The rest of Kurt's first school day at Dalton was rather uneventful. To his delight, he shared most of his classes with Blaine and the few they weren't both attending he had either Nick or Jeff sitting next to him. Kurt had never had so much fun in class. Besides having someone to talk to or work with - unlike at McKinley, where everyone had avoided him like the plague - they all knew how to keep their classmates entertained even during the most boring lessons. By the time they were through with Calculus and History Kurt was pretty sure he could name at least half of the boys in his year just from the countless times his new friends had turned around to someone when the teacher wasn't looking (or was late, as seemed to be the norm for a Dalton Academy pedagogue).

When the bell signaling the end of his last class finally rang, Kurt was almost bouncing in his seat. He'd only had Nick for company in English and Blaine had promised to meet him in the foyer so they could head to the music store they'd spent the better part of the day talking about. Nick just rolled his eyes at Kurt's obvious excitement, smirking at him and gently patting his back before heading out to meet with Jeff and do who knew what. In all honesty, Kurt didn't particularly care, way too hyped up at the prospect of spending a whole afternoon alone with Blaine to even think of anything else.

He'd barely turned around the corner right before the foyer when Blaine was already winking him over, grinning madly. With a slight skip to his step, Kurt quickly crossed the foyer, coming to stand as close to Blaine as he dared.

"Hey," he breathed, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with how widely he smiled.

"Hey to you too," Blaine chuckled, offering Kurt his arm. "Ready to pick out your audition piece?"

Blushing, Kurt accepted the gentlemanly gesture with a shy smile, linking his arm with Blaine's before following him out into the harsh November air. It was cold but sunny, a picture perfect fall day almost made for a walk.

"It's such a shame we've been locked up in school all day when it's this beautiful out," Blaine sighed, throwing a longing look at the vast gardens surrounding the main building.

"Maybe we won't even need that long at the music store. We could always go for a walk after, if you wanted to?" Kurt asked tentatively, cheeks turning pink when Blaine shot him an incredulous look.

"I'd love to! Most of my friends are more interested in sports or video games and don't really see the appeal of just breathing a bit of fresh air and admire the coloring of the leaves. It would be great to have someone to just enjoy things with for a bit," he admitted, blushing a shade of red so gorgeous Kurt just wanted to pull him close and crush their lips together. The thought caught him off guard, the mental image so pleasant it made his stomach swoop and effectively caused him to miss his next step, almost tripping on his own feet. He barely avoided taking Blaine with him, who steadied him quickly by grabbing his arm and more or less pulling him upright again.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

"I'm fine, just didn't look where I was going." Kurt tried to laugh it off nervously but he could tell Blaine was looking right through the pathetic attempt. Nonetheless he didn't say anything, just raised one of his impressive eyebrows and smiled at Kurt.

"If you're sure. And here I was thinking cats always land on their feet," he chuckled, only to slap a hand over his mouth as he recognized his mistake, throwing Kurt an apologetic glance. "God, Kurt, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" He was interrupted by Kurt doubling over in a fit of laughter.

"It's fine, Blaine," he wheezed once he'd calmed down enough to catch his breath. "I'm not offended or anything. I am part cat after all, that's a fact. As long as you don't start throwing me balls of wools and expect me to chase after them..."

"I'd never!" Blaine cried out, so genuinely indignant that it set Kurt off again. When he looked back up Blaine was actually pouting, arms crossed over his chest, tapping his foot, looking impatient, full-onpouting. Kurt quickly pulled himself together to not affront him further.

"I'm sorry, it was just, you were making such a big deal of your own ‘slip-up' and," Kurt just shook his head. "I'm so sorry. I solemnly swear not to laugh at you anymore for the rest of the day. Marauders' honor."

"Sounds very promising," Blaine deadpanned, looking like he was about two seconds away from sticking his tongue out at Kurt. "But I fear I'll have to forgive you since the only other person to ever use a Harry Potter quote on me was Jeff and he's more on the frightening side of a Potterhead."

They laughed it off, crossing the parking lot in companionable silence and walking close enough for their arms to brush against each other every other step. Just as they were about to get into Blaine's car, Kurt blurted out an "I don't, by the way", surprising both of them.

"You don't what?"

"Always land on my feet," Kurt mumbled, almost inaudibly over the car, blushing a very impressive shade of red. "I've heard that my balance is pretty amazing but cats can only do that because of their physique and while I have some of the traits, my body's center of gravity is just the same as the average human's."

For a moment, Blaine just stared at him blankly and Kurt shifted on his feet, averting his eyes, practically feeling the blood flooding his cheeks some more. He was sure that any minute now, Blaine would turn around and bolt, chased away by how much of a freak Kurt actually was. He didn't expect Blaine's eyes to light up and a grin to appear on his face while he breathlessly murmured "That's so fascinating."

The ride to the music store just promised to get a whole lot more interesting than Kurt had initially thought.