter, "I- I- I mean not necessarily this week but maybe sometime before fall break or something. I just- I mean- I don't want to leave you but I also can't not see my dad."

Blaine smiled, before pressing a kiss to the back of Kurt's neck, "Maybe you should tell your dad about me first, and then wait until fall break. My brother is filming in Miami that week so I'm planning on staying at Nick's in Bellefontaine, but I'm sure we can work something out."

Kurt turned around in Blaine's arms, staring into his golden eyes, "You sure you'd be able to put up with Finn for a whole week?"

Blaine smiled wider, "I honestly surprised you aren't freaking out at me basically forcing myself on you for fall break."

Kurt sighed, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder, "I know we've only been seeing each other for a day and a half, and maybe we're going faster into this than we should be, but for now it feels right." He lifted his head up to look into Blaine's eyes once more, noticing bronze speckles in amongst the gold, "Plus, I don't think I'm going to be able to survive one weekend without you, never mind a whole week."

Blaine pressed his lips briefly against Kurt's, "Do you think your dad would be okay with it?"

Kurt nodded, biting his bottom lip, "He's very understanding. At first he might disagree, but he'll come round if I explain everything to him."

Blaine grinned as he leant closer again, his lips ghosting over Kurt's once more, "Everything? You're going to tell him about every single time I've kissed you?"

Kurt whispered against the other boy's lips, sending a chill down Blaine's spine, "Okay, maybe not. But I'll talk to him about our situation... Over the next couple of weeks. I'll tell him about you this weekend, build up a good reputation for you, and I'll ask when he knows more about you."

Blaine grazed his lips against Kurt's preparing to kiss him, when suddenly their bedroom door swung open, causing them to both jump back from each other, and Kurt to fall into his open wardrobe, bruising his back as he hit the hard wood. Sam yelled after Finn as he walked in, "Finn Christopher Hudson! You're gonna have to face the cinnamon challenge!"

He replied, panicked, "I think this is void of the cinnamon challenge forfeit!"

Finn's eyes were wide with worry. Kurt pushed himself up from the wardrobe, becoming extremely aware of the pain as he flinched with every movement. Blaine extended a hand and pulled Kurt up, pulling him in for an apologetic hug for letting go of him so suddenly.

Finn stood in silence, phone in hand, unable to put his thoughts into words. Kurt slowly walked towards him and took the phone from his hand, Finn not protesting in the slightest as he sat on one of the desk chairs, his knees unable to support him any longer. Kurt had no idea what would make Finn burst in like this, but he knew that what was on his phone screen was the answer.

Kurt looked at the lit-up screen and read the open text, before covering his mouth and letting the phone slip from his hand onto the floor in shock:

From: Dave Karofsky
Guess who got a late admission into Dalton? Hope your gaylord stepbrother is planning on blending in more here, or else he's in for a ride this year - Karofsky

Finn and Kurt stared at each other for a few long seconds, before Kurt said weakly, "I thought I was free from bullies here."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand from behind, trying desperately to figure out what was happening, "Kurt?"

Kurt turned to face Blaine, "This kid, Karofsky... He's been giving me crap since freshman year and... he's got in on a late admission-"

Blaine pointed out, "0% tolerance on bullying here."

Kurt tried to hold back his tears, "That won't stop him."

Finn stood up, "I don't want to seem like your shield, dude, but we'll protect you."

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Finn, and if looks could kill, Finn would have been a corpse on the floor, "I can take care of myself. I thought we went through this last year, Finn. I'm not a damsel in distress. I just don't resort to physical contact and violence to sort my differences."

Finn took a step back, "Jesus, I'm sorry. I just- I'll be here for moral support, okay? I know it's gonna be tough. I'll help in any way you want. Just tell me what you want and I'll help the best I can."

Kurt nodded, tears welling up in his eyes, "I need a minute."

He ran out the door and down the corridor towards the bathroom. He heard someone shout after him, someone he wished would follow him even though he was running away as fast as his legs would allow, "Kurt! Wait!"

But he kept on running, waiting until he was away from everyone, from everything before he could let his true feelings escape, even if deep down he wanted to be found.

Blaine walked into the first floor bathroom, unsure as to whether or not Kurt had actually ran off here. He yelled, panicked, "Kurt! Kurt, you in here?" Suddenly, he heard a deep breath, "Nice try for trying to stay quiet, babe. Come on. I want to help."

Blaine stood by the door for a few seconds, before he heard a cubicle lock being slid across and one of the doors opening. Kurt slowly walked out, wiping his tears away against his shirt sleeve. He looked at himself in a mirror before walking back into the cubicle and locking the door. Blaine ran over to the cubicle and knocked on the door, "Kurt!"

Kurt sniffed and replied through laboured breaths, "I don't want you to see me like this."

Blaine sighed deeply, "Babe, I want to help." Kurt chuckled slightly, before Blaine continued, "What?"

He heard Kurt murmur almost inaudibly, "Where has babe come from? That's two times in one minute."

Blaine could feel a blush creeping into his cheeks, "That's unimportant right now, ba- Kurt. Just come out here." There was a few seconds of silence before he added, "I climbed out of one of these once, you know? A lock got stuck last year. I'm pretty sure I could do it in reverse and climb in if you don't come ou-"

The door opened again. This time, Blaine was faced with a teary Kurt, but he was smiling for some reason, almost as if that one comment had cheered Kurt up a little. Blaine couldn't find any words to reassure his roommate, so instead settled for pulling him into a hug, making Kurt sob all over again. Blaine whispered, "Sssshhh! I know. It's okay. Let it out."

The bathroom door swung open. Blaine pushed Kurt back a little and closed the cubicle door, leaning against it so that whoever had just entered wouldn't come in. Kurt kept quiet, whilst still letting his tears fall down his cheeks and onto his white shirt sleeve, leaving a horrible wet stain. Sam's voice echoed around the room, "Kurt, Blaine, you in here?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt who shook his head, waiting for Sam to leave before he explained himself. They heard the door open and close again, leaving them alone in the bathroom once more. Kurt smiled once more, "I'm glad you came and found me, you know?"

Blaine pulled Kurt into another hug, "I will always come find you. Now, are you going to tell me why this has upset you so much?"

Kurt shuddered at the memories of Karofsky tormenting him, "I was just hoping that I finally managed to get away from all the arse holes. But now- I'm just tired of having to defend myself and having people think they should defend me."

Blaine wiped his thumb under Kurt's eye, catching the remaining tears as he did. He then grabbed the hem of Kurt's shirt, causing Kurt to protest and bat his hands away, "What are you doing?"

Blaine informed calmly, "Kurt, chill out. I'm just checking your bruises. You did hit the back of that wardrobe pretty hard."

Kurt nodded for Blaine to go ahead and turned around so that it would make it easier for Blaine to see the bruises. Blaine hitched the hem of Kurt's shirt up his back, flinching slightly at the sight before him. Whilst he was slightly aroused by how well defined Kurt's back muscles were, with shadows casting down on Kurt's pale skin into the crevices his muscles formed on his skin, it was ruined by several patches of purple, blue, red and brown which had formed all over his back as a result of slamming into the wood. Blaine sighed, "I'm so sorry I let go. I promise you I won't let go again."

Kurt chuckled lightly, a little more at ease than he had been when Blaine had entered the bathroom, "I'm sorta hoping that has a double meaning."

Blaine dropped Kurt's shirt from his hands and wrapped his arms around his waist, lightly placing kisses down his neck in between each word, "Let's... not... jump... into... this... any... quicker... than... we... already... have." He rested his forehead against Kurt's temple, "Someday though, I want to be able to call you my boyfriend. But right now, I want to make sure that this Karofsky doesn't give you a hard time."

Kurt turned around and beamed at Blaine, "Do you really mean that? Wanting to call me your boyfriend?"

Blaine smiled, "If that's okay with you."

Kurt nodded and threw a hug around Blaine, "It's more than okay."

Blaine had walked with Kurt and the others across campus to say goodbye, before they got on the bus to go back to Lima for the weekend. Kurt and Blaine both stood outside the bus, embracing each other as if this was the last time they would ever see each other. Joe said as he stepped onto the bus, "It's a weekend, guys. You'll survive."

Blaine rolled his eyes and tightened his hug around Kurt, unable to believe that a week ago he didn't even know the boy he had admitted to wanting to be his boyfriend. Blaine leant back slightly to look into Kurt's eyes, "You have my number. Text me during the weekend, yeah?"

Kurt nodded and smiled, "At what point would I not? I miss you already and you're still in my arms."

Blaine grinned widely briefly, before leaning in to kiss Kurt, his lips curved into a smile as they moved in sync with Kurt's lips, unable to find any will power to pull away. He still didn't think it was right to add any tongue to the kiss, almost certain that the feeling was mutual, so he just settled for allowing Kurt to pull his bottom lip out slightly as they pulled away. Kurt smiled, "Do you want anything from the outside world?"

Blaine chuckled slightly, letting his head fall forward onto Kurt's shoulder, "Actually if you wouldn't mind getting the newest edition of Vogue for me, and some snacks for us to eat in the evenings. Oh, and bring some DVDs or something so when we finish our homework, we can sit and watch them."

"You just want an opportunity to snuggle up to me, don't you Anderson?" Kurt gave him a flirtatious wink as a part of his response.

Blaine nodded excitedly, "Don't even care that you caught me red-handed."

Finn walked past them and onto the bus, "Kurt, come on. The bus is gonna leave in a minute."

Kurt released his grip from around Blaine, "I'll text you in a second."

Blaine nodded in response and took Kurt's hand briefly, "I won't answer straight away. Texting and driving is dangerous."

Kurt chuckled, "So you're being responsible now?"

Blaine smiled, "To tell you the truth, I was just trying to impress you."

Kurt planted a peck onto Blaine's cheek before replying, "You never needed to. You had me interested from 'My name's Blaine'."

Blaine bit his lip, "Well, I didn't know." He briefly paused before continuing hesitantly, "You don't want the bus to leave without you. Get going."

Kurt nodded and turned to walk up the bus steps. He looked over his shoulder, "Bye Blaine. Miss you already."

Blaine replied sincerely, "Miss you too. See you on Sunday."

And with that, Kurt disappeared around the corner onto the bus. The windows were tinted, unable to be seen through from the outside, so although Blaine desperately tried to find Kurt on the bus, there was no hope. Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He fumbled as he pulled it out to see a text message appear on his screen:

From: Kurt Hummel
Should I bring my Harry Potter box set back with me? - K xoxox

Blaine smiled at the text and replied:

To: Kurt Hummel
Only if you'll protect me from Voldermort - B xoxox

From: Kurt Hummel
He's not gonna jump out the screen, Blaine. It's a movie. Not real life. - K xoxox

To: Kurt Hummel
So waiting all these years for my Hogwarts letter has been wasted time? Damn! That's annoying - B xoxox

From: Kurt Hummel
Yeah, you goofball! You're also wasting your time standing outside the bus, waiting for it to go. I can see you, you know? - K xoxox

To: Kurt Hummel
Figured you might be able to. Want to wave you goodbye as the bus leaves - B xoxox

Blaine didn't have to wait any longer. The bus door closed shut automatically, and the engine roared with more energy than before as the driver put it into drive. It began to drive off out of the car park, Blaine waving as it did, before he was deserted by the Lima bus, and although many other students were walking to their buses and congregating in the car park to see their friends off or to wait for their parents to pick them up, Blaine felt alone. At least he had some of his Warbler friends to go back to, even if half of them had left to go see their families this weekend. But there was a pit in his stomach he couldn't explain, and he wanted it to go away.

Hey Cooper,

Haven't heard from you since I returned to Dalton. I'm assuming that means you're too busy filming in Toronto to text or email me, so I thought I'd get the email ball rolling.

Speaking of filming, how is the filming for that motorbike advert going? Hope you haven't injured yourself by being stupid and doing tricks. I know what you're like, so it wouldn't surprise me if you are in the ER whilst I'm typing this email.

Okay, Coop, I need to tell you something, and who knows when I'm going to get to talk to you over the phone or face-to-face, so I'm going to tell you on here, and if you have any strong opinion against it, I'm sure I'll get a response in some way. I always do. And after Jamie, I wouldn't be surprised if I got a response.

You know how you were telling me the whole gay thing is a phase? Well, Coop, it's 3 years since my first kiss (which you and I both know I initiated with a guy), okay? I had a crush on Wes last year, and you told me that I had given up on girls because I was at an all-male school, and this will probably involve the same argument.

But basically, there's this guy called Kurt, who I met on Monday. He's my roommate and he's amazing and well, I... I've been flirting with him and singing to him and playing piano with him and just hanging out with him too. But since Wednesday, some, er, intimate moments have been dotted around here and there. I know, Coop. You're going to tell me this is part of a phase, and that I'm being silly and that deep down I like girls like you do, and I don't want to disappoint you. But I don't get where you got this idea from. Mum and Dad are completely at ease with everything, and when I tell them about Kurt, it won't be any exception.

I just want to keep you up to date with my life, no matter how much you might disapprove, but we need to talk properly to catch up and to talk about any issues and conflicts we are having about certain aspects of our lives, so please reply, Cooper. Please. I know you might be mad at what I said above, but I want to be able to talk to you about it as if I did like girls. I want to know that we'll get through any disagreements. Just reply when you get out of the ER.

I love you, Cooper.

From, Blaine, your little brother.

"Dad, Carole, we're home."

It took Carole less than a second to appear from the kitchen, running up to hug her son and stepson, "Hello, boys. Your dad's still at the tyre shop. Something about a bus having punctures in all four tyres."

Finn replied, "Yeah, that was our bus. There was a police spike trap, which the bus driver didn't notice. Clearly a high speed chase happening nearby otherwise why would it have been there?"

Kurt snorted as Finn had rambled on. Finn looked down at him and narrowed his eyes, "What?"

Kurt replied, "You, rambling on about how it might have been to do with a high speed chase. I think it's obvious so there's no need to mention it."

Finn rolled his eyes, "I'm borderline mentioning Blaine to Mum now." He paused, his eyes widening as Kurt hit him across the stomach. He deserved it and he knew it. He continued, "Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to actually say anything."

Carole gave Finn a knowing look, "How about you go put your dirty clothes into the hamper, honey? I'll take it from here."

Finn didn't hesitate. He grabbed his bag and carried it upstairs as quickly as he could, and disappeared off down the upstairs landing. It wasn't until Carole heard a slam of his bedroom door above them that she decided to ask, "So, who's Blaine?"

Kurt looked down at his feet, hoping his blushing wasn't noticeable, "He's just my roommate. We're friends. I mean, we have to be, don't we? Otherwise it would make our year hell."

Carole used an accusing tone, dragging out each sound in his name, "Kuuuurrrttt..."

Kurt gave in, looking at her directly in her emerald green eyes, ones filled with love for him, despite not being her birth son, "Alright, alright. We're not boyfriends. But we are seeing each other. He kind of serenaded me, and I can't stop thinking about him. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Carole nodded, causing Kurt to raise an eyebrow, "Why would you want to know that?"

She stretched a hand out and placed it on Kurt's shoulder, "Because, honey, I wanted to know that things were going your way for once."

Kurt smiled, before remembering who texted Finn earlier that day. His smile faded, "I don't think we'll get as far as calling each other 'boyfriend' though."

Carole sighed disappointedly, "Why's that?"

A glint of fear shone through Kurt's eyes, "Karofsky got into Dalton under the late admissions scheme."

Blaine and Thad sat in Wes' and Thad's room, Wes nowhere to be seen and probably at home for the weekend. Blaine had told Thad everything about the situation between Kurt and Karofsky, as much as he knew anyway. He needed advice on how he could help Kurt without him knowing and Thad was the most sensible and thoughtful person he knew.

Blaine sighed, "I don't know what to do. He seems so worked up about this Karofsky kid. He thinks that he's gonna get bullied here like back at McKinley, and it hurts that I can't convince him otherwise."

Thad shifted uncomfortably, "Blaine, I'm going to level with you. You get involved is probably gonna make everything worse. I mean, if it is homophobic behaviour like Kurt told you it is, then being with him and being there for him is going to put him more danger." Thad could see the hurt now in Blaine's eyes, "I know. You both like each other, and it will be hard, but for now, until you know what this Karofsky is capable of at least, you can't be with him. Not like that. Go back to being friends or something. Just don't put him in the firing line any more than he already is."

Blaine shook his head, "But, Thad, you don't get how difficult it is. Being gay. When you find someone who has mutual feelings, you do everything in your power to make it work. We don't take it for granted because of how rare it can be. Maybe, maybe I'm being selfish, but I know that putting it on hold is not an option I am willing to take, and I'm sure Kurt doesn't want to do that either."

Thad's eyes widened, "Calm down, Anderson. I'm just saying, wait a little. I get it. It's hard-"

Blaine stood up, a little angry at everything, "What kind of a world do we live in? Why do people have to be closed-minded? Why can't they see that a relationship between two gay guys is the same as a relationship between a guy and a girl? The only difference is, there are moments when we treasure more because they are harder to find. If anything that just makes it all the more romantic. Why don't I deserve that as much as the next guy?"

Thad sat forward and replied calmly, "You do, Blaine. Okay, how about this? Just don't flaunt what you and Kurt have. We'll all sort this Karofsky out and then you can reevaluate."

Blaine nodded, replying weakly, "Okay. Okay. So no affection outside our room. Got it."

Thad smiled, "You and Kurt. You make a cute couple you know."

Blaine turned away, a blush creeping up through his face, "I wouldn't call us cute." He turned around and folded his arms, leaning against one of the room's desk, "And we're not a couple. Yet."

Thad snorted in response, "Be honest. You're going to ask him to be your boyfriend at the party on Sunday." Blaine looked down at his feet, awkwardly shuffling them against the carpet. Thad's tone turned into shock, "I was calling your bluff. Are you actually?" Blaine nodded but didn't speak. Thad jumped up and flung his arms around Blaine, "I'm happy for you."

Blaine patted Thad on the shoulder, "You're more excited than I am about it."

Thad grinned, "Well, you deserve every bit of happiness and I'm happy you're trying to achieve it, no matter what is going on that might jeopardise it. Forget what I said about going back to being friends. Forget all of that. You deserve this happiness. You do. I'm not gonna let my wise words take that away from you. Go for it, man."

Blaine smiled back, "Thanks, Thad. That means a lot to me."

From: Cooper Anderson
Hey Blaine, got your email. You might be surprised to read what I'm about to type. I know I haven't been supportive of the whole gay thing, but I can honestly say I am happy for you, regardless of who it is. I'm happy that my little brother has found someone that seems to make him happy. Love you, lil bro - Coop

To: Cooper Anderson
Thanks Coop, that means a lot. How was the ER? - B

From: Cooper Anderson
... It was beautiful thank you... The nurses were really nice to me... It's annoying you know me well enough to know I would end up there... - Coop

To: Cooper Anderson
What can I say? You're my brother. Plus, you haven't exactly got an amazing track record when it comes to stunt adverts ;) - B

From: Cooper Anderson
I'll prove you wrong someday, lil bro. You'll see! - Coop

To: Cooper Anderson
I'll hold you to that, Coop - B

Kurt sat with his family to eat dinner that Saturday evening. Not much had happened over the weekend. He'd gone and done a bit of shopping, remembering to buy two copies of Vogue: one for him and the other for Blaine. He'd also bought a new outfit for the party the following night. Apart from that, he sat with his father, Carole and Finn in the living room, creating friendly conversation whilst lazing around in front of the TV all afternoon. A part of Kurt wondered if it would have been more exciting to stay at Dalton with Blaine, and he was almost certain it would have been, but this way he could bring back some of his things he meant to take with him, not to mention the list he had made since he returned home. Unfortunately, Mercedes had fallen ill as the week went on, and as much as Kurt suggested he went to visit her, Mercedes was insistent that he stayed away, making sure that he wouldn't make "lover boy" ill later in the week, so eventually Kurt settled for seeing Mercedes the following weekend instead.

Kurt still couldn't figure out how to tell his father about Blaine. What could he say? That he was falling for a guy he's not even known a week yet? That they're seeing each other on top of that? That he had this instant connection with Blaine, one which he couldn't explain?

He prodded at his peas, watching them twirling around in the remaining gravy on his plate as Finn and Burt discussed how they were going to see an ice hockey game during fall break, not that Kurt was paying all that much attention. He was a little worried about his father's reaction to his plans for fall break, but he knew that in time, he'd come around. That was, if Kurt ever figured out what to say to his dad about Blaine.

Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He didn't hesitate to slide it out into his hand, silently hoping that it was Blaine. His lips twisted into a genuine smile, which was difficult to achieve considering that he knew he'd be facing Karofsky once more as of tomorrow for a semester, because he was sure that Karofsky wouldn't survive more than that in a place like Dalton. It was far too sophisticated for a Neanderthal like Karofsky.

Kurt unlocked his phone to reveal what the text had to say:

From: Blaine Anderson
Okay, I have one! I hope you know CPR because you take my breath away ;) - B xoxox

To: Blaine Anderson
OMG! Hahahaha! Trying to hold back my laughter at the dinner table! That's the cheesiest pick up line either of us has texted all weekend, just saying! - K xoxox

From: Blaine Anderson
You loved it and you know it ;) - B xoxox

To: Blaine Anderson
I'll never reveal if I did or not ;) Okay, I have one. Did you have Lucky Charms for breakfast, because you look magically delicious ;) - K xoxox

"KURT ELIZABETH HUMMEL!"

Kurt jumped at his father's shout, his heart thumping wildly in his chest out of fright and because of Blaine's texts making his heart flutter. Burt was staring at Kurt, his eyes narrowed, his lips pursed, "You know the rule. No texting at the dinner table. Who's more important than your family anyway? You've been glued to your phone since you got here."

Kurt stuttered, "It- it- it's just my roommate, Dad."

Burt's eyes widened in realisation. Obviously, Carole had spoken to him. Burt dropped his cutlery and dabbed his mouth with his napkin before leaning across the table to talk to Kurt as Finn awkwardly shifted on his chair and gave his mother a pleading look to be excused, pretending he wasn't there. Carole shook her head and pointed at Finn's plate, causing Finn to continue eating, even though he felt awkward about Burt having this talk with Kurt in front of him.

Burt cleared his throat, "Look, Kurt. I've heard a little bit about this Blaine kid." Kurt raised an eyebrow at his father, confused as to how his father was using Blaine's name before he mentioned it, even though he knew Finn and or Carole had told him. Burt continued, "I've also heard that the feeling is mutual. Now I can't say I'm too happy about how quick I've heard it's been going and I don't want you to rush into something where you could end up getting hurt. Now I'm not saying you shouldn't give whatever's happening a go. I'm just saying you should maybe take it slower."

Kurt nodded in response, poking holes absentmindedly into his roast potatoes with his fork, "Okay, Dad. I'll take it slower. But, are you sure you're okay with me seeing someone?"

Burt shrugged and leant back in his chair, "My little boy has to grow up sometime, doesn't he?"

Kurt smiled sincerely, "Thanks, Dad, for being so understanding."

Burt wiggled his eyebrows, "That's quite alright, son. Now, finish your dinner and then you can text him, understood?"

Kurt nodded as he shoved a roast potato in his mouth, unable to care at his lack of manners although he mentally cringed inside, thinking that a combination of Blaine's and Finn's eating habits were rubbing off on him. But his mindset was also on finishing his meal as soon as he could so that way he could text Blaine sooner. He looked down at his phone once more before slipping it back in his jeans pockets:

From: Blaine Anderson
If kisses were snowflakes, I'd give you a blizzard xxxxxxxxxxx - B xoxox

Kurt smiled at that last text, knowing that Blaine was almost certainly telling the truth, and even though it was just another cheesy pick-up line like they had been texting each other for most of the day, Kurt thought it was also the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him. That text from Blaine made all of Kurt's worries about Karofsky disappear, knowing that when he got back to his Dalton bedroom, a blizzard would descend, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Kurt unlocked his bedroom door, unable to contain his excitement that he was finally back at Dalton. He had ran from the car park and across campus, deserting his friends in the process, because he was so excited to see Blaine again. He turned the doorknob and swung the door open, not even fully walking into the room before he was enveloped into a hug by Blaine. Kurt dropped his bag down by their feet before wrapping his arms around Blaine and then kicked the door shut with his foot. He chuckled softly as he kissed the top of the shorter boy's head, "Hey."

Blaine smiled up at him, "Hey. I missed you."

Kurt murmured happily, "I missed you too, Blaine. But I'm back now."

Blaine placed his head on Kurt's shoulder, "Never leave me again. This room was so lonely without you."

Kurt sighed, "I need to go home next weekend. Need to build up your reputation." Blaine looked up at him, his eyes filled with disappointment. Kurt briefly rubbed his nose against Blaine's as he answered Blaine's look, "Do you want to come over for fall break or not?"

Blaine nodded, "I do. Is it really necessary you go home every weekend before fall break though?"

Kurt half-smiled, torn between leaving Blaine here again and going home so that way he wouldn't have to go a week without him, "Probably. My dad's known to be stubborn when he's made up his mind, so I need all the time I can get to change his mind once I ask." Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, a flash of desire surging through Blaine's honey coloured irises as he did, "You can kiss me whenever you want, you know? I can tell you want to, and I certainly won't stop you."

Blaine grinned, not even caring that a blush was creeping into his cheeks at the same time. He repeated one of his text messages from the weekend, "If kisses were snowflakes, I'd give you a blizzard."

Kurt's heart threatened to leap out of his chest. He had imagined Blaine saying those words in his mind after reading it several times, but actually hearing Blaine say it when he had no idea just how much it meant to him made Kurt feel like he was flying high in the sky. Before he could reply, Blaine had finally pressed his lips against Kurt's, a smile forming on both sets of lips as the kiss drew on. Next thing Kurt knew, Blaine's tongue ran along his bottom lip, hinting that he wanted to try something new. Kurt didn't hesitate to let Blaine in, his tongue now dancing in rhythm with Blaine's. Kurt felt chills radiate through his body at the sensation, but these were shivers of pleasure, shivers which he never wanted to stop.

After a couple of minutes, they both pulled away simultaneously, both of them gasping for air. They stared at each other for a few moments, taking in the oxygen they desperately needed, watching each other's chests rise and fall in perfect synchronisation with their own. Kurt took in a deep breath and then was breathing at a normal pace, as if nothing had happened. Blaine on the other hand took in repeated deep breaths, still trying to regain air. Kurt chuckled slightly, "Well that was new."

Blaine stuttered through his heavy breathing, "Hopefully that won't be the last time either."

Kurt lightly brushed one of Blaine's curls off of his forehead and back into the gel to make it appear neat once again, "Maybe after you've regained some control over your lungs, Anderson. Otherwise I might have to perform CPR."

Blaine giggled lightly, causing Kurt's heart to do yet another somersault for at least the tenth time since he walked into the room alone, "Well, what can I say? You take my breath away."

Kurt placed a few light kisses to Blaine's jawline before pressing a gentle one to his lips, not deepening it in fear that Blaine's breathing might worsen and the CPR thing would no longer be a joke.

Kurt then asked, "You know what you said before that amazing kiss?"

Blaine smiled goofily, "What? If kisses were snowflakes, I'd give you a blizzard?"

"No one has ever said something so sweet to me in my entire life. That text put me in such a good mood that I don't care what the world throws at me, because at the end of the day, I know I'll get my blizzard." Kurt blushed slightly at the fact he had admitted that to Blaine.

Blaine cupped Kurt's cheek in his hand, "I didn't know that had such an impact." Kurt nodded before Blaine continued, "I promise you that that will always remain true."

And even though Blaine had only known Kurt for 6 days, he knew that every last syllable of his promise was something he'd never want to break.

Dear Journal,

As much as it pains me to say it, I'm bummed out that I'm getting ready for this party, because it means the semester is starting tomorrow. I thought I was excited for lessons and that summer vacation was boring me, but it couldn't be any further from the truth. I mean, yeah, I should be proud. I'm taking (amongst sophomore classes as well, obviously) AP English, AP Math, AP Geography and AP French, meaning that I'm mixed in with the junior year classes, but surely that means I'll have to work harder. Just, why? Wish I hadn't worked as hard as I did last year, but gotta live up to my parents' academic expectations of me.

At the same time though, I'm excited. I mean, since when has Blaine Devon Anderson passed off a good party? Never, that's when. A chance to have a good time after all. I can't wait for that. Have a good time with my friends: Warblers, McKinley transfers... Kurt.

I'm going to dance with him tonight, during a slow song or something, and at the end, I'm going to ask him if we can make it official, if we can start to call each other 'boyfriend', because I'd like that. I'd like it more than I'm willing to admit to anyone but myself.

I told him 'if kisses were snowflakes, I'd give him a blizzard' and I would. I don't think there's anything more truthful that I could say to him. Right now, I just haven't had the time to give him his blizzard, but I'm sure after the party, we'll come back, share a few kisses and then head to bed, completely in bliss of being each other's, assuming he agrees to making it official. Sugar honey ice tea, what if he rejects that idea? Gotta shake that thought away. The future's unknown; I know it's unknown. I just need to think positively about the unknown.

Anyway, my wardrobe isn't going to pick out an outfit for me and then dress me so must dash. I'll write later about how the party went.

- Blaine

Dear Journal,

'If kisses were snowflakes, I'd give you a blizzard.'

That sentence came out of his mouth today. It came out of his mouth and I have to go all 'keep calm and carry on' about it. I mean, I did tell him it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me, but it was more of a passing comment than anything. At least it felt like that to me. I don't think he meant anything by it, even though he promised me it would remain true, because he can't promise something like that if he isn't serious about what we have, and he wouldn't be already, would he? Sweet merciful lord, what if he is serious about us already? Granted, I've never been so sure of anything in my life, but what if he's thinking the same?

I WANT TO MAKE THIS OFFICIAL! I'm just going to come right out with it at the party tonight, under the disco ball, the bright lights, the loud party music. I'm going to ask him to be my boyfriend, and if he says no then I'll be cool with it because I gave it a try and we can just remain with whatever this is for now until he's certain about whether or not this is right for him. It's definitely right for me. Or maybe he just might not be ready yet... We'll see what happens.

One other thing I've learnt today, I packed too many party outfits to choose from. I've narrowed it down to smart black trousers, a low cut dark red shirt and a black scarf, or denim skinny jeans, low cut purple t-shirt and a black sweater, but I can't decide between the two. Would it be weird to ask Blaine for his opinion? Actually, he reads Vogue. He must have some fashionable eye of some sort. I'll ask him.

- Kurt

A/N: Seasons Greetings everyone. Hope you are all having a great day. Basically, I couldn't sleep last night because I'm one of those people who gets far too excited the night before Christmas and it takes me ages to be calm enough to sleep. So basically, I was up til 4 this fine Christmas morning, writing this chapter (and it helped that I had a brainwave meaning I could complete it without getting stuck).

So yeah, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you're having a great winter holiday, whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah or are just on a winter break. Surprisingly there were no songs in this chapter, but the next chapter's the party and possibly Warbler auditions so there will be plenty next chapter, or maybe the next two. PLEASE REVIEW!

Also I keep mentioning the cinnamon challenge - for all those who don't know what it is, it involves eating a teaspoon of cinnamon (DO NOT ACTUALLY TRY THIS - it's horrible; trust me, I've attempted it before). Anyway, I'm rambling. I'll stop talking now.

In short, Happy Holidays, hope you enjoyed the chapter, please review, and don't try the cinnamon challenge! - foreveragleek44