"Oh hey! Thanks!" The Boy held out his hand, "I'm Blaine."

Kurt took his hand and shook it. "Kurt."

"So, Kurt. New here I take it? When did you start?" Blaine asked, going back to shuffling through his sheet music.

"Today, actually," Kurt said, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder. He could feel his hands getting slightly warm and his eyes widened marginally. "Actually, I should head home, already had a lot of work piled on."

"Sure, yeah, maybe I'll see ya around?"

"Yeah, maybe," Kurt said, spinning around and heading towards the door. He stopped and turned back around when Blaine called his name. "Yeah?"

"Welcome to Dalton." Blaine said, flashing a grin.

Kurt's hands felt warmer.

Kurt tossed his bag down on his floor, unbuttoned his blazer and after shrugging it off his shoulders he sent it to his closet while he crawled into bed, not bothering to take off the rest of his uniform. He held up his hands in front of his face, flipping them back and forth.

New abilities were nerve wracking. He had an unspoken rule with his dad that unless he was absolutely overwhelmed he didn't ask about what possibly may be coming. Not that his dad would be a wealth of information, but he had been married to Kurt's mom for a number of years, so he did understand some things, to an extent.

Kurt flicked his forefinger and thumb together and grinned when he saw a small spark shoot from the end of his finger. He couldn't tell if it was fire or…electricity maybe? The warmth he was feeling felt more akin to fire. He had never seen his mom manipulate fire, but then again, he didn't remember much from his youth, especially when it came to his mom using her abilities.

He flicked his fingers together again and saw a larger spark and yeah, that was definitely fire.

He looked around and found what he was looking for. A candle made its way across the room and Kurt grabbed it. "Hmm," he breathed. He flicked his fingers at the wick and nothing happened. He tried again and there was a spark, but it didn't take hold on the wick.

"Kurt!"

"In my room, Finn!" Kurt called, still flicking his fingers at the candle. He looked up when Finn opened his door. "Hey."

"Kurt you'll never guess—" Finn started and stopped when he saw what Kurt was doing. "Hey, what, holy crap! Are you… is that… ohmygod is that fire?"

Kurt laughed and continued flicking at the wick on the candle, still not successfully lighting it. "Yeah, I can't figure out how to light this though."

Finn crashed down on Kurt's bed, jostling Kurt a little. "When did this start? Kurt, dude, socool."

"I just started this," Kurt said, flicking his fingers, showing Finn the spark, "today. But I've noticed something was starting the last few weeks. My hands would just start getting warm out of nowhere." He sighed and sent the candle back to its place on his shelf, still unlit. "So, how was McKinley's first day without Kurt Hummel?"

"Eh, nothing really exciting. Tell me about Dalton!"

Kurt smiled, unable to help himself. "Finn, it's amazing. Seriously. I love it already. No one pushed the gay kid into any lockers and they don't even have a slushie machine. Also, their glee club, the Warblers? They're actually cool. Actually, more than cool. They're more like some kinda rock stars at that school."

"Awesome, man," Finn grinned. "Think you'll join them? You'd be our competition! Man, that'd kinda suck."

Kurt shrugged. "I don't know, I don't know how to get in, I did meet their lead singer, though. He seems pretty nice." Not to mention absolutely beautiful, but Kurt wasn't about to share that bit of information with Finn.

"Well, if you do join, you know we'll all support you, even if we'd have to sing against you," Finn said, patting Kurt's leg. "I should probably go call Rachel, I told her I'd call her when I got home."

"Have fun," Kurt said, waving Finn off. He eyed the candle again and decided against it. He knew better than to push himself too hard.

Kurt was heading to his French class when he saw Blaine heading towards him, talking with a couple other guys. He tried to suppress his grin but damn Blaine was so good looking that he couldn't help but smile in spite of himself. Didn't help that Blaine's face lit up when he noticed Kurt.

"Hey Kurt!" Blaine called, crossing the hallway.

"Blaine," Kurt nodded. He saw the two guys that Blaine had been talking with follow Blaine over.

"Oh, hey. These are my friends, and fellow Warblers, Wes and David. Guys, this is Kurt, he just started at Dalton." Blaine gestured at the two guys that had come over. "Where are you heading, Kurt?"

Kurt checked his watch quickly. "French III, but I'm not entirely sure where I'm going, to be honest. I got pretty lost yesterday."

"I'll walk you," Blaine shrugged. "I'm heading that way, anyway. I have Italian II next, it's in the same hallway. Guys, I'll see you at practice," he said, nodding at Wes and David. "So Kurt," Blaine started, as they headed down the hallway together, "what school did you transfer from?"

"McKinley," Kurt answered, following Blaine. "It's a, well. It's a long story. Let's just say, I like it here already."

Blaine turned and grinned at Kurt. "I know the feeling." He pointed at a classroom. "Here's your French class. If you need help getting to your next one, I can meet you afterwards, if you want?"

Kurt shrugged. "Sure, why not? Beats getting lost again."

Blaine smiled again. "See ya in an hour, then."

Blaine turned to head to his own class and Kurt took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to calm his frayed nerves. Blaine was already getting to him, and that was not in the plan. He was just so damn gorgeous. Last thing Kurt needed was to fall for the straight guy, again. Or anyone, for that matter. Luckily his hands hadn't heated up like they did the last time Blaine had smiled at him like that.

Kurt knew he'd probably regret this later. But, how on earth could he possibly have turned down a request for coffee at the Lima Bean?

From Blaine?

Blaine had asked him after walking to him to his last class, letting him know that a handful of the Warblers often met there after school and if Kurt wanted, he could join them. Of course, Kurt had said yes, because, well. It was coffee. And, it was Blaine.

He was sitting next to Blaine with Wes and David across from them, sipping on his drink, listening to Blaine, Wes, and David talk about Warbler business.

"Oh I'm sorry, Kurt," Blaine said apologetically, " this must be terribly boring for you. We'll talk about something else. We can bring this stuff up next practice. Wes just always seems to have an imaginary gavel with him."

"Oh, no, I don't mind," Kurt shrugged. "I was in Glee at McKinley, I understand." He sipped his drink again.

"Really?" Blaine asked, eyebrows raised. "What's your range?"

Kurt shifted in his chair so he could give Blaine a 'Really?' look. "You can't tell? Countertenor. I figured it was pretty obvious," he laughed.

Wes started coughing and David patted him on his back. "Are you okay, man?" Blaine asked, reaching over to rub Wes' arm.

Wes nodded, clearing his throat. "A countertenor, are you serious? I need to hear that. Shoot, we need you, just join, screw auditioning."

"Wes!" Blaine laughed, "calm down. Kurt hasn't even said anything about wanting to join us."

"Actually," Kurt started. "I was going to ask how to, but I figured that was something you guys did at the beginning of the year."

David nodded. "It usually is, but we do make exceptions. And from Wes' little example right there, it looks like he'd make an exception for a countertenor."

"You guys don't even know if I'm good! I could be terrible," Kurt said, smirking.

"So how about you sing something for us tomorrow?" Blaine asked, smiling over his coffee cup.

"Oh I guess," Kurt sighed dramatically. "If you insist."

"Oh we do, we do!" Wes exclaimed.

David rolled his eyes. "Dude, calm down."

"You'll have to excuse my friends, they're insane," Blaine said. "But, they're pretty awesome."

Kurt shrugged and rolled his eyes. He was glad his hands were behaving themselves. He was worried that being so close to Blaine for an extended period of time would cause problems but he was easily keeping himself in control. A good sign, Kurt thought. The new ability was progressing by the day.

"Oh, Carole I'll do dishes tonight," Kurt said, standing up from the table. "It's my turn, anyway."

"You should do it every night, dude, you don't even have to do anything," Finn said, pushing his chair out from the table.

"Finn!" Carole scolded. "You know that's not true. We all take turns because it's everyone's responsibility, and you know that it still takes energy for Kurt to do it, just the same."

Kurt shrugged and started sending the dishes into the kitchen. "Nah, it's okay, Carole, he's fine. Finn, I don't do it every night because your mom wants you to do chores too," he grinned. His smile faded when he saw the scowl on Finn's face. "Hey, c'mon in the kitchen and help me."

Finn followed Kurt into the kitchen and leaned up against the refrigerator. "I really don't feel like watching you mind power the dishes around tonight, Kurt," he sighed.

Kurt walked in front of Finn and rested his hands on Finn's arms. "Then we can do them the normal way, and you can tell me what is bothering you. You only get like this when something is really wrong."

Finn hung his head and sighed. "It's Rachel. She…she," he groaned. " Man, she doesn't know what she wants. I think she may have made out with Puck."

"Really?" Kurt cocked an eyebrow. "That's uh," he hummed. "That's surprising. What makes you think that?" He rubbed his hands up and down Finn's arms trying to calm him down.

"I don't know," Finn said, banging his head back against the fridge. "I can just…tell. You know what, I don't really want to think about it right now. I actually don't mind if you do the dishes your way, I'm just frustrated, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, bro."

Kurt smiled and pulled away from Finn. "I know, it's okay. How about I quick do the dishes and I can tell you about how I'm going to audition for the Warblers tomorrow?"

"That's great, dude! How'd that happen?"

Kurt told Finn about what happened at the Lima Bean. He had to consciously hold himself back from gushing about Blaine because Finn would, oblivious as the big oaf was, start making a big fuss if he knew that Kurt even had the slightest of a crush on a guy.

"Well, I know you're awesome, you know you're awesome, so you should definitely get in, bro," Finn grinned, as he watched the plates make their way into the cabinet, seemingly on their own volition.

"Yes, clearly I am awesome, thanks," Kurt laughed. "Too bad Mr. Shue never really realized my true potential." He sent the glasses into their cabinet. "We'll see if these guys do. Anyway, are you feeling better? I can smack some sense into Rachel for you if you want."

Finn's eyes widened in horror. "Kurt—you—you can't—" he sputtered.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "God, Finn. No. Not anything like that. Seriously. Are you kidding? I'd never do anything like that, you know that. Nevermind the fact that no one knows. Anyway, I meant I'd talk to her, you big oaf."

Finn visibly relaxed and shook his head. "No," he breathed. "No, I'll figure something out. You just focus on what you're going to sing for tomorrow."

"Oh," Kurt smiled and closed all the open cabinets simultaneously. "I've already got something planned."