Even though I go to Dalton now, I still don’t have many gay friends. You’d probably expect the school to be filled with gay guys right? Yeah… not the case, if anything it seems that there aren’t as many gay guys as there should be, what with all the homophobia in Ohio, but I suppose there aren’t many people who can afford Dalton’s tuitions. We don’t have scholarship programs, at least none that I’m aware of, if I did know of any I would have told Kurt right away to get him away from McKinley, and then the entire kiss wouldn’t of happened. Damnit Dalton Academy, why do you have to have such high standards!

Walking through the halls with Kurt was a bit weird, to be completely honest, but thrilling non-the less to know that soon enough we’d both be blazer clad walking down these halls. I can only hope to have classes with Kurt, but seeing as almost all of my classes are AP, I’m not sure I will. Then again I don’t know much about him academics wise. I’m taking 2 language classes, though really I only need one. Italian and French, both being AP but I’m not doing so well in French, Italian is amazing though I’m almost fluent for gods sake. “Really? I’m fluent in French, well… almost. McKinley’s French classes were sorta lacking, but I managed to learn the language on my own mostly.” Jesus fuck, he probably sounds incredible in that accent.

I had pretty much explained everything about Dalton at this point, the classes, the teachers, the Warblers, the dorm situations. We ended up back in my dorm room sitting on my bed cross-legged and facing each other. I knew we’d have plenty of time for getting to know each other when he moved in next Monday, but I still felt compelled to ask. “Tell me everything about you, Kurt Hummel”. He seemed shocked at the request, but he complied.

”Well, I’m Kurt Hummel clearly. Junior in high school, gay fashionista and avid Vogue reader. I live with my father, stepmother and stepbrother. My mom died when I was eight and I miss her a lot still. I know it’s been eight years since she died, but the hurt is still there. Hmm, what else. Oh, my best friends name is Mercedes she’s in New Directions and is a fellow diva. I have big Broadway dreams, and plan on moving to New York City, after I graduate of course. My father means the world to me, he had a heart attack earlier this year, and it’s going to be hard to leave him. But I know he’s got Carol to look after him. Now, tell me about you Blaine Anderson, the only things I know is that you’re gay and a Warbler. That and you’re kind of my savior.”

Wow, a lot to process in one go. But hey, I asked for it didn’t I? He just keeps getting more and more incredible. With every conversation we have I find myself falling for him a little more. It helps that we have so much in common as well. I happen to have a hidden stash of Vogue under my bed right now… The other Warblers tend to make fun of me if they ever see me reading it. I guess I don’t exactly act very gay around them; Kurt brings out the real me. I don’t have to act like the dapper robot that Dalton turns me into, yet another reason to love the boy.
Wait… love? I’m not seriously thinking that I’m in love with him am I? I barely know him, at least right now I don’t. From what I do know, it seems plausible to be in love with him, or at least it seems that I could fall in love with him. Him transferring will just be the icing on the cake, right now it seems like I just have an incredible obsession with the boy. “I should probably get going, it’s quite the drive back and my dad will be worried” No… don’t leave yet Kurt. “You could always just stay the night” Whoa what? Where in the fuck did that shit come from, I wasn’t even thinking about that being an option, damn me and my word vomit.

”That actually sounds like a good idea, I’ll call my dad and let him know”

Well fuck; now I’m screwed. Kurt’s going to be ten feet away from me all night, how am I ever going to fall asleep. Whelp, I guess I’m pulling an all-nighter, it’s Friday though so it shouldn’t mess my sleep schedule up to badly. I’ll have to get used to him being this close soon, and why does he have to look so cute when he blushes? This boy will honestly be the death of me. “Blaine… do you have any spare clothes I can sleep in? And a toothbrush?” Well thank the lord that I’m prepared for that at least. Just thinking of Kurt in my clothes is arousing, stupid teenage hormones. Constantly arising when I don’t need them around. Sweat pants and a Dalton t-shirt will have to do for now, but even in that he looks adorable.

We stayed up and talked in our pajamas until about midnight, when Kurt began to yawn. I grabbed him a spare sheet and blanket and offered him one of my 4 pillows, why I felt the need to sleep with so many I’ll honestly never understand. I crawled into bed and snuggled into the covers waiting patiently for sleep to take over. Eventually I must have fallen asleep because at around 4am I woke up to the sound of whimpering, I looked over to Kurt’s bed(I like the sound of that) and saw him wriggling around in the sheets.

I padded over to his bed and found him asleep but seemingly in the midst of a nightmare, I shook him slightly until he awoke and stared up at me wide-eyed. “Oh Blaine, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot about the nightmares. They don’t happen to often, but it’s always the same one.” Tears were freely falling down Kurt’s face now as I climbed into the bed beside him and put my hand on his arm. He leaned into the touch and continued “Karofsky didn’t stop after I pushed him away and he-he…” He trailed off and began to weep louder. I put my arm around his waist and pulled him into me, wrapping my arms around him and whispering words of calming to him. He calmed after about ten minutes and looked up at me.

”Blaine I’m so sorry for that, I-I thought maybe because I was here and you’d be in the room with me, that I’d be fine. I guess I was wrong. You can go back to your bed now. I should be okay.”

I stood up and made my way over to my bed, but not to go back to sleep, only to grab more of my pillows and walk back to Kurt. I threw them down on the bed and told him to lay down. I crawled into the bed beside him and pulled him into me again. “Is this alright?” I asked hesitantly. “Yes, Yes of course it’s alright.” I was glad he wasn’t frightened to have someone hold him this way after what happened, the nightmares themselves made me want to just claim this as our bed for the rest of the year, I knew he wouldn’t always need me to sleep with him, but I rather enjoyed having someone this close to me.

After a few minutes I heard his breathing even out, and I turned my head down and kissed the top of his head. He sighed in his sleep and if that wasn’t the cutest thing I’ve ever heard I’m not sure what is. I felt myself coming closer and closer to falling asleep, but before sleep took over. I quietly sang the words “you make me, feel like I’m living a teenage dream” into his ear.