Kurt had scowled him for it the whole drive back to Dalton. Inside though, he was absolutely delighted. The bag was gorgeous, and he did need a new one for school. It was no cheap bag, and Kurt felt awful having Travis buy it for him. "It's perfectly okay, Doll," the dark hair boy tried to tell him. "See my parents make sure my bank account is plenty full. I think it's their way of saying sorry we are never around. I don't use the money much, but when I do it is always replaced within the week. I guess it's a good thing, in case of emergencies or something, but I can't help but feel weird about the situation."

Kurt looked at Travis after his short speech and opened his mouth to ask a question. But he thought better of it, and averted his eyes back to the road. "What were you going to say?" Travis asked, he never missed anything. He was far too observant for Kurt. Travis would have Kurt pegged in no time at all. He would know everything there was to know about Kurt. That couldn't be a bad thing though, could it?

Kurt thought a moment before saying, "I am so sorry if this is too nosy or personal. You don't have to answer. But I was going to ask why your parents aren't around," Kurt looked at Travis out of the corner of his eye, awaiting his reaction.

Travis swept a few strands of hair from his eyes before smiling at Kurt, "Not too personal at all. My parents own multiple restaurants. Most of them are four and even five star restaurants in Europe. They travel around a lot, finding new places to open up more or just checking out the older ones. They are both amazing cooks and expected me to go into the family business. That didn't happen."

"Why? Don't you love food?" Kurt remembered there conversation while they were eating lunch. Travis had a high metabolism, he could eat anything and not gain an ounce. Which was a good thing for him, because he loved to eat. Kurt silently cursed him as he ate his salad while Travis chowed down on all the greasy food he could get his hands on.

"I do. But there is a problem," Travis paused for a moment and Kurt turned his eyes toward him. Travis lowered his voice, almost to a whisper, "I can't cook." Travis let out a hearty laugh, his bright blue eyes sparkling. Kurt joined in with him for a moment before pulling up to Dalton Academy.

"That's okay," Kurt said as they got out of the SUV. "Because I can cook for you."

"You cook?" Travis eyes widened for a bit.

"Yes, I do." Travis clapped happily at this and Kurt grinned. He acts like a small child sometimes, he thought.

Right then, Wes and David burst out the door of the South house and ran up to them. "Trav! What's wrong? We got your text that said urgent meet me outside!" Wes exclaimed, worry written all over his face. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, what happened?

"It's okay. I just need your help to unload all the stuff we bought for Kurt's room," Travis grinned at the two boys, whose mouths were open in shock.

"That's urgent? You are ridiculous! This is unbelievable!" David yelled at Travis, who just laughed in return. "Don't you dare laugh at me!" Kurt broke out into laughter at this point as well. If looks could kill, Kurt would've been dead. David gave him the coldest glare anyone could muster. Of course, this didn't help the situation as Travis just laughed even harder. "I don't see why Blaine wanted you in South! You are just as bad as Travis!"

Kurt stopped laughing instantly, "Blaine wanted me here?"

Wes stepped in, "You were all he could talk about for weeks. Kurt is so down to earth. Kurt is awesome. You should hear his singing voice. Blah Blah Blah." Kurt's heart stopped for a moment. Blaine really talked about him that much? A huge smile broke out on his face as he grabbed a few bags from the SUV and walked up the steps to South. Blaine wanted him here, Kurt felt like he was floating down the hall. He didn't notice his observant friend behind him, smiling like an idiot. Plans were rolling around in Travis' head, he could tell Kurt had a huge crush on Blaine.

That night, Blaine invited Kurt over to his room to have a nice conversation. They hadn't been able to talk much since Kurt arrived. A knock was heard at Blaine's door and he rushed over to open it, Kurt stood there smiling at him. Blaine looked gorgeous as always, Kurt thought. His ocean eyes connected with Blaine's beautiful hazel ones. Kurt blushed slightly, just having that eye connection turned him into a puddle of goo. Kurt was way too deep in this, but he didn't know a way out. At this moment, he didn't even care.

"Come in," Blaine said softly. Kurt just nodded and walked in. Blaine's room was the same size as the others. Both sides of the room were decorated. Which was a little odd considering Blaine roomed alone. He was right though, Blaine had a killer stereo. It was massive and it sat in the unoccupied room, where the bed should be. A small stage lay out in front of it with a microphone.

"You have a stage?" Kurt stared in awe.

Blaine nodded happily, "I like to perform, all the time." Kurt chuckled slightly, this was the truest statement in the world. Blaine sang all the time.

Kurt looked over to Blaine's side of the room. The walls were a dark navy color and next to the bed in the corner of the room was a mini hammock made out of cloth. Kurt squealed in delight, making Blaine jump. "Oh my. You have a freaking hammock! I love hammocks!" Kurt all but ran over to it, Blaine laughed at the sight.

"I'm glad you like it. It's my favorite place to study at," Blaine said, walking over to it as well. "You can sit in it if you want."

"Oh my gosh. Yes! Thank you!" Kurt launched himself in it and lay down happily. He pushed off the wall with his foot, creating a pleasant swinging motion. Kurt closed his eyes and breathed heavily. He was completely relaxed. He could lay here forever. There was something about swinging that made Kurt content. It didn't matter if it was a hammock or an actual swing. "I used to have a hammock when I was younger," Kurt finally muttered as Blaine sat himself on the bed, just watching the other boy. "My mom used to lay with me on it. We would just lay there for hours, sometimes we would read or just nap. I miss that."

"I'm sorry," Blaine said, frowning at Kurt.

"It's alright," Kurt replied opening his eyes. He saw Blaine just sitting there, watching him. Kurt gently patted the spot next to him on the hammock. "Come here. Lay with me."

"No, no. It's okay. It was you and your moms thing." Blaine politely declined the offer.

"I know. But it's okay, I want you to. Come here." Kurt said a little more forcefully this time.

"Fine," Blaine muttered and stood up walking to Kurt. Blaine sat down on it gently next to Kuer before swinging his legs over, on it as well. He lay his head next to Kurt's. Kurt smiled happily and thought to himself, if only I could wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his chest. If only. Blaine smiled back at the boy and made Kurt's heart flutter. He could look at that smile all day.

"How is it rooming with Travis? Isn't he gorgeous?" Kurt's thoughts were shattered into a million pieces as his heart sank. His face fell briefly, before he regained his composure.

"He's great. We have become great friends already. He's definitely not unattractive, but just between you and me, I've seen better." I'm looking at it, Kurt added in his head.

"Well I'm glad you two are getting along," Blaine said with a soft smile. "But I doubt there is better out there. He could be a supermodel."

"Yeah, me too," Kurt ignored that last part and just rolled his eyes. Blaine usually wasn't one to be caught up so much in looks, or so Kurt thought. And Kurt thought wrong apparently, Blaine practically drooling over Travis every time he saw him. Kurt sighed loudly and became desperate to change the topic, "Hey, do you think I will make it into the Warblers?"

"Why are you even asking me that?" Blaine asked, with fake shock on his face. He rolled on his side, moving much closer to Kurt, and propped his curl-covered head up on one of his elbows. "You have a beautiful voice. Of course you are going to make it. I talked to the Council earlier today and I set up an audition for you on Wednesday after school at the beginning of Warbler practice." Kurt started to panic. He would have to audition in front of all the Warblers. They were amazing, what if they didn't appreciate his voice? Kurt knew he was awesome, but the Warblers style was not like his own at all. They also didn't seem to value individuality like the New Directions did.

Kurt could feel Blaine's breathe on his face, it sent a shiver down his spine and he gulped staring into those beautiful dark eyes. It would be so easy to just stretch out his neck and capture those soft pink lips with his. He wanted to feel the other boy's tongue with his and share breaths. Kurt wanted to make Blaine moan under his kiss and fiercely grab that head full of curls and just never let go. He wanted to feel Blaine's fingertips brushing over every inch of his body. Kurt wanted that, and much much more.

Blaine's fingers snapped in front of his face and Kurt jumped back into reality. "Um, Kurt? Did you hear me? Come back to Earth."

Kurt shook his head slightly and chuckled, "Sorry Blaine. I must have been daydreaming. Didn't get much sleep because of someone blaring music at eight this morning." Kurt rolled his eyes, annoyed at the memory.

Blaine laughed, "Yeah, you better get used to getting randomly awakened."

"I've heard," Kurt snapped. "Why do you guys have to do such stupid things? Can't you just let me sleep in peace?"

"Not going to happen," Blaine laughed even harder at Kurt's bitch face. "You know though, you should plan something to wake everyone up tomorrow. You will be instantly accepted by everyone if you can pull it off."

Kurt thought about this for a moment. Kurt wasn't good at pulling anything remotely prank-like off. First off, he wasn't sneaky enough. Secondly, he didn't have the brain of Noah Puckerman to even think of a plan. "You really think I can pull something like that off? Me? Kurt Hummel?"

Blaine just nodded and smiled, "Of course you can."

"You don't know me very well, do you?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine.

Blaine faked shock again, "How dare you say that! Of course I know you!" Blaine jumped off from the hammock suddenly. Kurt was not expecting the weight to be shifted so soon and the hammock started to tilt Kurt's direction. Before Kurt had the chance to stop it, Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him up. He pulled with a little too much effort, as Kurt ended up standing inches from Blaine's face. Kurt breathed heavily from the fear of almost falling and being this close to Blaine.

For a moment it seemed at the world stood still. Kurt studied Blaine's face, his eyes flickered down to Kurt's lips for a second and Kurt swore he saw Blaine lean in a little before shaking his head and stepping back a few steps. Kurt sighed in disappointment. "I'm sorry," Blaine muttered quietly. He sat back down on his bed.

"It's alright," Kurt replied softly. "You saved me from falling." Kurt smiled up at Blaine who just hummed happily. "Now what were you saying about you knowing me?" Kurt raised his eyebrow again at the shorter boy as he walked over to the bed and sat down next to him.

Blaine got up and reeled back into his speech, "I know you! I know that your name is Kurt Elizabeth Hummel." Kurt blushed slightly, he didn't expect Blaine to remember his middle name. "I know that your voice is fucking amazing." Kurt had never blushed so hard in his life. Mostly because of the compliment but there was a part of him that found Blaine swearing incredibly sexy. "And I know that you are going to come up with the most badass plan to ruin everyone's beauty sleep. That's a shame though, because a lot of people here could use it." Blaine laughed at his own joke.

Kurt laughed along with him for a minute before realizing something, "Badass? Blaine, have you been texting Puckerman again?" The two had hit it off when Kurt had introduced Blaine to the New Directions when they first met. It was an odd friendship and Kurt wasn't sure if he approved. Noah was sure to convert Blaine into some criminal or worse.

Blaine bit his lip sheepishly, "Um.. no. Not at all."

"Let me see your phone then," Kurt snapped at the horrible liar.

"No!" Blaine yelled, his hand instinctively going to his front pocket of his jeans to make sure Kurt couldn't steal his phone.

Kurt groaned, "Fine. But if Noah makes you into a criminal or sex shark don't come crying to me. I warned you." It wasn't that Kurt didn't like Puck. He actually considered him a really good friend. It was Puck's idea in the first place to have Kurt check out Dalton. Puck had changed too, he didn't bully anyone anymore and he had a great time in Glee club.

"I'm sure I will be fine," Blaine replied and then grinned at Kurt. "So, do you have a plan yet?"

"I do, actually." Kurt had been thinking about it. He knew what he was going to do. It was going to be brilliant.

"What is it?" Blaine asked excitedly.

"Why would I tell you? All I can say is, you better watch out tomorrow morning Anderson." Kurt smirked and with that, he left Blaine's room and ran into his own. He needed Travis' help if he was going to pull this off.

The next morning Kurt awoke to a scream that echoed throughout the dorms. One by one he heard the other boys in South yell as they woke up. Kurt looked over at Travis who was sitting on his bead and smirked. Mission accomplished.