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July 31, 2013, 7:01 p.m.
More Than An Act: Chapter 3
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Author's Notes: Kurt supposed that “one” would say the rest of his day passed uneventfully. That “one,” however, would not be him.
Sure to the average teenage boy an afternoon of Algebra, Biology, and a study period may just seem a couple dragging hours of mundane existence, but for Kurt it was a world of new experiences.
Blaine had led him to the Algebra room after lunch chatting excitedly about the Warblers and practice that afternoon. Kurt was only following some of it but couldn’t help but grin at Blaine’s eagerness to explain and share what was obviously his passion. Kurt found his positive energy magnetic, putting him at ease despite the overwhelming sea of new surroundings that was school.
At the door Blaine bid Kurt a cheerful farewell with the promise to return to lead him to his next class before heading off to pre-calculus. Looking over schedules at the end of lunch the two had found that they actually only shared a few classes. Kurt drew from the conversation and input of the other Warblers characters that Blaine was at least a moderately advanced student.
He knew his education was seriously lacking. He had learned basic math, reading, and writing over his years for necessity purposes but there had never really been room or concern for anything else. He was fairly sure by that measure that some of his classes were commonly taken at a younger year. It embarrassed him, again bring that creeping feeling that he didn’t belong. Blaine however made no comment besides that he wished they had more classes together, but he could make it work.
Kurt found algebra understandable enough. He did not find it terribly interesting and certainly did not see math becoming his forte in the future but based on his one on one experience with his teacher during training he felt he could pick up enough in the class so that he could do a fair amount of the work without the assistance of the tutor who would come that weekend.
Upon entering the classroom Kurt and walked with as much confidence as he could muster (which was actually a fair amount, the day was going well so far after all) up to the desk and introduced himself as Mrs. Perry had told him to when they had been filling out his paper work.
The man at the desk looked up, interest popping behind thick bi-focals for a moment before an incredibly blas� demeanor settled back into place. “Yes, Mr. Hummel” he said handing Kurt a textbook. “There’s a seat beside Mr. Van Kamp (1) there, near the front on the left, little one with the curly blond hair,” the man drawled on his eyes already returned to the papers on his desk as he gestured in the air with vague direction.
Kurt turned and scanned the room, noticing a boy whose head popped up out of his book at the sound of what must have been his name.
Kurt made his way over. “Hi!” he said cheerily still of a bit of a high from the exciting lunch. “I’m Kurt!” He extended a hand.
The boy, who Kurt could now tell was quite short, shorter than Blaine, though he did seem to be a couple years younger, took his hand quickly, giving it one light shake before letting go. “Reed,” he said. Kurt noted the way he nearly bounced in the chair with an air somewhere between nervous and excited.
Reed shuffled and turned towards him as Kurt took his seat. “You’re new, aren’t you?” he questioned.
“Oh, yes.” Kurt responded, bewildered by the kid’s knowledge. “How did you know?”
“It may be an all-boys school but that doesn’t mean gossip doesn’t get around. Plus, we’re kind of a couple weeks into class and I haven’t seen you yet. Of course you might have been on holiday, lots of the boys here go on extended ones. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. It’s a habit of mine. I say what I’m thinking, before I even really think about it. It can really get me into just dreadful situations. In fact, I’m rambling now, it’s only a matter of time. I’ll just stop talking. I’m sure you don’t want this annoying little freshman talking to you anyway. I mean you were sitting with the Warblers! On your first day!”
The boy sighed sadly taking his first breath. Kurt just stared at him in awe, which Reed mistook for distaste.
“Sorry!” he squeaked. “Shutting up now,” and with that he hunched back over his notebook.
Kurt laughed. He knew shouldn’t have and regretted it instantly at the hurt look on the boy’s face, but honestly, he was as excitable as a baby monkey.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt said earnestly, “It’s just you have a very entertaining personality.” Reed did not look comforted. “It’s not a bad thing,” Kurt tried to explain himself, not wanting to give a bad impression to the friendly boy, “in fact, it’s really good. I mean it can certainly make people like you…”
The boy just stared at him. Great Kurt thought, so much for a new start. I’ve already made an enemy.
Kurt sighed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Kurt hung his head as he went to get out a notebook, dejected.
After a moment of silence the Reed spoke in a quiet, curious tone. “You’re serious aren’t you? I mean I figured you were just mocking me but, you mean it.”
Kurt quirked an eyebrow, confused by Reed’s confusion. I am an incompetent fool, where on earth would I get the right to mock him? “Of course I mean it. That’s why I said it.”
“Yeah, ok” Reed said, “So…start over?”
“I’d like that.” Kurt said, happy to put the whole flub behind him.
“So, how’d you get to sit with the Warblers?” the boy asked, his voice reverent again.
“Blaine is showing me around, so I just sat with him. I didn’t realize it was something special, I probably shouldn’t have,” Kurt explained doubt, seeping into his voice.
“Oh no, there all really nice guys, at least from what I can tell. I’m sure if Blaine invited you, you were more welcome, I just can’t imagine approaching them. But I guess that was kind of covered for you.” Reed quickly rattled off, trying to keep the conversation light this time.
“Yeah, they were,” Kurt agreed but was cut off as the teacher started class.
xxx
Lunch or no lunch the room cleared out swiftly when the bell rang. Reed hung around as Kurt collected his stuff though, picking back up his questioning on the Warblers.
“So do you think you’ll always sit with them?” he asked as Kurt latched his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” Kurt responded as the two made their way towards the door, “I mean I guess as long as Blaine’s showing me around. I haven’t really thought about it. I’m going to Warblers practice after school today so I suppose maybe.”
Reed nearly tripped over his feet. “You’re going to Warblers practice!” he half whispered, envy evident in his voice. “That’s---”
Kurt never got to hear what Reed thought about that though because it was at that moment that they turned out the door, and Reed walked right into Blaine, who was waiting outside, stumbling back.
“Woah, careful there!” Blaine said steadying him.
“I see you’re making friends Kurt,” Blaine said smiling and gesturing to Reed who was staring at him in a manner of what could only be described as star struck. Blond-haired, blue-eyed friends a bitter voice mocked in the back of Blaine’s head. Seriously?!?!?! he internally censured himself, One, he’s like 12. Two, since when are you a jealous person? Particularly about people you JUST MET! For all you know he could have a boyfriend. Heck you don’t even know if he’s gay! Crap, he’s saying something!
“Yeah…” Kurt said hesitantly looking over to see Reed’s reaction. Kurt was used to knowing exactly where he stood with everybody; after all, it was a pretty simple system before, no real wiggle room. There was a lot more options now and Kurt didn’t really know if Reed wanted to be his friend but he would kind of like him to so he took a chance and was relieved when the boy’s face lit up. Then he got an idea.
“Hey Blaine, would it be ok it if Reed came to practice today too? He’s really interested in the Warblers,” Kurt asked hopefully. He wasn’t sure if he was crossing a line, if it was really more of a private invitation but he really wanted to get on Reed’s good side. He seemed really nice. Blaine was nice too, really, and Kurt liked him but after everything Reed had said about the Warblers Kurt questioned if he’d still hang around after Kurt had found his way around. And Miss Rowe had said to follow his instincts in making friends and the whole transition would be a lot easier. So that’s what he was doing, right? Right.
Blaine eyes flashed back to Reed, excitement flaring at the idea of any contribution to the Warblers. He extended his hand “I’m sorry, I didn’t probably introduce myself. Blaine Anderson, and you are…” he flashed a look at Kurt, eyebrows crinkling as he thought of the name he’s just said, “Reed…?”
Reed eagerly returned the handshake, “Van Kamp, Reed Van Kamp,” he said his voice jumping a couple octaves with excitement.
Blaine chuckled good naturedly. “So, you sing Reed?”
“Well I like to—I mean I try—I mean, yeah, but I was just talking to Kurt, I didn’t mean, I couldn’t—“
“Hey,” Blaine cut him off, “Just come by today and check it out, that’s all Kurt’s doing. It’s nothing formal, just some guys enjoying music. And always happy to share it. Promise.”
Kurt stared at Blaine as he reassured Reed, almost as if he could read his mind. Kurt got the feeling that he played this role a lot: comforter, advisor, leader, the whole shebang. No wonder he had been asked to show him around.
Reed nodded meekly, but with an undeniably growing grin as they reached an intersection in the hallway.
“Okay, well I have to go this way” Reed said gesturing behind him when Blaine had started to lead Kurt the other direction, “but I will come. Thanks, really. See ya Kurt!” he said sincerely, running off.
Blaine laughed, “I swear the way underclassmen act you would think we issued some kind of lock down on Warbler practices. I don’t really understand where they get the idea from; our practices are in the senior lounge and we spend half the time dancing through the hallways. And that’s not even counting impromptu performances!”
“So it is okay I invited him right?” Kurt asked.
“Yes, of course!” Blaine responded quickly. “When Wes first gained chair he had us on 24/7 recruitment, but we convinced him it was obnoxious after about a week. We’re always looking for new voices though. Well here we are, Biology room. A word of caution, Mrs. Yevette is strict, but a powerful ally around here if you prove a good student.”
Kurt peered uneasily into the classroom, having had his fair share of experiences with people it was important to keep on the good side of, none of them terrible pleasant even if you succeeded. “Ok…thanks, for the warning.”
“Sure, what are friends for?” Blaine said. It’s not too presumptuous for me to call myself a friend right? I mean he said that Reed kid was his friend already right. Well, he kind of hesitantly responded when you asked actually. SHIT he’s staring at the floor, wait to go you’ve made him uncomfortable. Oh wait no, it’s that adorable shy way he stares at the floor when he doesn’t know what to say, but not in a bad way….Blaine Anderson you just described the way someone looks at the floor as adorable. Later, slap yourself for your sappiness. Now, change the subject, before some of this absurd babble pours out.
“So, you’ve got a free period next, I could take you to a lounge, or I don’t know if they took you up to your room or…”
“Yeah, they showed it to me. I can get there, it’s pretty far away, I wouldn’t want to make you late. Thank you though.”
“Are you sure, the teachers are pretty lenient with me, especially when I’m escorting, it wouldn’t be any trouble.”
“No that’s fine” Kurt said not wanting Blaine to go out of his way, he’d already helped so much. “I’ll just meet you for Warblers?” Kurt looked at Blaine for confirmation, to which Blaine nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll just come your room before, I have to go over to the dorms to drop stuff anyway, and pick up some random sheet music to throw,” he snickered at the last comment. “What number is it?”
“312.” Kurt said.
“Okay, bye Kurt.”
“Bye Blaine.” Kurt said, meeting his eyes for the first time the whole conversation, before going hurriedly into the classroom as the bell rang.
Green Blaine thought as he made his own way to class. Now they’re green. By the time he sat down in class, he was grinning widely, but hey he was a pretty happy guy, it didn’t necessarily have anything to do with the changing colors of Kurt’s eyes when he seldom meet his gaze.
No. Not at all.
Sure to the average teenage boy an afternoon of Algebra, Biology, and a study period may just seem a couple dragging hours of mundane existence, but for Kurt it was a world of new experiences.
Blaine had led him to the Algebra room after lunch chatting excitedly about the Warblers and practice that afternoon. Kurt was only following some of it but couldn’t help but grin at Blaine’s eagerness to explain and share what was obviously his passion. Kurt found his positive energy magnetic, putting him at ease despite the overwhelming sea of new surroundings that was school.
At the door Blaine bid Kurt a cheerful farewell with the promise to return to lead him to his next class before heading off to pre-calculus. Looking over schedules at the end of lunch the two had found that they actually only shared a few classes. Kurt drew from the conversation and input of the other Warblers characters that Blaine was at least a moderately advanced student.
He knew his education was seriously lacking. He had learned basic math, reading, and writing over his years for necessity purposes but there had never really been room or concern for anything else. He was fairly sure by that measure that some of his classes were commonly taken at a younger year. It embarrassed him, again bring that creeping feeling that he didn’t belong. Blaine however made no comment besides that he wished they had more classes together, but he could make it work.
Kurt found algebra understandable enough. He did not find it terribly interesting and certainly did not see math becoming his forte in the future but based on his one on one experience with his teacher during training he felt he could pick up enough in the class so that he could do a fair amount of the work without the assistance of the tutor who would come that weekend.
Upon entering the classroom Kurt and walked with as much confidence as he could muster (which was actually a fair amount, the day was going well so far after all) up to the desk and introduced himself as Mrs. Perry had told him to when they had been filling out his paper work.
The man at the desk looked up, interest popping behind thick bi-focals for a moment before an incredibly blas� demeanor settled back into place. “Yes, Mr. Hummel” he said handing Kurt a textbook. “There’s a seat beside Mr. Van Kamp (1) there, near the front on the left, little one with the curly blond hair,” the man drawled on his eyes already returned to the papers on his desk as he gestured in the air with vague direction.
Kurt turned and scanned the room, noticing a boy whose head popped up out of his book at the sound of what must have been his name.
Kurt made his way over. “Hi!” he said cheerily still of a bit of a high from the exciting lunch. “I’m Kurt!” He extended a hand.
The boy, who Kurt could now tell was quite short, shorter than Blaine, though he did seem to be a couple years younger, took his hand quickly, giving it one light shake before letting go. “Reed,” he said. Kurt noted the way he nearly bounced in the chair with an air somewhere between nervous and excited.
Reed shuffled and turned towards him as Kurt took his seat. “You’re new, aren’t you?” he questioned.
“Oh, yes.” Kurt responded, bewildered by the kid’s knowledge. “How did you know?”
“It may be an all-boys school but that doesn’t mean gossip doesn’t get around. Plus, we’re kind of a couple weeks into class and I haven’t seen you yet. Of course you might have been on holiday, lots of the boys here go on extended ones. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. It’s a habit of mine. I say what I’m thinking, before I even really think about it. It can really get me into just dreadful situations. In fact, I’m rambling now, it’s only a matter of time. I’ll just stop talking. I’m sure you don’t want this annoying little freshman talking to you anyway. I mean you were sitting with the Warblers! On your first day!”
The boy sighed sadly taking his first breath. Kurt just stared at him in awe, which Reed mistook for distaste.
“Sorry!” he squeaked. “Shutting up now,” and with that he hunched back over his notebook.
Kurt laughed. He knew shouldn’t have and regretted it instantly at the hurt look on the boy’s face, but honestly, he was as excitable as a baby monkey.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt said earnestly, “It’s just you have a very entertaining personality.” Reed did not look comforted. “It’s not a bad thing,” Kurt tried to explain himself, not wanting to give a bad impression to the friendly boy, “in fact, it’s really good. I mean it can certainly make people like you…”
The boy just stared at him. Great Kurt thought, so much for a new start. I’ve already made an enemy.
Kurt sighed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Kurt hung his head as he went to get out a notebook, dejected.
After a moment of silence the Reed spoke in a quiet, curious tone. “You’re serious aren’t you? I mean I figured you were just mocking me but, you mean it.”
Kurt quirked an eyebrow, confused by Reed’s confusion. I am an incompetent fool, where on earth would I get the right to mock him? “Of course I mean it. That’s why I said it.”
“Yeah, ok” Reed said, “So…start over?”
“I’d like that.” Kurt said, happy to put the whole flub behind him.
“So, how’d you get to sit with the Warblers?” the boy asked, his voice reverent again.
“Blaine is showing me around, so I just sat with him. I didn’t realize it was something special, I probably shouldn’t have,” Kurt explained doubt, seeping into his voice.
“Oh no, there all really nice guys, at least from what I can tell. I’m sure if Blaine invited you, you were more welcome, I just can’t imagine approaching them. But I guess that was kind of covered for you.” Reed quickly rattled off, trying to keep the conversation light this time.
“Yeah, they were,” Kurt agreed but was cut off as the teacher started class.
xxx
Lunch or no lunch the room cleared out swiftly when the bell rang. Reed hung around as Kurt collected his stuff though, picking back up his questioning on the Warblers.
“So do you think you’ll always sit with them?” he asked as Kurt latched his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” Kurt responded as the two made their way towards the door, “I mean I guess as long as Blaine’s showing me around. I haven’t really thought about it. I’m going to Warblers practice after school today so I suppose maybe.”
Reed nearly tripped over his feet. “You’re going to Warblers practice!” he half whispered, envy evident in his voice. “That’s---”
Kurt never got to hear what Reed thought about that though because it was at that moment that they turned out the door, and Reed walked right into Blaine, who was waiting outside, stumbling back.
“Woah, careful there!” Blaine said steadying him.
“I see you’re making friends Kurt,” Blaine said smiling and gesturing to Reed who was staring at him in a manner of what could only be described as star struck. Blond-haired, blue-eyed friends a bitter voice mocked in the back of Blaine’s head. Seriously?!?!?! he internally censured himself, One, he’s like 12. Two, since when are you a jealous person? Particularly about people you JUST MET! For all you know he could have a boyfriend. Heck you don’t even know if he’s gay! Crap, he’s saying something!
“Yeah…” Kurt said hesitantly looking over to see Reed’s reaction. Kurt was used to knowing exactly where he stood with everybody; after all, it was a pretty simple system before, no real wiggle room. There was a lot more options now and Kurt didn’t really know if Reed wanted to be his friend but he would kind of like him to so he took a chance and was relieved when the boy’s face lit up. Then he got an idea.
“Hey Blaine, would it be ok it if Reed came to practice today too? He’s really interested in the Warblers,” Kurt asked hopefully. He wasn’t sure if he was crossing a line, if it was really more of a private invitation but he really wanted to get on Reed’s good side. He seemed really nice. Blaine was nice too, really, and Kurt liked him but after everything Reed had said about the Warblers Kurt questioned if he’d still hang around after Kurt had found his way around. And Miss Rowe had said to follow his instincts in making friends and the whole transition would be a lot easier. So that’s what he was doing, right? Right.
Blaine eyes flashed back to Reed, excitement flaring at the idea of any contribution to the Warblers. He extended his hand “I’m sorry, I didn’t probably introduce myself. Blaine Anderson, and you are…” he flashed a look at Kurt, eyebrows crinkling as he thought of the name he’s just said, “Reed…?”
Reed eagerly returned the handshake, “Van Kamp, Reed Van Kamp,” he said his voice jumping a couple octaves with excitement.
Blaine chuckled good naturedly. “So, you sing Reed?”
“Well I like to—I mean I try—I mean, yeah, but I was just talking to Kurt, I didn’t mean, I couldn’t—“
“Hey,” Blaine cut him off, “Just come by today and check it out, that’s all Kurt’s doing. It’s nothing formal, just some guys enjoying music. And always happy to share it. Promise.”
Kurt stared at Blaine as he reassured Reed, almost as if he could read his mind. Kurt got the feeling that he played this role a lot: comforter, advisor, leader, the whole shebang. No wonder he had been asked to show him around.
Reed nodded meekly, but with an undeniably growing grin as they reached an intersection in the hallway.
“Okay, well I have to go this way” Reed said gesturing behind him when Blaine had started to lead Kurt the other direction, “but I will come. Thanks, really. See ya Kurt!” he said sincerely, running off.
Blaine laughed, “I swear the way underclassmen act you would think we issued some kind of lock down on Warbler practices. I don’t really understand where they get the idea from; our practices are in the senior lounge and we spend half the time dancing through the hallways. And that’s not even counting impromptu performances!”
“So it is okay I invited him right?” Kurt asked.
“Yes, of course!” Blaine responded quickly. “When Wes first gained chair he had us on 24/7 recruitment, but we convinced him it was obnoxious after about a week. We’re always looking for new voices though. Well here we are, Biology room. A word of caution, Mrs. Yevette is strict, but a powerful ally around here if you prove a good student.”
Kurt peered uneasily into the classroom, having had his fair share of experiences with people it was important to keep on the good side of, none of them terrible pleasant even if you succeeded. “Ok…thanks, for the warning.”
“Sure, what are friends for?” Blaine said. It’s not too presumptuous for me to call myself a friend right? I mean he said that Reed kid was his friend already right. Well, he kind of hesitantly responded when you asked actually. SHIT he’s staring at the floor, wait to go you’ve made him uncomfortable. Oh wait no, it’s that adorable shy way he stares at the floor when he doesn’t know what to say, but not in a bad way….Blaine Anderson you just described the way someone looks at the floor as adorable. Later, slap yourself for your sappiness. Now, change the subject, before some of this absurd babble pours out.
“So, you’ve got a free period next, I could take you to a lounge, or I don’t know if they took you up to your room or…”
“Yeah, they showed it to me. I can get there, it’s pretty far away, I wouldn’t want to make you late. Thank you though.”
“Are you sure, the teachers are pretty lenient with me, especially when I’m escorting, it wouldn’t be any trouble.”
“No that’s fine” Kurt said not wanting Blaine to go out of his way, he’d already helped so much. “I’ll just meet you for Warblers?” Kurt looked at Blaine for confirmation, to which Blaine nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll just come your room before, I have to go over to the dorms to drop stuff anyway, and pick up some random sheet music to throw,” he snickered at the last comment. “What number is it?”
“312.” Kurt said.
“Okay, bye Kurt.”
“Bye Blaine.” Kurt said, meeting his eyes for the first time the whole conversation, before going hurriedly into the classroom as the bell rang.
Green Blaine thought as he made his own way to class. Now they’re green. By the time he sat down in class, he was grinning widely, but hey he was a pretty happy guy, it didn’t necessarily have anything to do with the changing colors of Kurt’s eyes when he seldom meet his gaze.
No. Not at all.
Kurt supposed that “one” would say the rest of his day passed uneventfully. That “one,” however, would not be him.
Sure to the average teenage boy an afternoon of Algebra, Biology, and a study period may just seem a couple dragging hours of mundane existence, but for Kurt it was a world of new experiences.
Blaine had led him to the Algebra room after lunch chatting excitedly about the Warblers and practice that afternoon. Kurt was only following some of it but couldn’t help but grin at Blaine’s eagerness to explain and share what was obviously his passion. Kurt found his positive energy magnetic, putting him at ease despite the overwhelming sea of new surroundings that was school.
At the door Blaine bid Kurt a cheerful farewell with the promise to return to lead him to his next class before heading off to pre-calculus. Looking over schedules at the end of lunch the two had found that they actually only shared a few classes. Kurt drew from the conversation and input of the other Warblers characters that Blaine was at least a moderately advanced student.
He knew his education was seriously lacking. He had learned basic math, reading, and writing over his years for necessity purposes but there had never really been room or concern for anything else. He was fairly sure by that measure that some of his classes were commonly taken at a younger year. It embarrassed him, again bring that creeping feeling that he didn’t belong. Blaine however made no comment besides that he wished they had more classes together, but he could make it work.
Kurt found algebra understandable enough. He did not find it terribly interesting and certainly did not see math becoming his forte in the future but based on his one on one experience with his teacher during training he felt he could pick up enough in the class so that he could do a fair amount of the work without the assistance of the tutor who would come that weekend.
Upon entering the classroom Kurt and walked with as much confidence as he could muster (which was actually a fair amount, the day was going well so far after all) up to the desk and introduced himself as Mrs. Perry had told him to when they had been filling out his paper work.
The man at the desk looked up, interest popping behind thick bi-focals for a moment before an incredibly blas� demeanor settled back into place. “Yes, Mr. Hummel” he said handing Kurt a textbook. “There’s a seat beside Mr. Van Kamp (1) there, near the front on the left, little one with the curly blond hair,” the man drawled on his eyes already returned to the papers on his desk as he gestured in the air with vague direction.
Kurt turned and scanned the room, noticing a boy whose head popped up out of his book at the sound of what must have been his name.
Kurt made his way over. “Hi!” he said cheerily still of a bit of a high from the exciting lunch. “I’m Kurt!” He extended a hand.
The boy, who Kurt could now tell was quite short, shorter than Blaine, though he did seem to be a couple years younger, took his hand quickly, giving it one light shake before letting go. “Reed,” he said. Kurt noted the way he nearly bounced in the chair with an air somewhere between nervous and excited.
Reed shuffled and turned towards him as Kurt took his seat. “You’re new, aren’t you?” he questioned.
“Oh, yes.” Kurt responded, bewildered by the kid’s knowledge. “How did you know?”
“It may be an all-boys school but that doesn’t mean gossip doesn’t get around. Plus, we’re kind of a couple weeks into class and I haven’t seen you yet. Of course you might have been on holiday, lots of the boys here go on extended ones. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. It’s a habit of mine. I say what I’m thinking, before I even really think about it. It can really get me into just dreadful situations. In fact, I’m rambling now, it’s only a matter of time. I’ll just stop talking. I’m sure you don’t want this annoying little freshman talking to you anyway. I mean you were sitting with the Warblers! On your first day!”
The boy sighed sadly taking his first breath. Kurt just stared at him in awe, which Reed mistook for distaste.
“Sorry!” he squeaked. “Shutting up now,” and with that he hunched back over his notebook.
Kurt laughed. He knew shouldn’t have and regretted it instantly at the hurt look on the boy’s face, but honestly, he was as excitable as a baby monkey.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt said earnestly, “It’s just you have a very entertaining personality.” Reed did not look comforted. “It’s not a bad thing,” Kurt tried to explain himself, not wanting to give a bad impression to the friendly boy, “in fact, it’s really good. I mean it can certainly make people like you…”
The boy just stared at him. Great Kurt thought, so much for a new start. I’ve already made an enemy.
Kurt sighed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Kurt hung his head as he went to get out a notebook, dejected.
After a moment of silence the Reed spoke in a quiet, curious tone. “You’re serious aren’t you? I mean I figured you were just mocking me but, you mean it.”
Kurt quirked an eyebrow, confused by Reed’s confusion. I am an incompetent fool, where on earth would I get the right to mock him? “Of course I mean it. That’s why I said it.”
“Yeah, ok” Reed said, “So…start over?”
“I’d like that.” Kurt said, happy to put the whole flub behind him.
“So, how’d you get to sit with the Warblers?” the boy asked, his voice reverent again.
“Blaine is showing me around, so I just sat with him. I didn’t realize it was something special, I probably shouldn’t have,” Kurt explained doubt, seeping into his voice.
“Oh no, there all really nice guys, at least from what I can tell. I’m sure if Blaine invited you, you were more welcome, I just can’t imagine approaching them. But I guess that was kind of covered for you.” Reed quickly rattled off, trying to keep the conversation light this time.
“Yeah, they were,” Kurt agreed but was cut off as the teacher started class.
xxx
Lunch or no lunch the room cleared out swiftly when the bell rang. Reed hung around as Kurt collected his stuff though, picking back up his questioning on the Warblers.
“So do you think you’ll always sit with them?” he asked as Kurt latched his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” Kurt responded as the two made their way towards the door, “I mean I guess as long as Blaine’s showing me around. I haven’t really thought about it. I’m going to Warblers practice after school today so I suppose maybe.”
Reed nearly tripped over his feet. “You’re going to Warblers practice!” he half whispered, envy evident in his voice. “That’s---”
Kurt never got to hear what Reed thought about that though because it was at that moment that they turned out the door, and Reed walked right into Blaine, who was waiting outside, stumbling back.
“Woah, careful there!” Blaine said steadying him.
“I see you’re making friends Kurt,” Blaine said smiling and gesturing to Reed who was staring at him in a manner of what could only be described as star struck. Blond-haired, blue-eyed friends a bitter voice mocked in the back of Blaine’s head. Seriously?!?!?! he internally censured himself, One, he’s like 12. Two, since when are you a jealous person? Particularly about people you JUST MET! For all you know he could have a boyfriend. Heck you don’t even know if he’s gay! Crap, he’s saying something!
“Yeah…” Kurt said hesitantly looking over to see Reed’s reaction. Kurt was used to knowing exactly where he stood with everybody; after all, it was a pretty simple system before, no real wiggle room. There was a lot more options now and Kurt didn’t really know if Reed wanted to be his friend but he would kind of like him to so he took a chance and was relieved when the boy’s face lit up. Then he got an idea.
“Hey Blaine, would it be ok it if Reed came to practice today too? He’s really interested in the Warblers,” Kurt asked hopefully. He wasn’t sure if he was crossing a line, if it was really more of a private invitation but he really wanted to get on Reed’s good side. He seemed really nice. Blaine was nice too, really, and Kurt liked him but after everything Reed had said about the Warblers Kurt questioned if he’d still hang around after Kurt had found his way around. And Miss Rowe had said to follow his instincts in making friends and the whole transition would be a lot easier. So that’s what he was doing, right? Right.
Blaine eyes flashed back to Reed, excitement flaring at the idea of any contribution to the Warblers. He extended his hand “I’m sorry, I didn’t probably introduce myself. Blaine Anderson, and you are…” he flashed a look at Kurt, eyebrows crinkling as he thought of the name he’s just said, “Reed…?”
Reed eagerly returned the handshake, “Van Kamp, Reed Van Kamp,” he said his voice jumping a couple octaves with excitement.
Blaine chuckled good naturedly. “So, you sing Reed?”
“Well I like to—I mean I try—I mean, yeah, but I was just talking to Kurt, I didn’t mean, I couldn’t—“
“Hey,” Blaine cut him off, “Just come by today and check it out, that’s all Kurt’s doing. It’s nothing formal, just some guys enjoying music. And always happy to share it. Promise.”
Kurt stared at Blaine as he reassured Reed, almost as if he could read his mind. Kurt got the feeling that he played this role a lot: comforter, advisor, leader, the whole shebang. No wonder he had been asked to show him around.
Reed nodded meekly, but with an undeniably growing grin as they reached an intersection in the hallway.
“Okay, well I have to go this way” Reed said gesturing behind him when Blaine had started to lead Kurt the other direction, “but I will come. Thanks, really. See ya Kurt!” he said sincerely, running off.
Blaine laughed, “I swear the way underclassmen act you would think we issued some kind of lock down on Warbler practices. I don’t really understand where they get the idea from; our practices are in the senior lounge and we spend half the time dancing through the hallways. And that’s not even counting impromptu performances!”
“So it is okay I invited him right?” Kurt asked.
“Yes, of course!” Blaine responded quickly. “When Wes first gained chair he had us on 24/7 recruitment, but we convinced him it was obnoxious after about a week. We’re always looking for new voices though. Well here we are, Biology room. A word of caution, Mrs. Yevette is strict, but a powerful ally around here if you prove a good student.”
Kurt peered uneasily into the classroom, having had his fair share of experiences with people it was important to keep on the good side of, none of them terrible pleasant even if you succeeded. “Ok…thanks, for the warning.”
“Sure, what are friends for?” Blaine said. It’s not too presumptuous for me to call myself a friend right? I mean he said that Reed kid was his friend already right. Well, he kind of hesitantly responded when you asked actually. SHIT he’s staring at the floor, wait to go you’ve made him uncomfortable. Oh wait no, it’s that adorable shy way he stares at the floor when he doesn’t know what to say, but not in a bad way….Blaine Anderson you just described the way someone looks at the floor as adorable. Later, slap yourself for your sappiness. Now, change the subject, before some of this absurd babble pours out.
“So, you’ve got a free period next, I could take you to a lounge, or I don’t know if they took you up to your room or…”
“Yeah, they showed it to me. I can get there, it’s pretty far away, I wouldn’t want to make you late. Thank you though.”
“Are you sure, the teachers are pretty lenient with me, especially when I’m escorting, it wouldn’t be any trouble.”
“No that’s fine” Kurt said not wanting Blaine to go out of his way, he’d already helped so much. “I’ll just meet you for Warblers?” Kurt looked at Blaine for confirmation, to which Blaine nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll just come your room before, I have to go over to the dorms to drop stuff anyway, and pick up some random sheet music to throw,” he snickered at the last comment. “What number is it?”
“312.” Kurt said.
“Okay, bye Kurt.”
“Bye Blaine.” Kurt said, meeting his eyes for the first time the whole conversation, before going hurriedly into the classroom as the bell rang.
Green Blaine thought as he made his own way to class. Now they’re green. By the time he sat down in class, he was grinning widely, but hey he was a pretty happy guy, it didn’t necessarily have anything to do with the changing colors of Kurt’s eyes when he seldom meet his gaze.
No. Not at all.
Sure to the average teenage boy an afternoon of Algebra, Biology, and a study period may just seem a couple dragging hours of mundane existence, but for Kurt it was a world of new experiences.
Blaine had led him to the Algebra room after lunch chatting excitedly about the Warblers and practice that afternoon. Kurt was only following some of it but couldn’t help but grin at Blaine’s eagerness to explain and share what was obviously his passion. Kurt found his positive energy magnetic, putting him at ease despite the overwhelming sea of new surroundings that was school.
At the door Blaine bid Kurt a cheerful farewell with the promise to return to lead him to his next class before heading off to pre-calculus. Looking over schedules at the end of lunch the two had found that they actually only shared a few classes. Kurt drew from the conversation and input of the other Warblers characters that Blaine was at least a moderately advanced student.
He knew his education was seriously lacking. He had learned basic math, reading, and writing over his years for necessity purposes but there had never really been room or concern for anything else. He was fairly sure by that measure that some of his classes were commonly taken at a younger year. It embarrassed him, again bring that creeping feeling that he didn’t belong. Blaine however made no comment besides that he wished they had more classes together, but he could make it work.
Kurt found algebra understandable enough. He did not find it terribly interesting and certainly did not see math becoming his forte in the future but based on his one on one experience with his teacher during training he felt he could pick up enough in the class so that he could do a fair amount of the work without the assistance of the tutor who would come that weekend.
Upon entering the classroom Kurt and walked with as much confidence as he could muster (which was actually a fair amount, the day was going well so far after all) up to the desk and introduced himself as Mrs. Perry had told him to when they had been filling out his paper work.
The man at the desk looked up, interest popping behind thick bi-focals for a moment before an incredibly blas� demeanor settled back into place. “Yes, Mr. Hummel” he said handing Kurt a textbook. “There’s a seat beside Mr. Van Kamp (1) there, near the front on the left, little one with the curly blond hair,” the man drawled on his eyes already returned to the papers on his desk as he gestured in the air with vague direction.
Kurt turned and scanned the room, noticing a boy whose head popped up out of his book at the sound of what must have been his name.
Kurt made his way over. “Hi!” he said cheerily still of a bit of a high from the exciting lunch. “I’m Kurt!” He extended a hand.
The boy, who Kurt could now tell was quite short, shorter than Blaine, though he did seem to be a couple years younger, took his hand quickly, giving it one light shake before letting go. “Reed,” he said. Kurt noted the way he nearly bounced in the chair with an air somewhere between nervous and excited.
Reed shuffled and turned towards him as Kurt took his seat. “You’re new, aren’t you?” he questioned.
“Oh, yes.” Kurt responded, bewildered by the kid’s knowledge. “How did you know?”
“It may be an all-boys school but that doesn’t mean gossip doesn’t get around. Plus, we’re kind of a couple weeks into class and I haven’t seen you yet. Of course you might have been on holiday, lots of the boys here go on extended ones. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. It’s a habit of mine. I say what I’m thinking, before I even really think about it. It can really get me into just dreadful situations. In fact, I’m rambling now, it’s only a matter of time. I’ll just stop talking. I’m sure you don’t want this annoying little freshman talking to you anyway. I mean you were sitting with the Warblers! On your first day!”
The boy sighed sadly taking his first breath. Kurt just stared at him in awe, which Reed mistook for distaste.
“Sorry!” he squeaked. “Shutting up now,” and with that he hunched back over his notebook.
Kurt laughed. He knew shouldn’t have and regretted it instantly at the hurt look on the boy’s face, but honestly, he was as excitable as a baby monkey.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt said earnestly, “It’s just you have a very entertaining personality.” Reed did not look comforted. “It’s not a bad thing,” Kurt tried to explain himself, not wanting to give a bad impression to the friendly boy, “in fact, it’s really good. I mean it can certainly make people like you…”
The boy just stared at him. Great Kurt thought, so much for a new start. I’ve already made an enemy.
Kurt sighed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Kurt hung his head as he went to get out a notebook, dejected.
After a moment of silence the Reed spoke in a quiet, curious tone. “You’re serious aren’t you? I mean I figured you were just mocking me but, you mean it.”
Kurt quirked an eyebrow, confused by Reed’s confusion. I am an incompetent fool, where on earth would I get the right to mock him? “Of course I mean it. That’s why I said it.”
“Yeah, ok” Reed said, “So…start over?”
“I’d like that.” Kurt said, happy to put the whole flub behind him.
“So, how’d you get to sit with the Warblers?” the boy asked, his voice reverent again.
“Blaine is showing me around, so I just sat with him. I didn’t realize it was something special, I probably shouldn’t have,” Kurt explained doubt, seeping into his voice.
“Oh no, there all really nice guys, at least from what I can tell. I’m sure if Blaine invited you, you were more welcome, I just can’t imagine approaching them. But I guess that was kind of covered for you.” Reed quickly rattled off, trying to keep the conversation light this time.
“Yeah, they were,” Kurt agreed but was cut off as the teacher started class.
xxx
Lunch or no lunch the room cleared out swiftly when the bell rang. Reed hung around as Kurt collected his stuff though, picking back up his questioning on the Warblers.
“So do you think you’ll always sit with them?” he asked as Kurt latched his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” Kurt responded as the two made their way towards the door, “I mean I guess as long as Blaine’s showing me around. I haven’t really thought about it. I’m going to Warblers practice after school today so I suppose maybe.”
Reed nearly tripped over his feet. “You’re going to Warblers practice!” he half whispered, envy evident in his voice. “That’s---”
Kurt never got to hear what Reed thought about that though because it was at that moment that they turned out the door, and Reed walked right into Blaine, who was waiting outside, stumbling back.
“Woah, careful there!” Blaine said steadying him.
“I see you’re making friends Kurt,” Blaine said smiling and gesturing to Reed who was staring at him in a manner of what could only be described as star struck. Blond-haired, blue-eyed friends a bitter voice mocked in the back of Blaine’s head. Seriously?!?!?! he internally censured himself, One, he’s like 12. Two, since when are you a jealous person? Particularly about people you JUST MET! For all you know he could have a boyfriend. Heck you don’t even know if he’s gay! Crap, he’s saying something!
“Yeah…” Kurt said hesitantly looking over to see Reed’s reaction. Kurt was used to knowing exactly where he stood with everybody; after all, it was a pretty simple system before, no real wiggle room. There was a lot more options now and Kurt didn’t really know if Reed wanted to be his friend but he would kind of like him to so he took a chance and was relieved when the boy’s face lit up. Then he got an idea.
“Hey Blaine, would it be ok it if Reed came to practice today too? He’s really interested in the Warblers,” Kurt asked hopefully. He wasn’t sure if he was crossing a line, if it was really more of a private invitation but he really wanted to get on Reed’s good side. He seemed really nice. Blaine was nice too, really, and Kurt liked him but after everything Reed had said about the Warblers Kurt questioned if he’d still hang around after Kurt had found his way around. And Miss Rowe had said to follow his instincts in making friends and the whole transition would be a lot easier. So that’s what he was doing, right? Right.
Blaine eyes flashed back to Reed, excitement flaring at the idea of any contribution to the Warblers. He extended his hand “I’m sorry, I didn’t probably introduce myself. Blaine Anderson, and you are…” he flashed a look at Kurt, eyebrows crinkling as he thought of the name he’s just said, “Reed…?”
Reed eagerly returned the handshake, “Van Kamp, Reed Van Kamp,” he said his voice jumping a couple octaves with excitement.
Blaine chuckled good naturedly. “So, you sing Reed?”
“Well I like to—I mean I try—I mean, yeah, but I was just talking to Kurt, I didn’t mean, I couldn’t—“
“Hey,” Blaine cut him off, “Just come by today and check it out, that’s all Kurt’s doing. It’s nothing formal, just some guys enjoying music. And always happy to share it. Promise.”
Kurt stared at Blaine as he reassured Reed, almost as if he could read his mind. Kurt got the feeling that he played this role a lot: comforter, advisor, leader, the whole shebang. No wonder he had been asked to show him around.
Reed nodded meekly, but with an undeniably growing grin as they reached an intersection in the hallway.
“Okay, well I have to go this way” Reed said gesturing behind him when Blaine had started to lead Kurt the other direction, “but I will come. Thanks, really. See ya Kurt!” he said sincerely, running off.
Blaine laughed, “I swear the way underclassmen act you would think we issued some kind of lock down on Warbler practices. I don’t really understand where they get the idea from; our practices are in the senior lounge and we spend half the time dancing through the hallways. And that’s not even counting impromptu performances!”
“So it is okay I invited him right?” Kurt asked.
“Yes, of course!” Blaine responded quickly. “When Wes first gained chair he had us on 24/7 recruitment, but we convinced him it was obnoxious after about a week. We’re always looking for new voices though. Well here we are, Biology room. A word of caution, Mrs. Yevette is strict, but a powerful ally around here if you prove a good student.”
Kurt peered uneasily into the classroom, having had his fair share of experiences with people it was important to keep on the good side of, none of them terrible pleasant even if you succeeded. “Ok…thanks, for the warning.”
“Sure, what are friends for?” Blaine said. It’s not too presumptuous for me to call myself a friend right? I mean he said that Reed kid was his friend already right. Well, he kind of hesitantly responded when you asked actually. SHIT he’s staring at the floor, wait to go you’ve made him uncomfortable. Oh wait no, it’s that adorable shy way he stares at the floor when he doesn’t know what to say, but not in a bad way….Blaine Anderson you just described the way someone looks at the floor as adorable. Later, slap yourself for your sappiness. Now, change the subject, before some of this absurd babble pours out.
“So, you’ve got a free period next, I could take you to a lounge, or I don’t know if they took you up to your room or…”
“Yeah, they showed it to me. I can get there, it’s pretty far away, I wouldn’t want to make you late. Thank you though.”
“Are you sure, the teachers are pretty lenient with me, especially when I’m escorting, it wouldn’t be any trouble.”
“No that’s fine” Kurt said not wanting Blaine to go out of his way, he’d already helped so much. “I’ll just meet you for Warblers?” Kurt looked at Blaine for confirmation, to which Blaine nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll just come your room before, I have to go over to the dorms to drop stuff anyway, and pick up some random sheet music to throw,” he snickered at the last comment. “What number is it?”
“312.” Kurt said.
“Okay, bye Kurt.”
“Bye Blaine.” Kurt said, meeting his eyes for the first time the whole conversation, before going hurriedly into the classroom as the bell rang.
Green Blaine thought as he made his own way to class. Now they’re green. By the time he sat down in class, he was grinning widely, but hey he was a pretty happy guy, it didn’t necessarily have anything to do with the changing colors of Kurt’s eyes when he seldom meet his gaze.
No. Not at all.