Somehow Kurt had convinced Carole and dad not to help Kurt move in to Dalton. They only agreed because I promised to help Kurt bring in his things. Picking up one of Kurt's suitcases out of the truck, I realized I probably shouldn't have voulenteered. It was heavy.

"Did you leave anything at home?" I asked as I struggled to pull the heavy suitcase up the stairs.

So far Dalton hadn't disappointed. There was a large gate surrounding the school, and the whole place felt like a miniature castle. It looked nothing like a highschool. It looked perfect.

"What do you think?" Kurt asked as we entered the school.

The floor was so clean it almost sparkled, and there was a tasteful bench outside of what must have been the main office. I didn't look like the kind of place that housed hundreds of male teenagers.

"I think you hould have asked your friend Blaine to help us carry some of this stuff."

"The bedrooms are on the third and fourth floor." Kurt told me, somehow already knowing his way around the large school.

"No elevator?" I asked meekly, staring up at the curved staircase.

We made it up the to the first landing and I was already winded. You'd think in a school full of guys that someone would stop and offer to help us, but the hallways were deserted. Somewhere far off music was playing.

"The Warblers are performing again." Kurt said, heading down the hallway instead of up the next flight of steps. "Come on, this way you can meet Blaine and the other Warblers."

That's exactly what I want to do, go meet a room full of people. "Alright."

The music got louder the farther down the hall we got. At the end of the hall Kurt pushed open a set of mahogany doors and I realized why the hallways were empty; there had to be at least thirty people in the room, some singing and dancing, some just watching.

"That's Blaine." He whispered, pointing vaguely at the set of dancing guys. "The one with the dark, gelled hair, and gorgeous eyes."

That didn't help much, since two boys at the front of the group, all of which were wearing navy blazers with red pipping, had dark, gelled hair and nice eyes, though one had eyes a pretty hazel colour, the other a deep, chocolate brown.

When they were done we clapped along with everyone else. They were really good. Great, actually.

"Kurt!" Called the boy with the hazel eyes as he made his way through the crowd, the brown eyed boy and a blonde followed him. He extended his hand to me. "You must be Kat. Kurt's told me a lot about you. I'm Blaine."

"Nice to meet you." I said, and it was. Blaine was definitely as attractive as Kurt had said, but more than that, he had a kind look about him. I just wished we could have been having this conversation somewhere that wasn't cramped with people.

"And these are my friends, Nick and Jeff." Blaine said, gesturing to the other two boys.

"Hi." I said, a little awkwardly. A boy walked passed us, his shoulder brushing up against mine.

Sensing my discomfort, Kurt grabbed his suitcase again. "We were just taking these things up to my room. Do you guys want to come?"

"Sure." Blaine said, smiling warmly at Kurt. No wonder he was already so smitten with this boy. That smile was killer.

"You're lucky you get your own room." The blonde, either Nick or Jeff, said. "Roommates suck."

"At least I don't leave my clothes all over the place." The dark haired one said.

"Oh, come on Nick." Jeff said, rolling his eyes. "You feel the need to set the alarm for six in the morning just so you have time to gell your hair."

They bickered all the way to the stair case, but they did it in a way that made it obvious they were best friends. They would have kept it up, I bet, but Nick paused, turning to me.

"Do you need help with that?" He offered as I struggled to pull the hundred pound suitcase up the first stair.

"Uh, yeah, I guess." I said, releasing the handle. I watched, a little envious, as he easily lifted it. "Thanks."

"So you're definitely joining the Warblers, right Kurt?" Blaine asked as we walked.

"As long as you guys will have me." Kurt replied. I wondered if there was anything Blaine could have suggested that Kurt would have said no to.

"Here we are." Kurt said, pulling a small key out of his pocket.

The room its self wasn't very large, but it was tastefully decorated with dark wooden furniture and dark blue walls. The bed had a red and blue comforter that almost perfectly matched the blazers the three Warblers were wearing. There was a side table, a small desk, and a sizable looking closet, which was definitely needed. Kurt liked clothes. A lot.

"Hope there's enough room for your clothes." I commented as Kurt pulled open the closet door.

"I'll make it work." He joked. "Are you staying, or...?"

"I think I'm going to head home. I've got homework I need to do. Call me if you need me, 'kay?" I said, walking over and giving Kurt a quick hug. I turned to the three boys I just met. "It was nice to meet you."

"Goodbye." They called after me.

For some reason it felt like Kurt was leaving for good, not just to stay at a boarding school during the week.

Kurt and I were close, even for siblings. He was my best friend. It was going to be weird, going to school tomorrow and not having Kurt there.

I could already tell that Dalton was where he needed to be, though. It showed in his eyes right as he pushed open the front door. I'd still see him on the weekend, anyways.

I just hoped no one had noticed the tears forming in my eyes as I left the room.

Blaine's Point of View

I could see tears beginning to form in Kurt's eyes as his sister exited the room. He quickly turned, probably to hide them.

"We'll meet you guys downstairs for dinner in a few minutes." I told Nick and Jeff.

Nick nodded and turned to Jeff, who shrugged.

"What do you think so far?" I asked Kurt when the other's left.

Kurt turned, smiling despite the tears in his eyes. "It's great. Really. I know... this is where I'm meant to be." He said, running a hand along the comforter on his bed before sitting on it. "I've just got to ajust to some things being different."

"Well," I said, sitting down on his bed as well, but not too close to him. "If you need anything, I'm two doors down. You can come talk to me any time you want."

Wait, was I being too pushy? What if I scared him away?

"Thank you. For... a lot of things, Blaine." Kurt told me, and I felt, for a second, as if I'd finally done something to help someone else. Maybe I couldn't help myself, and that's why I ran away from everything, but I could help Kurt.

"Do you want to get dinner? I'll introduce you to the rest of the Warblers. They'll love you." I instantly blanched. Why did I have to say the 'l' word?

"Sure." Kurt said, sitting up and stretching so that his sweater rode up just a bit, revealing a small strip of pale, flat stumach. Thank goodness I was tan enough that when I blushed, it wasn't obvious. "I'll unpack after."

I couldn't help smiling as we walked downstairs together, but a small part of me felt a little sick. I was already too happy being around Kurt. I didn't get close to people this fast. I could only imagine what would happen to me if I got to see Kurt everyday, got to spend time with him, maybe even sing with him.

I admit, I was a little afraid that I was going to fall for him. Yeah, sure, falling in love was great, if everything worked out. Only, usually, everything didn't work out, and things ended in heartbreak.

I needed to protect my heart before it got broken beyond