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“Happy?” Kurt asked and placed the phone on the table. It wasn’t the smartest idea because when the screen lit up by an incoming call, Blaine was the first to grab the phone.

“Dad?” he smirked.

“What? Give it back,” Kurt said but Blaine answered.

“Oh, yes… Kurt, baby… so tight…” he moaned and hung up quickly.

Chapter 2

Next two days passed quickly and without any adventures. In Dalton they had much more homework than Kurt was used to so he was a bit behind and tried to catch up before the weekend, knowing that it would be difficult to do much at his aunt’s place.

Kurt still had an hour before his aunt had to come to pick him up so he found himself in an empty library with two opened books writing an essay about the World War I. He was half way through when he felt someone coming from behind. The boy quickly turned around scared of who it may be. It wasn’t what he may have been afraid of but it wasn’t pleasant either – Blaine and Wes were approaching him with cocky smirks on their faces.

“Not going home this weekend? Poor Brittany will probably miss you,” Wes said and sat down on the edge of Kurt’s table. Blaine stood up next to him.

“Could you, please, respect my personal space?” Kurt asked not looking at the boys.

“Uh, someone is bitchy today… What’s the matter? Is your family starving because of your tuition fee?” Blaine laughed.

Kurt closed the books and started packing everything. “Now if you will excuse me, I have to go,” he said and added when a teacher entered the library, “It was nice to talk to you.”

Their math teacher waved at them. “How are you, boys?”

“Good, Mr. Newlin. We were just telling Kurt his audition was successful and he is a warbler from now on,” Blaine smiled charmingly.

“That’s great! Congrats, Mr. Chalmers,” the teacher said and went to look for a book.

“What the hell?” Kurt asked, ready to leave. “I haven’t even had an audition thanks to you.”

“Whatever,” Blaine shrugged. “Monday, five p.m. I would come if I were you.”

Kurt eyed him for a second and left without another word. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. On one hand, he always loved singing; dancing was entertaining as well. On the other hand, the Warblers were ruled by Blaine, Wes, and David. His audition already showed what it would be like to be in the glee club with them. But the way Blaine told him to come made him a bit scared. Maybe he should go and see what happens.

The essay would have to wait, he decided. He was in a bad mood and it wouldn’t help him to get a high grade. Hopefully, his cousins wouldn’t be very noisy and let him work during the weekend.

<~*~>

“Kurt! Kurt! Kurt! Kurt! Kurt! Kurt!” the twins chanted. “Kuuuurt!”

“What?” Kurt snapped, having not been able to write more than two sentences in an hour.

“Nothing. Just missed your voice,” one of them, Ronald, said.

“You have a beautiful voice. You should talk to us more often, Kurtie. Otherwise we will think you don’t like us,” the other one, Robert, added.

“When did I tell you I liked you? I don’t remember,” Kurt frowned looking for some useful information in a paragraph he had been trying to read for the last five minutes.

“We know you do.”

“It’s like the sixth sense.”

“The seventh maybe…”

“Maybe the tenth…”

“We are pretty talented and ‘sensed’, you know.”

“I wish you had a talent of disappearing,” Kurt growled but did nothing to stop his cousins from closing the book. “You know, Finn, you should be on my side.”

“I have to live with them, remember? I have to be in their good books,” Finn laughed.

“That’s right. Now, let’s go have some fun.”

<~*~>

“Fuck,” Kurt cursed silently.

It was Sunday and he was desperate to finish his homework. It was a late evening already so he would need to stay up all night if he wanted to do everything.

“You wish you could,” he heard David’s voice. Apparently, the trio was sitting by the table behind his.

Kurt didn’t say anything hoping that the boys would leave him alone. In fact, his snarky comments could make them shut up but he didn’t want any problems. It was much easier to deal with them by simply ignoring the boys. Unfortunately, it didn’t work – he heard them standing up. In no time they were in front of him.

“Hey, Chalmers, do you have a phone?” Wes asked.

“I do. Why?”

“We are in the council of the Warblers so we need everyone’s contacts,” Blaine explained.

“I’m not sure if I want to be a warbler,” Kurt said and continued reading, trying to show the boys that they should leave him alone.

“How about you give us your fucking number and come to the practice tomorrow?” David whispered; it sounded more like a threat.

Kurt looked up at him. “Fine,” he said and told them the number.

Blaine tried the number to make sure Kurt didn’t lie to them. Kurt took his phone and saw a missed call from the boy.

“Happy?” Kurt asked and placed the phone on the table. It wasn’t the smartest idea because when the screen lit up by an incoming call, Blaine was the first to grab the phone.

“Dad?” he smirked.

“What? Give it back,” Kurt said but Blaine answered.

“Oh, yes… Kurt, baby… so tight…” he moaned and hung up quickly.

The trio burst into laughs while Kurt stood white in shock. His hands started shaking. No, he wouldn’t cry in front of them; not even angry tears. So he packed quickly with the guys laughing even harder.

“Give me my phone,” he demanded and was surprised when Blaine gave it back peacefully.

Kurt left as quickly as he could hoping to talk to his dad. But Burt didn’t answer. He wasn’t sure what his dad thought about the ‘conversation’. The man trusted him but the fact that his gay son was in the all boys school wasn’t helping.

Kurt tried to call again but unsuccessfully. Finally he decided to send an email to him with an explanation about some crazy friends. He hoped it would be enough.

By the time he finished the email and started thinking about starting homework again but this time in the room not the library, his phone beeped.

Unknown: Sorry.

Kurt checked the phone and found out it was the same number he had a missed call from. He quickly added the number to his contacts list.

Kurt: For what?

Blaine: Just sorry. Accept it or not.

Kurt: In that case, I won’t. Goodnight.