I woke up early the next morning and laid in my bed with a smile of my face. I couldn’t believe last night had actually happened.
I had originally been all prepared for going back to Dalton and watching a chick flick such as ‘Mean Girls’ to make me feel better after telling Blaine I liked him more than just a friend.
'Mean Girls’ was the one I could always watch to cheer me up. Tina Fey was a legend in it and it had so many memorable quotes. I could practically quote the film.
I still couldn’t believe I didn’t have to resort to my movies. Martin had shown me that I could be loved and appreciated by someone other than my friends and family.
I slowly got out of bed and headed to my bathroom to have a shower and of course to do my moisturising routine. An hour later, I was dressed and was looking at my reflection in the mirror and managed to smile, ready for the day ahead. It was strange to compare this morning to previous mornings of my life where I would be dreading the day.
I would have been feeling similar if Valentine’s Day had just ended with Blaine’s rejection instead of meeting Martin.
I was really looking forward to my coffee date with him at six o’clock.
I picked up my bag and headed down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible as it was still just after six in the morning. It felt too early to eat so I decided to grab some fruit at Dalton before my first lesson of the day. I reached the bottom of the stairs without making a sound and smiled to myself.
I glanced around and was shocked to see my father sitting on the sofa watching the news drinking a cup of tea.
Dad turned his head in my direction and he looked as startled as I was to see me standing there.

“Kurt!” Dad put down his cup on a coaster on the small coffee table next to the sofa, showing he had actually listened to me, and stood up and pulled me into a tight hug. I instantly hugged him back as I had missed him.

“What are you doing here? I thought you stayed at Dalton during the week?”
I smiled at Dad, “I was at Breadsticks last night doing a performance for Valentine’s Day with the Warblers. We sang ‘Silly Love Songs’ by the brilliant Paul McCartney. I stayed here instead of driving for two hours when I was already tired. When I came home everyone was already fast sleep.
Oh by the way, how’s Finn? I heard he was sick.”

“Finn will be okay. He has mono from kissing too many girls. He thought he was being clever by trying to raise money for the Glee Club by opening a kissing booth. He was the only one who couldn’t see he was being an idiot,” Dad chuckled at this. “It’s shame kiddo. I wish Carole and I didn’t decide to have an early night last night as I would have seen you a bit more.
Maybe I’m being silly but I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages. I miss you Kurt.”

My heart clenched at my Dad’s words and I quickly blinked a couple of times to avoid any tears forming.

“I miss you too Dad,” I smiled at him, “I’ll be home tomorrow night for our traditional Friday Night Dinner. How about I help out at the shop this weekend and we can have a catch up?”

Dad beamed at me and chuckled, “That’d be great Kurt. How about on Sunday instead we go out, just the two of us? Start off with breakfast but we’ll be back for Carole’s delicious roast?

“Sounds great Dad. I’d better be off as I have a two hour car journey to look forward to. I’ll see you tomorrow night. I love you.”

“I love you too. Have a safe drive kiddo.” Dad pulled me in for another hug. After a moment he pulled away and looked down at me, “Kurt I was just thinking. Right before my heart attack...when we had the argument about Friday nights...I told you I was disappointed in you. Kurt son, you have to know that I have never been disappointed in you.
I am so proud of you and always will be. You inspire me Kurt and I love you.”

I immediately pulled Dad back into the hug and clung onto him. I could actually feel myself welling up. “Thank you Dad. Just...thank you. I love you too Dad. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

We stood hugging for a moment until we reluctantly pulled away.

I headed towards the door but turned back at the last minute, “Oh yeah can you say hi to Carole and Finn for me?”

Dad laughed and nodded to signify he would. I waved to him as I opened the door and stepped out into the cold February air, pulling my scarf tighter around my neck. The door shut behind me as I made my way to my Navigator. I put my bag in the back and got into the driver’s seat. As soon as I put the key in and started the engine, Lady Gaga’s ‘Pokerface’ started blaring out.
I put the car into gear and started the long drive to Dalton Academy, singing along to the words of an amazing song by one of my idols.
The drive always flew by when I was focused on the songs playing and singing along. I actually had gone far enough to burn several CDs for my journeys to and from Dalton involving one dedicated to Lady Gaga, one for musicals, one for songs sung by New Directions since I had joined the club and left the club and a few others.
The first song on the New Directions CD was of course ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ ‘.
I stopped at a traffic light and quickly switched over onto my musicals CD. I smiled contentedly when the opening of ‘Rose’s Turn’ came on.
My mind was brought back to my moment in the auditorium last year when I was trying to find myself. My version fitted how my life seemed to be going now: ‘Everything’s coming up Kurt!’
I pulled into the Dalton car park and parked in my usual space. Thanks to the privilege of being part of the Warblers, we were all allocated a good parking space and none of the other students were allowed to park there. I turned off the engine and checked myself out in the mirror to ensure my hair was perfect.
Of course it was; bitch please I’m Kurt Hummel.
I grabbed my bag and got out, locking the doors as I did. I quickly made my way to the dining hall to have some breakfast before my first lesson that day.
I glanced at my watch and saw it was only just after eight o’clock so I had just under an hour to enjoy some breakfast.
I walked into the dining hall and my feet automatically headed towards the Warblers’ table. Boys called out greetings and smiled as I passed them.

When I was nearing my table, Nick just happened to glance up and see me walking towards my fellow show choir’s table, “Guys! Kurt is here!”

I felt my face flush as all of the Warblers turned to look me. The way Nick was yelling, his voice could probably have been heard a mile away. Nick stood up and bellowed, “Blaine! Get your ass over here now! Kurt is here! Kurt Hummel is here!”
I suddenly heard the sound of a quick pace of footsteps coming towards me and I turned around to have a pair of arms thrown around me and I was pulled against a chest.

“Kurt I’m so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to forget you. I can’t believe I left you at Breadsticks without a ride. I just got caught up in the performance and I just wasn’t thinking. Kurt I’m so so so sorry! You’re my best friend and I can’t stand to think that you might be mad at me. I’m so sorry.”

I pulled back from Blaine’s embrace and put my hands on his shoulders, “Blaine you listen to me. I’m not mad at you. I’m not gonna lie, I was at first but I’m over it and I’ve forgiven you. We’re all good.”

Blaine sighed in relief and placed his head on my shoulder, “Thank you Kurt. I’m so glad you’ve forgiven me and that we’re good. Hey, sit down here and I’ll run and get us both a bowl of fruit salad. Don’t worry I know which ones you like best and I promise not to add too much banana to yours.”

Before I could respond Blaine had run off towards the kitchen area where a buffet always appeared him morning. I sat down in a seat next to Nick, leaving a space on my right for Blaine to sit down.

“Kurt we’re sorry as well for not reminding Blaine that he was meant to be giving you a lift as well,” Wes informed me. “He was freaking out when he realised that he had left his best friend. He was texting and calling and was so worried about. He kept pacing the room and refused to sit down.
Blaine was also worried that maybe you were mad at him and would tell him you didn’t want to be friends at all anymore.”

“Thanks for that Wes,” Blaine said, drawing attention to him as he placed our fruit bowls in front of us. “He did make a point though. How come you didn’t reply or ring me back? Were you too mad?”

“I was generally busy,” I replied. I didn’t want to tell them about Martin straight away. “I didn’t see my phone until right before sleep and I was too tired otherwise.”

David looked at me for a long moment, “Hang on Kurt, how did you get home? I know your friend Mercedes mentioned that your brother Finn was ill and so was some girl called Quinn. Sorry but I got all the details about your friends. Did your Dad or step Mum?”

“Oh no they were asleep when I got in,” I answered, before realising I was giving too much information away. By what I was saying, the Warblers would never stop until they had got information and hopefully they would finally be satisfied.

“Did you get a lift home from that boy you were talking to?”

I froze at Jeff’s words. Everyone else had turned to gape at Jeff, who continued to look at me. I didn’t know what else to do and just wanted this all to be over, so I simply nodded. Everyone turned to look at me with surprised faces; Blaine’s the most surprised of all. Nick nudged Jeff, “What else did you see Jeff?”
Jeff glanced at me before speaking, “Nick went out to the car while I quickly popped to the toilet. I came out and had a glance around. I was the last Warbler there and most of New Directions had left; except the guy in the wheelchair and the blonde dancer cheerleader. I spotted Kurt sitting in a booth with a blonde haired guy; the waiter having taken their order.
They had ordered dinner as the waitress was just leaving them holding two menus. I saw Kurt and the blonde haired guy talking and laughed then the blonde guy took hold of Kurt’s hand and.”

Wes and David gasped at this point in the tale while I blushed furiously. I started to wish that I had simply chosen to have breakfast at home meaning I would have arrived at Dalton just in time for my first lesson which was French. I would have been content at home instead of being at Dalton and feeling embarrassed.

Trent leaned in, causing all the others to follow suit, and smiled at me, “ So Kurt? You gonna spill and tell us all about your mystery man?”

I closed my mouth and tightened my lips together, making the other Warblers laugh. Nick started trying to tickle me to get a reaction out of me. I just kept refusing. Not wanting to tell them anything. The ten minute warning bell went off, letting boys have the opportunity to get their books and bags from their dorms.
Majority of the Warblers cleared off, telling me that they would find out and that they’d see me later in practice.
It was only Blaine, Nick, David and I left.
I continued eating my fruit salad while secretly listening to Nick and David discuss the identity of the blonde haired man I was with at Breadsticks last night and gave me a lift home. Blaine didn’t say anything.
He just finished his bowl then got up and left, murmuring goodbye.
I saw Nick and David exchange a look but I didn’t pay attention as all the Warblers had been doing that all morning. I picked up Blaine and my bowls and put them on the trolley. I went to pick up my bag when I felt a vibration coming from my blazer pocket. I quickly grabbed my iPhone and unlocked it. I had one new message from Martin.
My face flushed when I read this; butterflies filling my stomach.

From Martin 08:57
Good Morning Beautiful ;) Hope you slept well. I was scared this morning I’d wake up and the amazing Kurt Hummel would have been just a dream. Praising the heavens knowing that you do exist and I was lucky enough to kiss you last night. Can’t wait til see you at 6 :) I’ll meet you at the Lima Bean. What type of coffee do you like? Have a great day at school. Martin xx

I was practically gushing as I read this text. I was completely grateful Nick and David weren’t actually paying attention to me at that very moment and were working on weird conspiracies about the mysterious blonde haired man. The only flaw of the text that Martin asking me about coffee reminded me about Blaine
but I still had to get used to one hundred per cent platonic friendship after my huge crush on him.
My fingers started typing furiously in a chance to reply to Martin before I had to go quickly to French.

From Kurt 08:59
Good morning to you too ;) I did thank you and I hope you did too. Aww you poor thing! I feel exactly like that as well! I can’t wait to see you either. I drink a Grande Non-Fat Mocha :) best coffee of all time. How about you? I apologise in advance for you having to put up seeing me in the Dalton uniform again. Can’t get rid of it :P You too :) Kurt xx
I put my phone back in my pocket, grabbed my bag and quickly walked to French class. I greeted Mademoiselle Chaillou in my fluent French and I sat down. I followed along with the rest of the class and answered a lot of the questions. I always had loved the French language. The teacher set an exercise in the textbook that I could have easily done blindfolded.
I pulled out my phone underneath the table.

From Martin 09.06
Mmm sounds nice. I’m a Latte sort of guy but have nothing against other coffees. I think you look incredible in the Dalton ;) I bet you secretly love it. I’ll let you get on with your lessons then you won’t be distracted later by anything else when you’re with me ;) Martin xx

I put my phone away and hid my smile by biting my lip. Martin truly was something.

* * * * * * * * *

I strolled into the seniors’ Common Room humming to myself. The school day had flown by so I only had Warbler practice left then I was free to go on my date. Before going to the practice I quickly visited to the bathroom to ensure my hair looked like tidy and my skin looked okay. In the Common Room, it was completely empty except for Blaine who was sitting there.
I glanced at my best friend and noticed he looked troubled. I immediately made my way over to him.

“Blaine?” I stood in front of my best friend, waving my head in front of his face. Blaine’s eyes came out of their daze and he smiled sheepishly at me. “Is everything okay?”

Blaine nodded and I sat down next to him. I must have been early to rehearsal as no one else was arriving. I opened my mouth to ask Blaine but he started talking before me. “Did you mean what you said yesterday?”

“Huh?” I knew perfectly what he was implying but I didn’t want to embarrass myself in case the oblivious Blaine actually was talking about something else I’d said.

Blaine sighed, “You told me you liked me yesterday and now you’re going on dates with some guy. It just...just doesn’t connect.”

I just gaped at Blaine, “Blaine you said you didn’t like me like that and the date wasn’t planned. He asked me out last night after the performance and I said yes. Where’s the harm in that? It’ll be easier for our friendship if you don’t have to worry about how you’re acting around me and if we feel differently for one another.”

We sat in silence for a few moments.

“I...I’m sorry Kurt...I just...I don’t want us to change.” Blaine slouched down on the sofa. “You’re my best friend and I just hope you dating someone won’t change that.”

I quietly chuckled and took Blaine’s hand in my own, “Blaine of course it won’t! You’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you either. Martin’s not my boyfriend so who knows what will happen?”

Unfortunately for me, as I said the last sentence, a large number of Warblers poured into the room. Nick heard me and jumped up and down, “His name is Martin! His name is Martin, he is tall, he has blonde hair! Go Kurt!”

Several of the Warblers all laughed at this. I glanced at Blaine out of the corner of my eyes. He was still sitting slouched looking a bit defeated. I gave him hand another squeeze. I was still really excited about my date with Martin but I would always have time for my friends; especially Blaine as he meant the world to me.