After classes for the day Kurt was shown to his dormitory. He found himself in a room with Jeff, Nick and Thad, who was Warbler who was in a gang. Kurt was rather intimidated by him at first, but Jeff and Nick assured him that he was fine once you got to know him and actually spent more time in the library or music hall than their dorm.

Speaking of the music hall, that afternoon Kurt had to prepare his solo for his audition the next day.

"You'll want to sing something fairly mainstream," Nick told him.

"So… no showtunes?" Kurt grimaced at this misfortune. Jeff and Nick chuckled.

"No… I wouldn't," Jeff said apologetically.

"How long have you guys been Warblers?" Kurt asked.

"Well, I've been here for five months," Nick explained. "I was rooming with Thad and another guy called Max – he was expelled last month for fighting," Kurt winced. "Thad heard me singing one day when I thought there was no one around, and he invited me to audition."

"If you don't mind me asking…" Kurt ventured carefully, "why are you here?"

Nick grinned. "Nah, it's okay. I got busted for blowing shit up."

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"So basically you're a pyromaniac?"

Nick nodded proudly, his grin growing larger. "My parents sent me here when they discovered that the explosive bomb I was working on so tirelessly in my bedroom all the time wasn't academic."

Kurt wasn't sure how to respond to that…

Thankfully Jeff broke the awkward silence. "So what did you have in mind for your audition?"

"Actually…" Kurt smirked, "I have just the song…"

"Good afternoon Warblers," Wesley Kim's surprisingly pompous voice rang through the auditorium. His expensive looking black jean jacket carried the canary crest that all the Warblers wore and he wore it with pride, his smile broad and his dark eyes excited. He loved new talent, and they might just find some more today. "I'd like to start the meeting off with potential Warbler Kurt Hummel's audition. Kurt Hummel could you please step forward?"

Kurt stepped forward as directed, a confident smile on his face. So what if on the inside he was shaking?

"Hi, Warblers," Kurt said, clearing his throat and attempting to sound confident. "Jeff and Nick told me you guys were an acapella choir, so I had this arranged…" the Warblers looked surprised as Kurt began handing out sheet music. Wesley looked thrilled.

"Excellent," he said enthusiastically flipping through the part.

Jeff gave him an encouraging smile, grabbing his guitar and lightly strumming, the only music they'd need.

The Warblers began their backing acapella and Kurt took a deep breath, steadying his voice as he began to sing.

Baby can't you see I'm calling

A guy like you should wear a warning

It's dangerous I'm falling

Kurt's smile grew as he saw the approval on the other Warbler's faces. His voice began to grow more confident as he danced around the room, his hips swaying to the steady beat.

There's no escape I can't wait

I need a hit baby give me it

You're dangerous I'm loving it

As Kurt stood by the fireplace (for a reform school these kids were rich) his eyes locked onto Blaine's. He hadn't really noticed him before, too immersed in his own nerves, but apparently Blaine had noticed him. He wasn't singing at all, but rather enjoying (well Kurt hoped) the show, his eyes wide and attentive, watching the performance in…

Awe?

As if completely empowered by Blaine's reaction, Kurt's genuine smile turned into a sexy smirk as he twirled around, trailing his fingertips along the back of Blaine's armchair as he sang the bridge, his voice reaching an unnaturally high octave. He could have sworn Blaine shivered.

Too high can't come down

Losing my head spinning round and round

Oh… can you feel me now?

The other boys were grinning in approval so Kurt turned his attention back to them and flirted around the other members, giving Nick a little twirl and Wes a wink. Throughout the rest of the performance he could still feel Blaine's intense hazel stare on him…

With the taste of your lips I'm on a high

You're toxic I'm slipping under

With the taste of a poison paradise

And I love what you do don't you know that you're toxic?

With a final strum of the guitar the song had ended and Kurt was left breathless and nervous as the Warblers clapped and cheered enthusiastically. Obviously it had been good… but was it good enough.

"Kurt Hummel," Wes said impassively before breaking out into a large grin, "welcome to the Warblers!"

a/n: for the song, it's Britney Spear's Toxic (in case you didn't get that ;)) but think Glee Cast version. Of course it isn't mine so *disclaimer*