Notes: No, this does not take place in the same universe as Be Wary of Warblers or Warblers in the Woods. Yes, Andrew and Seth will be involved. No, I am not finished with the next update for Woods. I know it's been a while, but I'm working on it.

Kurt and Blaine were not the only Dalton boys who frequented the Lima Bean. Along with the debate team, and the mathletes, there was Lennon Canyon, editor of the Dalton Gazette and long-term lover of gossip. He sat at the table behind the two Warblers, sipping on his spiced apple cider and doodling in moleskin notebook, pretending not to listen to their conversation.

"…Wait a second, you can't lead her on."

"Who says I'm leading her on?"

Lennon's eyebrows disappeared into his blond bangs, but he kept his eyes glued to his notebook.

"You can't be serious."

"When we kissed, it felt good."

"It felt good because you were drunk."

Lennon let himself smile. Usually their conversations were about scarves and musicals and football. This was interesting.

"What's the harm in going on one crummy little date?"

"You're gay, Blaine."

"I thought I was, but I've never even had a boyfriend before. Isn't this the time where you're supposed to figure stuff out?"

"I can't believe I'm hearing this."

Lennon couldn't really believe it either.

"Maybe I'm bi, I don't know."

"Bisexual is a term that gay guys in high school use when they want to hold hands with girls and feel like a normal person for once!"

Lennon straightened up and blinked. He quickly turned a page of his notebook and scribbled down what he knew about Kurt Hummel.

New kid. Warbler. Gay. Big, obvious and painful crush on Blaine Anderson.

He tilted his head in order to catch every word of their argument. He listened as Kurt accused Blaine of crawling back into the closet, and as Blaine confessed to not being completely sure of who he was.

"…I was really lucky to be chased out of high school by a bully who threatened to kill me."

Lennon quickly jot down this new piece of juicy information. He glanced around the café to see if anyone else was eavesdropping on this epic exchange, but the other patrons were too wrapped up in their own little worlds to notice a friendship crumbling right before them.

Blaine stood up. "I'll see ya. I'd say bye but I wouldn't want to make you angry."

As Blaine left, Lennon tucked his notebook into his jacket pocket, barely able to contain his glee. He gathered his things and gave Kurt a polite nod as he walked by. It wasn't quite headline worthy yet. He needed to stir things up until the bisexuality issue was hot enough to print. One text to a socially influential (not to mention bisexual) friend, and by the end of the week, Lennon would have a story.

So I just heard that new Warbler Kurt saying bis were just gay dudes in denial. Douche bag or what?

He only made it to his moped when he got a response. OMGWTF.

Lennon grinned and typed out a quick IKR? before putting on his helmet and pulling out.


Kurt rushed through the halls to make it to European History on time, gripping his bag with one hand and pushing other students aside with the other. He had to wake up at 5 am every single morning to make the commute, but sometimes, no matter how early Kurt set out, traffic would still make him late. One more tardy in European History and he was sure Mr. Ross would give him detention. Kurt squeezed passed a group of boys he thought might have been on the debate team, when he saw his classroom door at the end of the hall. Light poured out of it, shining like a beacon, and with two minutes to spare. Kurt grinned and picked up the pace.

He didn't even see the boy who stepped out in front of him, knocking him over. Kurt fell onto his side, his bag awkwardly breaking his fall. He pat down his disheveled hair and looked around. Behind him, he saw Nick, a Warbler, glanced back at him before moving along. Kurt frowned and stood up, adjusting his blazer. A horribly familiar feeling bubbled up in his stomach, a feeling of humiliation usually associated with slushies and being slammed into lockers. He shook his head and continued towards his classroom.

Nick wasn't Karofsky, he told himself as he sat down at his usual desk in the back. Dalton was not McKinley and Kurt was safe here.

The uneasy feeling in his stomach continued to brew through his next few periods until lunch, where he saw Blaine waving to him from across the Dalton dining hall. The two of them hadn't quite made up since their argument over Rachel, but they weren't exactly fighting. Blaine was still his best friend at this school, and Kurt liked to think Blaine felt the same way.

Like all high school cafeterias, every clique had its own table. The various sports teams tended to sit by the food line, while more academic clubs stationed themselves near the library. Kurt generally sat with his fellow Warblers, but today he stood rigid between the Chess Club and the kids who ran the Dalton Gazette. He wanted to keep moving, to sit right across from Blaine and act like nothing was wrong, but something held him back.

Nick sat on the table, looking down at Blaine and talking to him. There was nothing wrong with that, really. Nick and Blaine were friends. All the guys in the Warblers were friends. Kurt took a deep breath. Just because Nick ran into him earlier was no reason to be paranoid. He watched as Nick ran his fingers through his dark hair. He wore an armband Kurt had never seen before. Three stripes, magenta, lavender and royal blue, wrapped around Nick's wrist. Kurt frowned and squinted, hoping this wasn't some new fashion trend.

"Everything ok, Hummel?"

Kurt turned to see the only person he actively disliked at Dalton Academy. A lanky boy with wiry blond hair and hideous aviator sunglasses, Lennon Canyon (Kurt was sure that couldn't be his real last name) always seemed to be hanging around. Kurt saw him at the library, at the Lima Bean, at the mall. He always had this awful look on his face, like he wanted you to think he knew all you secrets.

Kurt nodded. "I'm fine, Lennon. Now, if you'd please excuse me…"

He moved to walk around the other boy, but he stepped in front of him to block his path.

"That was a nasty fall you took this morning," Lennon said, casually picking lint off of his sweater vest.

"I said I was fine, Lennon." Kurt pursed his lips.

Lennon smiled and Kurt resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "It was Nick who knocked you over, right?"

"It was an accident." Kurt snapped. He didn't actually know either way, but he really didn't want to talk to this guy anymore.

Lennon nodded, taking of his sunglasses and cleaning them with a handkerchief he pulled out of his back pocket. "Oh, of course it was. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

"And I am," said Kurt. "So you can go away now."

Kurt pushed past Lennon as he laughed and head toward the Warbler table. He must've had the most annoyed look on his face, because when they saw him coming, Blaine's usually brilliant smile fell, and Nick hopped off his spot on the table to find a seat at the other end. Kurt sat down and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

"That kid is such a creep." Kurt said as he exhaled.

"Who, Lennon?" asked Blaine. "Yeah, kind of. He thinks he's Perez Hilton."

Kurt opened his eyes, determined that he would look at Blaine and Blaine only. He would not glance over to the other end of the table to see what Nick was up to. He would not be so paranoid in a perfectly safe environment. That is how things would have gone if the first thing he saw wasn't Blaine, his head turned to the right, giving Nick a small wave. Kurt glanced over to Nick and Jeff at the end, the feeling in his stomach boiling over. Nick smiled and nodded at Blaine before catching Kurt's eye. He raised an eyebrow at him, and then turned to Jeff, holding his hand up to his mouth and whispering something.

Kurt gulped, and tore his eyes away. He spent the rest of his lunch hour decidedly not looking in that direction, staring straight ahead of him to avoid Nick to his right, and Lennon to his left

Throughout the rest of his classes, Kurt tied to calm down and concentrate on his work, but every whisper, every mutter and mumble screamed at him like nails on a chalkboard. Kurt told himself over and over that he had no reason to believe they were talking about him. Kurt hadn't done anything gossip worthy. Kurt cringed when he remembered that the last rumor storms that blew through Dalton were whether Andrew Starkofsky's parents were Nazis (they weren't) or if Seth Vention was a hermaphrodite (jury's still out on that one) or if Greg Houghton was a sex addict (he probably wasn't), so Kurt knew that Dalton wasn't really against completely making shit up.

In his last period, Marine Biology, their nervous and unsure substitute teacher showed them a documentary about narwhals. Kurt took this time to relax and let David Attenborough's soothing voice wash over him.

"Hey, Kurt. Kurt. Hey."

Kurt rubbed his eyes and turned around. Two boys he shared a few other classes with grinned at him in the dark.

"What?" he whispered.

"What's your opinion on these whales, huh?"

Kurt squinted at him. "What?"

"They're pretty cool, right?"

Kurt glanced back at the screen before answering. "I… guess?"

"Or do you think they're just unicorns in denial?" The boys burst into laughter, prompting their substitute to shush them.

Kurt turned back around and sank in his seat as the boys behind him stifled their giggles. Either something was happening, or he was going completely crazy. He lay his head down on his desk for the rest of class, counting the seconds until the bell rang.

For the first time since transferring to Dalton, Kurt was glad he didn't have Warbler rehearsal after school. He hastily pushed through the hallways towards the front entrance, anxious to get out of there. He pulled out his cell when he made it to courtyard, and texted Blaine Lima Bean? before sitting down on the cold stone steps leading up to the school.

He stared at his phone, waiting for a reply. He was desperate to spend some alone time with Blaine, to talk this over and hear from someone other than himself that he had nothing to worry about.

His phone vibrated. Yeah, see you there. Kurt grinned, stood up and ran to his car.

Kurt and Blaine were trying out new tables. Their usual one no longer felt cozy and secluded. Instead it just brought back memories of things neither of them should have said, so today they scooted themselves into a booth in the back corner. Kurt wrapped his hands around his coffee, breathing in its smell and taking in its warmth.

"Unicorns in denial?" Blaine asked as he tore open a packet of sugar.

"That's just a completely weird thing to say, right?" Kurt said, leaning forward. "I mean, why would he say that? I don't even know that guy."

Blaine nodded and poured the sugar into his cup. "Hm. Nick said something to me about unicorns, too."

"Oh, did he?" Kurt asked, sipping his drink.

"Yeah," said Blaine. "Like, he said he thought I was one."

"…excuse me?"

Blaine shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know. Maybe it's just this inside joke we don't get."

"Well, it isn't funny." Kurt shifted in his seat. "What was with that thing on his arm, anyway? Those colors do nothing for him."

"Oh, I think that's a pride flag." Blaine took out a stirrer and began to mix the sugar into his coffee.

"Uh, one? Pride flags are rainbow, and two? Nick is straight." Kurt took another sip. "I always hear him gushing over Mila Kunis."

"No, no, I remember him saying he was bi a while back…" Blaine sat up and his eyes widened. "Oh! That's what he was talking about. He must have heard about my little crisis."

"Crisis indeed." Kurt muttered into his coffee. "Who else did you talk to about it, though?"

"Just you, really. I mean, I mentioned the date to Wes but we didn't really talk about it."

Kurt froze, a realization dawning upon him. "Did you… tell anyone about what I said?"

"Huh?" Blaine tilted his head to the side. "What did you say?"

"I may or may not have said something about bisexuality may or may not being real or not." Kurt hissed. Blaine shook his head. "Just tell me if you said something, because all the semi-closeted guys at Dalton are out to get me."

"They're not semi-closeted," said Blaine. "And they're not out to get you.

"Then why is Nick knocking me over in the halls…"

"Nick knocked you over in the halls?"

"… and making eyes at you and whispering about me to Jeff?"

"He wasn't making eyes at me!" Blaine said. "He was just trying to be supportive, unlike some other people I know."

Kurt frowned. "So I guess you aren't completely over your little crisis, are you?"

"I'm the one whose over it, thank you very much." Blaine snapped. "Your attitude about it is what I can't seem to get past."

"Then I'll get past it for you." Kurt grabbed his coffee and walked out, seething.

Two tables away, Lennon Canyon was having the time of his life.


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