AN - Sorry, I know it's been a while. I just got back to school, then I was sick, and... I know that's not a good enough reason. I've also been working on a few ideas for some other fics.
Do you guys like the whole "flashback from last chapter" thing at the beginning of each chapter? I always get really annoyed when a story is updated and I can't remember the plot-line, so I decided to do this.
Also, I know that it's really short. It's just a kinda filler chapter. In two/three chapters will be my favourite chapter! The audition is coming up! I have a perfect song, all ready for Kurt (and Blaine) to sing.
Reviews feed the monkeys. (I have no idea where that came from.)
Bold is Blaine singing.
Italics is Kurt singing.
Bolded Italics is both of them singing.
"... I know Kurt will miss his friends and family while he is here. So I enlisted his step-brother's help to get the whole of the New Directions; his close family; and even a few trusted teachers; to give him a surprise goodbye/"Welcome to Dalton" party. However, I planned on holding it here, in our common room..."
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"... I would like to offer the use of my car for you to bring all your belongings to school tomorrow"
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"I have to go now," I said, "but I'll be at your house tomorrow morning, around nine! Can't wait!"
Kurt P.O.V.
It finally the day. It was finally happening - today was the day I moved into Dalton. Technically, I only started on Monday, but Blaine had said that it was okay if I moved in today, that he knew my future room-mate personally, and that they wouldn't mind. As it was the weekend, and I hadn't officially started yet, I was still in street clothes; but a bit more considerate than my normal clothes - I didn't want to make a bad impression.
I had gone with black skinny jeans that weren't as skinny as I usually wore and a crisp light blue t-shirt that matched my eyes. This was accessorized with only a black scarf that I slung around my neck, and my matching back coat - the same one that I wore when I first went to spy. My hair was natural today, as I had packed all my toiletries last night, which also meant that I hadn't done my moisturizing routine. I was dressed to impress.
I was shocked out of my thoughts when the doorbell rang. Checking the clock, I realised that it must be Blaine. I posed in my mirror one final time, and climbed up from my basement to see that my dad had already let him in and they were chatting about the latest football game.
"Kurt! It's great to see you. Are you ready?" asked Blaine, looking excited.
"Almost, I'm just gonna put the rest of my bags in your car so we can get going." I said, looking around for them. I looked to my dad inquisitively, questioning with my eyes where my bags are.
"Blaine's already gone and put them in his car, son. Now, have you got everything that you need?" my dad questioned.
I mentally checked through my list, and confirmed with him and Blaine that I was ready. With one final hug, Blaine and I were off.
"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine started. "Do you want to take a detour for morning tea? I had breakfast hours ago, and I'm really hungry."
"Sounds perfect. I'll just follow you?"
"That's fine." he answered, getting into his car as I got into mine. See you there."
3rd person P.O.V.
After a nice morning tea of bagels and coffee, they set off again. This time, Kurt's radio was on, and he was singing along. He had turned it to a Top 40 station, trying to find a song for his audition. He had told Blaine over the phone last night that he had an idea, but had realised this morning that "Bad Romance" was probably too riske for a male acapella choir.
He was just humming along to the few song that he knew the melody of, trying to find something that he could sing along to. A song that he knew quite well came on, and he hummed along to the male part, while reminiscing on his failed almost-duet with Sam. When it got to the higher, female part, he sung it with all he had.
In the other car, Blaine was listening to the same station, singing along to the male part with all he had.
Do you hear me? I'm talking to you.
Across the water across the deep blue ocean,
Under the open sky, oh my,
Baby I'm trying.
Boy, I hear you in my dreams.
I feel your whisper across the sea.
I keep you with me in my heart,
You make it easier when life gets hard.
In Kurt's car, he was realizing how much this song applied to his life. He considered Blaine his best friend, and while he wouldn't yet admit how much he loved him, he was certainly infatuated by him.
Lucky I'm in love with my best friend,
Lucky to have been where I have been,
Lucky to be coming home again.
Ooh ooh ooh.
They don't know how long it takes,
(They don't know how long it takes)
Waiting for a love like this.
Every time we say goodbye,
(Every time we say goodbye)
I wish we had one more kiss,
I'll wait for you I promise you, I will.
Blaine was coming to the same realizations in his own car, as he was unknowingly singing a duet with the one boy who had been on his mind for weeks now.
I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend,
Lucky to have been where I have been,
Lucky to be coming home again.
Lucky we're in love in every way,
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed,
Lucky to be coming home someday.
And so I'm sailing through the sea,
To an island where we'll meet.
You'll hear the music fill the air,
I'll put a flower in your hair.
Though the breezes through trees,
Move so pretty you're all I see.
As the world keeps spinning 'round,
You hold me right here, right now.
Lucky I'm in love with my best friend,
Lucky to have been where I have been,
Lucky to be coming home again.
Lucky we're in love in every way,
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed,
Lucky to be coming home someday.
Ooh ooh ooh,
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh.
The next song on gave Kurt an idea. He knew what he was doing for his audition. He just needed Blaine's help.
Kurt's P.O.V.
Finally we pulled into the Dalton Academy car park. Blaine suggested that we leave all my stuff in our cars and get the Warblers to help bring it to my room later. He grabbed my hand and I blushed as he pulled me along, while explaining the rooming system.
"...and we'll be in the Warbler Hall - our common room doubles as the choir room. You'll be placed in Griff, same as you room-mate." he rambled on, dropping my hand. I sighed at the loss of contact. "That reminds me, I need to get you introduced to your room-mate. You'll probably remember him from that time you came and spied on us." he continued. I blushed at the memory. "Oh, but beware, I forced David and Wes to be normal when we had coffee with them. Everyone in the Warblers is some degree of crazy."
Blaine finally stopped in the middle of the hall, shouting out to two boys sitting on one of the benches in the hall, chatting quietly. "Hey Jeff, Nick!" shouted Blaine. "You remember Kurt?"
"Oh yes, the endearing spy from McKinley!" answered the blond one. "Welcome to Dalton. This is your room-mate," he said winking and pointing to Blaine, "Blaine Anderson."
"Blaine! Are you kidding me? You tricked me into thinking that it would be someone I'd only seen in passing!" I yelled, trying to hide my excitement of the prospect of sharing a room with him. We continued on to what I guessed was the common room/choir room.
"Jeff and Nick are co-dependent." he said, completely ignoring my reaction to his little prank. "You'll get used to it. They've been going out for a couple years now. I have to warn you that Wes and David are partners in crime. They have an 'epic bromance' going on. Their words, not mine. We're all convinced that they'll wake up and realise that they are in love with each other."
"I though you told me that they had girlfriends." I interrupted.
"Yeah, well David is openly bisexual, and Wes is confused. They just refuse to admit it. You'll understand soon enough." he waved off my question. "Here we are! Common room!"
He opened the door and motioned for me to go first. I strutted inside, and...
"SURPRISE!" was screamed at me from all angles. I noticed Mercedes, Finn and even Mr. Schue was there.
Boy, I wasn't expecting this.
AN - The song was Lucky, originally by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat, but I used the Glee lyrics (I don't know, maybe they're different). And I don't own it.
I also don't own Glee, or any of the actors, but I'd happily pay any price to get a Darren Criss or Chris Colfer shipped to Australia.