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Kurt sat by himself the next morning at breakfast instead of joining the Warbler's usual table. He wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of that group anymore. He just wanted to fit in somewhere.
At McKinley, he hadn't fit in with any of the usual cliques. Yeah, he was a nerd, but his IQ had surpassed anyone else at the public school, with the possible exception of Artie. The other nerds called him conceited and aloof, though he had never given them a reason to think that. He loved to sing and dance, and thought he'd be accepted in Glee club, but again his differences set him apart and they never really made him feel welcome.
"Hi. Can I sit here?" Blaine asked, tentatively. Kurt barely looked up, and only shrugged in reply. Blaine sat beside him, setting his plate of scrambled eggs with cheese and salsa down next to his glass of orange juice. They were silent for several minutes as they ate. "I never told you why I transferred to Dalton."
Kurt glanced at him then. "Why?"
"I was beaten up at my old school for being gay." He said it casually, as if discussing the weather. "They beat me pretty bad, I had a broken rib, a broken wrist, and a broken nose."
"Blaine! I'm so sorry!"
The darker boy just shrugged it off. "I was lucky. There was another gay kid at my school. They beat him up too, but he got it worse. He's paralyzed from the waist down now."
"That's horrible! What happened to the guys who did it?"
"There were three of them. Two of them are in juvie, and they'll get out when they are eighteen, records sealed, of course. The third one was tried as an adult because he was only three months out from his eighteenth birthday. He got ten years for assault and battery with intent to cause great bodily harm."
There was another moment of silence. "Wes is sorry for how he treated you. He wants to talk to you about working up some choreography for regionals."
Kurt brightened. "Really?"
"Yes. After what happened at lunch yesterday, Wes actually googled you, and found some rather interesting youtube videos."
Kurt suddenly blushed red. "Oh Gaga, please say he didn't..."
"Push it? Really? And Toxic?"
"Oh god, just kill me now!" Kurt hid his face in his hands. Blaine laughed.
"I couldn't decide which was my favorite, Single Ladies or 4minutes."
"Is there any chance you didn't see Bad Romance?" Blaine laughed harder.
"How did you walk in those shoes?"
The pale boy moaned. "Very carefully."
Blaine laughed and patted him on the back. "Seriously, though, you are an amazing dancer, and your voice is awesome! The Warblers really need you, Kurt. Please say you'll stay and help us?"
"Really?"
"Yes! You're the best thing to happen to the Warblers in years!"
Kurt couldn't help the shiver of excitement that went through him. Finally, he was being accepted.
