"Uh,Wow." Kurt's mouth dropped open. He had got past the wroght iron gates and down the long treelined drive way and past the red brick facarde but the huge narble welcome room with green palm trees and select peices of odern artwork was a little more than he had expected.

"Yeah its uh impressive..."

"And not at all intimidating."

"No, not at all." Burt agreed. Then he turned and looked at his son. "Kurt, you're talented you have good marks and you work hard, you deserve to be here."

"I'm not sure about the palms but I'd have to try out several options before I would know what they should be replaced with."

"That's more like it. Though perhaps it's best not to mention that in your first interview."

"Mr. Hummel, and Master Kurt." Burt and Kurt turned around to see a thin woman with impeccably straight hair and high heels and those that type of tights that have the black seem down the back.

Kurt took a deep breath and steady himself to put on one hell of a good act.

"Hello." He said stepping forward and offering his hand. The lady (because she could not be described in any other way) took his hand firmly and shook it. His father walked over to do the
same.

"I'm Miss Stepson, I will be giving you a tour then I taking you to our admissions office for your interview. Mr. Hummel you will have to wait outside, then as I hear Kurt is going for the warbler scholarship I thought I would take you to the boys practice time whilst you Dad fills out some paperwork. So shall we get started?"

Kurt nodded.

"Yep, let's get our tour on. Can you please ignore that I just said that, I've never said anything like that in my life in fact it sounds more like e step brother..."

"It's okay Kurt, there no need to be nervous." She lowered her voice. "Want me to let you in on a secret?"

Kurt gave a small none commitment nod.

"We started looking for a counter tenor for this year at the end of the last school year but there haven't been many applicants and none with credentials as good as yours. One of the boys competitions are coming up and you're the best applicant for the Anderson scholarship we've had so far."

Kurt turned around to look at his dad who gave him a encouraging smile.

Kurt took another deep breath, time to start again. He turned to Miss Stepson and smiled.

"Okay, let me try this again. I love this building, when was it first built?"

"Good question." Miss Stepson smiled. "We are very proud of our history here at Dalton."
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Kurt smiled nervously at the administrators office. The middle aged woman had been all business listing off questions and writing down his answers. Kurt was trying to held back some kind of panic attack but this was intimidating.

"Thank you Mr. Hummel."

"It's over?" Kurt asked then realized that it might sound a little impolite.

"Yes Mr. Hummel. If you could send your father in."

Kurt nodded and walked out the oak paneled office. His Dad was sat in conversation with Miss Stepson a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Everything alright Kurt?"

"Uh.. she wants you now."

Burt's smile dropped from his face and he stood up. Kurt didn't fight the sudden urge to hug him. He wrapped his arms around and quietly whispered "She's a bulldog."

"Gotcha." Burt whispered back before straightening his tie and walking in.

"She's always like that, don't let her frighten you though. She frowns more when you're doing well, I think she would prefer a school with no students at all." Mrs. Stepson said when the door closed.

"In that case I must have done fantastically." Kurt said.

"Come on." Miss Stepson said. "Let's go see your future glee club. I'm pretty sure Blaine has something special up his sleeves he does like showing off for anybody new."

Kurt smiled.

"I actually have a friend called Blaine who likes to sing too."

"I think our Mr. Anderson lives to perform."

"What is going on?" Kurt asked as he noticed all the boys starting to rush past him.

"They're going to see the show."

"Wait, people here like the glee club?"

"Yes."

Kurt stopped walking and stared at her. She said it so simply but it seemed such a foreign idea to him.

Miss Stepson stopped and looked at him.

"Oh, that statue is a particularly fine example don't you think."

Kurt looked sideways and found himself staring at some stone balls connected to a Greek style statue of a posing man.

"Uh.. yeah." Kurt said.

He shook himself and continued following her down the marble staircase. Why was everything marble?

Their was a large crowd around the choir room (well, what Kurt presumed was the choir room) but they cleared a path when they saw Miss. Stepson and she led Kurt to the front of the crowd where he saw maybe fifteen teenage boys in slacks and blazers with red piping in formation in the middle of the room. They started humming a tune together but Kurt's mouth dropped open as he realized that the boy in the middle who had just stepped forwards was familiar to him. Very familiar, he knew that face those eyes, that body. It had taken him a moment to realize because the hair was shorter and slicked back (and Kurt was disappointed he had cut it) and of course, there were no wings which was puzzling but yes, it was Blaine.

"You think I'm pretty without any make-up on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down

Before you met me, I was alright
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my Valentine, Valentine."

Kurt stared in shock as the boy started to sing. This was why Blaine had whispered for him to go to Dalton. He wanted Kurt to be here with him. He may even have been helping Kurt to get in somehow.

"Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back."

As Kurt got over the shock of seeing his wingless partner in front of him he started to take in more about Blaine. He looked so confident and happy here with these boys. He was loving the dance he was doing, and danm was he doing it well. He was so charming Kurt found himself laughing. He knew that even with all these people around Blaine was singing just for him.

"My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets
I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece
I'm complete

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

I'm a get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight."

As the boys stopped singing and dancing there was a loud cheer. Kurt found himself clapping along wildly with everybody else.

"I thought you'd like it." Miss Stepson said. "I'll go tell Blaine your here so you two can talk for a while."

Kurt nodded and watched as she walked over to Blaine and talked to him. Blaine smiled over at him and nodded following Miss Stepson back to him.

"Hi Kurt." Blaine said holding out his hand.

Kurt smiled and took his hand.

"Hello Blaine."

Blaine looked around the room.

"Shall we go talk somewhere quieter?"

Kurt nodded. He was finally going to learn what Blaine was. He followed him through the crowded room and down a corridor barely noticing that he was even moving. Then he was finally alone with his dream boy.

"Teenage dream, very appropriate." Kurt joked as Blaine turned to him.

"Well, you can't beat Katy Perry."

"Unless it's gaga. So where do you keep your wings?"

"Sorry?" Blaine said looking confused.

"Where do you hide your wings?"

"Does that mean I sing like an angel?" Blaine said with a slight smile.

"Or a devil of course."

Blaine gave a nervous laugh and Kurt got a feeling that something was wrong.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on now? That's why you wanted me to come here right?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, basically sectionals is coming up in a few weeks and the Warblers have always been a very respected glee club, we've been going since the nineteen twenties but we haven't got to nationals in a decade. This year we've got some very strong voices but we we're looking for a counter tenor to give us that extra cutting edge. Obviously you'd have to work hard and we'd need to hear you audition probably before the scholarship grant went through."

Kurt was confused, why was Blaine telling him this and not what he really wanted? He had told Kurt he would tell him what he was. Yes Kurt needed to know about the Warblers but it was more important to him right now to finally understand the mystery of the man he had given his heart (and other things) to.

"You've heard me sing though so you must think I'm good enogth to get in otherwise why invite me?"

Blaine looked perplexed.

"Uh, do you mean you sent in a recording to the office?"

Kurt stared at Blaine, now he was getting annoyed.

"Blaine seriously what's going on the other night you told me to come to Dalton."

"You mean me personally? Kurt this is the first time I've ever meet you. I think you must be confusing me with somebody else."

Kurt stared opened mouthed. What was he playing at? And why did he sound so convincing when he said that. For an instant, just an instant, Kurt wondered if everything that had happened over the last few weeks really had been a figment of his imagination. Then he shook that feeling off and just let himself be annoyed, why did there have to be all this mystery? Why had he said he was going to leave and just after they had sex as well? This boy was not treating him right and he was going to give him a piece of his mind.

"Ah there you are, I was wondering where you had got to." Kurt turned around to see his dad coming down the hallway.

Blaine straightened up and stepped forwards.

Kurt thought Blaine had made a very lucky escape.

"You must be Mr. Hummel, Blaine Anderson. I'm sorry I borrowed your son I just wanted to see if I could persuade him to audition for us right away." Blaine turned to look at Kurt. "I know it's putting you on the spot." He smiled and put his hands together as if begging. For some reason he reminded Kurt of an eager puppy. Kurt tried to think of what to say, why was Blaine acting in this way. He could understand not wanting anybody to know his secret but they had been alone, was he that afraid of being over heard. Jeez he was going to make him pay for this embarrassment the next time he saw him.

Burt turned to look at Kurt and Kurt realized he had been silent for too long.

"What do you think Kurt?"

"Okay." Kurt answered trying to sound enthusiastic.

Blaine led them back into the choir room, it had cleared out a bit now so that the only people in there were the boys with the blazers. Blaine stopped next to a table at the front where three boys were sat, the one in the middle clutching a gavel.

"Okay, welcome Kurt. What are you going to sing for us?"

Kurt took a deep breath and quickly ran through a number of songs he knew by heart.

"Being alive."

"Being alive, interesting. You have the floor."

Kurt nodded and walked to the middle. He looked around at all the eyes staring expectantly at him. His father sat looking uncomfortable in the big arm chair. He was singing for a chance to come to this school, he was being judged. But amid all those strangers were honey chocolate colored eyes and a familiar smile. He closed his eyes and imagined that he was in his room with Blaine, just the two of them. Then he started to sing.

"Someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to sit in your chair
And ruin your sleep
And make you aware
of being alive
Someone to need you too much
Someone to know you too well
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell
And give you support for being alive
- being alive
Make me alive,
make me confused
Mock me with praise,let me be used
Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive.
Somebody hold me too close
Somebody force me to care
Somebody make me come through
I'll alway's be there
As frightened as you of being alive
Being alive, being alive
Someone you have to let in
Someone whose feelings you spare
Someone who, like it or not
Will want you to share a little, a lot of being alive
Make me alive, make me confused
Mock me with praise, let me be used
Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive
Somebody crowd me with love
Somebody force me to care
Somebody let me come through I'll always be there
As frightened as you to help us survive
Being alive, being alive,
Being alive, being alive."

Kurt finished and looked around. There was polite applause and smiles. It was not like when he sung at McKinley, there was no enthusiasm no jokes. Had he sung it wrong? No. He had been perfect.

Blaine took a step forwards.

"What do you say guys, have we got a new warbler?"

"Curb your enthusiasm Blaine." The Asian boy with the gavel said. "It's time to put it to the vote. If you would mind waiting outside Kurt, Mr. Hummel."

They went outside Kurt was practically shaking. He wanted to get in, Blaine was here, this was where they could be together and yes it was a little intimidating and yes he would miss his friends at McKinley but here he had Blaine and he knew he would be looked after even if he was being a bit of a dick at the moment.

"You were brilliant Kurt." His dad said. "They're not going to be able to turn you down after that."

Kurt nodded. Burt sat down next to him.

"Hey what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just, I know I'll miss the guys at McKinley."

"I know you will but you need to be safe Kurt."

"And I'd have to wear a uniform. Where's the individuality?"

Burt smiled.

"Look Kurt I know that clothes are important to you but if that's the only bed thing yo can come up with about this school then I'd say deal with it. You don't need fashion to be an individual, it's just who you are. You're brave enogth to not follow the crowd. You show your individuality in everything you do."

Kurt smiled.

"That's better now.." Burt was cut off by the choir room door opening and Blaine walking out looking serious.

Kurt stood up. Then Blaine cracked a smile.

"It was unanimous. Kurt Hummel we would like to invite you to join the Warblers."

"I'd like to accept."

"So what does that mean with Kurt's chances of getting in?"

"Well, I will go to the office and say that we have decided he is the perfect candidate for the scholarship and somebody will call you tomorrow to get things sorted out."

"So you think we'll hear the final decision tomorrow?"

"Yes. And I think there are lots of reasons to be hopeful."

Burt smiled over at Kurt.

"I'm proud of you son. Let's get out of this place and find something to eat."

Kurt smiled.

"I guess I'll be seeing you later then?" Kurt said looking at Blaine.

"Yes, thanks for auditioning Kurt. We really can't wait to have you with us."

Kurt nodded and turned away from Blaine wanting to run over and kiss him and hold him and ask him if everything was alright between the two of them but knowing he had to play the game that Blaine had started. After all, there must be some reason for it, right?