"Oh, hey Blaine! Sorry, I didn't see you there!" Kurt hurried to say, blushing a rather obvious shade of pink as Blaine caught himself and grinned at him. Relieved that there'd been no damage done Kurt grinned back, almost bouncing up and down on his tiptoes in his excitement. Class had just been so delightful and Nick and Jeff had been so nice and now he'd have lunch with Blaine, his charming new (drop-dead gorgeous) roommate.

"It's fine, Kurt. Looks like French went over well, huh?"

Kurt grinned some more, nodding enthusiastically. He didn't know what to do with all the energy coursing through him and his tail twitched restlessly behind him, curling around his legs and unwinding again in a continuous wave of motion.

"Are you kidding me? He's fucking fluent," Nick piped up, giving Kurt a broad smile. Up until now Kurt hadn't even noticed that the two of them had stayed behind with him and Blaine. He'd just assumed they would go ahead for lunch.

"Not quite yet," he mumbled shyly, the blush that had never left his cheeks darkening at the compliment. Kurt wasn't really used to positive attention but he sure wasn't about to complain.

Jeff just rolled his eyes at him before turning to Blaine. "So, how do you know our newbie, Blaine?"

"He's my new roommate," Blaine grinned, looking over at Kurt as if he were proud of that very fact. Kurt wasn't sure how it was an accomplishment to be his roommate but that didn't keep his cheeks from staying as flushed as they'd been for the past five minutes. Hesitantly, he offered Blaine a smile in return, completely forgetting about their lunch date or the two impatient, starved boys next to them. At least until his stomach made a loud grumbling noise to remind him of the necessity of food. Embarrassed, Kurt blushed some more, averting his eyes to the fascinating pattern on the tiles at his feet.

The guys just laughed, trying to get him to look up again. "Come on, Kurt, you can be embarrassed later. Right now I share your stomach's opinion. I'm starving!" Jeff exclaimed dramatically, grabbing Nick by the arm and dragging him in the direction of the cafeteria. Still chuckling to himself, Blaine gently nudged Kurt's shoulder to get his attention before gesturing to him that they should follow.

"Are we going to eat with Nick and Jeff?" Kurt asked when he finally found the courage to look at Blaine again while speaking.

"Of course. I mean, unless you don't want to. But I know them from the Warblers and they're friends of mine. Since you three seemed to get along well earlier I thought it was a good idea," Blaine replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"The Warblers? Oh, wait, the show choir here, right?" Kurt said, furrowing his brow as he tried to remember what exactly Jeff had told him about the club.

"Indeed," Blaine laughed. "I see, Jeff took away most of my work. I'm sure you already now the better part of Dalton's history by now."

Kurt chuckled quietly along before looking back to Blaine. "So you're in the Warblers, too?"

"I am," Blaine nodded, the smile on his face almost ridiculously huge and practically oozing pride. "Actually, I'm sort of the lead singer."

"Really?" Kurt inquired. "But aren't you only a junior?" Obviously, he'd showed himself appropriately impressed because Blaine beamed at him with an intensity that made the sun look dull.

"I know. There are lots of seniors who'd probably do a much better job than I ever could but for some reason, the council insists. And one does not mess with the Warbler Council," Blaine winked before gently grabbing for Kurt's arm to navigate them through the bustling crowd at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Once they'd taken their place in the line, Blaine turned back to Kurt. "Enough about me. What about you? Are you interested in music? Or were you in any other clubs in your old school?"

"Not really," Kurt sighed. "I love music and singing and dancing. The other clubs didn't really interest me but I didn't dare trying out for glee club since it was really unpopular at McKinley and I was harassed enough as it was."

"Maybe you should try out for the Warblers, then!" Blaine exclaimed, almost exploding with excitement. "We're like rock stars, no one would laugh at you for making it in. And you already know Nick and Jeff and me, I'm sure you'd get along with the rest of them, too."

"Blaine, calm down!" Kurt laughed, carefully putting his hand on Blaine's arm to keep him from upsetting his tray with the way he was bouncing up and down. "You never even heard me sing! I could be terrible for all you know. You know what they say about cats and music."

"I just know you're really good," Blaine said, completely ignoring the last part of Kurt's statement, nudging him with his shoulder once more. "Warbler instinct. You'll have to trust my expertise."

Kurt giggled, but before he could say anything in response it was their turn and he found himself overwhelmed by the variety of delicious food he hadn't even dared dreaming of at McKinley. Once their trays were laden they had to concentrate on making their way to the table Jeff and Nick were already sitting at, impatiently waiting for them.

Conversation flowed naturally between the four of them, until another boy in the Dalton blazer approached their table just when Blaine told Jeff and Nick about his plans to get Kurt to audition for the Warblers, Kurt blushing madly and trying to shush him. Unfortunately, his new friends seemed to jump on the idea, too - as well as the newly arrived.

"I see, Anderson, you're doing your work here. Recruiting new members on their first day, I have to say I'm impressed," the boy smirked at Blaine before holding out his hand for Kurt to shake. "Hello, I'm Wesley, member of the Warbler Council."

Timidly, Kurt shook the offered hand, a bit intimidated by Wes' formal attitude. "Kurt."

"Well, Kurt, auditions are on Friday and I'd be glad to see you there. I'm sure Blaine will explain the rest to you. Nick, Jeff, could I speak to you for a minute?"

Once they were alone at the table, Kurt turned to Blaine. "Is he always so..."

"Formal?" Blaine nodded. "He is. He's on the council for a reason, though we're mostly convinced he's just doing it for the gavel." A grin lit up his face for a moment, then his expression fell back into a more serious one. "Us teasing you to come to the auditions is all fun and games but if you feel pressured, just tell us and we'll stop. If you really don't want to, nobody is going to make you. But if you feel like this is something you'd like to do we're one hundred percent behind you."

"Thanks, Blaine." Kurt smiled at him, gently bumping their shoulders together. "But you've been so convincing I think I might give it a shot."

"Really?" And just like that, Blaine was back to bouncing in his seat like an overexcited puppy. "If you want to I could help you choose your audition piece. We could go to that music store not too far from here after classes."

Kurt smiled at Blaine's antics. "Sounds like a date." Realizing what he just said, Kurt blushed once more, hurrying to correct himself. "I-I mean, I don't mean it like that of course-"

"Kurt, it's fine!" Blaine laughed. "I know what you meant. Should I tell Nick and Jeff what you decided?"

"Do we want them to accompany us to the store?"

"Oh God, no. I don't think they're even allowed in there anymore. If I remember correctly they're banned for life for something having to do with a bunch of vinyls and a guitar..."

While Blaine went on about the horror that was taking Nick and Jeff anywhere without getting kicked out of said place, Kurt couldn't help but squeal internally. He would spend hours on end with Blaine, in a music store, trying to pick out a song for him to sing at his Warblers' audition. If that wasn't a good start of his first week at his new school then he didn't know what would be.