A/N- A thank you to the reviews. Always appreciated, and I'm glad the story is getting a positive reception. In the constructive category, I went back and revised the last chapter for grammar and such. I suppose writing late at night and then immediately publishing isn't the best way to do things sometimes. I shall try to be more vigilant in my editing henceforth, but apologize for any slip ups that may get through. Also, for all those who love a little (platonic!)David with their Klaine... Enjoy!

Kurt woke up late the next day, and by the time he made it to the dining hall, most people were already leaving. And most of the decent food had already left. He managed to grab an apple and orange, jamming them into his shoulder bag rather than even bothering with a tray. A bottle of juice followed. He only had to grab some toast and he'd be able to have breakfast on his way to his first class.

"Ugh. Of course." Kurt mumbled. The bread basket had been pillaged of anything other than slightly compressed white bread, and the toaster had its all too familiar 'Out of Order' sign on the loading tray. Looking at his watch, Kurt frowned and grabbed a slice of the anemic bread. A package of peanut butter slid into his pocket and he headed for the halls.

The buffeting crowd of students was completely different from what it used to be at McKinley. Instead of keeping sharp in case of potential slushies or body checks, Kurt's eyes scanned for his friends, smiling his good mornings. Colliding shoulders were met by hurried but genuine apologies, not taunts.

Needless to say, it came as a surprise when just steps from his class someone snatched his bread from his hand.

"Hey!" He turned to see who is was, feeling suddenly insecure.

"You missed breakfast." Blaine was leaning against the wall now. He glanced at the bread before compressing it in his palm and dropping it into the garbage next to him.

"Which is why I needed that." Kurt had his hands on his hips, and was a bit pissed at Blaine for disposing of his breakfast. At least, until he pulled out a small white paper bag from behind his back.

"I know you like the one with all the sunflower seeds and stuff in it."

"You got me toast?" Kurt peered into the bag, seeing two slices of toast made with his favourite bread, smeared with peanut butter. He looked up at Blaine. "You're amazing."

Kurt took a piece out and crunched through a mouthful with a satisfied hum. Blaine grinned, but just shrugged.

"You hadn't shown up and I saw a freshman go to put bread with cheese in the toaster."

"Again? That always ends in smoke and a need for tong-based extraction."

"I know. So I cut the line and slid a couple pieces in before the flaming cheese put the toaster out of commission again."

"You cut the toast line for me? I didn't know you were such a rebel." Kurt teased, wiping crumbs from the corner of his mouth lightly.

"You bring out a lot of unexpected things in me, new kid." Blaine smiled. Kurt's heart fell to his feet in a surprisingly good way. Blaine pushed off the wall. "Have a good class." Kurt watched Blaine jog down the hall, the warning bell for the start of classes ringing suddenly. He took one last glance, biting into his second piece of toast, and crumpled the bag into the garbage with the squashed piece of white bread.

"Going into Westerville for real coffee. Interested?" Kurt looked at the text from David and smiled.

"Always." He and David had bonded over their dislike of the coffee at Dalton, which always tasted like it had been burnt slightly. Last week David had shown him the shop in town where they roasted their own beans on site. It smelt amazing, and Dave had promised to let him know next time he was going.

"Outside in the lot. Meet me at the front doors."

Kurt slid his phone shut and opened the door into his room. He dropped off his books on his desk, grabbing a coat and scarf. It had become sharply cold sometime last night, and he turned back at the last minute to grab gloves as well.

David was waiting in the circular drive at the front entrance. His car wasn't flash, just a small silver sedan, and seemed quite David really.

"Hey Kurt."

Kurt slid into the passenger seat.

"Let's go!" David laughed at Kurt's enthusiasm.

"We're going. Settle down." They pulled out into the drive that led to the main road and Kurt enjoyed the landscape flashing by out the window.

"Did Blaine find you this morning?"

"Hm? Oh." Kurt processed David's words and caught up his mind and mouth. "Yeah."

"Good." Dave nodded, turning on his signal and pulling into the near lane. Kurt made a noise of agreement, looking back out the window. After a few minutes David spoke out again.

"So do you like him?" Kurt gave a sidelong glance, and leaned forward to adjust the heating vents, trying to play off the sudden warmth in his face.

"Yeah. He's a good friend." David rolled his eyes as he turned through an intersection.

"Are you seriously going to play it like that? You know what I mean." Kurt laughed stiltedly at David's bluntness.

"I think you've been spending too much time with Wes. Um...well. Yes." He'd dropped the bombshell. Now he couldn't help looking to David to see how he was taking Kurt admitted affection for another boy.

"I thought so." Kurt wasn't really upset at Dave's lack of reaction, but he was surprised slightly. No one had ever really been comfortable if he had gone so far as to openly admit that he liked someone specific. Even celebrity crushes were too much for most of the people at McKinley to handle. Gay was okay for some of them, but even the closer of his friends there seemed to think of it in the abstract. Kurt liked boys, yes, that was fine. But one certain boy? That weirded most people out.

"That's it?" Kurt couldn't help asking. "'I though so?'"

David glanced over with a slightly amused expression.

"Were you expecting congratulations?"

"No, of course not." Kurt continued. "It's just...nice. That it's okay."

David almost looked a little sad for him in that moment, but he quickly pulled out of it and just gave Kurt a light punch in the arm.

"I like you both. You'd be good for each other." Kurt smiled, looking down at his lap.

"I didn't picture you as the matchmaker type." He glanced over at the driver's side.

"I like to think of myself as more of a facilitator." Kurt grinned. They pulled into a parking space in front of the store.

"Come on. I can smell it from here and I am jonesing after MacKenzie's civics and government class. That man is epically boring."

"So it's not just me!" Kurt climbed out of his side and followed David towards the shop door. "I swear I almost tried slapping myself just to stay awake when he started talking about the senate. Having a voice that monotonous should be illegal."