Kurt edged his way along a temporarily quiet corridor, marveling at the grand architecture of the building, admiring the murals and portraits lining the walls of Dalton Academy. Nothing about this place held any resemblance to the shabby, cheap and chaotic hallways of McKinley, which were constantly lined with posters, notice boards and slogans. His contemplative frame of mind was abruptly interrupted by the shrill school bell as a sea of uniformed clad teenage boys poured forth from doors on all sides, causing Kurt to shrink back against a wall. As the majority of the crowd dispersed Kurt joined the general flow of students who seemed to largely be heading in the same direction. It seemed there was going to be some significant student event held shortly.
A number of the students seemed to be chatting excitedly about The Warblers performance and their entry into the upcoming choir competition. Kurt's ears perked up immediately, drawing closer to the group of boys who were particularly enthusiastic in their conversation, as they descended the main stairs.
Kurt was so engrossed in his eavesdropping that he hadn't noticed several boys who were coming down the stairs at speed. As the last in the group passed him, the boys elbow caught Kurt from behind, sending him stumbling forwards into the group he was tailing.
"Watch it David, you big goof!" Blaine called over the sound of the crowd at his friends departing back. Turning his attention immediately to the warm solid weight in his arms, Blaine realized that he had in fact caught the porcelain skinned boy of his daydreams. A passing thought of 'this is too good to be true' flitted across Blaine's consciousness.
The two boys shared a moment of wide eyed shock in which Kurt's cheeks took on a rosy pink coloring as Blaine helped him back to his feet. Kurt started mumbling out a panicked apology as he agitatedly smoothed out his jacket and flung his bag back over his shoulder. A confident and friendly smile appeared on Blaine's face, "Sorry about my friend… are you okay? I hope you didn't get hurt."
Kurt's continued flustered and mildly panicked look caused Blaine to extend his hand reflexively, "I'm Blaine".
When their hands met Kurt momentarily went still in shock, followed by a deeper blush.
"I'm on my way to The Warbler's performance." This seemed to bring Kurt somewhat out of his state of shock so Blaine continued talking.
"Follow me, I know a short cut."
It was only when they got to a crowded and energetic room filled with what seemed like half the school population that Kurt's hand was released.
"Excuse me, I have to go and join my group" Blaine said, stepping to the front of the formation gathered in the impromptu stage area.
Kurt was spellbound for the entire performance, his hand stayed tightly closed, in hopes of retaining the warmth and pleasant sensation of connection that he had temporarily felt from the presence of Blaine Warblers hand.
As the song came to a close and the two boys locked eyes Kurt felt that this could be his own opportunity to learn some new signs, as his eyes continued to follow the boy moving amongst his friends.