"You're definitely way neater than I am," Blaine told him as he prepared to head back to the main building for Warbler practice. "Will you be alright while I go to a Warbler meeting?"

Kurt shrugged at him.

"Well, you have my number if you need anything just text me...um, I'll be back in an hour or so."

Kurt reached for the dry erase board he carried with him everywhere and wrote out quickly, 'have fun' and drew a lopsided smiley face next to it.

Blaine watched Blaine for a while longer before he left. There was something about Kurt that was different from anyone Blaine had ever met. He didn't know if it was the penchant for fashion, or how much care he put into himself, or that although there was a sadness in his eyes, he still managed to smile and continue on.

He met David and Thad out in the hall, both boys arguing about something, and quieting down the moment he approached them.

"What's up?" he asked, suspiciously.

David shrugged. "Nothing. How's the roommate?"

"We get along famously, even though he has to write something down every time I talk to him and that can get awkward, but it could be worse. He's a bit of a clean freak, though, so maybe Wes would have made a better roommate, but so far it's going alright."

David nodded. "Good."

"I still would like to watch him, examine his mannerism. If one can't talk, wouldn't their gesticulation be more of an emphasis?"

David and Blaine fixed Thad with a pointed look. He lifted his hands in the air as if to ask, "what?" and then fixed the strap of his messenger bag on his shoulder.

Blaine sighed. "Kurt is a person, Thad, he is not a science experiment and I for one would appreciate it if you didn't creepily observe him."

Thad looked for a moment offended, then he sighed. "I guess it could be construed as rather creepy to just watch him. But, if I were to befriend him and hang out with him, there would be nothing wrong with asking a few questions and perhaps writing down some observations."

Blaine wanted to tell Thad to find someone else to watch, but knew it'd be futile. Thad was already invested in Kurt for whatever reason.

"Just don't offend him or something. He's...well, he's very vulnerable, I think. He didn't say last night, but something must have happened to lead him to transferring here. I thought it could be bullying like me but he didn't really confirm that."

David frowned, "what makes you think so? He isn't like you were when you first started here."

It was partly instinct that made him assume Kurt had been bullied. There was something in the way he held himself sometimes. He had an aura of confidence, but it was a confidence that had been diminished greatly. Blaine had seen him falter and second guess himself all day. Someone had hurt Kurt terribly and it was still affecting him.

"Well, for one he's gay, and he mentioned living in Ohio all his life, which points directly to some sort of homophobia being present in his life. He also had a nightmare last night and he acted like it was a normal occurrence, went directly back to sleep at once."

They had made it to the main building and David, looking concerned paused before they entered, "you don't want to admit it, but you care about him a whole lot after knowing him for one day. Is he that boy you've been dreaming of?"

Blaine shrugged. "Yes. No. I don't know anymore. He looks sometimes just like I imagined, but at the same time he isn't him. I told you I hear his voice. Kurt can't speak, much less sing."

"But does a voice matter that much?" Thad asked.

"I don't know. I just keep thinking, what if there is someone out there with the voice and everything else that might attract me in Kurt?"

They entered the room that doubled as a lounge and Warbler headquarters, to find Wes, already seated behind the council table with gavel in hand, just as he always was. He grinned when they entered.

"Pierce texted me," he told them.

Blaine had forgotten about Pierce in all the commotion of helping Kurt get settled. But there was a Pierce, and Wes had set up a date for him with said Pierce, and said date was that night.

He groaned.

David grinned at him and patted him on the back, "I know you're enjoying all this bonding time with Kurt, but since you're not admitting to being already in love with the kid, you can't cancel on Pierce. Not to mention, it'd be rude. You don't want to be rude, do you?"

Blaine sighed. He knew there was no way he was getting out of the date, but god did he want to.

Thad snickered at him. "You'll like him, Blaine."

"Doubt it," he mumbled."

"Well, if you're going to be so negative about it, then, yeah, you'll probably hate the date. You're ruin it for the both of you." Wes nodded to himself wisely and hit the council table with the gavel as if his word made that official.

"I'm not going into this in a negative way. I just do have a roommate who still doesn't know Dalton very well, who is under the possible scrutiny of Thad and who will most likely develop some sort of psychological problem just by hanging out with the two of you." He pointed at Wes and David.

"Oh, he'll love us," David said and walked to take his seat next to Wes.

Blaine sighed. "I'll go. I can't back out now, but if he's nowhere near my type, I will refuse to let any of you set me up ever again."

"You'll do that anyway," Thad said.

He and David shared a look and then simultaneously said, "because you love Kurt."

Blaine felt his cheeks warm up. "I've known Kurt for less than twenty-four hours. I'm not in love with him."

- - -

From the journal of Blaine Anderson

- - -

Pierce turned out to be about a foot taller than Blaine and ginger. When Blaine opened the door, he almost burst into laughter upon seeing him because he was as far from being his type in looks as it was possible.

Kurt who was sprawled out on his bed with post its and index cards, looked up as Blaine opened the door and Blaine thought he saw a flash of annoyance - though he couldn't identify what Kurt could be annoyed about - in his eyes before it turned to mirth when he saw the shocked look on Blaine's face.

"Hi," Pierce said and shifted his weight from foot to foot in an awkward manner.

"Um." Blaine looked back at Kurt, "I guess I'll be back later, then...if you do need something don't hesitate to text me or get David and Thad. They're next door to us, room 56D."

Kurt nodded. He looked sad, now, just as he had all day. Blaine couldn't place what had upset him, and he wanted nothing more than the cancel the date that was already shaping up to becoming an evening he would want to forget, and see if he could somehow bring up Kurt's spirits.

Kurt flashed him his dry erase board, 'have fun'. Blaine smiled at him.

"Thanks. Don't study so hard. You have two weeks to do catch up work."

Kurt shrugged at him.

Blaine grabbed the light coat he'd left on his bed for easy access, but was stopped when Kurt pulled at the sleeve, shaking his head.

"What? Kurt?"

Then, Kurt proceeded to do something no one ever did, open Blaine's closet. He was looking through his clothes for a moment, before he found whatever it was he was looking for. It was a jacket that to Blaine looked almost exactly the same as the one Kurt had taken from him. The only difference was that this one was in navy, the cut of the pockets were slightly altered, and it had buttons instead of a zipper.

Kurt handed him his choice of jacket.

'Much better' he wrote.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "You could have said earlier. Thanks, Kurt."

Kurt fixed him with a look.

Pierce, looking a bit uncomfortable from the doorway, coughed. "Are you ready to go?"

Blaine glanced at Kurt one last time and grabbed the scarf that he'd also left on the bed. This time, Kurt just nodded at him in approval although he still looked rather sad. He placed the scarf around his neck and motioned for Pierce to go on. After closing the door behind him, Blaine felt like he'd closed a door in some bigger, but he shook the thought.

"I have to stop at David and Thad's room," he told Pierce, "won't take too long."

Pierce just nodded.

Blaine didn't bother knocking on their door, instead he just turned the knob and pushed it open.

"Knock much?" David asked. He was seated on the floor surrounded by piles upon piles of books.

"Funny," Blaine said and picked up a random book, a paperback with a strange design on its cover. "What has Thad been searching for?"

"No idea, I just got back an hour ago, and I come in to find all these books all over the place. I don't even know where he went. Could still be in the room, for all I know."

David and Thad's room was almost always covered in books, sometimes, as was the case now, the piles were so large that they could form walls separating parts of the room. Thad could have very well been in the room, hidden behind mountains of books.

"Hey," David said, suddenly, "aren't you supposed to be on a date now?"

Blaine nodded. "Yes. Pierce is waiting for me in the hall - probably for the better. Oh, and the three of you, you're hilarious in what you assume my type is."

"Thought you didn't have a type. Although of course, there is always Kurt. So, why are you here?"

Blaine sighed, "Yes, well about Kurt. He was looking a bit down so I was just hoping you could keep him company or just check in on him or something. It is only his second night and he had a nightmare last night. It's not easy getting used to Dalton, either."

David nodded. "Yeah sure, as long as you finally admit that Kurt is your type."

"I'll do no such thing. I can assure you that Pierce is not, however."

David grinned and Blaine saw him scribble something down on a notebook he pulled. Without a goodbye, Blaine left the room careful to not knock down any piles of books.

"Now, we can go," he told Pierce. "Where are we going?"

Pierce laughed, "they really didn't tell you anything, did they?"

Blaine nodded, "I kept pestering them. I mean, this is such an awkward situation. A blind date...I don't even know."

"Dinner," Pierce told him, "I know an Italian restaurant, if you're not opposed. I figured we could get to know each other. I didn't know what you'd be comfortable doing and everyone likes to eat."

Blaine nodded and let out a chuckle. He could grow to like Pierce, he knew, but more as a friend than anything else. There was no instant attraction as far as he was concerned, but he seemed like a nice enough guy.

"Sounds good. So, I take it you're driving then?"

"If you don't mind."

Blaine shrugged, "doesn't really matter to me."

When they got outside, Blaine wrapped his scarf around his neck, but didn't put on the coat Kurt had told him to wear. Now that Blaine was looking at it in combination with his scarf and jeans, he understood to some extent how it did go better than the one he'd chosen.

"Your roommate," Pierce said as they made their way to his car, a dark green jeep with a black soft top, "he's mute?"

Blaine nodded. "He actually just transferred yesterday."

Pierce opened the passenger door for Blaine, motioning for him to enter. "That must be odd. I've never dormed. I live just fifteen minutes away, so, I rather just stay at home."

"It's not too bad," Blaine said with a shrug. "I mean, at first it was a hard adjustment with the classes and everything, but you get into the flow of things. I actually kind of hate how everything is so set on schedule around here."

"Really? And here I was thinking all you Warblers went crazy if there was one minute unplanned for."

Blaine snorted. "That would actually describe a few of my fellow Warblers, I'll admit, but organization is one thing, what bothers me more about Dalton is how easily it is to forget the outside world."

When they arrived at the restaurant which hadn't been too far from Dalton, Blaine got out of the car before Pierce could go around to open his door which left them with an awkward moment before they headed towards the glass door.

They were seated quickly, in a small two person table. The restaurant was just the right size and cozy with dim lighting, and pictures raging in size of Italy and other decorative art depicted around them.

"So, is there anything in particular you'd recommend?" Blaine asked to break the silence.

- - -

- - -

Kurt finished organizing his notebook to his preference about two minutes before David and Thad entered the room without knocking and carrying a laundry basket full of junk food between them. Kurt stared at them.

'Blaine's not here' he wrote on his dry erase board in a dark pink color.

"Oh, we know," David said, "we just thought we should get to know you a little better. So, movie night?" He waved a DVD he hadn't spotted earlier at him.

Kurt didn't know what to make of it. He'd planned to just lie around miserable for the rest of the night, wondering about Blaine's date in order to not think about how much of a mistake it had been for him to sacrifice anything to get out of McKinley, away from the people that loved him into a world he didn't know.

"Hey, are you alright?" Thad had his head tilted and was staring at him curiously.

He nodded and stood up, bringing his dry erase board along.

David and Thad set the basket down on Blaine's bed.

"Friday nights," David said, "are the perfect movie nights. Usually Wes and Blaine are around, but it'll just be the three of us today. Is that alright?"

Kurt didn't know how he should react. It wasn't that he didn't like either boy, they were just odd and not exactly his friends. He sighed and then shrugged.

"Nice," David said and then he and Thad picked up the laundry basked again, "follow us."

Kurt opened his mouth to ask them what movie they'd be watching, forgetting yet again that he couldn't possibly ask any question unless it was in written form. He sniffed. He couldn't even vent about it to anyone that would listen.

Thad turned to look at him as they continued down the stairs. "Did you need anything, Kurt?"

He shook his head and tried to smile, but he knew he hadn't done a good job to convince Thad, who frowned at him, but turned back to facing the front so he didn't fall on the stairs.

The common room was empty when they got there and Kurt must have looked like he wanted an explanation for why that was, because David, after opening up some sort of panel that hid the flat screen TV, turned to him, "not everyone stays the weekends if they live close enough to go home. Curfew is also extended so some of the boys go take out their girlfriends if they can or meet up with friends outside of Dalton. It's the one night this room is actually empty."

'What are we watching?' Kurt wrote on his board.

"A masterpiece of just pure genius," Thad announced.

Kurt eyed them warily.

"It has everything a proper movie should have," David told him while he messed around with the DVD player, "you will cry, you will laugh, you will even find the meaning of life in this movie."

Kurt eyed the two boys, not knowing if he should be worried about what they were thinking of subjecting him to. He'd been around the New Direction boys long enough to know what kind of movies they considered good.

Kurt showed them his dry erase board again.

"You'll see in a bit," Thad told him, "help me move this a bit closer?"

Thad was standing behind the couch and Kurt walked over to help him, pushing it so it was facing the TV and just the slightest bit closer.

"We used to have a projector and screen, but there was an incident and the screen was never replaced," David said, grabbing the DVD remote and dropping himself into the corner seat of the couch, "come sit, Kurt."

Thad dimmed the lights and brought their multitudes of snacks over. Kurt eyed the laundry basked warily. He knew it'd be rude to refuse to eat anything with them, and he was hungry, but this wasn't the kind of food that he ate.

David pressed play and Kurt looked towards the screen with interest.

"We're pretty sure you haven't seen it," David said, "you don't seem the kind to be into this stuff, but we have to expose you to certain awesomeness."

Kurt blinked at David, wanting to question him further and once more hating that he didn't have a voice. Every time he wanted to express an opinion or do something as simple as ask a question he was restraint by not being able to talk, reminded of what he'd lost. And Blaine was out on a date with a boy that was everything Kurt wasn't.

"You'll see in a bit, Kurt," David told him, either ignoring the sadness that must have been displayed on Kurt's face or not noticing.

The movie turned out to be Star Wars. "Everyone has to see Star Wars, it's a classic, but just the original ones, not those newer ones."

Kurt hadn't seen any of the Star Wars movies. They weren't his thing. They neither had fashionable clothes for Kurt to enjoy, or hot enough boys for him to ogle, although this young Harrison Ford did have some potential.

Right from the start of the movie, Kurt was confused. There was something to be said about the plot and how well thought out it had been, but there were still many things that David had to explain to him. Thad for his part was mostly silent during the movie, watching entranced and from time to time glancing at Kurt.

About an hour into it, Kurt was already getting bored. He was understanding it better and thought that he could even, if possible, get into it, but every time he had to reach for the dry erase board to write out a question or make a comment on something that he couldn't just not want them to know, he was reminded that he didn't have a voice. It was during those moments that Kurt allowed himself to just sink further into his seat and try to not regret what he had done.

"So, are you liking it?" Thad asked, breaking the silence.

Kurt shrugged.

David choose that moment to begin opening their bags of junk food. He grabbed a bag of potato chips and opened it with a sigh. He took a large handful and handed the bag to Kurt who looked at and took just one, which he stared at.

"Kurt, you do know you eat it right?"

Kurt felt his cheeks warm up. He took a bite. Kurt couldn't deny that they tasted wonderfully, despite the amount of grease that he could practically taste. He could understand why people wanted to eat this all the time, but as he ate, he couldn't help but think about what just eating this one chip would do him.

David and Thad eyed him.

"Are you," David began, stopping to try and find the right words, "are you one of those health freaks?" There was something akin to shock and disgust in his voice.

Kurt blushed a little, not sure why he got so flustered so easily around these boys. It was his lack of voice, he decided after a while. His voice, powerful and beautiful had always been a source of confidence, now without it he felt small and insignificant. Kurt was still proud, but without his voice to use as a way to express himself there was truly a part of him missing.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," David added, "Blaine does keep telling us to eat better and Wes goes through periodic periods of constant fruit eating."

Thad rolled his eyes at David, "Movie nights are the only nights I indulge in this type of food, Kurt, it's alright if we're not having it all the time like David and Wes tend to."

David grabbed had opened the double stuffed Oreos and dangled one in front of Kurt, "you know you want it."

Kurt couldn't help but laugh, it was a faint sound that was nothing like his normal laugh, but something. He grabbed the oreo and bit into it, smiling at David's triumphant look. Kurt couldn't understand how these boys could be so friendly to him. None of the boys in New Directions had ever invited him to something like this or made the effort to be his friend and yet David and Thad who barely knew him were.

The rest of the movie was spent in the same manner, Kurt trying to ignore thoughts about his voice and David constantly waving food in front of Kurt until he ate it. When the movie was close to an end, David pulled out his phone to order Pizza, and Kurt stared at him in surprise.

"What?" he asked.

'More food?'

"Well, yeah, all of this stuff can't replace dinner altogether." David looked shocked that Kurt could even consider that, but Kurt just rolled his eyes. He really did like David and Thad, he settled himself back down next to Thad to continue with the movie.

"I'm glad you're having fun," Thad said, "you looked a bit sad earlier. Boarding is hard to get used to."

Kurt just nodded.

"Not to mention," Thad added a minute later, "Blaine only went on that date to humor Wes so you shouldn't worry about that."

A blush appeared on Kurt's cheeks again, and Thad just chuckled and threw an arm around Kurt's shoulders. Kurt glared at him.

"Don't even try to deny it, Kurt."

- - -

From the secret blog of Thad Jameson

- - -

The date went downhill after they started on their meals with a lull in conversation. Blaine almost appreciated the lack of conversion after a while, and then Pierce began to talk again, and continue talking as he ate, not bothering to pause for when he was eating. It was then, that Blaine discovered he was a Warbler groupie. Of course, he was.

"And you guys were just awesome," Pierce was saying as Blaine sipped at his iced tea, "I mean the song arrangement, and just your singing. I wanted to approach you and say something, but you rushed off so fast."

Blaine sighed. "Are you finished?" he asked, motioning to his plate.

Pierce nodded. "Yeah. So, um, do you think it'd be alright if I went to see you guys at Sectionals? It's in a week or so right? Because who know when you'll do another performance at school again and I'd just love to see you guys..."

Blaine tuned him out for a moment and gestured for the waiter to get them the check.

"No dessert?" Pierce asked.

Blaine shook his head. "Did you want some? I'm not particularly feeling up to it, but if you want some." He silently hoped Pierce didn't actually want any.

"I guess not," he said.

When the waiter arrived, Blaine took the book and put his debit card inside before Pierce could so much as touch it. He handed it to the waiter at once.

"I'll be back in a moment," he said with a smile.

Blaine nodded.

"I could have paid for that," Pierce said, "in fact, you should have let me."

Blaine shook his head. "No, it's alright." He tried to smile at Pierce.

"Anyway," Pierce continued, "do you think I could come? I'd drive there myself of course and cheer you guys on. School spirit and everything. Maybe I could get some other guys to come too."

The waiter was back and handed Blaine his card. "Thank you," Blaine said. The waiter nodded and walked to another table that had called his attention.

Pierce pulled out his wallet to leave a tip, "you can let me do that at least," he said.

Blaine shrugged.

Once outside, Blaine walked as briskly as possible to the car.

"Is there any reason you're rushing?" Pierce asked following, "you still haven't answered me."

"I just, um, wanted to make an early night of it tonight. I promised Thad I'd help find a book...you caught a glimpse of his room earlier. You can come to sectionals if you want, it's not just us performing though...but do whatever you want, I'm sure Wes will..." Blaine trailed off.

"What?" Pierce asked.

Blaine narrowed his eyes at a figure walking out of the restaurant. "Wes," he muttered and then turned to Pierce, "I've had a good night. I just, I have to go, alright?"

Before Pierce could reply, Blaine was rushing away. About halfway through their dinner, Blaine had thought he'd seen Wes, but then decided he was just seeing things. Seeing him, now, walking out of the restaurant gave Blaine both a good excuse to ditch Pierce and a person to rant about to.

He caught up with Wes as Wes was getting into his car.

"Oh," Wes said, when he spotted him, "hello, Blaine."

"So, where's Amelia, Wes? You said you were having dinner with your sister tonight, where is she? If I remember correctly it also was dinner at T.G.I.F.s."

Wes gulped. "What'd you do with Pierce?"

Blaine shrugged, "told him I had to go. Probably the only reason I'm thankful you're here is that I actually got away from him. He's not exactly someone I would call a good date. Did you know he's kind of a Warbler groupie?"

Wes snorted. "He's not that bad. He just said he admired our work. I thought you would hit it off because not only did he admire singing but he himself is a singer. He does theater mostly, yet another thing the two of you had in common."

"He was also too tall and a red head," Blaine told Wes with a cock of his head.

Wes laughed and then motioned for Blaine to get in the car. "I didn't know you were so against red heads. He's still a nice guy, Blaine, you're just choosing not to like him. In fact, I think you won't like anyone we set you up with...not unless it's Kurt."

Blaine was nodding along, until Wes mentioned Kurt's name, and then he stopped and shot Wes a glare. "I like Kurt," he said, "I do like him and I think he and I could even get to that point and that's just from knowing what's in his ipod, but I can't get attached to him knowing that he isn't the one I'm looking for...what happens when I do find him?

Blaine related the worst parts of his date with Pierce on the way back to Dalton.

"Well, at least it makes for a good story...and we really didn't see him as a crazy Warbler fan when we met him. Which isn't the point, you've gotten out there and you had a date and now there's only to find the right person for you to date."

Blaine knew what was coming then. Wes parked his car in his usual spot and then the two of them got out.

"So you found someone else you've deemed my type? I hate to break it to you, Wes, but I don't think you know me very well."

Wes shook his head. "We did find someone, and we do know you. Pierce was never meant to be your soul mate. He was more of a test, so to speak."

They entered Stevenson with Blaine pondering what Wes could possibly mean, but paused mid thought when he heard laughter from the common room and the sound of someone typing rather quickly.

"Wes, you're back!" David was suddenly out in the foyer, "just in time for The Empire Strikes Back." David noticed Blaine, then, "how was the date?"

Blaine rolled his eyes and said, "he was ginger and a Warbler fanboy, how do you think it went?"

Kurt and Thad were seated on the couch with Kurt's computer. There was junk food everywhere and two boxes of pizza on the coffee table in front of them. On the screen the movie was just beginning.

"Maybe if you found me someone that liked Star Wars instead of the Warblers things might go better," he said to Wes and David.

Thad looked up then, "hey, Blaine, I take it, it didn't go well?"

Blaine nodded. "I came home with Wes, Thad, which as it happens leads me to something else I haven't yet forgotten..."

Wes who had grabbed marshmallows, looked down.

"What did you do, Wes?"

Everyone looked towards Wes, even Kurt.

"He was spying on my date, that is what he did," Blaine said, smiling a bit because really there was something hilarious about the idea.

Blaine walked around the couch and sat down on Kurt's other side, grinning at him. "Hey," he said, "so how was your night?"

Kurt shrugged with a smile that Blaine was glad to note reached his eyes.

"Well, I hope that means it was good."

Wes and David sprawled themselves out on the floor and Kurt closed the lid on his laptop and set it aside, before pulling up his feet for a more comfortable position. Blaine couldn't help but keep glancing at him. Kurt, looking happy like he didn't have any worries made him look if possible more radiant, more beautiful. Kurt turned and caught him watching him, he raised an eyebrow.

"You just, you look happy," Blaine said, "you were a bit distraught earlier...I just, I like that you're happy."

Kurt leaned towards him and hugged him for a moment that ended too quickly.

- - -

From the diary of Kurt Hummel