A/N: Ok… it has been a while – and I'm super sorry. But here's the deal: this is my first published fanfic and apparently I had lots and lots to learn. Writing a work in progress is even more frustrating than reading one and there were times, when I really wanted to write but just couldn't find the time. So as a peace offer I have this: the story is almost done. I have about 35 pages written and I will post frequently. Sorry… I didn't decide on this option before posting the first two chapters. But it's a learning experience, that's for sure. I hope you enjoy the story. Reviews would be nice if you do. And don't hold back with criticism.
Still don't own anything…. And: English is not my first language, so there definitely will be plenty of mistakes I didn't catch. Sorry about that.
Neither Wes nor David saw Blaine after his meeting with the teacher and both were hoping to be able to talk to him during dinner and before everyone would disappear into their respective rooms. They were planning on having a real talk this time. No excuses to get away or other people interrupting. They just had to find a suitable time.
But Blaine disappearing didn't really fit into their plan.
The next opportunity to find him would be during dinner. They both had different club meetings that night, which meant they would have to wait til later if he wouldn't show up now.
The only one they did see, once they made it into the extensive dining hall, was Kurt, who was seated next to a bunch of other Warblers.
„Hey guys. How's dinner? "Wes asked.
„Meh… a gourmet kitchen Dalton sure lacks. Same old, same old really. "
A boy named Brice answered, gesturing towards his plate full of an indefinable blob of pasta and sauce.
„Alright… well, not much we can do about it, I guess. David, want me to bring you a plate? "
„Oh yeah, thanks man. And a coke, if you don't mind. "
„Sure thing. " Wes mumbled while trotting away to stand in line.
„Has anyone seen Blaine since his meeting with Mr. Thomas ?"
„Yeah, he left maybe 15 minutes ago. Thomas has him tutor the new kid who transferred cause his parents moved here from Europe. Army brat, I think. Blaine said he's behind on most of the reading material, which means lots of additional tutoring. I'm sure you can guess how very not amused he was. "Brice answered.
„Yeah – I can imagine. Man, that kid never catches a break now, does he? Is the new dude nice at least and not too much of an idiot?
„He seemed alright... just a bit annoyed by the whole situation. Not his first move, you know. I just hope he won't use Blaine to get rid of his pent up frustration." Kurt added. " He did rush him out of the dining hall pretty quickly though. "
David sighed at that. This would probably make it even harder to catch Blaine alone and willing to talk then before.
„Kurt, are you guys still planning on hanging out tonight or did he cancel for the new guy? And what's his name anyways? "
„Jacques, I think. His mom is French – and he made sure that we would not call him Jack…like ever. But yes, Blaine and I are still meeting later, at least to my knowledge. I hope I'll be able to help him with his history and maybe some French… though Jacques may be more suitable for that now. "
Kurt frowned, which made the rest of the Warblers around him smile and some even laugh out loud.
Wes who just made it to his seat with his food responded:
„Oh young Kurt, believe me –he'd rather listen to you speaking French to him all night or study some other „French" then win in the lottery!"
There were some giggles to be heard while Kurt blushed a dark red and mumbled under his breath
„I don't even know what you could possibly be talking about. "
„Oh don't we know! But I really wish you both would just Stop being so damn clueless. "
Wes snickered and dug into his spaghetti or lasagna or whatever else he had sitting in front of him, while everyone nodded excitedly.
„Well, I have you know that we're just friends- Good friends of course – but just friends. But thank you for the much appreciated interest. You can stop with that anytime though..."
Kurt ended while folding his arms in front of his chest and one eyebrow way up on his forehead.
„Ha ha…. alright, alright - everyone, settle down. " David – always the mediator butted in.
They finished dinner in relative peace and dispersed soon afterwards, Kurt went to his room to add his finishing touches to his room and light a scented candle before Blaine would make it over to study. He had seen how Blaine, once again, only had very little to eat, so he had brought back some pastries which he arranged on his nightstand.
Meanwhile, Wes and David were wandering around campus for a last minute chance to chat with their best friend. None of them was lucky though. Blaine was not to be found in the choir room, the library or even his dorm. They gave up for now, deciding on sticking to their original plan.
Blaine was busy.
No – scratch that. Being busy was the understatement of the year. With his new tutoring duties, plus the arrangement to think about and his usual school work and finals he didn't even have a minute for himself. Unless in the restroom.
Which is where he found himself around seven, trying to calm down. He once had found a pretty deserted restroom in the basement, where he never saw anyone once classes were over for the day. H e had used it during his first months at Dalton, when he couldn't handle his homesickness and needed somewhere to cry to himself without worrying about random roommates or Warblers barging in.
He had finally gotten rid of Jacques, when he told him that spending four hours with him was more than enough for the first day and that he would see him in the morning during breakfast. Jacques was nice alright, but also kinda frustrating. He seemed to have trouble deciding whether he should be annoyed to hell by yet another new school or his need to make new friends, starting with Blaine.
In the end that meant, he would cling to Blaine while also being moody as hell.
Blaine would just have to deal with that he decided. Soon Jacques would make new friends who then, would teach him about Dalton and hopefully also about classic American literature.
For now though, Blaine was sitting on the floor leaning against the furthest wall, just trying to collect himself.
He was aware of the irony of his situation. Being a huge Harry Potter fan he sometimes hoped Myrtle would show up and brighten his day.
She didn't though, and so he crammed his books and loose paper into his bag, checked himself in the mirror and left his sanctuary to do….some more studying. At least it wasn't studying – this would be studying with Kurt.
He loved spending time with him and not seldomly hoped for more than what they had for now. He had decided that any advances would have to wait for a while, until he felt like Kurt was comfortable at Dalton and not still suffering from some sort of aftermath created by McKinley's very own Karofsky. He wanted whatever he had with Kurt to develop; to be natural and not something that automatically had to happen, because they both happened to be gay. No – he would wait until he was sure that Kurt genuinely was ready to be with someone.
That didn't mean he couldn't be excited about spending time with him - even if it was only to study. Today though, he was longing for his bed; for some sleep and maybe some relaxing music. But He could never ditch Kurt and he knew just being in his presence would make him feel better maybe even get rid of his headache. He would just have to make sure to get a convincing smile onto his face and be his chipper self. Blaine did not want yet another worried friend.