"So how was your first day?" Kat asked.

"The classes are more challenging than anything we had back at McKinley." I said, pressing my shoulder to the phone so I could use both my hands to sift through the large amount of clothes hanging in my closet.

"I miss you already." She said, her voice dropping an octave. If I didn't know Kat better, you'd think she were holding back tears. But Kat rarely cried.

"I'm not that far away." I replied as I pulled out my black sweater with the golden buttons. If I found the right shirt for it.... "I'm going out for coffee in a few minutes with Blaine and some of the other Warblers. Do you want to come? We'll be at the Westerville Cafe."

I always spent a lot of time getting dressed, but even for me, this was rediculous. I just wanted my clothes to at least look good, so that something about me could perhaps be good enough for someone as perfect as Blaine.

I sighed. Like that was possible.

"I don't know...." There was hesitation in her voice, but I could hear a jingle of keys over the phone. "I was going to the bookstore anyways, so I guess I'll get a quick coffee. How many people are going to be there, did you say?"

"I'm really not sure." Purple sweater and my green button up? No, way too Barney. Maybe if I paired the green shirt with the gold button sweater. "But you should come. I mean, everyone has been really nice and welcoming, but I'd still like someone who I'm fully comfortable around to be there. That way, if I can't think of anything to talk about I can just talk to you."

"Alright, I'll be there in about twenty minutes. By the way, wear the purple sweater with your t-shirt that has the sun glasses on it. Interesting enough to draw attention, but in a good way." She said before hanging up.

I pulled the purple sweater and the t-shirt out of my closet and held them up together. She was right, it did work. I pulled the outfit on quickly, hoping it didn't take too long to walk to the cafe. I didn't want to be too late.

I pushed open my door and ran into a solid barrier. I squealed, my body thrown off balance, and groped for something to hold onto.

"Woah," Blaine said, his strong hands gripping my shoulders to stop me from falling. "I was just about to knock on your door. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just fine." I said, a little breathlessly. I was intensely aware of Blaine's hands on my shoulder, the heat of them seeping through my sweater.
Blaine must have been aware of them as well because he quickly jerked his hands away.

"I was coming to ask you if you wanted to ride with Nick, Jeff and I." I noticed Blaine was still in his uniform. Were we not supposed to change? Was I going to be the only one in casual clothing?

"Beats walking." I said with a small laugh. Why was this so uncomfortable? I was too worried about what Blaine was going to think of me.

"So far is Dalton all you thought it would be?" Blaine asked as we descended the stairs.

I nodded and Blaine smiled. I wonder if he knew the affect that smile had on other people. It was the kind of smile that made you want to join in.

"I definitely take less time getting dressed in the morning." I joked.

When we got to the large front doors, Blaine held the door for me. I had to force myself not to swoon into his arms like some Disney princess. Blaine was just nice. Nice people were hard to come by in this day and age, but it happens. He wasn't being romantic and sweet, he was just being nice.

"Hey, guys." Blaine called to Jeff and Nick, both of whom were standing beside a shiny black car. It looked expensive. Really expensive. " I told Kurt we'd give him a ride. Hope you don't mind."

"No problem." Nick said with an easy smile. So far, besides Blaine, Nick and Jeff had been the friendliest people I'd met at Dalton. Nick was in my English class and offered my the seat next to his.

"I hope you don't mind, but I invited my sister to come." I said as we entered the car.

"She's the hot blonde girl from last night, right?" Jeff commented as he was doing up his seatbelt.

Nick turned to him, his ever-present smile for once faltering."Jeff," he said warningly.

"I'm mean, the blonde girl who's looks I have no comment on because she's your sister and that would be wrong." Jeff corrected.

I wasn't sure if I should laugh or be offended, so I settled for indifference. It wasn't like Jeff was making a crude comment, exactly. Just... an uncomfortable one.

We pulled up infront of Westerville Cafe two minutes later and I was happy to see that I wasn't the only Dalton student out of uniform. It wasn't that I didn't like the uniform. It was fine. I just liked to make a bit more of a statement with my outfits.

Once again, Blaine held the door for me. I wondered if he would have held it for Nick and Jeff too, but they were walking ahead of him. Just being nice.

"I'll order for you guys, just get us a seat before this place gets too packed." Nick said as we entered. It was already packed. Finding a table big enough for all of us wasn't going to be easy.

I pulled a five dollar bill out of my pocket. "I want a grande nonfat mocha. Thanks."

"Blaine?" Jeff said, holding out his hand.
"The usual, but can you get me one of those chocolate biscotti's?" Blaine asked as he dug around in his pockets for money. He pulled out a wallet and, even though I tried not to look, I noticed there was a good amount of money in there. He pulled out a twenty and gave it to Jeff.

Was everybody at this school rich? Probably. Even the casually dressed kids had perfectly ironed shirts and pants, their hair gelled to perfection. Good thing I was very fashion concious.

"Over here!" Blaine said, pointing to a booth that sat four. "We'll just pull a chair up when Kat gets here."

I slid into one side of the booth, wondering if Blaine would sit across from me or beside me. I was more than a little pleased when he sat beside me, his thigh against mine.

"So why do you still have your uniform on?" I asked, trying to strike up conversation. My voice wavered only slightly, hopefully not enough for Blaine to notice.

"Why, doesn't it look good on me?" Blaine joked, his voice low, a grin that was extremely different from his dazzling smile changed his face into something less friendly and more sexy.

"Here you go." Nick said, sliding our drinks onto the table in front of us. Blaine sat up straighter, as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been.

Had he been flirting with me? I could feel a slight blush working its way into my cheeks and took a sip of my drink to hide it.

"So, Kurt," Jeff said as he and Nick sat down. "Do you think the Warblers have a chance against New Directions?"

I couldn't help but look at Blaine. "Definitely." Blaine and Rachel were almost equally matched when it came to talent, and the Warblers were really good.

"You're joining the Warblers, right?" Nick asked, sipping his can of Coca-Cola. "All you have to do is sing an audition song."

"Just come to the next meeting. They'll let you in. We love having new blood." Blaine said, one of those perfect smiles on his face.

The bells over the door to the coffee shop jingled and I looked up, seeing Kat walk in, her eyes downcast, a book tucked under her arm.

"I'll grab an extra chair." Jeff offered. I wondered if he was doing that to make up for the comment he'd made earlier.

Kat went up to the counter and ordered herself a drink. When she was done she finally looked around the room, her eyes finally metting mine lit up with a smile.

Jeff returned with a chair, which he sat down on. Kat approached the table, hesitating for a second before sliding in beside Nick. Where Blaine didn't care if we were sitting too close, Kat was careful not to sit too close to Nick.

"What book did you get?" I asked, leaning across the table and grabbing the book. "Dreamland, Sarah Dessen. Haven't you already read this?"

"Yes," She said, her voice soft. "But that was when I borrowed it from the library. It's the only book by her I don't own yet."

"What's it about?" Nick asked. I handed the book to him and he the back while Kat watched on, her lips slightly parted. She'd probably behead me if something got on it, or if one of the pages got bent. She was extremely careful with all of her books. "What, no vampire romances for you?"

"Oh, God." I said, rubbing my eyes with my hands. "Do not get her started--"

"No." Kat said, her voice a little stiff. She was the shyest person I knew, but when it came to books, she was fierce in her opinions. "My idea of the perfect boy does not include some 100 year old man who has to resist to drink my blood. There's nothing wrong with people who enjoy books like that, I just happen to not see the romance in it. I'd rather have a guy who I don't have to worry about getting a papercut around."

"So what is your idea of the perfect guy?" Nick asked, grinning and raising his eyebrows.

"Okay, this just got uncomfortable." I stage whispered to Blaine.

We all laughed, including Kat, though I could see that her cheeks were slightly red.

"So what kind of song should I audition with?" I asked Blaine when the laughter subsided.

"What ever you want. I can help you with it, if you want. I mean, not that I think you need help, I just--,"

"That'd be great." I said, cutting him off and giving him a kind smile. Blaine must have just been a nervous person. There's no way I made him nervous. He probably had gorgous boys hitting on him all the time.

After our coffee's were done, we got up to leave. "I'll see you again this weekend." I told Kat, giving her a hug.
"I forgot to ask you about your day." She said, giving me an apologetic look.

"We'll talk another time. Somethings I can't exactly say with certain people in the visinity." I told her, a wicked grin on my face.

We parted, Kat going to her truck and me going to Nick's nice car. "Just a second." Nick said, running towards Kat.
"What's he doing?" I asked Blaine, who shrugged.

Jeff, Blaine and I watched as Nick handed Kat her book. She must have left it on the table. She smiled slightly but kept her eyes down, or on the book. Anywhere but on Nick's face.

"She forgot her book." Nick said when he was back, sliding into the front seat of the car. The rest of us followed suit.

"So why is it that you can make suggestive comments to girls, but I can't even make them when they're not around?" Jeff asked as we drove back to Dalton.

"Because I was asking her a simple question. You were objectifying her." Nick explained, his eyes on the road.

"Either way it makes me uncomfortable." I joked. Blaine grinned while Nick and Jeff both gave me apologetic looks.

It was nice, being able to go out with friends not having a care in the world. I didn't have to worry if someone was going to make a gay joke, or shove me. And then there was Blaine... sweet, nervous Blaine. Maybe one day I'd be good enough to deserve a guy like him. For now, I was happy just to have someone like him in my life.