An older man quickly came to the door. He wore a baseball cap on his head, casting a shadow over his kind eyes. He was slightly out of shape, as to be expected for someone of his age. "You must be Blaine," he remarked as he opened the door to the curly haired boy.

"Yes, I am. And you must be Mr. Hummel," Blaine guessed, offering a hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"Call me Burt," he corrected, giving the younger boy's hand a firm shake. "Kurt's just upstairs, first door on your left."

"Thanks," Blaine nodded, heading up. Blaine found Kurt amoungst many cardboard boxes. "Wow, seems like you got it all done on your own."

"Oh no," Kurt argued. "We only moved here about a week ago so these are boxes that haven't been unpacked yet."

"Any idea what's in them?"

Kurt plucked a piece of paper off of his desk. "I have an inventory list."

Blaine raised a triangular eyebrow at him, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm very organized," Kurt waved off the look, checking out his list. "So, there should be a box here with some small furniture items; decorative items and the like. I'd like to bring that -" Kurt stopped talking as Blaine appeared over his shoulder, standing on his tippy-toes to see the list in Kurt's hand. "What are you doing?" he managed, his voice raising an octave.

"Trying to see the list," Blaine said casually as he "casually" grabbed Kurt's hips. "Labelled 'decorations'," he read. "I'll get right on that," he whispered into Kurt's ears, dropping his hands and falling back onto the balls of his feet. So not a mentor, he scolded himself.

Blaine quickly found the labelled box, Kurt's neat writing scrawled across it. "Found it," Blaine announced.

"Perfect. Now I've just got to look through my closet."

"Um, Kurt... You're going to be in uniform like 90% of the time..."

"And I intend to be well-dressed in that rare 10%."

So the next hour was spent filing through Kurt's plentiful closet in search of outfits that won't cause the Dalton faculty to pass out while also pleasing Kurt. Kurt was only pleased once a large pile had formulated on his bed that would take two trips to move downstairs between them both... in suitcases.

"You... I just -"

"It can't be put into words. Believe me, I've heard people try. It's an unhealthy obsession – I embrace that," Kurt said nonchalantly. "Now, let's get this into suitcases."

Once Kurt and Blaine had packed all of Kurt's clothes into suitcases (with very specific instructions from Kurt), they were on their way to Dalton. Not before a tearful goodbye though.

"Well, that's everything," Kurt announced semi-awkwardly, flopping his hands down to his sides.

Burt got up from his chair in the corner, approaching the duo standing near the door. "Well, I guess this is goodbye."

"I'll be back this weekend, Dad."

"I don't know if I'll be able to get used to not seeing you everyday, kid," Burt confessed.

This was where Kurt started to tear up. "Maybe you can get Finn to teach you to use Skype."

"What the hell is that?"

Kurt laughed. "Exactly."

"I'm gonna miss you, bud."

"Me too, Dad."

Burt took his son into a bone-crushing hug. Blaine found their relationship so beautiful. Kurt was so lucky to have a dad like that. Not everyone had that, especially gay guys. "You take care of him," Burt told Blaine, pointing a finger at him.

"Of course. I'll keep an eye on him." Kurt rolled his eyes at this.

"Good to know," Burt grunted. "I'll see ya around, kiddo."

"Bye, Dad. Love you."

"I love you too."

And with that, Kurt and Blaine were out the door.

The drive to Dalton was great fun. Just Kurt and Blaine in a car alone together for an hour and a half was bound to be (in Blaine's opinion). They sang along to every song that came on the radio when they weren't talking about Dalton and Kurt's families (biological and New Directions). Blaine could tell Kurt missed McKinley already. He also knew Glee Club was a big part of his day so he had to ask: "Are you gonna join the Warblers?"

"I don't know," Kurt answered. "Should I?"

Blaine looked offended. "With that voice? You're kidding right?"

"Didn't have to be so harsh," Kurt murmured.

"Kurt, that was a hell yes."

Kurt grinned widely. "You think I'm that good?"

"Better."

Kurt grinned even wider. "Well then, I better start planning my audition."

And with perfect timing, they pulled up to Dalton Academy. He's fixed my track record of being late. God, he really is perfect.