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Chapter two

The hallways of Dalton were already dramatically different to those of McKinley. For one, they had a better colour scheme, which immediately set Kurt's mind at rest. Another benefit was that the uniformed boys milling around him didn't cast him a second glance except for a friendly smile.

Kurt almost did a double take at that. They didn't even know him. Why were they being so nice?

It had taken less persuading than he had first assumed it would for Kurt to get his dad to let him look at Dalton. Burt had, apparently, seen every inch of how unhappy Kurt was and had been debating ways to revert him back to his old self for months.

It hadn't been an easy decision to leave McKinley, but one he knew that he had to take. Karofsky could never find out that it was him and frankly, Kurt was more than ready for a fresh start at a more accepting school. Dalton had, of course, been at the top of his list, save for the steep tuition fees, but Kurt had already agreed to cut down his shopping budget to pitch in for the costs.

Kurt descended the staircase, frowning as students pushed past him in a buzz of excitement, murmuring and sprinting through the corridors below. It was only when he was jostled for the third time that he let out an exasperated sigh, tapping the shoulder of the boy in front of him.

The boy turned and for a moment, Kurt froze. He might as well sign the entry forms to Dalton now. Wherever this boy was, Kurt wanted to be.

He quickly regained control and smiled at him. "Excuse me? Hi, can I ask you a question? I'm new here, just looking around."

"My name's Blaine," the boy said, reaching out the shake Kurt's hand.

Kurt's brain was so frazzled by this point that he barely managed to stutter out, "K."

If Blaine was surprised by the ominous name, he didn't show it.

"So what exactly is going on?" Kurt asked, looking around him.

"The Warblers," Blaine replied, "Every now and again they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons. Tends to shut the school down for a while."

Kurt paused, looking disbelieving. "So, wait, so the Glee club here is kind of cool?"

"The Warblers are like rock stars," Blaine assured him, grinning.

Kurt raised his eyebrows, refusing to pass comment.

"Come on, I know a shortcut," Blaine continued, holding out his hand for Kurt's gloved one.

Kurt looked bewildered, but accepted anyway and they walked through the – thankfully, now deserted – hallways.

"So, let me guess, you found your soul mate and now you're transferring to this school because you can't bear to be apart from him?" Blaine asked, giving Kurt a sideways look.

He paused, frowning at Blaine. "People actually do that?"

"It's not uncommon," Blaine told him. "So I'm guessing that's not what you're doing here?"

Kurt held up his gloved palm by way of explanation.

"Wait," Blaine paused, looking scandalised. He lowered his voice as he continued, "Do you not have a soul mate?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yes, I have a soul mate, unfortunately. Frankly, the practise of soul mates disgusts me. Why do you think I introduced myself as K? I don't want to accidentally introduce myself to someone who I have no intention of spending my life with. I want to be with someone because I love them, not because my palm tells me to be with them."

Blaine stopped, trying to take this in, before replying, "I happen to think it's ridiculously romantic. The idea of love being defined by fate rather than affected by mundane mistakes makes perfect sense to me. I mean, I haven't found my soul mate yet, but I can't wait to do so."

"Figures," Kurt scoffed. Blaine looked offended before he continued, "All the gel on your head must have gotten to your brain."

Blaine chuckled at this, "So, should I show you my hand? You might be there. And then you'd have to put up with my hair all the time," he teased, grinning.

"Please don't," Kurt shuddered at the mere thought. But he had to admit, out of all the boys he'd ever met, he would be least opposed to Blaine being his soul mate. "I never want to know who my supposed life partner is." Kurt replied, primly.

"I promise to never show you my palm," Blaine vowed, stuffing his marked hand into his blazer pocket as they reached the door to the senior commons.

"Good," Kurt replied, flitting inside. He paused when he saw the masses of students and Blaine skirted around him, grinning. "I stick out like a sore thumb," Kurt noted, and Blaine chuckled.

"Well next time, don't forget your jacket, new kid," Blaine winked once before turning away and melting into the crowd of, what Kurt could only assume were, the Warblers.

Kurt just stared, open-mouthed in one of his least attractive expressions, as the Warblers began to sing, led by Blaine. The boy was beyond talented, beyond gorgeous and almost too nice. Did he have a single flaw?

"Before you met me,

I was alright,

But things got kind of heavy,

You brought me to life,

Now every February,

You'll be my valentine, valentine."

Blaine locked eyes with Kurt as he sung, grinning and winking more than once, making Kurt blush and duck his head in order to avoid Blaine's gaze.

"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."

Kurt sighed. Katy Perry. That was going to be a problem if the two of them were ever to become friends because judging by Blaine's expression, he had an affinity towards this woman and Kurt couldn't have disagreed more. Save for her controversial relationship to Russell Brand, she held little interest for him. However, Kurt couldn't have denied that coming from Blaine's mouth, the words sounded perfect.

"My heart stops when you look at me,

Just one touch, now baby I believe,

This is real, so take a chance,

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back."

As the song drew to a close, Kurt gaped, barely remembering how to clap. He did so, however, wildly, grinning at Blaine. However, his smile soon faded when Blaine leant over, clasping the face of a nearby Warbler and kissed him full on the mouth.

Kurt gawped. Blaine had said that he didn't know who his soul mate was and now he was openly flaunting his relationship with another Warbler right in front of Kurt. He took an involuntary step backwards, faltering at the sharp sting in his heart. Why did he care so much? He'd just met Blaine. Sure, he was kind of dreamy looking and completely charming, but Kurt didn't even know him, let alone like him.

And besides, if Blaine liked the idea of soul mates so much, why did he have his tongue down the throat of another man?

Kurt was so lost in his thoughts that the barely noticed that Blaine had pulled away, kissing Thad once more before making his way over to Kurt. He floundered, unsure of whether to run away or stay, scold or congratulate Blaine. Kurt shifted, smiling bravely at the boy in front of him.

"So, practising for your soul mate?" Kurt blurted before he could stop himself.

Blaine gave him a searching look before replying, "Um…something like that. Shall we walk?" He asked, gesturing to the door.

Kurt nodded, filing out of the room and into the corridor. Blaine pointed the way out into the courtyard and Kurt obliged, following his directions until they were sat on a bench in the corner of the yard.

"You were really good, by the way," Kurt told him, smiling.

"Thanks," Blaine replied, grinning at him. "I have, like, an affinity with Katy Perry."

Kurt groaned. "I knew I'd find a flaw," he said.

Blaine chuckled. "It's hardly a flaw."

Kurt scoffed at him. "That's a matter of opinion. She's not exactly Patti LuPone, is she?"

"No one could compare to Patti," Blaine pointed out.

"You like –" Kurt paused, trying to make sense of it all. He shook his head. "I take it back, you are flawless."

Blaine laughed, "Hardly."

"True, you are kind of obnoxious," Kurt amended, winking at him.

Blaine looked mock-offended. "I preferred you when you were calling me flawless."

"Honesty is the best policy," Kurt pointed out. He took a deep breath. "So," he continued, "you have a boyfriend."

Blaine shrugged. "I wouldn't really call it that."

"I thought you were in love with the idea of soul mates," Kurt reminded him.

Blaine shrugged again. "I know that Thad isn't my soul mate, and I'm not his, but I figure I can't be lonely while I wait for my one and only to show up."

"Nice logic," Kurt replied, "Can I get it on a t-shirt?" He deadpanned.

Blaine struggled to keep a straight face. "I'll mail it to you."

"Perfect."

TBC...

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