A/N: This chapter is slightly shorter than I intended, but I wanted to publish it today, as promised. The next chapter will be longer! Leave a review if you want my eternal love and devotion. :)
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Kurt drove up to Dalton Academy the very next day, in his Navigator. Listening (and loudly singing along) to Lady Gaga on the radio, while trying hard not to think about how insane he considered himself for doing this.
Don't call attention to yourself, sneak in and watch a performance, then leave. No one will even notice you, and if they do, just say that you're new.
He just hoped that they wouldn't beat him up too badly, if he got caught spying. The last thing he needed was to get blood on his new designer outfit, he definitely wouldn't be able to find the same one for such a good price again. Not to mention the fact that a broken nose would ruin him.
Then, all too soon it seemed, the gated entrance to Dalton loomed up in front of him. So, this is what a school for the rich and privileged looks like, Kurt thought to himself.
The well manicured grounds stretched around the school, the grass off the main pathway green and healthy, not a dead or dying blade in sight. The school building itself was immense and old fashioned in style; you could almost feel the history of it, as though it was a living thing. The sunlight bounced cheerfully off of the large glass windows covering the architecture.
Kurt stared up at the school after parking his car, feeling rather awed at the immensity of it. He squared his shoulders stiffly and thought to himself, better to just get it over with.
He marched into the building and was instantly transported into another world, a domed ceiling stretched expansively above him. A crowd of students rushed around him while he looked around, their loud chatter echoing off of the walls. One student bumped into him, pushing him against the stairway railing, an apology was quickly muttered to him before the student rushed back off. In fact everyone seemed to be going somewhere in a hurry, all of them heading down the stairs.
Kurt looked around in confusion, taking in the ornate decorations with wonder for a moment, before wondering what on earth everyone was so excited about. He walked slowly down the curving staircase, staying to the side in an attempt to avoid bumping into anyone, his hand gently touching the rail while he looked around hopefully for someone to ask. "Excuse me." Kurt called out when he saw someone pass by at a slightly slower pace than the rest. The student turned his head to look at Kurt, a warm smile on his face in response, "Yes?"
Kurt felt himself blush under the other man's penetrating hazel eyes, before replying with a sudden stutter. "Hi, can I ask you a question? I'm n-new here."
The shorter man's smile widened as he offered his hand to shake, "I'm Blaine."
Kurt couldn't help smiling back at him, his friendliness was infectious. Kurt took the offered hand, shaking it.
Blaine's hand felt warm and comforting in his, smooth and gentle, but with just a hint of masculine coarseness from a callus on his palm. Not counting hugs from his Dad, Kurt realized that he had never actually enjoyed the touch of a Dominant before; usually it brought nothing but pain.
"Kurt", he responded, reluctantly removing his hand before it became awkward. "So, where is everyone rushing off to?"
"The Warbler's; every once in awhile they throw an impromptu performance in the Senior Commons, it tends to shut the school down for a while." Blaine replied.
"Wait, so, the Glee club is kind of cool here?" Kurt questioned disbelievingly. Is this paradise?
"Yes, the Warbler's are like rock stars. Come on, I know a shortcut." Blaine said, firmly grasping Kurt's hand again and pulling him along.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as he ran alongside Blaine in a daze, hand in hand, with his heart beating fast in his chest at the renewed touch.
He observed Blaine's tightly gelled black hair, maybe we can bond over a shared love of hair products.
Blaine threw open a large double door, releasing Kurt's hand and revealing a huge gathering of people inside.
Kurt looked around and winced at everyone's matching uniforms, "Ooh, I stick out like a sore thumb."
"Well next time don't forget your jacket, new kid." Blaine replied with a grin and a subtle wink that left Kurt furiously blushing (and maybe smiling a little), while Blaine walked over to join the group of people standing in the center of the crowd, 'the Warblers'.
You think I'm pretty without any makeup on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down
Before you met me, I was alright
But things were kind of heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my Valentine, Valentine
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, will be young forever
Magic seemed to permeate the air as Blaine sang 'Teenage Dream' and the rest of the Warbler's hummed in the background, dancing in perfect synchronicity. He's amazing, Kurt thought to himself in awe, and gay, he has to be, he's singing Katy Perry for god's sake.
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's run away and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
After Blaine finished singing, Kurt joined in the enthusiastic applause, feeling a silly grin pasted on his face, unable to help it.
Damn it, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, don't start to fall for him. You can't fall for anyone.
