XOXOX

What. Was. This.

Dalton was... Dalton was... wow.

The school itself was gorgeous, of course, looking more like a Victorian mansion than an educational institution. But there were so many boys. They were everywhere. And they were all in uniform.

If Blaine was unsure of his sexuality before, he sure as hell wasn't now.

But anyway, there's more exciting news. He's going back to Lima fore Winter break. He get's to see Kurt again.

Just a few more days, he tells himself, tying his Dalton tie. Just a few more days.

XOXOX

Oh, man, high school was freaking awesome. Dave owned this place since the moment he stepped foot in it, and he wouldn't ask for it any other way. It didn't matter that he was a freshman as well. Since he was already a starting member of the football team, all of the other weak little kids feared him. Dave loved the smell of fear.

Well, he pretended he did at least, because that was way easier than being afraid himself. So instead of smiling at the kid who had practically done all of his math homework last year, he just shoved him into the lockers and handed him his Algebra book.

XOXOX

Kurt sat in his history class impatiently, staring at the clock. It was the last hour of the day, and the last hour before he got picked up from school (he refused to ride the bus. That thing smells like B.O.) and they went and picked up Blaine from his aunt's house, where they were staying for the weekend.

5...4...3...2...1... Bing!

Having packed up his things a while ago, Kurt dashed from the classroom, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone, flew down the hallway and out the door. He spotted his dad's truck and climbed in.

“Drive! Drive! Drive!” he demanded, pointing forcefully out the windshield. His father laughed.

“Calm down, kid,” Burt said. “And put your seat belt on.”

Kurt buckled up, bouncing anxiously in his seat as his dad pulled out of the school's parking lot.

The drive seemed to take much longer than it should have, but eventually—finally—they pulled into the driveway of Blaine's aunt's house. Kurt tore off his seat belt before the car had even stopped and got the door open as soon as he could get it unlocked.

Kurt ran up the driveway, onto the porch and raised his hand to knock. Before he got a chance, though, it was pried open and there stood Blaine and he had this huge smile on his face and Kurt just felt like squealing and tackling him in a hug.

So that's exactly what he did.

The rest of the day was spent in Kurt's bedroom, listening to music and just talking. Sure, they had talked on the phone a few times a week, but nothing compared to actually being there together. At one point, Kurt had had a momentary panic when he thought that maybe things would be awkward and they wouldn't have anything to say to each other, but his fears were dismissed as they fell back into the easy rhythm that was Kurt and Blaine.

They talked about McKinley and the talked about Dalton, they talked about friends and family and Blaine's crazy neighbors. They talked about music and movies and books, they talked about the time they went to Cedar Point a few Summers back, and how Addison has the most adorable little three year-old slur.

They'd fallen into an easy and comfortable silence, and Blaine had decided to speak what had been on his mind for quite some time now.

“Hey Kurt?” he asked, a little nervous.

“Hmm?” Kurt looked up from his sketchbook.

“Remember back in the seventh grade when I told you I was gay?” Blaine questioned, fiddling with the blanket on Kurt's bed.

“Yeah, why?” Kurt set his pencil down.

“Well, I just remember that you really wanted to know who the guy I liked was,” Blaine rushed, tripping over his words. “And I guess—I mean—I just thought I'd tell you that—that it was you.”

Blaine was blushing, looking down at his lap while Kurt gaped, mind reeling. What, exactly was he supposed to do with this information? Kurt swallowed.

“Do you still feel that way?” he asked, doing his best with what he was given.

“Oh, God,” Blaine groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Uh, maybe? I-I don't know, I just, I don't—“

“Shh, Blaine, it's okay,” Kurt soothed, pulling his friend into a hug. He let Blaine lean against him and tucked his head under his chin. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put you on the spot like that.”

“It's fine,” Blaine said. He hadn't completely relaxed yet, and Kurt thought he knew a way to fix that.

“I just bought the Cinderella special edition DVD,” he said. “Care to take a stroll down memory lane?” Blaine looked up at him and smiled.

“That sounds perfect.”