They laid in Blaine's room a week later with four fans pointed at them strategically around the room, trying to fight the late summer heat. The air conditioner had broken the previous day.

Blaine laid with his head in Kurt's lap while Kurt tried to get up the energy to open up the envelope that could change their whole lives.

"Are you sure we shouldn't just wait til my mom gets back from Indiana?" Blaine asked weakly, moving his head to try to catch some of the cold air.

"We will call together right after we open it," Kurt reassured.

"Please open it," Blaine begged.

"Are you sure?" Kurt asked, lazily putting down the envelope.

"Please amour, open it?" Blaine pleaded, sitting up and putting his hands together.

"Lay back down, baby. You'll get heat stroke," Kurt demanded.

Blaine followed his order and laid back down as Kurt picked up the envelope.

He opened it and pulled out the papers inside. He examined them quietly for a few minutes, making Blaine stew for the answer.

Finally Kurt sat up and reposition a fan directly on himself.

"French One: Passed. American History: Passed, Junior English," Kurt paused, really enjoying making Blaine squirm. "Passed"

Blaine let out a huge sigh of relief.

"There's some more paperwork in here for your mom to deal with," Kurt commented lightly. "It looks like what they sent my Dad and Carole for Finn and I"

"That's good right?" Blaine asked, still a little worried.

Kurt flipped through the paperwork until he found what he was looking for. "Excellent. They sent you the Senior packet."

Blaine sat back up and threw himself into Kurt's arms, not caring about the heat.

"Can we call my mom now?" Blaine asked excitedly.

"Sure, baby. Call your mom," Kurt grinned. He had desperately wanted Blaine to be a senior this year with him. But he hadn't let himself fall in love with the idea. He knew Blaine was smart, but things didn't always turn out the right way for him. Now that he knew it was going to happen, he was ecstatic.

Kurt waited till Blaine was done talking to his mom.

"You know, I bet my dad could fix the air conditioner," Kurt mused.

"Wouldn't he know that we've had the house to ourselves all day?" Blaine worried.

"Well how about we invite everyone over for a last hurrah to summer in your pool?" Kurt suggested. "Really let you get to know your fellow student, now that you skipped a grade."

Blaine smiled, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby."

The party was in full swing when Burt showed up to help with the air conditioner.

Puck had taken it upon himself to become the one to stay away from if you didn't want to be thrown in the pool. Santana and Brittany were sitting in the shallow end talking. Rachel and Mercedes were trying to tan, but Finn wouldn't stop coming over and blocking the sun in his attempts to keep rubbing lotion on Rachel. Tina, Mike and Artie had their feet in the pool, asking Blaine questions about his life.

"I know you were here alone earlier, Kurt. A party isn't going to change that," Burt told him as he came out of the house with drinks for everyone. "Especially when I was with Finn when you called."

"At least I tried," Kurt told him a little embarrassed. "But obviously we weren't doing anything, dad. Do you feel how hot it is in here? I swear the heater is on."

"I do. Show me where the air conditioner is, then go save your boyfriend from your friends. He looked a little overwhelmed."

Kurt quickly showed him then went back outside to the party.

Blaine had joined Santana and Brittany. He looked like he sort of regretted it.

"Hey, Lady Hummel, your boy is making the pool very warm with the flames coming off him," Santana claimed as Kurt came closer. "And he says he skipped a grade? Did you tell him all the answers from the parking lot?"

"No one thinks you're any less gay with the homophobia, Santana," Kurt rolled his eyes. "And didn't you get caught doing that for Brittany last year?."

"Come on, Blaine. You don't need to be around the internalized homophobia she's putting off," Kurt said sweetly, not giving her time to come up with another insult.

"Quit bullying Santana!" Brittany said, annoyed with Kurt.

"She shouldn't be mean to my boyfriend then," Kurt replied, not letting his smile fall.

Kurt lead Blaine over to one of the free chairs on the other side of the pool.

"What's wrong, baby?" Kurt asked concerned. "Were they being invasive?"

"No. It's just- your friends. I get the feeling they don't like me coming to McKinley, especially as a senior. Even Finn glared at me."

"They're probably just jealous," Kurt sighed. "I know they'll accept you, baby."

"I told Mr. Schuester I'd rather sway in the background than sing lead with the way he handles it," Blaine admitted. "And I showed him the show choir blogs."

"Oh my god, you didn't!" Kurt laughed. "Maybe this year he'll be more giving when it comes to solos."

"I hope so. I still can't believe that he ignores you - the true gem of the club," Blaine sighed, always irritated when he thought about a countertenor like Kurt being left to just be back up.

Kurt shook his head in amusement as he looked at Blaine adoringly.

"I think there are plenty of gems in New Directions, Blaine. And he ignores almost all of them," Kurt sighed. "But I appreciate the encouragement."

"What do you think I should do to get them to like me?" Blaine worried as he looked around at the New Directions.

"Just be your cute self, Blaine," Kurt reassured. "They'll learn to love you," Kurt pulled Blaine into his lap. "And it's their lost if they don't."

"But what do I do if they won't like me?" Blaine asked insecurely.

"Baby, everyone doesn't have to like you. I know you'd prefer it, but that's just a fact of life," Kurt sighed, hugging him close.

"I think Mike, Tina, and Artie might like me," Blaine confessed. "But they might have just been talking to me to see if they could test out of junior year as well."

"I can't see Tina or Artie only talking to you for information. They're much nicer than that," Kurt comforted him. "And Mike is already a senior, so he wouldn't have an ulterior motive."

Blaine nodded gratefully.

"Now redo the sunscreen on my back, baby. My neck is starting to feel hot," Kurt commanded.

Blaine grinned and went to the other side of the pool where Kurt left his sunscreen. He grabbed the bottle.

As he returned to Kurt, he suddenly felt weightless and the next second he was under the water. It took a breath full of water before his body reacted and he swam to the top. He swam over to the side as he coughed up water.

"I knew there was normal hair under that helmet!" Finn exclaimed.

"Where did you take Blaine?" Brittany asked.

"That is Blaine." Santana corrected nicely.

Blaine looked around trying to figure out who must have thrown him in. But Kurt beat him to it.

"What is wrong with you?" Kurt glared at Finn and Puck. "You didn't even give him time to take a breath! He could have drowned!"

"He's fine," Finn rolled his eyes.

"Sorry about that dude," Puck apologized to Blaine.

"What is your problem, Finn?" Kurt demanded. "You've been being rude to him for weeks!"

"It's okay, Kurt," Blaine sighed in disappointed, trying to defuse the situation after he climbed out of the pool. But Kurt just squeezed his hand and let go.

"He thinks he can just waltz into glee club and take all the solos," Finn sad irritatedly.

"Newsflash, Finn. School hasn't even started and not everything is about Glee club," Kurt stood in front of Finn angrily, not letting their difference in size intimidate him.

"Why else would he transfer and steal one of the seniors' spots?" Finn asked dumbly, refusing to back down.

"You know exactly why he transferred and is a senior," Kurt glared giving Finn a look of distaste.

"I'd like to know why, too," Rachel said, coming up behind Finn.

"Well that's really none of your business, is it, Rachel?" Kurt snapped as he saw Puck motioning behind her and Finn. Kurt nodded, knowing this argument wasn't going anywhere. They'd learned how to fight as siblings very well.

Before he could blink, Puck tackled Finn into the pool.

"Finn!" Rachel yelled out in shock. She looked back over at Kurt.

Kurt put his hand over his mouth so she couldn't see him laughing.

"I think it is my business. We're all going to live in together next year."

Kurt stopped laughing, "Excuse me? Blaine and I are definitely getting our own apartment, Rachel. You're welcome to visit." But my sub and I need our own place.

"I don't want to live with them next year, Rachel," Finn commented as he got out of the pool, already planning how to get Puck. "They're way too affectionate."

"Says the boy that frenched Rachel on stage," Kurt muttered as he walked away, and warned, "I swear if you push me in the pool, Puckerman, you will regret it."

It was Blaine's very first week at McKinley High. He'd woken up early to make sure everything was okay.

He had all his signed forms, the outfits Kurt picked for the week, and all his school supplies and his snacks.

It felt weird not putting his Dalton uniform on. But he'd have to get used to the feeling.

Blaine picked up his messenger bag and headed downstairs to eat a small breakfast. Kurt would be there to pick him up in about 10 minutes.

Blaine ran through his list again in his head as he ate. He remembered that Kurt had given him two outfits each this week. Kurt claimed that it was important. Kurt hadn't told him why though. He decided he better go back upstairs and get the outfit.

Better safe, than to not follow Kurt's command. Kurt thought up some pretty mean punishments like looking up the book he was reading and threatening to reveal the big twist or ending. He wasn't sure if Kurt would actually do it, but he didn't want to risk it.

He went to go wait outside and Kurt's navigator pulled up as he was halfway down his pathway.

Blaine went around to the passenger side and got in. He met Kurt in the middle for their morning kiss.

"You look very cute today," Kurt smiled with a knowing grin as he started driving toward school.

"Thanks. My boyfriend is an artist when it comes to clothing."

"Only clothes?" Kurt pretended to be offended.

"The list is too long," Blaine claimed earnestly.

"I love you," Kurt laughed.

"Oh, that list is so much longer."

Kurt waited for a stop light before turning and kissing Blaine again.

"You're just so-" Kurt cut off as the radio started a song. "See, even the radio thinks you're perfect."

They sang along to the song Perfect by P!nk the rest of the way to school.

Kurt took Blaine's hand as they walked through the parking lot.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Blaine asked concernedly.

"The biggest bullies graduated last year. We've just got to avoid the blockhead hockey team," Kurt consoled him. "But unfortunately there are still slushies."

"Slushies?" Blaine asked, confused.

"They throw them in people's faces," Kurt explained.

Blaine shivered at the thought.

Blaine went to his first class and took a seat at the front while he waited for school start. He'd taken Home Ec, even though Kurt said the class was a bit of a joke. But he figured if he even learned one new thing, it be worth it.

Besides, how was he supposed to be a good sub for Kurt, if he didn't even know to cook correctly? He knew it was similar to baking, but there must be some other steps to it.

And he didn't know the important ways of how to clean. He knew some chemicals could hurt him if he mixed them. But he didn't know which ones those were.

Plus he heard that they would do a unit on babies. He'd always heard about schools doing that, but he'd never had a chance before. And he hoped Kurt wanted to have kids in the future, so he'd love the practice.

Blaine's second class was Gym. He was looking forward to see how Kurt filled out his gym clothes.

"Oh my god," Kurt gasped out when he came in and saw Blaine in what could only be described as booty shorts.

"Okay," He took another deep breath. "Where did you get those shorts, Blaine?"

"I bought them at the Gym office," Blaine said innocently. He didn't see anything wrong with his clothes. They looked like everyone else's as far as he could tell.

"Do you want to skip?" Kurt asked still staring at his shorts. He started talking to himself , "No that's not a good idea. I need to control myself"

"What's wrong, Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"There is no way that I can do Gym with you looking like that, Blaine," Kurt finally explained. "It's so unbelievably hot."

"Oh," Blaine blushed hard.

"Yeah, come with me, baby," Kurt commanded.

"I do want makeout, Kurt. I really do. But I don't want to skip," Blaine said as he let himself be lead by Kurt.

Kurt stopped at the Gym office.

"Okay, which one of you sold him the shorts?" Kurt asked the girls who were sitting inside.

"Oh my god, Mackenzy. It's better than we thought," one girl gushed, staring at Blaine's legs.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't oogle my boyfriend," Kurt told them putting his arm around Blaine's waist and let it drift downward.

"Fine," The girl said, disappointed as she looked in a box and took out longer shorts, handing them to Blaine. "We'll need the shorter ones back later."

"Oh, no. We're keeping them," Kurt claimed. "I am allowed to enjoy them."

"Baby, sometimes you're a little too trusting," Kurt told Blaine affectionately.

When they got back to the locker room, Kurt quickly changed to his own PE clothes and Blaine put his new shorts on.

Kurt's frustration was only lifted for a few minutes before the teacher announced it was dodgeball day.

Blaine was amazing at dodgeball. And apparently he was also very flexible. He remained the winner for 2 rounds, until a ball was about to hit Kurt in the face and Blaine jumped in front of it.

Then it was hell for Kurt until the classes ended, once the other team realized that Blaine would always sacrifice himself for Kurt.

Their shared Civics class was interesting. And it brought Blaine's attention to the election for Class President.

"Kurt, you should run. It will help your college application," Blaine whispered. "And I know you have amazing ideas for this school."

Kurt smiled adoringly "I'll think about it."

At lunch, Blaine surprised Kurt by serenading him with It's Not Unusal. He couldn't resist after he saw a piano sitting in the courtyard. As he finished the song, he decided he'd sing another given how the crowd was responding.

Unfortunately, before he could pick a song, someone set the piano on fire.

Blaine frowned. That had killed the crowds response.

His Art class was amazing and that helped Blaine to forget what someone had done to his harmless serenades.

They were starting off low in class, but he knew he could make something amazing by Christmas for Kurt, Coop, and his Mom.

He started writing down ideas in his folder based on the type of projects that were displayed from the year before.

"So how do I join Glee?" Blaine asked as they headed to the choir room.

"I think you did, Blaine. That amazing serenade was definitely worthy as an audition," Kurt grinned. "And I think you need a reward for it, when I take you home."

Blaine grinned delightedly. He loved any reward Kurt could give him.

They entered the choir room and found a place in the back to sit down.

Soon everyone streamed in and so did Mr. Shue.

"As you can see we have a new member of New Directions, Awesome song, Blaine."

"He set fire to a piano!" someone protested.

Blaine didn't want to know who accused him. He closed his eyes and hid himself in Kurt's shoulder. He knew this was going to happen.

"Oh look the puppy's crying," Santana laughed.

"We know it was you, Santana," Rachel accused. "I saw you!"

The club dissolved into chaos as people took sides.

Blaine stayed quiet as Kurt whispered reassurances in his ear.

At the end of Glee, some guy with a camera came in to interview Rachel and Kurt.

They bragged about their big city dreams.

Blaine grinned when Kurt mentioned marriage legally by 30.

The guidance counselor, who was walking by, overheard them and asked them to her office.

Blaine went to follow, but first he amended one of Kurt's statements.

"He meant married by 25," Blaine said, winking.

He caught up with Kurt as they were sitting down.

"I'm glad you followed, friend of Kurt and Rachel. Take a seat," The guidance counselor told him.

"Now I hear that you plan to go to Juilliard?" Miss Pillsbury asked

"We're going for Musical Theater," Rachel informed excitedly.

Miss Pillsbury let them down gently. Juilliard did not have a Musical Theater Program. Instead she showed them a book for NYADA.

"Now what are your college plans, Mr.-" She trailed off, "I don't think we've met yet."

"Anderson," Blaine supplied. "I just transferred."

"I'm going to Tisch for Theater, with a possible Photography minor," Blaine recited.

"Blaine! You have to go to the same school as us!" Rachel insisted.

"I don't think so, Rachel. I've been working toward Tisch since I was 9," Blaine denied her her preferred response. He liked his plan. It kept him from feeling lost, knowing that he had something to focus and move toward.

"How about you all apply to both schools?" Miss Pillsbury suggested.

"I think that's a good idea," Blaine agreed. He didn't want Kurt to not have a back up.

"There's actually a mixer tonight for Nyada, if you'd like to go."

Kurt and Rachel seemed excited for the mixer.

Blaine was happy for them, but he wondered if they truly knew what they were getting into. He knew Kurt was worthy of NYADA, but he was going to have to beat out thousands for a place.

A/N: Reviews please