Kurt kept asking himself why this guy had sung to him that particular song. He just couldn't forget how mean his gaze was. He didn't even know his name! 'I'm sure he's a homophobe' he thought, as he walked through the Dalton halls trying to find his room. Luckily, he didn't have to share it with anyone, so if he wanted to just lay in his bed and cry, no one would care. So he did.

He put his iPod on the iHome and went through his playlists until he found the one he was looking for labeled 'For depressing moments'. He pressed play and huddled in his red and blue blanket.

He didn't worry about missing class because, as most of the kids were saying in the halls, classes were canceled until lunchtime whenever the Warblers performed. He still couldn't believe how important this Glee club was to the whole school, whereas in McKinley nobody really cared. Except that time when they performed Toxic and everybody went crazy. He remembered Jacob Ben Israel being pulled of the gym, unconscious. He grinned at the memory of performing with his friends, how excited his best friends looked. He took his iPhone and dialed Rachel's number.

'KURT! Oh my god! Where are you? Finn told me you decided to transfer! I'm so mad at you right now, why didn't you tell me? I've been dying without you here. Everyone at Glee club asked for you and I didn't know what to tell them. Oh Kurt, I hope you are not mad at me for telling Carole and Burt about Karofsky, if I had only known that it would lead to your leaving I would've —'

'Rach, can you PLEASE stop talking? It's my first day at Dalton and I just—'

'Wait, you transferred to Dalton? Finn told me you were going to a fancy school in some place called Eastervilleve. I now understand everything. He meant Westerville right? My brother goes there.'

All the puzzle pieces fell into place. That boy was Blaine Anderson-Berry. Rachel's brother. He remembered a younger version of the boy. 'Was he ten or eleven?' he thought as Rachel kept talking about how cool was that her brother and best friend were attending to the same school.

'Kurt? Kurt, are you there?'

'Yes, sorry. Yeah, that's great Rach. I've got to go'

'But you just called me! I want to know more about everything there! Are people treating you nicely? 'Cause you know that 'Cedes and I could go and kidnap you. Have you met Blaine already? I remember you were very close when we were little. I talk about you at home, but he doesn't seem to remember you. He's a boy, what can I tell you? Anyway, why did you call me? Shouldn't you be in class? I bet you missed my angelical voice'

'Did you ever notice how much you talk Rachel? Well I haven't really met anyone yet, especially not Bl- your brother. No need to kidnap me, Barbra! I really have to go now, my first class starts in twenty minutes and I can't be late. I'll keep in touch, I promise! I'll be home for the weekend, so maybe we could have a girls' night, 'Cedes, you and me'

'I don't talk THAT much. Okay, Kurtsie. Talk to you soon! Good luck on your first day! Finn says hi. Love you!'

And she hung up. Kurt was still trying to gather all the information in his head when he remembered a younger version of himself running away from Blaine. He found it hard to remember what Blaine had told him to make him leave like that. 'What did I do? He can't still be mad at me for something that happened like six years ago. Did something happen? I used to have a crush on Blaine. His hazel-honey eyes and his curly black hair…' Kurt sighed at this thought. He thought he would find peace at Dalton, but apparently things were going to be rough.
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'This would be an excellent number for Sectionals, Blaine' said David. Blaine was out of this world. He was still thinking about Kurt's flight. How hurt his eyes looked. 'What have I done?' he thought. 'Well he deserved it, for being so beautiful and so hateful at the same time'

'What are you talking about Blaine? Who is beautiful and hateful?' asked Wes, who was standing next to David, still gavel in hand.

'Nothing, sorry, just a new song I'm working on' he answered quickly. 'I never lose control… ever' he reassured himself, turning round to find Jeff, Nick and Trent dancing. He excused himself as he went to his room. 'Wait Blaine, we still have to—' Nick's voice was cut by the sound of the door shutting.

He sat in his bed and took out a notebook. He drew a line, dividing the page in halves. On the right-top he wrote 'Pros' and in the left-top he wrote 'Cons'. This always helped him analyze situations and people.

'Well, let's start with Pros. Kurt is really beautiful, I used to have a crush on him, I dreamt about his perfect blue-eyes saying those amazing—Blaine, focus! Now, Cons. He is Kurt Hummel, Rachel's BFF, straight, he ran away from me when I told him I was gay' He ripped the page. He was so mad, so confused. The past was playing with him. Couldn't he let go? 'Maybe he has a girlfriend. Rachel never mentioned him being with someone, although she once told me a story about Kurt making out with a Cheerio to prove something to his father. He's got a weird sense of fashion. I mean, he dresses… not so masculine, though those white tight jeans he wore on that photo Rach showed me would never fit so well to any girl in the whole world. Stop it Blaine!' he was a mess. A complete mess. He hated liking Kurt, because he knew that deep inside Kurt didn't like Blaine at all, or at least until he told him he liked boys rather than girls. 'He's not a homophobe' he wrote on the Pros' column 'That's for sure! because if he were, Rachel wouldn't be his friend'.

Blaine kept the sheet of paper in his hand, tightly. He knew he had to go to Biology in about five minutes but he couldn't stand up. Maybe he'd find Kurt in a hall or at the cafeteria or worse, in class. 'I won't make a fool of myself. If I see him and he keeps on walking I'll do the same. If he talks to me I'll just nod. I never lose control… ever' this phrase seemed to give Blaine a sense of security as he stood and arranged his uniform. He folded the page and kept it in his night stand drawer. He took a deep breath and opened the door only to find that next to him someone else was closing a door. Those blue eyes that tormented him in his sleep found him.
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Kurt's first day at Dalton was going opposite from what he thought it would go. It was already hard to be the new kid, trying to make friends. now he seemed to have someone there who hated him. And this someone was standing beside him. 'This is so awkward' Kurt thought as he dived in those hazel-honey eyes, which seem to be darker than what he remembered.

'Ehm… we… are neighbors' said Blaine, who seemed to be struggling to find the right words to say.

'It seems so, yes' answered Kurt harshly, recalling how hard Blaine's voice sounded when he told him about the Warbler's impromptu performance.

Kurt was fighting with himself. 'Turn around Kurt, and keep on walking. Just keep on walking - No Kurt, tell him. Ask him what is wrong. Tell him you know who he is, tell him you remember his eyes, and his voice, his hair'

Blaine seemed uncomfortable with the situation. 'I know who you are' the shorter boy said, emphasizing the fourth word. Kurt was relieved that Blaine had started talking, but suddenly he was taken aback by how full of hate the 'you' had been said.

'I also know who you are' replied Kurt, in a low volume. He was about to repeat the same, thinking Blaine hadn't heard when he saw a change in his gestures. 'Is he smiling?' Kurt was confused.

Blaine looked again into Kurt's eyes, turned around and walked down the hall, never turning his back to glance at the startled boy standing awkwardly in the middle of the dorms.