"No, over there, Finn, next to the desk. Okay, now turn it a little towards me. Perfect," Kurt exclaimed. The tall lamp fit the room just as he knew it would. His stepbrother grinned at him and left the room to get more boxes. They would be rooming in the same hall and that was a relief to him. His dad and stepmom were helping pay the extra cost for him to have a single room in the dorm. His dad said his health was too unstable to risk sharing a room with someone who could get him sick. He knew he was fine, but he went along with what his dad said. Otherwise, Kurt would have been living at home and driving to classes. It was bad enough he was starting a semester later than he should have due to the surgery, there was no way he was going to attend college while living at home.

"Okay, little brother, this is it," Finn said, carrying in a box and rolling a suitcase behind him. Their friend, Puck, followed with his arms full of pillows.

"I'm pooped, Kurt, you better be springing for lunch," Puck said, plopping on Kurt's bed, laying spread eagle, swiping his hand across his wilted mohawk.

"Of course, he is, Noah," Rachel said, coming in the room. "We're going to finish getting his room settled first, so you two go hang out in Finn's room."

Puck made a face at Rachel. "Only my grandma calls me Noah. And I'm hungry now, little Jew girl."

Finn smacked Puck on the arm. "Don't talk to my girlfriend like that."

Kurt shook his head, smiling. Some things never changed. "All of you knock it off. Let's go to the café in the next building and eat now. We can finish making my room fabulous later. I'm hungry," he said. At that, they all, stood and got ready to leave. Kurt looked in the mirror and smoothed his already perfectly arranged brown hair away from his face. Grinning at his blue green eyes, he couldn't hold back his excitement at finally being here. A year ago, he didn't know if he'd be alive, much less going to college. Life was good.

They walked down as a group to the café, spunkily named The Spork. While they were eating, they heard singing in the open area outside. Grabbing their trays they walked toward the sound and sat around, listening.

"Those are Warblers, that all boys group I told you about," Rachel said to Kurt.

"All men's group, Rachel. We are in college now," Kurt said with a wink.

They sat at benches in the square between buildings and watched the twenty or so singers doing a fun rendition of "Soul Sister". Kurt was amazed. He'd heard the Warblers once before when he was touring the college. Now, all he could do was stare and hope he could join the group eventually.

The singers moved in and out of each other in straight formations, but each having a unique wiggle or bob showing how much they were enjoying what they were doing. At the end of the song, they returned to straight lines and ended with their hands crossed and heads down.

Kurt put his tray down, stood, and clapped enthusiastically along with the rest of the assembled students. Kurt even gave a hoot, wanting to show support. His hoot, however, came out a bit sharp, and very loud.

One of the singers, a dark haired guy with bright yellow pants, black polo shirt and a bowtie, looked up at him and grinned. Kurt's breath caught in his lungs and he reflexively rubbed at the center of his chest. The guy was gorgeous. His eyes were some light color that stood out against his tan skin and curly hair. Dark brows stood as he continued to smile at him with beautiful, full lips. Those lips parted and the group immediately began singing again. This time, the gorgeous singer began walking forward and began singing Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream". Was it just Kurt's overactive imagination, or was this young god singing to him?

"Is he looking at you?" Rachel whispered in his ear.

"God I hope so," Kurt muttered, not taking his eyes from the man who was nearly in front of him now. He was slightly shorter than Kurt with a head full of curly hair, which bounced with his steps as he danced around him. Kurt took a small step back and the man grinned as he sang and walked his way behind and around Kurt.

"Before you met me,

I was alright but things were kind of heavy,

you brought me to life, now every February,

you'll be my Valentine, Valentine

Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until we die

You and I will be young forever."

He pointed at Kurt as he sang, the rest of the singers joining him and circling the shocked teen. Rachel squealed and clapped along, her brown ponytail bouncing as she jumped in excitement. Kurt wasn't used to this kind of attention and stood still, his eyes wide. He didn't know why this gorgeous man had picked him to sing to, but hoped it wasn't a set up for some joke. He'd been made fun of enough at McKinley High, he didn't need it at college too. But the look on the gorgeous singers face didn't look mean, he looked ... flirty.

"Let you put your hands on me in

My skin tight jeans,

Be your teenage dream tonight..."

Kurt knew his face was bright red as the singer winked at him. As the song came to an end, the entire group was circled around Kurt and came to rest with their heads down again. The crowd around them went wild, cheering and clapping. Kurt could see Rachel, Finn, and Puck applauding and grinning at him like idiots. He looked down at his boots, when he saw a pair of black tennis shoes come up to stand in front of him.

"Did you like the song?"

Kurt looked up and found himself lost in the golden gaze of the main singer. His eyes were framed by the longest, curliest black lashes he'd ever seen. His full lips lifted in a warm smile that Kurt couldn't help but return.

"Um, yeah, it was great," he said quietly. "You guys are pretty amazing."

"Thanks. I'm Blaine, by the way," he said, offering his hand.

"Kurt," he replied, giving Blaine's hand a quick squeeze. He tried not to focus on how strong and warm it was.

"Hi, I'm Rachel and you guys sounded fantastic. We should know, we are singers too," Rachel said, bursting over and taking Blaine's hand. Finn followed slowly, shaking his head with a smile.

"Um, hi Rachel, I'm Blaine. All of you are singers?" he asked, looking at Kurt again.

"Yes, even Kurt. He has a beautiful counter tenor voice. Not as noteworthy as my own soprano, but definitely worthy of joining the Warblers," she continued, oblivious as always to Kurt's discomfort.

"Counter tenor, huh? That is something I'd love to hear. Are you interested in joining the Warblers?" Blaine asked him.

Kurt felt his face blazing again. He was going to kill Rachel. "I'm not sure," he said hesitantly.

"Rachel, give him a break, he needs to adjust to college before he starts joining things," Finn lectured his girlfriend before introducing himself to Blaine.

"You aren't used to college life yet, Kurt? It's the second semester," Blaine teased, his smile sending tingles through Kurt's body.

"I, I, um, just started," Kurt muttered, sure his face was so red his head would explode.

Blaine cocked his head, giving him a questioning look. "Ok, well, if you are interested in trying out for the Warblers, just give me a call."

Rachel reached into Kurt's pocket and pulled out his phone. "What is your number, Blaine?"

"Rachel!" Kurt cried, reaching for the phone.

She skipped away from him with a grin. Blaine recited his number and she typed it into Kurt's phone.

"I'm sending you a text now so you'll have Kurt's number, too. He's staying over in Stevens Hall. Maybe you could show him around sometime," she continued, shoving the phone back in Kurt's pocket.

"Please don't mind my girlfriend," Finn said with an apologetic smile. "This is just how she is."

Blaine grinned at him. "No problem. I don't mind. I'd love to give you a tour sometime. I'll text you," he said to Kurt. With a wink, he turned and walked away.

Kurt stared, his mouth hanging open. Through his shock he tried to not stare at how well Blaine's yellow jeans hugged his rear.

"Dude, I'm not the sharpest tack and even I know he was flirting with you," Finn said, clapping Kurt on the back.

"Kurt has a beau!" Rachel squealed.

"I think I might like college life," Kurt said, a smile pulling at his mouth.