The students had a fifteen minute break between classes, which Blaine made most use of. 'I hope he didn't notice how sorry I was. He still doesn't deserve anything from me', he thought as he paid for his medium- drip. This was Kurt's first day at Dalton, and Blaine had already made him cry.

'May I join you?' asked Wes behind him. He ordered black coffee and went to a table with Blaine.

'I'm sorry for earlier, Wes. It's just… I haven't been feeling that well'

'Yes, I've noticed. What's wrong man? You know you can talk to me! Is someone giving you a hard time?'

Kurt's face appeared in his mind. He was giving Kurt a hard time. 'I need to stay away from him' Blaine thought.

'Blaine?' asked Wes, shaking his friend by the shoulders.

'Yes, yes… Sorry Wes… again'. As the bell rang, both boys stood up. Blaine thought he had seen Kurt in here, but he dismissed the idea. 'I got to take control of my life again. He is just another boy, another beautiful unreachable boy'
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As Blaine rushed out of the class, Kurt took his time to gather his things up and think about what had happened. Being kicked by some boy who thinks he is better than anyone was something he wasn't expecting to occur at Dalton. He had fifteen minutes to clear his head before meeting Blaine again.

He replayed Blaine's words in his mind: 'I was trying to move away from you'. He couldn't come up with the exact word to sum up his feelings. Was he hurt? Angry? Disappointed?

He went to the cafeteria and asked for a non-fat mocha and a granola bar, which he knew he wouldn't be able to swallow. He felt a lump rise to his throat.

Many things were going opposite from what he wanted. He knew he couldn't join the Warblers, unless he could cope with Blaine's eyes and, apparently, also Blaine's new hobby: kicking him. The bell rang and Kurt stood up; his eyes still glassy from the tears he had been holding. And that's when he saw him. Blaine, dreamy as ever, with a cup of coffee in his hand turned around. Kurt kept looking through the window, trying not to be seen. He waited a couple more minutes; he grabbed his bag and went out of the place.

Classes ended pretty fast, at 3:30 he was free to do whatever he wanted. He hadn't made any friends, which was discouraging his future at Dalton. He went to his room and dialed his father's number.

'Hey bud!' Kurt had been longing this nickname since the moment he saw Finn and Burt driving away. 'Is everything alright? I miss you a lot, even though we saw each other this morning'

'Hi Dad, yes, everything's great. We've been apart for 5 hours and I already miss you like crazy!' Kurt's relationship with his father was the most important thing for him. Many things had happened to the both of them. First, losing someone they both loved. Then, Kurt coming out, telling Burt that he just wanted to be accepted by him. Burt's heart attack.

Everytime Kurt thought about those awful days, it sent shivers down his spine. Images came flowing into his mind, Burt plugged to a machine, he had become a shut-in; Kurt squeezing his hand and getting no answer. He was pulled out of his thoughts by his father's voice

'Hey kiddo. Are you there? I was telling you about this fashion designer who came today to the shop. Apparently his car broke down and he needed help. I told him my son was a great designer. He gave me his phone and told me that you should give him a call sometime. He seemed like a good man… You sound sad Kurt'

'Oh yes, sorry Dad, I was just… nothing. It's tough being here. I mean I prefer this than being called fag wherever I walk, but I haven't made any friends yet' he preferred telling this than 'I haven't made any friends, instead I made an enemy Yay!' That's when it hit him. He had to talk to Blaine. He wanted to be a part of this school, and this was his entry ticket.

'Don't worry Kurt! It hasn't even been a day. You are a great person, and soon everyone is going to realize that. I got to go now, Ken arrived with the new tires I ordered. I love you, son. See you this weekend?'

'Thanks dad! I got to go too, of course I'll be there for the special Friday dinner. Love you! Say hi to Carole and Finn for me'

'Done! Bye, Kurt'

He hung up; he decided he should take a shower first, so he took his dressing case, a pair of towels, and went to the bathroom.
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'Nick, hurry! We all need to shower. You don't own the place!' said a pissed Trent. Blaine, Jeff and Wes laughed.

'Trent, we are not going to run out of water. Let him relax or otherwise... join him' said David from one of the sinks. Trent blushed and looked away.

Being six guys sharing a bathroom was sort of a lucky thing. The others were shared by eight or nine of them.

The door opened, revealing a boy dressed with a pair of tracksuit pants and a Dalton t-shirt.

'Sorry, is this bathroom number five?'

Blaine didn't know were to hide. He knew that high pitched voice.

'Yes, and you are...?' asked David, who was the nearest to the door.

'This is Kurt Hummel. He is with me in Biology' said Jeff. 'And apparently, he will be sharing our bathroom with us, right Kurt?'

'Yes, I think the dressing case gave me away'

Only four boys laughed. Blaine was still trying to find a place to hide. He couldn't even think of meeting Kurt's eyes. He knew he would melt.

'Is there any free shower I can use? Sorry, I don't want to break any sort of order you have. I can shower last if you guys don't mind. Sorry'

Kurt was over-apologizing… again. 'Nobody really cares' Blaine blurted. All the boys turned around to find him standing awkwardly in the middle of the showers. He was only wearing a towel round his hips. He caught Kurt's eyes. 'Not again' he thought, as he dived into those perfect blue eyes.