"A friend?" Jeff asked with an arched brow. "Nick, a friend doesn't pick up pamphlets about suicide and study them for the side effects before handing them over." Jeff stated calmly, trying to figure out how the heck Nick had formed that conclusion.

Shit! "Wasn't there a class that was talking about this a few weeks ago?" he asked quickly. He turned away from the blond to walk towards the sink, washing out the bloody rag so he wouldn't have to look at him while he tried to come up with more excuses.

"Not that I remember." Jeff replied, watching Nick closely. "Nick, we got to do something." he said softly, walking up behind Nick and wrapping his arms around him. "What if he really is thinking about this?"

"I'm sure he's not." Nick argued, still trying to come up with something.

"Nick, he had the papers and everything! You can't be serious." Jeff stated, pulling back from Nick and crossing his arms. "Unless you know something I don't?"

Shit. Shit, SHIT. What was he going to say now? He knew he couldn't tell Jeff right now with everything else going on. Nick took a huge breath before letting the last thing he ever wanted to tell Jeff slip from his mouth. "I asked him to get them for me." he whispered, looking down to the floor.

It seemed like Jeff's whole world stopped the moment those words left his boyfriends mouth. "What?" he whispered.

"I…it was just research, Jeff." Nick said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It wasn't like I was actually going to, you know…do it." he muttered, surprised when he was suddenly pulled against the others strong chest.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Jeff exclaimed, holding the shorter warbler tight. "Are you insane?" he asked, getting more panicked as the seconds ticked on.

"Jeff! Calm down!" Nick said, trying to push away from the strong arms holding him. "I told you it was just research, its for a paper for Ms. Greensworth!" he explained quickly. Slowly he felt the arms around him loosen and he sighed as a bit of air returned to his lungs.

"Paper?" Jeff asked, pulling back slightly to look into Nick's face. "She's making you write a paper about suicide…?" he asked, his tone implying he really didn't think he believed it.

"Yeah, well no." Nick replied, resting his hands upon the blonds chest. "We could pick any topic we wanted, remember?" he asked, smiling slightly. "You picked to write about Bigfoot."

"But you said you were going to write about the caste system in India." Jeff pointed out. "What on earth made you want to write about suicide, baby?"

Nick bit his bottom lip for a moment. "I don't know, I heard some other boys joking about it last week in class, so I thought maybe I could write a paper explaining how horrible it was." he lied. Jeff was really buying this?

"Oh…well why did you get Kurt to pick up the papers?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as he reached up to brush the bangs from Nick's bright green eyes.

Jeff wasn't making going to make this too easy then. "Because you know how the consular here hates me. I can't just stroll in and ask for them without her jumping to conclusions and calling my foster parents." Nick replied after a moment of thought.

"Why didn't you just ask me to do it?" Jeff asked, pressing his lips to Nick's forehead. He didn't know what to do. Did he believe Nick? Somewhat. Was he worried? Hell yes.

"Well, you would of freaked out, kind of like you did just now." Nick responded, closing his eyes as Jeff's lips found his. He felt a guilty feeling beginning to gnaw at his stomach but he ignored it.

"That topic is just horrible." Jeff finally murmured before holding Nick close again. He began to think back to when he wasn't with Nick. There had been a few times he had went to do other things without him so it was possible he could of asked Kurt then.

"Well, I think anything other than Bigfoot is better." Nick pointed out, smiling as a small snort of laughter left the blond.

"Whatever, Bigfoot is awesome, your just jealous because I thought to write about him first." Jeff shot back, grinning. He looked down into Nick's eyes again, making the decision that he would watch the shorter warbler even closer from now on. He couldn't loose Nick, he was his whole world all wrapped up in a cute, short package. Even if the papers and pamphlets were only for the paper, it still worried him. Nick hadn't lied to him in almost two years, and he hoped the old habit wasn't popping up again. Slowly he squeezed Nick again, propping his chin on top of the other's head. "I love you, so much Nick." he whispered softly, closing his eyes as he felt a pair of lips press against his neck.

"I love you more." Nick whispered back, mind racing as he thought of Kurt. Was the junior really thinking of it?

"David, I just can't."

"Mercedes, all I'm doing is asking why Kurt transferred." David said in a frustrated tone. He was currently laying on his bed and staring up at the ceiling as he talked to his girlfriend.

"I told you David, it's not fair to Kurt!"

"Why do I get the feeling that its some big nasty secret?" David asked, reaching up and rubbing his left temple, trying to fight off the on-coming headache.

"David, can we please just drop it?"

"Mercedes, baby, why can't you tell me?" David questioned, closing his eyes as he heard the other sigh on the other side of the phone.

"Its…I just can't."

David could hear the stress in her voice and he frowned, hating the fact that he was the one causing it. "We've been dating for two years, I don't understand how you can't trust me."

"Its not like that David!"

"Then why can't you tell me?" David asked, knowing that his girlfriend was about to crack. Normally he wouldn't be pushing so much, but with the way she had reacted to the question made him curious.

"Okay! But you can't tell anyone! Not even Wes!"

"Promise." David replied, grinning happily.

As Mercedes explained the grin fell along with his heart. He didn't want to believe what he was hearing, but Mercedes would never lie about such a thing. He had stood up at some point and now was pacing around his room. Soon silence met his ear and he took a deep breath. "How could no one even notice?" he whispered.

"He…never talked, not really."

"No one noticed him acting weird?" David asked with an arched brow. He couldn't believe that no one ever noticed anything slightly wrong with Kurt. The way the junior had reacted the first night of Dalton stood out in his mind now.

"Well, he always acted weird so no one really paid attention to him."

"How do you even know this Mercedes, I thought you weren't really friends with him?" he asked, recalling Kurt's statement from yesterday.

"We weren't, not until Finn found…Not until everything was found out. The whole glee club started to hang out with him, or tried to. He doesn't like people but I guess I can't blame him…no one ever really helped him out."

"So the guy…he's locked up right?" David asked quietly.

"Yeah, but Kurt's dad wouldn't let him go back to McKinley."

"Well I don't blame him." David said, running his hand down his face. "Anything else about him I should know?"

"Not that I know of, besides the fact that his mom died when he was around eight from some kind of cancer."

David frowned. How bad did Kurt have it? "Oh…well you know, he's been talking to us a little."

"Really?" Mercedes asked, sounding surprised and excited at the same time somehow.

"Yeah." David said, smiling slightly and glancing at the clock on his wall. "I've got to go babe, dinner." he admitted, walking over to the other side of his room to slip into his shoes.

"Promise me David, you can't tell anyone."

"Sweetheart, I promise." David said as he walked out of his room.

"Okay, well I'll let you go. I love you."

"I love you, too." David said before flipping his phone shut. "Well hell." he muttered as he walked outside. What was he going to do now? He couldn't tell Wes, well he couldn't outright tell him. He would have to figure out some way to get him in the know. Should he tell Blaine though? The other prefect seemed so enthralled and enchanted by Kurt, but what if the junior never returned the feelings? Sighing he rubbed the back of his neck as he walked into the dining hall. Things would just have to play out for a while before he would know what to do.

Blaine decided that Kurt had to be the most beautiful thing that walked the earth. The way the corners of the junior's mouth would twitch up into the little smiles he gave made his heart flutter. When he tilted his head in thought when he was asked a question caused his stomach to tighten. The delicate way he held the fork in his hand and the way he pushed the little cherry tomato's through his lips made his foot tap against the ground as a surge of heat washed through him.

"Nervous about classes tomorrow, Kurt?" David asked, causing Blaine's attention to drift to him for a moment.

"Just a little." Kurt said softly, pushing the rest of his salad around his plate.

"I'm sure they'll love you." Wes said before going back to the papers he was going through.

Blaine watched as Kurt smiled slightly at the encouragement, noting the faint blush that formed on the high cheekbones. He reached over and rested his hand on top of the one Kurt had laying on his crossed legs under the table. "Who couldn't love you?"

Kurt tensed slightly at the touch but then relaxed when Blaine spoke. He turned his head toward the senior, watching the others face. A lot of people. You would probably hate me too if you knew what happened. "Thank you." he whispered, smiling shyly before turning back to his food. He felt the other hand on his squeeze slightly before pulling away, leaving him with an empty feeling.

"You know I was thinking we could all go get coffee tomorrow?" David said before taking another bite of his pizza.

"Oh that little place around the corner?" Jeff asked excitedly. He smiled to Nick when the other leaned against him.

"That sounds good to me." Wes mumbled, flipping through a few more pages.

"Would you like to come, Kurt?" Blaine asked hopefully.

Kurt was surprised when he was invited. They actually wanted to be seen with him outside of school. "Oh…" he began, not sure how to answer.

Nick watched Kurt closely before speaking up. "It'll be our treat for surviving your first day of Dalton."

"I would love too, but I don't have a car so I can't really…" Kurt said, trailing off. He wished now more than ever his father hadn't taken his navigator away.

"Hey, I could give you a lift, no big deal." Blaine said excitedly. "So what do you say?"

Kurt glanced at Blaine, smiling as the other placed his hand on top of his head. How could he say no to those hazel eyes? "O-Okay." he said, jumping slightly when Jeff cheered loudly, causing Nick to sigh.

"You'll love it there Kurt, they have all kinds of stuff." Jeff said happily, stuffing another chicken nugget into his mouth.

"Maybe we can head to the mall afterwards?" David asked. "I need to pick up an anniversary gift." he admitted sheepishly.

"Cutting it close aren't you?" Wes asked, actually looking up from his papers with an arched brow.

"Well, its not like I have the time to go with all the warbler meetings." David replied with a roll of his eyes. Wes only scoffed in return before returning to his papers once again.

Kurt really wanted to know what the heck the warblers were. He had heard them mention it a few times before this too. He looked back to his food when David, Nick, Jeff, and even Blaine began to stare at him again. They had been doing it throughout the whole meal, were they finally seeing that he wasn't as interesting as they thought he was?

"Are you finished, Kurt?" Blaine asked, smiling warmly when the countertenor's head snapped up at him. He had noticed Kurt playing with his food for the past five to ten minutes.

"Oh, yeah I guess so." Kurt mumbled, placing his fork on his tray.

"Would you like to walk back to the dorm building with me?" Blaine asked hopefully.

Kurt felt his cheeks heat at the thought before he nodded. "Sure." he said, standing and reaching for his tray. Blaine beat him to it and piled it on top of his. He gave Blaine a confused look.

"I got it!" Blaine called out brightly. The rest of the warblers at the table rolled their eyes at the cheesiness of it all, offering apologetic smiles to Kurt who seemed lost on how to react.

"We'll see you tomorrow since we'll be showing you to your classes in the morning." Nick said with a smile.

"Yeah, we probably have a few together too." Jeff said with a wave of his hand.

"Night, Kurt." Wes called out.

"See you tomorrow." David replied before attacking his pizza again.

Kurt followed Blaine to the trashcans then outside. He smiled when the wind blew across his face, jumping at the warm hand that grabbed his own. He glanced at Blaine who had a big smile etched into his face.

"You're going to love it here, Kurt." Blaine said as he began to lead them towards their building.

It was quiet the rest of the walk. Kurt was surprised when Blaine didn't pull his hand away, even in front of other people. Wasn't he scared what people would think? Slowly he tilted his hand down to look at their linked hands like he had earlier that day. It was so warm and gentle while it held his. Soon enough they were at Kurt's door, something Blaine regretted.

"You know Kurt, I actually have Rent the movie, so you know…if you wanted to come over and watch it to-"

Kurt jumped as his phone began to scream and pulled it from his pocket. He bit his bottom lip as his dad's name scrolled across the screen. "I…I have to take this." he whispered to Blaine.

Blaine smiled at Kurt before dropping his hand. "Its cool, there's always next weekend." he said with a shrug. He looked down the hall then back to Kurt. "I'll see you tomorrow." he stated before turning on his heel towards his own room.

Kurt watched him go before sighing and pulling out his card. Once he was in his room with his door pulled shut behind him, he answered his phone. Had Blaine just invited him to watch a movie with him? The prefect wanted to spend more time with him? Why was his stomach fluttering at the thought?