A/N- Hello, and thanks for reading! I really appreciate the comments and encouragement to continue on with this. Hopefully I can make out an experience for the Kurt that's Glee, without jumping any sharks. Enjoy!

The clock on his bedside table read out a jarring red 2:37 am. Blaine let out a frustrated sigh and pushed both hands through his hair. He had to finish another chapter tonight if he was going to have time tomorrow for rehearsal and duet practice. He flipped forwards in the book, counting the remaining pages. Thirty five. Blaine grabbed his cell from between the cushions of his reading chair, by the window in his half of the room. It was tucked into a slight alcove and was the easiest place to stay up without disturbing Reese.

He scrolled down the screen to 'Neil West Coast' and selected messaging.

"I hate Lit." The screen lit up with a sent message and Blaine glanced back at the book, finding his spot with a finger and trailing slowly along the next sentence. His finger remained on the page as the blue screen of his phone lit up, and he slid it open with one hand.

"Its 3 in the morning Blaine. Go to bed!"

"Hafta finish this. Warblers taking over my life this week." Blaine returned, getting through another line of the book while he waited for a response.

"Stress is gonna make it worse. Read in the morning." He glanced at the clock. 2:54.

"Fine. I should be done in a couple days. Can we meet on Wed once I finish?"

"Course. I have test at 3-5. Meet quarter p. 8 your time?"

"K. See you then."

Blaine tucked his phone back into the chair and looked at the book. One more page. Then he'd go to bed.

"Blaine. Blaine!" He jolted awake with a sharp crack from his neck.

"Wha?" Reese was standing in front of him with his shower caddy and wet hair.

"You fell asleep in your chair again. It's 7:30, so if you're gonna have a shower before breakfast you should bust it."

"Shit." Blaine rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand and stood stiffly. His book and phone fell to the floor, but he just glanced around for his towel and shower shoes. The towel hit him in the face thanks to Reese, and he stumbled over his shoes by his undisturbed bed. "I'll try to be back before you go, but if not, save me a spot and I'll meet you guys in the dining hall."

Kurt shut the door carefully behind him and turned into the moderate rush towards the dining hall.

"Kurt!" He pulled to the side of the hall to look back at the voice and saw David slip behind a couple of freshmen. "Going to breakfast?"

"I am absolutely starving. Are we waiting for anyone?"

"I think we're meeting downstairs. How was practice with Blaine and Julia?"

Kurt smiled slightly and they started towards the stairs.

"I like the arrangement they're going for. And Julia has a solid soprano, very clear. I'm guessing that you know her?"

David grinned.

"Yeah, actually, I went out with her before Wes."

"Scandal." Kurt laughed.

"Yeah, it was in eighth grade though. I don't suppose that really counts." They filed into the service line, grabbing trays from the stack.

"I guess everyone remembers their first girlfriend." David shot him a funny look as he reached for an apple. "Would you believe that I dated a leggy blond cheerleader for a while?" Kurt replied, taking a grapefruit half from behind a glass door to the cooler.

David laughed.

"Honestly? No."

"I know." Kurt pushed a loose strand of hair back in place. "You've seen her. Brittany? She's in New Directions."

"The one who sang "Time of my Life" or the killer dancer?"

"The dancer." Kurt wrinkled his nose, but laughed slightly. "Not one of my more...suave moments."

He liked David. He was more welcoming than Wes came off as, and Kurt had found out that unlike Blaine and Wesley, he was in the same year as him. He reminded him a bit of Artie for some reason.

They turned at the squeak of shoe soles on the tiled floors of the service line and saw Blaine fast walking towards the breakfast counter, followed by Wes and Reese at a more reasonable pace.

"Please say there's still banana muffins. I love banana muffin day. Reese, I can't believe you let me sleep in on-"

"Banana muffin Monday. I know Blaine." The three boys quickly caught up to Kurt and David, loading up their trays and piling out to the hall to find a table.

The five of them slotted in at a spot against the far wall and Kurt frowned, taking note of the change in Blaine's appearance.

"That's a different look." Kurt commented.

"Hm?" Blaine looked confused, then ran his hand over this face, where Kurt had been looking. The scrape of stubble prickled his palm. "Oh. Yeah, it's my "Slept in, lucky I'm even clean" look." He grinned sheepishly at the other boy. "What's the topic of discussion this morning?"

"Kurt was telling me how he dated the blond dancer from McKinley for a week."

Blaine frowned, but it seemed like Kurt was okay with this discussion, so he quirked his lips upwards into a teasing smile.

"So why didn't it work out?"

Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically, playing at focusing on the cuticles of his left hand, but glancing up with a smile.

"So not my type."

"A girl?" Wes suggested in his sharp, but apparently friendly sarcasm.

Kurt gave a sly smile. It kinda felt a little bit amazing that him liking boys was part of a joke in a good way for once.

"A blond."

There was a snort and a few errant drops of milk from David's bowl. The rest of the table looked at him as he wiped a spot from his chin.

"Nothing. Seriously. I must have just choked or something."

Blaine looked at him with amused suspicion.

"Yeah sure. Try breathing and swallowing separately."

"I'll keep that in mind." Blaine got up from the table, stating that he was getting tea. As he passed Kurt he stalled, his hand just touching his shoulder.

"Anyone else want anything?"

"A coffee." Reese requested, holding out his empty cup. The others shook their heads.

"Kurt?" Kurt glanced up at him.

"No, I'm fine thank you." Blaine squeezed his shoulder and wandered off towards the carafes, whistling slightly. David leant over to Wes beside him and murmured something. Kurt didn't trust the look that rose onto his face.

"What are you smirking at?"

David just shook his head and Wes focused on scooping eggs onto his toast.

"It's nothing. We should head out for geo." Kurt glanced down at his watch. They had fifteen minutes, but the class was on the other side of the campus. He reached under the bench and grabbed his bag.

"See you guys at practice." Wes and Reese mumbled their goodbyes through food as Kurt and David gathered themselves to leave.

"You leaving already?" Blaine remarked as he returned, passing off the mug of coffee. "I'll text you later about meeting up for duet rehearsal later."

"Okay. Sounds good." Kurt grabbed his tray from the table and tucked it into the crook of one arm to wave goodbye.

As David and Kurt disappeared through the archway, Wes looked from Reese to Blaine and raised his eyebrow. Blaine looked right back, almost daring him to speak up.

"What, Wesley?" He took a huge bite from his bagel and gave a cheeky smile.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Wes just rolled his eyes at the exaggerated grin and stabbed his fork into the last of his scrambled eggs.