Kurt halted in the middle of the hallway, almost automatically. His ears pricked up and a few bars later he was certain:

Someone was singing Disney.

He knew the song at once. With all his romantic mishaps and errors in judgement, "I Won't Say I'm In Love" was practically his theme song at this point. But he had hardly expected to hear it this late at night coming from…what was that, the showers?

He wasn't even supposed to be out this late himself, but being the new kid he had been on yet another in depth tour of the school grounds and given the size of the place- e-freakin-normous!- it had taken longer then scheduled.

He had been more then a little miffed that it was Wesley, not Blaine, who had been chosen to give the tour. In fact he hadn't even seen Blaine once today-he had been too busy moving in- and it had given the entire day a bit of a sour edge.

So when he heard his favorite Hercules song drifting through the hallways of the dorm wing, he could not help but head straight for it.

"Who ya think ya fooling'? Heee's the earth and Heaven to ya,try ta keep it hidden, honey we can see right through ya…" It was coming from the showers. Kurt smiled thinking there was another boy at this school with a tendency to belt Disney in the shower.

He could hear the voice clearly now. It was wonderful to say the least- masculine while still mastering a feminine song completely- but somehow also familiar…

"Girl ya can't conceal it, we know how ya feel and who ya thiiinkin' uh-uve..woah-oh-oooooh…"

Oh. My. Gaga. Was that….

"No chance! No way! I won't say it no, no!" Could it really be Blaine?

"You swoon, you sigh, why deny it uh-oooh." Kurt practically swooned himself. His dapper serenader had a love of Disney too? There was no way.

Kurt peaked into the bathroom, not worrying so much about being heard over the singing. In the row of pristine showers, only one was in use.

"It's too cliche, I won't say I'm in looooove."

He had now way of knowing if the feet were Blains, but the voice that was coming from the stall was definitely his. Kurt didn't even have the higher brain functions to think about the fact that Blaine was only a few yards away and completely naked- he was too enthralled by the singing.

"I I thought my heart had learned its lesson

It feels so good when you start out

My head is screaming get a grip, girl

Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!"

And then, because he was tired and wasn't thinking and it was Blaine singing Disney for crying out loud...he joined in.

"You keep on denying

Who you are and how you're feelin'

Baby, we're not buyin'

Hon, we saw ya hit the ceilin'

Face it like a grown-up

When ya gonna own up

That ya got, got, got it ba-aaaaaad!"

The singing halted instantly, and there was a second of silence where Kurt was completely certain he would die of embarrassment right there. But before he could, Blaine stuck his head out from behind the shower curtain, loose curls dripping adorably around his face, and said,

"Kurt? Is that you?" Oh god. Kill me know.

"Uh, yeah. How'd you know?" Blaine's eyes found Kurt's, and he broke into a huge grin.

"I'm in the Warblers. If someone at our school had a voice like that I'd know. Speaking of, why didn't you tell me you were a countertenor?" Kurt blushed. The way Blaine said it made it sound like a rare marvel rather then something he had been picked on all his life for.

"You never asked." And then he blushed even harder because his brain had taken this moment to remember that Blaine was- did I mention?- a few yards away and completely naked!

The older boy must have noticed. "Uh, I...just give me a second." He muttered, with a look of amusement.

Kurt nodded and turned away to give him some privacy.

"I'm sorry I uh...disturbed you." Kurt called over his shoulder. Blaine laughed again. Was the boy always this happy? Apparently the rules he had grown accustomed to at McKinley (you survived high school by being either miserable, a jerk, or just plain stoned) did not apply here.

"Please, don't apologize! I'm relieved someone else knows that song. I mean the guys here are beyond great and all, but their knowledge of Disney is pretty much limited to that war song from Mulan."

Kurt smiled, but didn't say anything as Blaine stepped out of the shower, clad in a well-used, but comfortable looking robe. He kept his eyes trained on Blaine's face, willing himself not to blush. It was not easy. But he soon found himself wrapped up in Blaine's genuine smile, his sparkling eyes and adorably haphazard hair.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Damn. Now he was blushing.

"No. You're...you're fine." Perfect really. So perfect for a moment he forgot how to breathe. "I just..I can't believe you like Disney."

Blaine shrugged and headed toward the door, indicating Kurt should follow. They walked down the hallway towards- what Kurt assumed- was the the dorm wing of the school. It was nice, just walking with Blaine. Comfortable. Kurt would have been fine just to be in his company, but when Blaine spoke again a few moments later he was pleased.

"I guess...it's kind of a nostalgia thing you know? I grew up on Disney movies...they were with me for the best and the worst of times. I mean yeah, some people say they promote 'unreal expectations' for life and romance but...I never saw it like that. I saw it as more like... promoting hope. So whenever I have a bad day or just can't deal with the stress of life...they remind me. That life may be hard, but they'll always be hope. And maybe even a happy ending."

Blaine had been looking down the entire time he said this, avoiding Kurt's gaze. The words had been...shocking. He may have been crazy about Blaine but the fact still remained that they barely knew each other. Yet Blaine had clearly just disclosed something very personal. Personal...and utterly heartwarming. Because that was the exact same way Kurt felt about those beloved movies. When Kurt had been younger, back when his mother had been alive, Disney movies were all he watched. When he got sick and had to stay home from school, Kurt's mother had set him up in his parent's queen sized bed, surrounded him with pillows and blankets and popped in Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella or Aladdin. And as Kurt snuggled into his mother's armed, she would stroke his hair and sing along in her quiet, soothing voice.

When he was 10 he asked her a question:

"Mommy, does life really work like that?"

"Like what baby?" Kurt usually only stayed home when he was sick, but on this one day his mother had made an exception. She said it was because she was being selfish and just wanted to keep Kurt home to spend time with her, and that was partially true. But the fact that a bully had sent him home crying the previous day after calling him a 'stupid fairy-boy' had made the decision that much easier.

"Like...getting a happy ending. Can real people really get happy endings? Even if they don't have parents and everybody thinks they're weird?" Kurt had noticed the pattern a few months ago- characters with one, or no parents grew up to be different then other people. Usually smarter or bolder, and Kurt had always liked that, but they were still seen as strange or silly or dangerous by other people. That was something he didn't like. Didn't like, and didn't understand. Kurt's mother finally spoke.

"Well, that depends baby. Life...life is complicated. Some people don't get happy endings. But you Kurt..." She turned his face towards her own, and kissed him on the forehead. "You are an amazing little boy. And if you want it- really want it- I have no doubt, that just like all those people who were mistreated, or misunderstood, you will get the happy ending you deserve. And don't forget-" she tapped him on the nose lovingly "You have both your parents. And you will for as long as I have anything to say about it."

She died almost exactly a year later. And although Kurt never forgot her message, over the years, believing it had gotten harder and harder.

Blaine spoke again, and Kurt realized he had been silent for a long time.

"Pretty stupid huh?" He looked embarrassed, and for a moment Kurt hated himself.

"No, Blaine..." He stopped in the hallway, and turned to face the shorter boy, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's not stupid. Not stupid at all." And then they both smiled.

Kurt fell asleep that night, not with a fear of what the next day would bring or how he would handle this new environment- as he had expected- but with a sense of excitement, and oddly, comfort. Blaine had opened himself up to Kurt, trusting him. That trust, in and of itself, had made Kurt more sure of his decision to transfer then three hours of touring had- because if Blaine was willing to trust Kurt, had taken a liking to him even though they barely knew each other...it said something. Something Kurt could not quite put into words, but could certainly feel, warm and happy in his chest.

More than that, his words had resurrected a hope Kurt had thought long dead; a hope for a happy ending. And here, sleeping in a school that didn't care if he was gay or not, where getting slushied was unheard of, and the Glee club was cool- Kurt felt, for the first time, that he might actually be on his way to that happy ending.