A/N: Firstly, I would like to take the time to thank everyone for the lovely reviews I have been getting for The Future's Unknown. I'm glad to hear you are all enjoying it and have also been trying to take any thoughts and suggestions into account. I hope you continue to enjoy reading it. Okay, songs (add these to youtube . com URL) First one (sung by Kurt) is Dream Catch Me by Newton Faulkner (imagining it an octave higher will help as well) - /watch?v=rE-Why8N2I0. Second song (sung by Sebastian - yes, he's turning up in this chapter) is Tonight (I'm Loving You) by Enrique Iglesias (skip to 1:20 - I also mixed the lyrics up a little for context purposes) - /watch?v=yVePB3Qepzo. ENJOY THE CHAPTER! PLEASE REVIEW!

Dear Mum and Dad,

I haven't heard much from you recently. I know you're really busy and that the development for a cancer cure is a huge project, but I feel like I'm disconnecting you from my life. So I thought I would send you an email to touch base, let you know how things are back here in Ohio.

Not sure if Coop has been in touch, but he went to the ER again after filming for a Harley-Davidson motorbike advert (his career is really taking off now - I'm really proud of him). Anyway, his injuries are nothing serious; he just has a scrape on his leg apparently but I haven't seen him since the incident to know the extent of it.

Right, what's been going on with me? Well, I'm back at Dalton. Thank you for continuing to pay my tuition fees to be here, and I can assure you I won't let you down. I will keep that grade point average at least as high as 4.0 but I will try to get it to the maximum of 5.0, which I can do considering I'm taking some AP classes this year. I love it here. I really do. I can't thank you enough.

What else? Ah, yes. Don't get mad, okay? This was beyond my control. I'm no longer roommates with Jeff (the blonde guy you met when you came home for a week at the beginning of summer vacation). I know you guys think he's a good influence on me, and yes he probably is, but the school had to switch everything around because of another school closing down and a bunch of their "misfit" students were all transferring together, so the school wanted it to be easier for them. (I don't see how they were even considered misfits by their previous school; they're all really friendly and lovely guys who have a lot of interesting things to say and discuss)

My new roommate is Kurt. He's one of the transfers. The unlucky odd one out. I mean, he must be if he's been assigned a room with me. He's great. In fact, he's more than great.

Okay, this is the awkward bit. I have a boyfriend now. Coop said he was okay with it and I told him you would be too, but I doubt you actually will be. I know you just pretend that your son being gay is okay. I know. I'm sorry. It's not my choice. Being gay just happens. Please tell me you can accept that.

I was hoping I might get to see you at Christmas maybe. Even if it's just for a weekend. Maybe you could meet him, if he's allowed to travel that far. He lives in Lima, so I don't know if he'll be allowed to make the 2-hour journey, but I really hope you can meet him.

Anyway, I need to get ready. Classes start today so I need to be prepared.

I love you, Mum and Dad.

Missing you,

Blaine

Blaine was in the middle of his morning hair gel routine, his eyebrows furrowing as half his head of curls refused to flatten. He was afraid. This happened a lot during the summer. He was just happy that no one saw him this way. But to walk down the halls of Dalton with curly hair would be a whole different ball game, and he wasn't sure he could handle the stares he would get as a result. It was one of his insecurities. He knew people would laugh, and he wanted to avoid that.

He vigorously tipped the hair gel bottle upside down and squeezed on it violently until some of the hair gel came out, a hint of vanilla and raspberry wafting through the still air of the room. He didn't hesitate to slap it onto the curls still clearly poking out of his head, sighing as he began to flatten them with more force than before. Finally it worked. He smiled at himself smugly, thinking out loud, "Anderson 1 - 0 Curly Hair."

As he flipped the lid closed on his hair gel bottle, his phone vibrated on his bedside table. He reached over and read the caller ID in his head, "Mum/Dad (Japan home)"

He pressed the green button and swiftly moved the phone to his ear, "Hello?"

"Blaine, it's your father."

Blaine gulped, "You got my email, huh?"

His dad exhaled, a hint of anger escaping as he did, "Yes. I'm happy that you're still enjoying school and are planning not to stray from your high GPA. But-"

Blaine interrupted, "There's always a but."

Blaine's father continued as if he hadn't heard Blaine's snide remark, "This boy. In fact, boys in general. I don't want you seeing any boys."

Blaine scoffed, "It's not a conscious choice. It's in the subconscious, Dad. You're a doctor, you should understand that. Surely you have a basic understanding of how the human brain works."

Blaine's dad hesitated before he got back on point, "You can't like boys. At what point do you think that it is normal human behaviour to be gay?"

Blaine replied, annoyed but trying desperately not to show it, "Well, think about it. Homosexuality is found in about 1500 known species, whilst homophobia only exists in humans."

His father's pronunciation became sharper as his anger escalated, "That's unimportant. What's important is I don't want you fooling around with guys. When you get back to Cincinnati for fall break, go out with your brother and meet some girls."

Blaine couldn't listen to his father's insanity any longer and so angrily prodded at the red 'end call' button before throwing his phone onto the bed and then flopping down onto the bed himself, his phone caught under one of his thighs. He wasn't in the mood to care about something so trivial when he had more pressing issues to deal with.

His dad didn't approve of him dating Kurt, but Blaine knew he wouldn't stop no matter what his dad said. His dad was over half way around the world, 14 hours ahead in time than in Westerville, Ohio. Even a plane journey home to convince Blaine to stop seeing Kurt wouldn't have made a difference to Blaine. He wanted this to last. There was no denying that Blaine was happy knowing that he was with Kurt. He didn't want to let go of the happiness that radiated through his body. He wouldn't let go of it for anything or anyone.

Blaine wanted to ruffle his hair, but upon touching the sleek, gelled hair, he remembered the struggle it took to get it the way it was. So instead, he grabbed his pillow and threw it anywhere, desperate to get some of his anger out.

The pillow hit the wall above Kurt's bed, startling him awake and making Blaine feel instantly guilty. Kurt murmured incoherent words in his daze of confusion as Blaine jumped off his own bed and sat at the end of Kurt's, taking his hand lightly as Kurt found his bearings.

Blaine didn't want to think about how beautiful Kurt looked right in that moment. His pale skin was almost radiating its own light; his hair was sticking out in every direction possible, probably much to Kurt's dismay; his grey t-shirt was slid down one shoulder, revealing a toned muscular shoulder that Kurt permanently hid under his clothes; his oceanic eyes fluttering open and closed as he fought between being asleep and being awake; his smooth pink lips, lazily hanging open in his dazed state. Blaine shouldn't have been enjoying the sight right in front of him, and yet Kurt was beautiful.

Blaine simpered at his boyfriend, "Sorry, babe. Didn't mean to wake you."

Kurt yawned before replying, "It's fine." He paused briefly before smiling himself, "Morning, honey." Blaine's breath hitched at Kurt's term of endearment, causing Kurt to giggle, "Sleep well?"

Blaine nodded, "Uh, yeah. I did. Very well. After yesterday evening, who wouldn't?"

Kurt buried his face into his duvet, "It was a fabulous party though."

Blaine yawned a little as he replied, "Sure was. And I can finally call you mine."

Kurt snapped his head up, grinning widely as his heart threatened to climb up his throat and jump out of him. He still couldn't believe it had happened, and he guessed he wouldn't until he told his friends, because he felt that it wouldn't be real until someone else knew.

Kurt noticed the lingering silence as Blaine expected a reply, removing his hand from Blaine's and placed it around the back of Blaine's neck as he leant forward slightly to meet Blaine. He placed a slow, soft kiss to Blaine's lips before whispering against them, "Mine."

Blaine pressed another kiss to his boyfriend's lips exactly like they had just done and smiled as he pulled their lips away, "Definitely."

Kurt glanced over at the pillow that was slumped against the wall underneath where it had hit, the reason why Kurt was awake right now. He asked slowly, in case Blaine didn't want to answer any questions, "Why were you throwing pillows anyway?"

Blaine looked down at his knees for a second, trying to compose himself before speaking, "I told my parents about you." He looked up to see Kurt's eyes widening in astonishment. He continued, "I emailed them, and then my dad called and he wasn't happy because it isn't normal human behaviour or something ridiculous. I can't help who I find attractive, and well, I find you very attractive." His tone became more suggestive as he crawled onto the bed, supporting himself with his arms over Kurt who as now lying down underneath him, "In fact, you're the most attractive person I have ever met. And I will not hesitate to give you a blizzard of kisses this evening after Warbler auditions."

Kurt smiled widely, "Oh really now? Will you? You'll have to catch me first."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "I thought this kind of teasing would be above you."

"Well, it's difficult for it to be when you're above me." Kurt replied, winking cheekily.

Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead, "I might have to make this a habit then."

Kurt laughed loudly, propping himself up on his elbows slightly so his eyes were level with Blaine's. He was still smiling when he questioned, "So what are you going to do?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "About what?"

"Your parents. What are you going to do?"

Blaine sighed half-heartedly, "I'm sure my mum is actually okay with me being gay. She seemed genuinely happy when I had my first encounter in middle school. But my dad... I don't know, Kurt. It's like I can never get his approval for anything, whether it's grades, my behaviour, my views on things, or in this case, my sexuality. I can never impress that man, and I'm at the point where I am beyond caring. I want to be with you; to be like this every day possible until the very end, whenever that might be. My dad won't change my mind on that. I will be with you as long as you want me to be. I won't back down. Not this time."

Kurt craned his neck so that his lips met Blaine's again, this time the kiss was filled with passion and longing, unable to hold back from their true emotions. Yes, all their other kisses proved that they cared for one another, and that still remained, but this kiss showed a sense of desire and wanting to be together. As he pulled away, Kurt smiled happily, "Am I really worth going against your dad though?"

Blaine grinned, "Of course, because I would miss being like we are right now far too much. I mean, I missed being this close to you before I woke you up. Sorry about that by the way."

Kurt shrugged, the shoulder of his t-shirt settling back into place on his shoulder, no longer showing the muscles formed there, "This is much better than sleep. Although my dreams this past week haven't been much different from this right now."

Before Blaine could ask questions, someone rapped their knuckles against the door. Blaine sighed before yelling, "Who is it?"

The person behind the door replied sleepily, "It's Finn. Have you seen Kurt?"

Kurt shouted back, "Give me a second, Finn. I'll come out and talk to you in the hallway."

Blaine looked back down at Kurt and sighed in defeat, "Suppose I better let you go."

Kurt pulled Blaine down so that their chests were touching, their faces less than an inch apart. He smiled as his lifted his head from the pillow, his deep blue eyes briefly meeting with Blaine's glistening honey ones, before they both fluttered them shut and pressed their lips together softly before there was another knock on the door. Blaine pulled away with a groan, "Go. We'll continue this later. Just get rid of him and then we'll go for an early breakfast."

Kurt nodded as Blaine rolled off of him and stood up. Kurt followed his movements before he, too, was out of bed. He advanced across the room, but lingered by the door, turning to say to Blaine before he left, "Thank you."

Blaine chuckled slightly, "For what?"

Kurt smiled, "For everything. For letting me be yours."

Blaine ran up and hugged the other boy, his face glowing with happiness. He whispered into Kurt's shoulder, "Thank you for being you."

Before Kurt could respond, there was a louder knock on the door accompanied with a whine, "Kurt! Come on!"

Blaine released him from the hug, and he turned and opened the door, turning briefly to wink at Blaine before leaving the room with a quiet click of the door shutting.

Now that Blaine was all alone, he had some time to think about what his dad had said. The thoughts and words whirling around in his head made Blaine want to scream, but he knew in doing so, Kurt would run back in, abandoning a grumpy Finn, and Blaine wasn't sure about the extent of Finn's morning grumpiness. So instead, Blaine fell onto his bed, face in his pillows and just lay there, devoid of showing any kind of emotion for now, hoping that it would just go away, because he couldn't stand to impress his dad anymore. He'd been doing it for too long. It was making him mentally tired every time his father went on a disapproving rant about whatever Blaine had supposedly done wrong this time.

With Kurt, though, he had managed to forget any negative emotions just by being close to him, and it was enough. It was enough for him to be sure that his decision to defy his father was a good idea, because he could tell it would be worth it. It was already clear that it was.

Kurt closed the door quietly, careful not to wake anyone in the surrounding rooms. He turned to Finn, keeping his voice down but keeping a steady, irritated tone, "What, Finn?"

Finn stretched and yawned, realising that this conversation wasn't going to be as simple as he thought, "Bad time?" Kurt just nodded, his eyes narrowing at how slow Finn was being this morning, but at the same time a little thankful that Finn wasn't grumpy this morning. Finn put his arms down by his side and smiled, "We didn't get to see you after the song, dude."

Kurt couldn't help but smile slightly, remembering how Blaine and him left the party early to be alone, sitting on Blaine's bed in each other's arms. Kurt's heart was fluttering at the memory, but he focused on replying to Finn, "Yeah, Blaine and I left early."

Finn's eyes widened, "What? Together?"

Kurt couldn't help but let out a laugh, "It wasn't like that."

"Well then, what was it?"

Kurt suddenly went quiet, shuffling his feet awkwardly against the black marble floor. He wasn't sure whether he was ready to make it real, for news to spread. He was really happy with the way things had gone so far this morning, where everything felt like a dream but was at the same time was so real. He took a deep breath, and locked his eyes with Finn, "He asked me to be his boyfriend. I asked him to be mine. We wanted the rest of the evening alone. It's not like we missed much anyway. There was only about 20 minutes left."

Finn pulled Kurt into a hug, Kurt raising both his eyebrows as he did. Finn smiled widely, "I'm happy for you, dude." He paused before furrowing his brow, "Shouldn't you be in there with him?"

Kurt wriggled out of the hug and replied, his voice ringing with annoyance, "You don't say. I would love to be in there, but I'm out here talking to you."

Finn took a step back, afraid that Kurt was going to hit him, "I'll leave you to it." He turned and walked towards his door, his hand on the handle before he briefly looked up at Kurt, "Just don't do anything you don't want to, okay? It's your decision how far you go with this, no matter how much he pressures you. You got that?"

Kurt nodded, his hand on his room's door handle, "I know, Finn. I know."

He turned the door handle and walked back into his room, smiling at Blaine as he looked up from his copy of Vogue. He kicked the door closed and took a deep breath out, before making complete eye contact with his boyfriend, "I told Finn about us."

Blaine closed the magazine and smiled, "What did he say?"

Kurt advanced across the room and gracefully sat at the end of Blaine's bed, "He said he was happy for us." He omitted to tell Blaine about Finn's brotherly advice, not wanting to make Blaine feel as if he had been pressured into this or whatever other paranoid thought he could come up with.

Blaine reached across and took Kurt's hand, smiling, "This is just the beginning for us."

Blaine didn't understand the extent his words would have, but what he did know is that he was most certainly right. The end wasn't currently in sight.

Blaine sat in Algebra with Puck, chewing on his pencil as he attempted to solve simultaneous equations, something which he had done time and time again, but summer had made him out of practise. He knew that Puck was going to ask questions soon enough; he wasn't sure when though, so he was preparing for the bombardment of questions that would be coming his way before the period ended.

Another question into the textbook assignment they had been set, and Puck tore out a separate sheet of paper from his algebra notebook and began to write a message. Blaine continued to dart his eyes between his textbook and his notebook, pretending as if he hasn't noticed Puck writing a message to him. It wasn't long before Puck lifted Blaine's notebook and slid it underneath subtly.

Blaine didn't hesitate to slide it into his lap and read the message:

Word in the hallway is that my boy Hummel is your boyfriend now

Blaine scrawled underneath Puck's message, passing it back to him:

If you don't believe what the hallway says, check Kurt's neck later. Then you'll believe it

Puck raised an eyebrow and wrote a response, a constant stream of back and forth messages going between the two boys:

You've marked him already?

He told me that he wanted to show everyone he was mine, so I sucked on his neck a bit after breakfast but before we left the boarding house for classes

Anderson, I don't need the details

I thought I said call me Blaine, Noah

Point taken. I'm glad that Hummel is finally truly happy because someone is making him feel like that. I'm just a little concerned about if Karofsky finds out

I hadn't even thought about that. It's not like we'll tell him. If it gets around the school to him then so be it. I'm not fussed. I'll stand up for Kurt. I'll do whatever it takes

The bell rang to signal the end of the period, Blaine and Puck both standing up in synchronisation with the rest of the class. Puck hoisted his bag so that it hung carelessly on his shoulder, "I'll be with you in standing against him, you know? Neither of you deserve to be treated the way you would be by him."

They walked out into the corridor as Blaine patted Puck on the shoulder, "Thanks, that means a lot."

Suddenly, Blaine's phone vibrated in his pocket. He fumbled in his pocket to retrieve it and pressed the power button to bring the screen to life. He read the screen to himself:

From: Kurt xxx

Everyone's staring at my neck - K xoxox

To: Kurt xxx

I wonder why, babe ;) - B xoxox

From: Kurt xxx

Bastard ;) - K xoxox

To: Kurt xxx

I miss you - B xoxox

From: Kurt xxx

Weird. I don't miss you - K xoxox

To: Kurt xxx

:( - B xoxox

From: Kurt xxx

Honey, I was kidding. Chin up (not that it has that far to go ;D ) and get your cute little butt to European Geography right now before someone else sits next to me - K xoxox

To: Kurt xxx

I'm on my way. Hate being in another juniors' class. I'm gonna be the only sophomore. Being in a juniors' Algebra class was bad enough - B xoxox

From: Kurt xxx

It'll be fine. Just get to class on time first. Then you can worry about it - K xoxox

Puck sighed, "Do you two ever stop talking?"

"We just had an hour apart. No texting during classes is one of our rules."

Puck ran his fingers through his mohawk, "I hope you two lovebirds don't mind helping me in European Geography instead of gazing longingly into each other's eyes all class long. Finn won't be much help after all."

Blaine nodded as they entered the classroom, taking in the sea of navy blue blazers with red piping and white shirts that was dotted around the classroom. Blaine immediately advanced across the room towards the second row from the back, where Kurt was sitting, Puck following him and sitting next to Blaine. Finn had clearly followed them in as he also sat down on the other side of Puck. Blaine didn't pay much attention to them though as he placed a light peck on Kurt's lips, "Hey you."

Kurt smiled widely, "Well, if it isn't the guy who is responsible for people staring at me."

Blaine shrugged as he slid his notebook out of his bag, smirking to himself, "Don't know what you mean."

Kurt turned his head and gestured his hand at the purple bruise that had formed as a result of Blaine sucking his pulse point earlier that morning, "This. This right here. If I knew how bad it was, I would have put foundation over it."

Blaine held back his laughter, "You have foundation?"

Kurt shrugged, "Yeah, for acne." He darted his eyes to see Puck and Finn staring at his neck open-mouthed, and so turned his neck away, whilst still facing them so he could talk, "What are you two doing? Catching flies?"

Puck began to chuckle, "No. Blaine told me he marked you, but that's a pretty impressive hickey you have there." He shoved Blaine playfully, "Nice one, bro."

Finn shook his head in shock, "That's my brother. Blaine, you bruised my brother. I didn't need to know what you two get up to. My brother, dude."

Kurt grinned widely as he nuzzled into Blaine's neck, "I wanted him to. Just wasn't expecting it to be that bad."

Blaine kissed the top of his boyfriend's head, "I'm sorry, babe. Didn't mean to do that to you. It was meant to be small but I got carried away."

Kurt sat up straight as the teacher walked in, not wanting to create a bad impression, especially on his first day at Dalton. He whispered to Blaine, "It's fine, Blaine. Maybe I can return the favour later."

Those words sent chills down Blaine's spine as they repeated over and over again in his head. He was almost certain that his brain had short-circuited at the thought. He was always the one to create love bites, but never received them, and even then, he had only ever given 2: one as a dare at his brother's 18th birthday party, and the other just this morning. It would be a completely new experience to be on the receiving end, and strangely it turned him on a little. All Blaine knew in that moment was that concentration was not an option as he began to watch the minutes tick away in hope that the evening would come quickly.

Kurt walked down the hallway, glad that lessons were over for the day. He couldn't find anyone he knew in the sea of students flowing down the corridor towards any exit they could. Kurt couldn't blame people for wanting to leave quickly. It has been a tough day readjusting to school work. But Kurt saw an upside to today: he hadn't received any homework. He guessed his teachers were just being nice because it was the first day, and he was almost certainly right.

Finally he was out of the main building, the sandstone path reflecting the bright sun into his eyes. It took a second for him to adjust to his new surroundings before beginning the short walk back to the boarding house, his weekday home whilst the semesters progressed.

The walk was boring. He watched as groups of friends passed him as they all rushed back to hang out after a long day of classes. He hated the fact that he was the only student in his social circle to be taking Home Economics. The class was great; he needed it to keep the option of becoming a fashion designer open. The disadvantage was that he would have to walk alone back to the boarding house on Mondays and Wednesdays. He could live with that just about.

"Hey, Kurt, wait up!"

Kurt stopped and spun on his heel to see Sam and Artie approaching him quickly to catch up. Kurt smiled when they finally reached him, "Not feeling so lonely now."

Sam huffed slightly as he regained his breath, "Yeah, that's one of the reasons we asked you to wait."

Artie began to wheel across campus once more, Kurt and Sam following him before taking a handle of his wheelchair each to slow him down. Sam chuckled lightly, "Easy, Artie. You can travel faster than us."

Artie mumbled, "Sorry. I forget."

Sam then turned his head to Kurt, grinning widely, "So, you and Blaine..."

Kurt cut him off, "Don't pretend like you don't know what's going on. He's my boyfriend, yes. He gave me a hickey, yes. He makes my heart beat at a million miles an hour, yes. Do I love him? Yes." He gasped, covering his mouth, before urgently correcting himself, "No. Not love. Strongly like."

Artie laughed, "No going back from that, Kurt. We won't tell a soul though, right Sam?"

Kurt protested, "I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean it."

Sam replied teasingly, "So you subconsciously love him. It won't be long before you consciously do."

Kurt protested again, "No. Nope. You misheard me."

Artie stopped and turned his wheelchair to Kurt, "It's okay. Tell him in your own time."

Kurt walked around Artie and through the doors of the boarding house. He couldn't believe what he had just admitted to Artie and Sam. The part of the situation which made everything worse is that he knew deep down that he was telling the truth. Kurt hadn't believed in love at first sight, but thinking back to when he stood on Blaine's foot, he couldn't think of a time since where he didn't feel like he was going to have a heart attack every time he was around Blaine or heard his name or saw something that reminded him of Blaine. Kurt couldn't even read Vogue without his heart racing as he saw items of clothing that Blaine would wear and knowing that Blaine was reading it in the next bed over didn't help.

He walked down the corridor and into the music room without even thinking, most of the Warblers already there. He saw Puck, Finn and Joe in the corner, with Mike teaching David and Nick how to do a backflip. Kurt shook his head, knowing that wouldn't end well. He walked over to the other three and dumped his bag on the floor by his feet. Joe asked, "Bad day?"

Kurt grumbled, "It was great until... You know what? If you want to know where it went downhill, ask Sam and Artie."

Puck yelled across the room, "Evans, Abrams. Why is Kurt having such a bad day?"

Kurt face-palmed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to keep this from Blaine the second Puck or Finn knew. He knew Joe would keep his mouth shut. He would be more than willing to tell Joe, because he would offer helpful guidance as well.

Sam and Artie arrived in their corner. Sam smirked, "Well, I believe that Kurt here admitted to loving Blaine without realising what he was saying and is unable to deny it because there is a level of truth in it."

Kurt tried to defend himself, "I love him the way best friends love each other."

Finn raised an eyebrow, "So he's your best friend now?"

Kurt brought his hands to his face and covered it, groaning, "This is all such a mess. I will never speak again. Okay? No more words from my mouth."

Puck patted Kurt on the shoulder, "If you say so. So Hummel, I have a date with a chick in Lima at the weekend. I was thinking leather shorts, knee-high white socks, yellow ballet shoes, bright pink wooly jumper and a purple sequinned beret. But you're the fashion expert here so do you think that's a good idea?" Kurt's head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at Puck, who was now smirking, "Tell me how I can change this outfit for the better."

Kurt replied irritated, "I can't stay quiet when you're suggesting the world's worst outfit to me."

Everyone began to laugh but fell silent when they saw Blaine approaching them. Everyone began to nudge Kurt, who just rolled his eyes and ran up to hug his boyfriend. He took a deep breath in, taking in Blaine's scent of musk, vanilla and berries. His heart was hammering wildly in his chest as he thought to himself the words he had said to Artie and Sam, "Do I love him? Yes."

This couldn't be happening. It went completely against Kurt's beliefs. Love at first sight only happened in movies and TV shows. This was neither of those. This was a brand new, budding high school romance spiralling completely out of control, and no matter what Kurt thought to try and calm down his emotions, his feelings only seemed to fight back stronger. Blaine greeted him, "Hey. How has your afternoon been?"

Kurt adjusted himself in the hug so he could look down at Blaine as he spoke to him, "Tiring. Boring. Not in the least bit exciting. Went downhill since I last saw you, if I'm going to be honest."

Blaine couldn't help but smile, "Really?" Kurt nodded as he continued, "Mine sucked too." He paused before asking, "Ready for your audition?"

Kurt took a deep breath, "As ready as I'm going to be."

Blaine grinned, "Here. Let me calm your nerves."

Blaine tiptoed up and pressed his lips softly against Kurt's, several people wolf whistling around them, but they didn't care in the slightest as they both smiled into the kiss, happy to be in their own little world for a few seconds of their lives.

They only broke apart at the bang of the gavel and Wes saying sternly, "Warbler candidate Hummel and Warbler Anderson. I don't mean to interrupt but I'm trying to start a meeting here."

David butted in, as he sat down next to Wes at the Warbler Council's table, "Yeah, get a room."

Wes elbowed David in the ribs as both Blaine and Kurt gave their apologies before walking over to a low, empty window sill and sat down on it together, seeing as there was nowhere else to sit besides the floor, and that certainly wasn't an option for Kurt. Who knew how dirty the floor was?

Wes began the meeting, "Hello everyone. Welcome to the first official meeting of the academic year." There were a few cheers before a bang of the gavel, the standard protocol at the beginning of every meeting, much to Wes' dismay, "Firstly, I would like to welcome our new members Warblers Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman, Sam Evans, Artie Abrams, Joe Hart and Mike Chang for their outstanding performance at the party last night."

Wes allowed the cheers and applause to fade in and out naturally instead of abruptly stopping everyone with his gavel knocking against wood. Kurt was confused. He was a part of that performance too. Why wasn't he automatically accepted? He glanced over at Blaine, raising an eyebrow, to have a confused look thrown back at him. Blaine waited for the noise to die down before raising his hand. Thad didn't hesitate to open the floor to him, "Yes, Warbler Anderson."

Blaine questioned from his place on the window sill, "I have a question. Warbler candidate Kurt Hummel was also a part of that performance, so why hasn't he been accepted based on that?"

The Warbler Council shot glances at each other before looking back over at Blaine with blank expressions on their faces. Thad hesitated in responding this time, "Each new Warbler has a certain attribute to bring to the Dalton Academy Warblers." He paused to clear his throat, "Warbler Hudson has a great song-starting voice that will also add a new depth to the harmonies. Warbler Evans has a country-style tone to his singing voice that we have been in need of since Perry Daniels graduated in the class of '11. Warbler Puckerman has a rock-style tone that we have been in need of since Oscar Carter graduated the same year. Warbler Abrams opens us up to having a decent rap solo that could be our unique factor in competition this year. Warbler Hart has a voice that will blend perfectly with literally any other voice in this room depending on how we harmonise. And finally, Warbler Chang has some serious dance moves whereas ours are outdated and need to be modernised, something the Warbler Council are sure he can help us with."

Blaine stood up, a little annoyed, "Tyler and Josh graduated in the class of 2012. We've lost our only two countertenors. Warbler candidate Hummel is a countertenor. You said so yourself."

Wes replied calmly, "We are aware but from what we could tell, Warbler candidate Hummel was not singing in his natural key during that performance, and we believe that he was unable to sing to his full potential as a result."

Blaine protested in yells, "Are you kidding me? Not singing in his natural key? So what?"

Kurt grabbed Blaine's wrist, which was flailing by his side in anger. He stood up and looked Blaine in the eye, "It's okay, Blaine. I'll sing."

Blaine lowered his voice slightly so only Kurt could hear him, giving him a chance to calm down, "Babe, you have to address me as Warbler Blaine Anderson, Warbler Blaine or Warbler Anderson. It's a tradition." Kurt nodded understandingly, knowing that traditions were important, especially in a school like this. Blaine continued in his hushed tone, but with hints of distress peaking through, "And it's not fair. You were there. You sung. You were brilliant. I don't get why they are doing this. They were telling me in Spanish that you were great. If the others are in then why aren't you? It's not fair on you."

Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to the Warbler Council, "While I find the situation somewhat unfair, I will gladly audition. It gives me a reason to perform, and I wouldn't miss that opportunity." He turned to Blaine, "Warbler Anderson, can you go get the music set up for me please?"

Blaine nodded and left the room to retrieve his iPod to connect to the speaker system in the room. Kurt turned to his group of friends in the corner of the room whilst still addressing the Warbler Council, "Warbler Wes Montgomery, Warbler Thad Harwood, Warbler David Thompson. I don't entirely know what your angle is. My friends here did perform better than me last night, yes, but I felt that I had a semi-decent evening. Can you please explain why I am the only one to audition?"

David cleared his throat, "Warbler candidate Hummel, it isn't that we don't have faith in you. We just didn't see what we believe is your full potential and we would like to know exactly what kind of voice you have so that we can be the best we can with the members we have. We just need to be 100% sure that we'll be able to fit you in."

Blaine returned and advanced across the room, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath. He was really worked up about the situation and he had no idea why. He just knew that he was angry. It was as if the Warbler Council were going to reject Kurt unless he performed right now, and he felt it was ridiculous. He was almost certain that the Warbler Council considered their idea a ridiculous notion too but he dared not make anything worse.

Blaine fumbled with the connector and his iPod, slowly slotting it in, before turning and nodding at the Warbler Council. Wes addressed Kurt, "What song will you be singing for us today, Warbler candidate Hummel?"

He took in a deep breath before replying, "Dream Catch Me by Newton Faulkner."

The music began to echo around the room. Kurt closed his eyes, took in another deep breath, exhaled and began to sing, slowly opening his eyes as he did:

Every time I close my eyes,
It's you and I know now,
Who I am.
Yeah yeah yeah, and I know now.

He looked over at his friends for reassurance. They smiled at him and nodded in approval. Kurt wasn't sure whether they approved the song choice or his performance as a whole but he did know that they were at least enjoying some aspect of what he was doing. He darted his eyes to Blaine, who was sat on the floor by his iPod. He was grinning widely at Kurt, giving him two thumbs up when he realised that Kurt was looking at him. Kurt smiled, and couldn't help but sing the chorus directly to Blaine, Kurt knowing that the chorus was about falling in love, but he knew Blaine didn't know because he hadn't heard of the song before Kurt announced to him that that was the song he wanted to sing for his audition. He beamed at his boyfriend as he sang:

There's a place I go, when I'm alone,
Do anything I want, be anyone I wanna be,
But it is us I see, and I cannot believe I'm falling.
That's where I'm going, where are you going?
Hold it close won't let this go. Dream catch me, yeah.
Dream catch me when I fall, or else I won't come back at all.

Kurt tore his eye contact away from Blaine and began to spin slowly around on the spot so that he could take a good look at everyone else to see if they approved. All he saw was pleased expressions plastered on everyone's faces. He eventually made eye contact with each member of the Warbler Council, all of whom were grinning widely as he continued to sing, his voice ringing with the passion and determination he knew he needed to prove that he was singing to his full potential:

See you as a mountain, a fountain of God.
See you as a descant soul in the setting sun.
You as the sound, just as silent as none.
I'm young!

Kurt walked over to his friends, signalling for them to make room on the table they were sitting on so that he could sit with them. He put an arm around Finn, smiling widely at his stepbrother who was giving him a proud pat on the shoulder as his crystalline voice rang out in perfect tune:

There's a place I go, when I'm alone,
Do anything I want, be anyone I wanna be,
But it is us I see, and I cannot believe I'm falling.

He jumped off the table, letting his glance linger with them a moment longer, before turning to Blaine and giving him a wink. Blaine pretended to swoon in response, making Kurt want to laugh but he knew he couldn't because he was in the middle of a performance. He tore his gaze away from Blaine and began to walk to the centre of the room, facing the Warbler Council once more:

There's a place I go, when I'm alone,
Do anything I want, be anyone I wanna be,
But it is us I see, and I cannot believe I'm falling.
That's where I'm going, where are you going?
Hold it close won't let this go. Dream catch me, yeah.
Dream catch me when I fall, or else I won't come back at all.

Everyone stood up and applauded; some of the Warblers even cheered and whooped. But Kurt barely noticed any of that as someone flung their arms around him. He looked down to see Blaine had pulled him into a hug, his eyes filled with pride for the boy he was holding. Blaine mouthed, seeing as Kurt wouldn't be able to hear him over the standing ovation Kurt was getting, "You were amazing."

Kurt nuzzled into the top of Blaine's head against the stiffened hair he was sporting. Kurt sighed a little, hoping that one day he would burrow into a full head of soft, curly locks with Blaine not being embarrassed by his hair.

The noise began to die down and the Warbler Council sat back down in their places. Wes banged his gavel for good measure before looking to David on one side and then Thad on the other. He looked straight ahead at Kurt and Blaine, Blaine having let go of Kurt now, much to his dismay. Wes cleared his throat before saying, "Welcome to the Dalton Academy Warblers, Warbler Hummel. We believe you will be perfect in our glee club."

A lot more cheering and applause. Another hug. Another bang of the gavel. Blaine jumped away in shock of the sudden bang. Silence descended in the room for a moment.

Thad broke the silence, "Warbler Anderson, Warbler Hummel, have a seat." Blaine and Kurt returned to the window sill; they both slouched down onto it and gave each other a flash of a smile before turning back to look at the Warbler Council. Thad continued, "We have a second candidate wanting to audition. Warbler candidate Sebastian Smythe."

Blaine's eyes widened. Oh no. Not Sebastian of all people. Kurt leant in to ask, "What's wrong?"

Blaine leant in to whisper in Kurt's ear, "This guy was trying to get with me all of last year, flirting with me and being a smug bastard who believes the world revolves around him. I can't believe there is even someone like that still alive. Seriously, I wish I had a shotgun."

Kurt had to hold back his laughter, almost certain that it wasn't approved of during Warbler meetings. He shot a warning glance at Blaine, causing the younger boy to nod and wink, biting his lip cheekily to suggest that he knew Kurt was desperately trying not to make a sound in the silence.

Blaine's happiness faded almost instantly, as a tall, skinny boy with mildly gelled sandy brown hair walked into the centre of the room, facing away from Kurt and Blaine to address the Warbler Council, having already connected his iPod to the speakers Blaine's was previously connected to a couple of minutes ago. Sebastian announced egotistically, "My name's Sebastian Smythe and I'll be singing Tonight I'm Loving You."

He rushed over to his iPod and pressed play, the music immediately resonating around the room. Blaine rolled his eyes. This was typical Sebastian, being suggestive as always. He knew that Sebastian wouldn't ignore Blaine as he sung.

He shuffled across the window sill, turning to lean against Kurt's chest. Kurt didn't hesitate to put his arms around his boyfriend, happy with the affection he was receiving, even if it was to spite Sebastian.

Sebastian turned around. Kurt immediately saw the proud yet slightly evil smirk he was wearing, his eyes small in comparison to the rest of his features. Kurt wished that a giant zit would suddenly appear on Sebastian's flawless complexion, the only upside to the standing boy. Kurt thought, "Meerkat."

Blaine chuckled quietly as Kurt began to blush. He thought he was saying that in his head, but it must have escaped his lips, as there was no other reason for Blaine to have been responding in that way, unless he thought of something funny at the exact same time.

Kurt's thought pattern was extinguished as a decent male voice sounded around the room. He rolled his eyes and tightened his grip around Blaine. Sebastian began to dance around the room as he sang:

You're so damn pretty,
If I had a type then baby it would be you.
I know you're ready,
If I never lied, than baby you'd be the truth.

Sebastian locked his eyes with Blaine, who scowled as best he could, but it was difficult when he had Kurt's arms twined around him, a sense of calmness partially washing over him. Sebastian's smirk switched from twitching at the right side of his mouth to his left, his eyes dancing across Blaine's body, as he began to slowly swagger over to the window sill both Blaine and Kurt were sat on.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Sebastian and pulled Blaine closer into his chest, almost certain that he wouldn't be able to pull him any closer if he tried.

Sebastian's grin widened as he swayed his hips as he sung:

Now rock your body,
Damn I like the way that you move.
So give it to me, oh ooooh,
Cause I already know what you wanna do.

Sebastian was now leaning down to Blaine's eye level, his face just a couple of inches away. He grinned cheekily, hoping that Blaine would melt at the sight. He didn't. His face shifted into complete anger. As did Kurt's. If their body language was anything to go by, Sebastian should have known they were together. Either he was oblivious or he just didn't care but in any case, the two boys sitting on the window sill were not even attempting to hide their displeasure at what Sebastian was doing as he continued to sing:

Here's the situation, been to every nation,
Nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do.
You know my motivation, given my reputation,
Please excuse me I don't mean to be rude,

Sebastian tried to get closer, but Blaine extended his arms out and shoved Sebastian away furiously. Sebastian just bit his lip and winked at Blaine, before thrusting his hips slightly towards Blaine and then turning away, walking back towards the Warbler Council, his hips swaying more suggestively than before.

Blaine rolled his eyes and turned into Kurt slightly, hoping that he wasn't at all annoyed by Sebastian's actions. Looking up into Kurt's eyes, he could see flames radiating though them. He was definitely angry. Blaine shook his head and nuzzled into Kurt's chest a little, thinking of ways to calm Kurt down after Warbler practise was over. He smiled to himself as he thought back to what happened this morning in Kurt's sleepy daze; how every kiss felt so possessive whilst still being soft and caring; how every touch had sent shivers up his spine; how Kurt had whispered, 'Mine', which had made Blaine feel like he was worth something after he had been made to feel so worthless just moments before; how Kurt's eyes glinted in the dim light which had been seeping through the underneath of the curtain, reflecting infinite shades of blue, grey and green. Everything had felt beautiful in that moment; a moment he wanted to share over and over again for as long as Kurt would allow him to be together.

Blaine had completely zoned out, not hearing Sebastian singing the chorus to his song:

But tonight I'm loving you, oh you know,
That tonight I'm loving you, oh you know,
That tonight I'm loving you, oh you know,
That tonight I'm loving you, oh you know.

There was a little applause but nowhere near as much as earlier in the meeting; nowhere near as much as Kurt had gotten.

There was silence as the Warbler Council deliberated over Sebastian's audition and whether or not he would have a place within the group.

Blaine took the time to talk to Kurt, comforting him to put his mind at ease. He sat up a little so he could reach Kurt's ear, the air as he whispered dancing on the shell of his ear, sending a noticeable chill down Kurt's spine, "Babe, it's okay."

Kurt shook his head and whispered back, "He nearly gave you a lap dance. He was undressing you with his eyes. That's not okay."

Blaine sighed before replying in the same hushed tone, "I didn't want that. Trust me. The whole time, I was thinking of how I'm planning on spending my evening with you."

Kurt beamed slightly, replying quietly, "Really?"

"Really."

Their conversation was cut short by David clearing his throat and addressing Sebastian, "Warbler candidate Smythe, after a discussion with my fellow councilmen, we have decided that we are going to need more time to decide upon your future within The Warblers. We will have made a final decision by the meeting tomorrow evening in senior commons."

Sebastian nodded, responding cockily, "Sure. Take as long as you need before you welcome me into the club."

Wes stood up and addressed everyone in the room, "Thank you everyone for joining us today. We understand that this meeting was not productive by way of preparing for sectionals, and will begin to discuss songs and solo auditions in tomorrow's meeting after the final bell. We will be meeting in the senior common room where we will from now on be meeting in unless we inform you otherwise." He grabbed his gavel from the table and banged it against its wooden block twice before saying, "Meeting concluded."

Everyone stood up and began to walk out of the boarding house music room, either deviating off towards the library to do the very little amount of homework they had unluckily received, outside to walk across campus to go home or back to their rooms to get some peace and quiet.

Kurt and Blaine walked together, their hands intertwined in one another's, heading back towards their room, when they heard and cocky yell, "Blaine, you hot piece of ass! Wait up!"

Blaine rolled his eyes and turned his head, "Not today, Sebastian. I'm too busy walking back to my room to make out with my boyfriend."

Kurt interjected cheekily to Blaine, "You'll have to catch me first."

Blaine chuckled beside the older boy as they continued to walk across the foyer towards the grand marble staircase, "Why do you think I'm holding your hand this tight? There's no escaping."

Kurt bit his lip as he replied, "Checkmate, Anderson."

They heard Sebastian call once more, "Blaine, you sexy beast! Stop ignoring me!"

But Blaine kept on dragging his boyfriend up the stairs, shaking his head as he did, "Don't worry about him, Kurt. He's nothing on you. You're the one that I want."

Kurt's heart was beating wildly and he was almost certain that it wasn't because of how fast he was being dragged up the stairs. Blaine wanted him. Blaine wanted him over someone else. No one had made him feel that special. With his dad, football and the tyre shop sometimes took over. With Finn, there was Rachel and the McKinley sports teams he participated in. With Mercedes, there was Sam. He finally felt like a priority and he didn't want this feeling to ever go away, and he was certain that Blaine wasn't in any rush to take it away from him.

Dear Journal,

I can't deny this to myself any longer.

I love him.

I love someone I've only known a week.

I need a reality check.

What do I do?

- Kurt

Dear Journal,

Such a rollercoaster of a first day back. All I know is that Kurt is mine and I am his and nothing is going to stop us from being together.

At first, it was my dad. He called me after I told him about Kurt and expressed his views on the matter. It barely has anything to do with him, so I don't know why he's judging me. He's not even here for 50 weeks out of the year; sometimes I don't even feel like I have a father. It's me and Coop in the family and that's it. Because our parents only keep in touch when they disapprove about something, anything that's happening thousands of miles away from them. It's silly.

Kurt calmed me down with kisses and calling me his and just allowing me to be close to him. I want to be back in that moment.

I never wanted this evening to end either. Imagine cuddling up to your boyfriend on a bed, laptop perching on your lap with the Philosopher's Stone playing, but barely watching it because he was distracting you with kisses to the neck, across the jawline and eventually to the lips. Well, trust me, I didn't have to imagine that. I lived it. I can't believe that that was my evening. Well, we had dinner first as well, but apart from that... A wonderful evening.

I just hope that what we have doesn't end anytime soon. I don't think I've ever been so happy and sure about anything in my entire life, except maybe joining the Warblers and coming to Dalton in the first place. But even then, I'm debating over it.

I still can't believe that Kurt is my boyfriend. What did I do to deserve him? Why did he choose me? I don't get it but I'm happy it's happened.

Anyway, it's way past the lights out rule and Kurt has already fallen asleep hugging his own journal. He looks adorable. Might take a photo and show him that he's beautiful even whilst sleeping.

- Blaine

A/N: So there we go. Chapter 6. Hope you enjoyed reading it. PLEASE REVIEW! - foreveragleek44