Don't panic when you start reading this chapter. Yes it is Kurtofsky, but Darren Criss's hotness needs to be pointed out too. :3

Dalton Academy: a place of prestige, of genius architecture, of acceptance, of…boys. Boys everywhere. They filled every lunch table, every dorm, every nook, and every cranny. They flooded the halls in such a proud manner that they no longer walked; they strutted. Nobody was scared here to be who they were going to be, and no one was shunned for expressing themselves.

For Kurt, everything here had been a dream come true. Nothing like how Mckinley had been. Upon first arriving to his prior school he had either been flat out ignored or some underhanded comment had been made about him, but here, he had practically been serenaded by a HOT guy and his HOT backup singers. At the time he hadn't been considering going to the school, but if that wasn't a welcome party, he didn't know what was. 'Teenage Dream' had fit the situation perfectly. The guys there were so nice that they even all laughed about it later when Kurt told them he had been spying on their Glee Club, the Warblers, and they already knew! It was the perfect cheesy moment.

Of course the main HOT guy had stood out to him the most.

Blaine Anderson was the most wonderful thing Kurt had ever seen. Unfortunately, he was also the most wonderful thing a lot of people there had ever seen. He was HOT, and he sang, and oh yeah, he was HOT. Lucky for Kurt, he just happened to be the first person he encountered there, and Blaine had instantly become someone he enjoyed talking to. With the bond of the word 'courage' between them, a great friendship had started. Something more too he hoped.

So then the transferred happened. Kurt had felt extremely bad about it at first because his dad and Carole hadn't been able to go on the honeymoon they deserved, but he had also felt really loved that they would actually do such a thing. In the beginning they really hadn't wanted him to leave him so they drove him the 90 or so miles from their house to Dalton Academy for about a week. That had gotten old real fast. The gas prices were simply outrageous and Kurt had told them it was ridiculous in the first place! The distance between the cities was horrifying, but it was manageable as long as it wasn't traveled everyday. For the most part, everyone found they were able to convince themselves that the cities were practically neighboring, and they treated it as such.

Kurt hadn't gotten a dorm room with Blaine however, because he already had a room mate, but he had been in with another member of the Warblers. So that was fun. Everything at Dalton was fun, but also hard work. For the amount of fun he had, the amount of exhaustion doubled. They expected a lot of him, so he found he was studying more and more often. His only sanctuary was the Warblers practice, and even that wasn't very relieving.

Unlike Mckinley, the Warblers tended to center around only one person. In New Directions they at least let everyone sing once in a while, but here it all went back to that 'everyone seems to love Blaine' thing. He was the only one singing solos, and as much as he loved Blaine's voice, he also got tired of it. That was until Blaine asked whether or not it was cheesy to sing to the one that you liked. Kurt had been so excited because well… they had been hanging out so much, Kurt didn't see how it could be anyone but him. It had caused a permanent smile to be plastered on his face for while. Well… when he didn't find his mind drifting off to other things. Such as karofsky. He was a trending topic in his mind.

That's right. Kurt was thinking about David Karofsky. At first the thoughts had all been bad, since the encounter at Bed Bath and Beyond. Sometimes however, he found himself laughing about it as he remembered the sight of Karofsky tripping and falling right in front of him. That had been both hilarious and terrifying, but if he took out the fear it could only be funny. Sometimes the image had even left him smiling through the hallways. All this of course had been before the Super bowl fiasco. It was possible he could never hear the word 'touchdown' again without blushing.

Sure, being locked in a room with your worst nightmare was petrifying, but when your worst nightmare started to morph back into something able to be called human, things changed. Having a civil conversation, laughing, joking… yes it had gotten a little awkward again, but for Karofsky to admit the truth, that he was gay, it had made a sort of impact on Kurt. It was as though he had accepted that it wasn't a bad thing, and though he couldn't tell everyone else, he could tell him. It was… a moment he supposed, and he had been so caught up in it, that when he was kissed, his own lips had kissed back automatically.

It wasn't something he could ever readily forget but when it got close to Valentines, and Blaine had asked the prior mentioned questioned, he had just been so extremely giddy that even that slipped his mind. He found himself practically running to Warbler's practice everyday, anticipating the time that Blaine would sing to him. It wasn't even a question in his mind whether or not he was the one Blaine liked. It had to be him! Instead, he had changed the question in his mind to 'what Blaine was going to sing to him.' Finally it happened. Blaine had an announcement to make.

It was what he had been waiting for, anticipating, yet, when words started coming out of Blaine's mouth, none of it made sense. Kurt rather liked the idea of being sung to in another location, preferably a romantic one, but…

"Why the Gap?" Kurt had found himself asking a little skeptically, but if Blaine wanted to sing to him in a store with the rest of the Warblers, he wasn't going to stop him. He would accept that. He would accept it even if they were in a dump and the whole world happened to be watching and singing along.

"Oh, because the guy that I like is the senior manager there." What the hell. Last time Kurt checked, he wasn't the senior manager at The Gap. Oh wait a second…

Blaine had been sitting up on a high, high pedestal in Kurt's mind until that announcement. With that he had just fallen off of it and hit every step on the way down. The two of them had spent almost every waking moment together, Kurt being rather suggestive on more than one occasion, yet Blaine goes to the mall once and falls for some guy that works at the Gap? It must have been one hell of a shopping trip.

OK, so anyone had to admit that Jeremiah had been attractive… but he was a jerk (sorta) and had a good point, he was older than Blaine. Any point he made was a good one to Kurt, because it meant that Blaine wouldn't be dating Jeremiah, and that meant a happy Kurt who still had a chance. All's well that ends well.

Right, so falling off that pedestal? Blaine had been allowed to crawl back up it a bit, Kurt couldn't help it. Every time he was with him, it just made him happy. Besides, Kurt had told Blaine the truth: that he had thought that Blaine was going to sing the song for him. It seemed to put a crack in the thick wall that was Blaine's obliviousness, and it could only go uphill from there. Kurt was crawling right up to Blaine's pedestal to sit in his lap.

Rachel had been a little speed bump in the road at one point, as weird as that was, but they got through that. Even Kurt's apparent lack of sexiness (so Blaine told him) hadn't stopped it from happening. It being a kiss! The kiss had made him so ecstatic that he didn't care that Blaine had told him 'he moved him' instead of he 'liked him' like any normal person, would. It wasn't until later that he had actually thought of the oddity of that statement, but he didn't care, it was cute now because they were dating. It had to be, right?

Kurt found it a little odd that Blaine didn't see how much he lov- was moved by Kurt until he heard him singing Blackbird by The Beatles. A song dedicated to the death of Pavarotti, the bird he had received upon arriving there. A yellow bird who had only known the cage all of it's life, but Kurt had loved dearly. The attachment he had formed with it was almost creepy, but it was a deep one, and he was sure Blaine had seen that. Just how much love he had for that Bird… and he could understand how it was 'moving', so the word fit, but what did that really mean?

"Move in on, Informal .

a.

To approach or make advances toward usurping another's success, authority, position, or the like.

b.

To take aggressive steps to control or possess"

No lie, that definition had sent him off on a whole other thought process, but Kurt was fairly sure that Blaine had meant this definition of the word:

"( tr ) to arouse affection, pity, or compassion in; touch"

Alright, but did that really mean the same thing as 'love'? They were two different words for a reason. Even if 'move' was just 'love' with an 'M'.

"–noun

1.

a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

2.

a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection

3.

sexual passion or desire."

Kurt sighed and set the dictionary down. Well when you put it in those words that sounded like Kar…of…sky. The second Kurt had realized what he was thinking about, it was too late. The thought had already come. Slowly, Kurt set the dictionary down onto his bed, the place he was sitting now.

Falling back onto his bed, instead of clearing his mind, Kurt let the thoughts fly to him. He wanted to think about this. Why had Karofsky been bullying him?At first, Kurt thought he just had some serious anger issues and the brain of a peanut and didn't know what morals were, but the case had turned into him being secretly gay and having a crush on him, or something that could be described as one. Perhaps it was more of an obsession… but, it was more compassionate than that, the kiss(es) they had shared had revealed that to him.

As creepy as it sounded, Kurt was able to relate Karofsky to him and Pavarotti. Kurt was like Pavarotti in this instance, and Karofsky was like him. Kurt wasn't a small bird, but he was a little thing that got to Karofsky. He was the truth, and he was what Karofsky wasn't, out and proud. Kurt, the 'truth', had to be kept in a cage however because if he, or it, ever got out there would be consequences. In the bird's case, he would literally be flying away, leaving the cage that was completely familiar to him. Similarly, if the truth got out, Karofsky would lose everything that was familiar to him. Everything that he was used too, the safety. On the other hand, a cage was also something that held one back and beyond it was a whole new world. Either things were going to go right in it, or they were going to go wrong. When had life never been like that?

On the same thought, it wasn't until after Pavarotti, or the truth, died that he had finally gotten what he wanted: Blaine. So if the truth died, didn't that leave a lie? Was what his relationship now only a lie because the truth was dying, because Karofsky refused to let it out? That he loved Kurt, while Blaine was only 'moved' by him?

The thoughts were swarming around in his mind now mercilessly, and he didn't like it. Nothing was making sense anymore… nothing at all. The only thing that had brought him relief was the sound of his phone buzzing, bringing him out of his deep, disconcerting thoughts. Kurt reached forward and latched onto the phone, turning it over so he could glance at the screen. It was an unknown number but Kurt opened it anyways. His eyes widened upon seeing the message.

" Hummel meet me at the lima bean on saturday at 10:30 am just do it"

Sorry that it took a little long for this update. I was actually unsure of what to write, but it came to me, and I am pretty sure I know where I am going for now. :)