I knocked lightly on Kat's door. The smile that had been on my face since leaving Dalton that afternoon was still in place. Kat didn't notice at first, her eyes were trained on the pages of a book she was holding in her hand.

"You don't have to knock if the door is open." She said, bookmarking her page and putting the book on her bedside table, which was already clustered with about six other novels. "You look happy. Was there another two-for-one designer sweater sale at the mall today?"

"Funny." I said, walking to her bed and perching on the edge of it. I picked at the purple comforter on her bed. She needed a knew one, since she's had this one since she was ten and she was now seventeen. "But no. I met someone today."

Kat sat up straighter, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, grinning. "What's his name?"

"His name is Blaine, and he's--," I paused, trying to think of a word that could describe blaine. I sighed. "Absolutely perfect."

That really was the only word I could think of to fully sum up Blaine. He had perfect hair, he went to a perfect school, he had a perfect voice. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

"So while I was sitting alone at lunch, you were flirting with some guy." She said, raising an eyebrow but smiling so I knew she wasn't actually upset. She suddenly frowned. "There isn't any Blaine's at McKinley, is there?"

"He doesn't go to McKinley." I said, thinking of Dalton and it's beautiful halls, and anti-bullying policies. "He goes to Dalton. That's the school--,"

"It's the all boys school, I know." She said, cutting me off. "What were you doing at Dalton?"

"Our Glee club is competing against them and I kind of went to 'check on the competition', if you will." I said, making quotation marks with my fingers. "It's great there, Kat."

Even as I spoke of the school, Blaine's face, smiling, eyes sparkling, popped into my head. The school really was great, it just took kind of a backseat in my mind after meeting Blaine.

"Were they good?" Kat asked, oblivious to my thoughts of Blaine.

"He was great." I said without thinking. "I mean, they were great. All of the Warblers."

Kat laughed, a sound that tugged at memories burried deep inside me. Dad said that Kat laughed just like my mother did.

"Are you going to see him again?"

As an answer, I pulled my phone out, showing her the text message from Blaine.

Coffee after school tomorrow? it read.

Kat squeeled and grabbed my arm. "I am so happy for you."

And she truly was. Kat was the kind of person that, when she cared about someone, she really cared about them, no matter what. Sometimes it seemed like she was only truly happy when everyone else was.

I couldn't help but remember when I first told her I was gay. I had been fourteen and she was thirteen. I made her promise not to tell anyone and I'd never seen her look so heartbroken before.

"It's sad that we live in a world where one of the best people I know has to be ashamed of who they are." She had told me then.

Right now her expression changed from one of joy to one of hesitation.

"Kurt, is Blaine...." She paused, not meeting my eyes. "I mean, I just want to make sure that--,"

"That I have a chance before I get in too deep?" I supplied, bumping my shoulder into hers. "Don't worry, he's gay. Though, really, that might not make the odds anymore even. I wasn't kidding when I said he was perfect."

"Kurt!" Dad called up the stairs. I stood up and Kat retrieved her book from her stand.

"If he's as perfect as you say he is," Kat called as I was about to close her door. "Then he'll realize how perfect you are."

I shook my head but smiled as the door clicked in to place.

Blaine's Point of View

I sat at a table, waiting for Kurt to show up. Was it rude to order with out him? Or was it actually weird to be sitting here, waiting for him to arrive before I order?

I was just about to get up an order when Kurt walked in, a hand gripping the collar of his sweater, concealing the small amount of skin there from the cold outside. I stood up to meet him, noting that he looked a little bit nervous.

Did I have that affect on him? No, he was probably just cold and I was mistaking discomfort for nervousness.

"What do you want?" I asked as we walked up to the counter.

"A non-fat mocha." He said, reaching in to his pocket to pull out money.

I put a hand on his arm to stop him. "Don't worry about it." I said, turning to the barista. "I'll get a medium dip, and a non-fat mocha."

Once our drinks were made Kurt and I sat down across from each other at a table for two. I thought back to how I'd touched his arm when telling him he didn't need to pay for his drink. Did he think it was weird that I randomly touched it? Probably.

Why was I overthinking this so much? Kurt and I were friends. Friends don't over analyize every action, every word spoken. Friendship was easy.

"You okay?" I asked, wondering why I had to resist the urge to lay my hand on top of Kurts. There was something in his eyes that hadn't been there last time I seen him.

Kurt sighed. "There's this guy," Kurt said, his voice barely a whisper.

He had a boyfriend. God, I was an idiot for thinking-- for thinking what, exactly? It wasn't as if I liked him. I barely knew him. That was frightening. I barely knew him, but part of me really wanted to know him.

"He's been... he's been threatening me." Kurt finally got out.

This time I did lay my hand on top of his. In a strictly friendly way, of course.

"Is there someone you can talk to? I mean, besides me. Like your parents, or a teacher?" I asked him, hating the tears that Kurt seemed to be struggling to hold in.

He shook his head. "It won't make a difference. They can't do anything. I have no proof."

I knew exactly what Kurt was going through. Being openly gay, I'd suffered from not just teasing, but threats, and actual acts of violence. I could not let that happen to Kurt.

An image popped in my head, one that I almost smiled at. Kurt, standing in the halls of Dalton, but not wearing one of his fashionable sweaters. Instead, he was wearing a navy blazer with red pipping.

"We'll figure something out." I promised.

Kat's Point of View

When the lunch bell rang, I quickly put my book in my bag, shuffling behind everyone to the door. I watched a girl head to her locker, where one of her friends was waiting for her. They easily broke into conversation.

No on was standing at my locker. In the three years I'd been in high school, I hadn't made any friends, unless you counted Mercedes, but I didn't. She was Kurt's friend, so she was only my friend by assosiation.

It wasn't that I was a complete freak. I just lacked the ability to be out going, to make friends. I found it easier to just hang out with Kurt. A counselour once told my dad I had social anxiety. She was probably right, but honestly, I didn't mind the lack of friends. I found reading much more enjoyable than awkward conversations with strangers.

After putting my bag in my locker, I started heading towards the cafeteria. On my way I spotted Kurt in the hallway. I was just about to run up to him when I watched a large guy, Karofsky, from the football team, check him into a locker.

"Fag." Karofsky muttered.

"Hey!" I called angrily, rushing to Kurt's side. I would have said something to the large football player but Kurt shook his head.

"It won't help." He told me.

"Does that happen often?" I asked, wondering how I could have missed that my own brother was being mistreated so badly.

He started to say no but then nodded his head. "I don't really want to talk about it. I'm not feeling good, I think I'm going to go home for the rest of the day."

I wanted to go after him but I knew he wouldn't want me to. Kurt and I had always been close, especially after our mom died. I knew something must really be wrong if he wasn't sharing with me.

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Kurt had been going out to see Blaine a lot lately, and all he could ever talk about was how great Blaine was, or how great Dalton was. I guess that was why it wasn't really a surprise when I came home to find dad, Carole and Kurt sitting together at the kitchen table, a pamphlet for Dalton Academy for boys between them.

"They have an absolute, no bullying policy." Kurt was saying as I walked into the kitchen. "And they have better acedemics. I'll actually be challenged at Dalton."

They finally noticed me, and Kurt met my eyes only for a second before flicking them down to the table as if he was guilty. He felt bad about leaving me alone at McKinley.

That was why he never mentioned it to me.

"It's a great school, dad." I said, sitting down in the fourth chair. I smiled at Kurt.

Kurt reached under the table and squeezed my hand. "And I have the choice to come home for weekends, too, so I'll still be around a lot. Or you guys can come visit me, and maybe see the Warblers perform."

"Wait, what?" I said, my hands groping for the pamphlet. I skimmed it quickly. Apparently the students actually lived at Dalton, at least during the week. Some stayed during the weekend, and even during holidays, except for the summer.

"I don't know." Dad said, still looking indecisive.

"I can't stay at McKinley." Kurt said quietly. "I just can't. It's not good for me."

He had dad at that. Althought he kept asking questions, you could tell his mind was made up. Finally dad said yes, and he and Carole got up from the table, dad to go watch the game, Carole to go cook dinner.

"Does this mean I get to finally meet the infamous Blaine?" I asked Kurt.

It would suck that I would be alone at McKinley. I mean, Finn still went there, but Finn and I didn't get along the same way he and Kurt did. They bonded over Glee club, and Finn and I didn't really have anything in common. But I knew that Kurt would be happy and Dalton, and that was enough to make me happy.