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"And I'm looking for someone who understands, how I feel.

Someone who can keep it real and who knows the way...

The way I like to have it my way.

And I'm looking for someone who takes me there, wants to share, shows he cares."


-'Kurt, are you sure you want to do this?'

'Aren't you supposed to be helpful?'

-'I'm just checking you're sure with this. I just want you to be sure you're not ploughing into something without thinking about it.'

'Yes. I want to at least go. Even if I do get found out and get beaten up at least I'll have a story to tell.'



-'I meant it!'

'You're starting to sound like a walking, talking conscience.' Kurt said, rolling his eyes. He pulled on the outfit he'd picked out the night before, trying to get as close as he thought possible to the prep school uniform. Okay, so maybe not that close, he had wanted to put his own flair on it as usual.


'It's okay.'

-'Whatever you do, just... don't like...'

'Get into trouble? Make a fool of yourself? Get caught? All of the above?'

-'Yes. Look after yourself Kurt.'

'You know I will Blake.'

-'Okay. You want me to come with or...?'

'No. It's okay. I'll loose my nerve if you come with me. You'll probably talk me out of it anyway,'

-'Sure. You'll see me later then.'

'Sure. Bye Blake,'

Dalton - (Still Kurt)

'Oh My Gaga this place is huge! I'm totally lost already. Where is everyone going? Okay, act cool. Just ask like you're the new kid. That's your guise. New kid.'

Kurt made his way down the large staircase, following the flow of other students that were all going the same way. There was no way this was just an everyday thing, the students around him all seemed pumped for something and were happily racing along the corridors towards some destination unknown to Kurt.

"Um, e-excuse me?" he asked timidly to the boy in front, tapping him gently on the shoulder. The boy stepped down the final stair and turned to face him, smiling happily.

'Oh god he's attractive... FOCUS Kurt! Seriously you can't afford to be thinking about things like this. You have a mission.'

"Um, C-can I ask you a question? I'm new here..." He said nervously.

"I'm Blaine," the boy said, holding out a hand. 'Fuck... his voice is amazing...'

"Kurt," he blushed lightly, shaking the boy's hand. "Um, what's going on?" Kurt said, glancing around at the students rushing by.

"The Warblers of course," Blaine laughed. "Every now and then they throw and impromptu performance in the Senior Commons. Tends to shut the school down for a while."


"So, the show choir here is actually kind of cool?" Kurt said, a little shocked but now noticing more the looks on the faces of the passers by.

"Are you kidding? The Warblers are like rock stars!" Blaine laughed happily.

'Oh this is too good to be true. This place is nothing like McKinley. Well, looks like I'm not in Lima anymore...'

"Come on, I know a shortcut," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hand and happily pulling him down a corridor...

'Shortcut my ass,' Kurt thought as the new corridor was deserted and felt like it went the opposite direction to the way the rest of the students had been running. The other boy was oblivious as he pulled them quickly down the hall giving Kurt the chance to study him properly.

Dark brown curls gelled to within an inch of their life, similarly dark triangular eyebrows that - though they shouldn't - managed to look cute, deep hazel eyes that seemed to glint to match the smile on his perfect lips. He was a little shorter than average height and had a seemingly good taste in fashion from his satchel, which Kurt recognised as identical to one that he owned.

At the end of the corridor Blaine opened a set of doors onto a room that was becoming increasingly packed by the moment.

"Gosh, I stick out like a sore thumb," Kurt blushed.

"Well, next time don't forget your jacket new kid," said Blaine, straightening the lapel on Kurt's blazer. "You'll fit right in,"

Kurt blushed from how relaxed the boy seemed around him. They'd met not two minutes ago and yet he performed such a friendly gesture as this. And Kurt had let him! And Kurt was very quick to flinch from physical contact. Oh god...

"Now if you'll excuse me," Blaine said as he ditched his satchel on a table to one side and quickly slipped into a group of friends. Kurt suddenly felt panicked - what if I've just let myself get cornered and- but his panic was short lived as a soft humming beat struck up and the students in the room moved so that a clearing formed...

'It's him. You would say 'The Warblers are like rock stars', you're their front man!'

The group of boys in the clearing began their number, stepping to the beat as the centre-front boy began to sing, leading the group into an A Capella rendition of Katy Perry's Teenage Dream.

'Fuck, and they're good. Rachel is not going to like this. Oh screw Rachel,'

Kurt found himself unable to control the smile on his cheeks as he watched happily, the song penetrating him right to his core and spreading pure carefree joy there he hadn't known in so long. He couldn't help but watch Blaine, the way Blaine also couldn't seem to stop watching him. He seemed to be singing to Kurt, something no one had ever done...


"It's very civilized for you to invite me to coffee before you beat me up for spying..." the boy - Kurt - said as he, Wes and David sat at a table, each with a coffee, shortly after their performance.

It took Blaine all the acting he could manage to keep his face frozen as it was. 'Is he serious? He thinks we're going to beat him up? What has he been through? Who'd want to hurt a guy like him?'

"We are not going to beat you up!" Wes promised.

David chuckled a little. "You were such a terrible spy," he confessed, "we thought it was sort of...endearing."

"Which made me think that spying on us wasn't really the reason you came..." Blaine hedged, sipping his coffee. Kurt broke into a guilty smile but then bit his lip. He knew he was busted yet he still looked... scared?

"Can I ask you guys a question?" Kurt inquired hesitantly. "Are you guys all gay?"

They all burst into quiet snickers before they could help themselves. Blaine was the first to regain composure enough to say anything.

"Uh, no... I mean, I am. But these two have girlfriends." He said, indicating the boys either side of him who were sobering up themselves.

"This is not a gay school!" David explained, "We just have a zero tolerance harassment policy."

"Everybody gets treated the same, no matter what they are. It's pretty simple," Wes shrugged. Kurt looked torn between shock and utter depression. His lips quivering with words still unspoken. Blaine frowned. He didn't like the sight of anyone on the verge of tears and was always first to offer his emotional advice and help. Kurt however... Blaine felt just so... protective of Kurt right now.

"Could you guys excuse us?" Blaine asked. The boys either side of him stood happily.

"Take it easy, Kurt." Said Wes, flashing a reassuring smile.

As soon as his friends had left, Blaine leaned in slightly and hedged gently; "I take it you're having... trouble at school..."

Kurt blinked away unshed tears and his fingers fumbled around his coffee cup.

"I'm the...only person out of the closet at my school. And I- I tried to stay strong about it, but...There's this neanderthal that's made it his mission to make my life a living hell...And nobody seems to notice!" His voice wavered. Blaine wanted nothing more than to move around the table and hold Kurt in his arms and let him cry on his shoulder. But he didn't, he couldn't. They barely knew each other and how weird would that be?

"I know people say this when they don't really know. But I do know how you feel... I got taunted at my old school and it really- it pissed me off. I even complained about it to the faculty, and they were sympathetic and all. But you could just tell that nobody really... cared. It was like...'Hey, if you're gay, your life's just gonna be miserable. Sorry. Nothing we can do about it.' So I left... I came here. Simple as that." Blaine comforted. It'd been a while since he'd actually told anyone his story and it felt weirdly good to get it off his chest. He knew how he must have appeared to Kurt earlier - confident, strong-minded maybe, but he certainly didn't look tainted by his past. That was something he was proud of - but he felt like Kurt should know that it is possible to overcome such things. He had. Kurt was listening with his full attention now, hanging on his every word.

"So you have two options. I mean, I'd love to tell you to just come enrol here, but tuition at Dalton's sort of steep and I know that's not an option for everybody." And judging from Kurt's expression, Kurt was not rolling in cash the way the Andersons -much to Blaine's annoyance sometimes - were. "Or...you can refuse to be the victim. Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt. And you have a chance, right now, to teach him!"

"How?" Kurt asked timidly.

"Confront him! Call him out! I ran... Kurt. I didn't stand up. I let bullies chase me away and it's something that I really, really regret. But you're not alone in this Kurt. I was alone when I ran away and I'd hate to let anyone go through anything like what I did."

Blaine dug a hand into his blazer pocket and pulled out his cell.

"Here, give me your number and I'll always be there to help." Kurt blushed but obliged a smile creeping back onto his face.

"Thank you." Kurt spoke, his voice barely over a whisper when he handed Blaine back his cell. "You didn't have to do this. You know I'm a spy and that we're rivals and yet you still help me."

"Kurt, I mean what I said. I'd hate to let anyone go through something like what I did. And especially for anyone to go through it alone."

They shared a deep look together, and Blaine felt like he could get lost in those perfect eyes, but their moment was soon disrupted by the class bell ringing loudly throughout the school. Kurt dropped his gaze back to his hands that were still fumbling around his hardly touched coffee.

"You should go."

"And shouldn't you? Aren't you missing school to be here?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah but that's only because it was Rachel's idea. She's covering for me so my school think I'm ill today."

"Your school being?"

"William McKinley High." Kurt sighed.

"Ah, that would make you a member of the New Directions."

"Yeah, one of it's longest attending yet least noticed members," Kurt sighed.

"Right, that's it. Come on," Blaine said, standing and indicating for Kurt to follow suit. "There is no way I'm letting you stay sad right now. I am going to find a way to cheer you up if it's the last thing I do. But first, I'm going to address the 'least noticed' part of your last statement."

"Blaine. You don't have to,"

"No. I don't. But I want to. And you deserve to be noticed Kurt. You deserve so much better,"

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