The next couple of weeks Kurt was slowly getting used to his Dalton schedule. He knew what classes he liked and which ones he didn't, when he had to actually pay attention and the right times to slack off, what teachers to suck up to and which ones not to and most importantly, who to sit next to and who to avoid.
Kurt grinned as Wes waved him, Jeff and Nick over to the Warbler table that day at lunch. He felt proud sitting with the Warblers. They reminded him a little of his friends back at New Directions. They were almost… family like.
"Hey Kurt," Wes said, giving him a greeting smile.
David was practically bouncing in his seat and sloshed apple juice over Nick when he sat down. Nick wrinkled his nose and wiped his blazer accordingly.
"What's with David?" Jeff smirked.
"He's excited," Thad said in a bored tone, stirring a spoon through his yoghurt in a lazy manner.
"What for?" Kurt wondered.
"Warbler party," Blaine answered him, eyeing Kurt in his usual over-appreciative manner. "This Friday."
"It's in honor of our newest member," Wesley grinned. Kurt felt a faint blush come on.
They were throwing a party for him?
Wait… they were throwing a party for him…?
Kurt wasn't exactly the partying type. He hadn't had a drink since that barbaric April Rhodes paid their Glee Club a visit the prior year and attempted to turn Kurt into an alcoholic. Good times…
Well, ever since he had been completely turned off alcohol. Besides, they were at reform school. He was sure his dad was disappointed enough in him without him going off and partying with a bunch of drinking, black jacket wearing, smoking bad boys…
But Kurt was getting the impression that maybe these reform boys weren't the criminals they were painted to be. Even Blaine had kindly refrained from making any Italian comments outside Italian class since Kurt had so requested (he did however completely take advantage of the fact that in Italian class Kurt couldn't understand any of what Blaine was saying and had no idea of all the R rated things that were coming from his talented lips).
And they were throwing a party in his honor… it'd be kind of rude to say no.
"You'll be there… right Kurt?" Flint pressed.
"Of course," Kurt smiled.
"Good," Blaine smirked. "It'll give me time to think up your initiation…"
"Initiation?" Kurt repeated unsteadily.
"Yep," David grinned. "Before you can officially become a Warbler you must complete your initiation – we've all done it."
"Wh-what do I have to do?" Kurt asked.
"Well, as our lead soloist Blaine decides that," Wes said simply. Blaine's smirk grew as he watched Kurt's alarmed reaction.
Kurt jumped as a silver fork slammed down beside him and suddenly Jeff was frantically pulling him from the cafeteria.
"What? What is it?" Kurt asked, brushing his blazer off in light annoyance.
"It's about the initiation," Jeff said, frowning deeply.
"Well I guessed that much," Kurt returned dryly. "What about it?"
"I need to tell you what they made me do… and I want you to promise that you won't agree to it," Jeff said more serious than Kurt had ever seen him.
"What did they make you do?" Kurt asked slightly alarmed.
Jeff opened his mouth to reply but the bell signifying the end of lunch rang. Jeff swore under his breath in frustration.
"Just promise me you won't agree to anything yet," he said firmly. Kurt could see how upset he was so he nodded his head in agreeance.
As he watched Jeff race off to his next class he felt his heart sink.
What had they make Jeff do?
Or more or less… What had Blaine make him do?