alwaysawarbler | "Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now."

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"Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now."

Who:

justbeingaqueen,

rockstarwarbler,

jewhawk and

justwants2dance
What: Back in the blazer
Where: Dalton Grounds
When: A week after the McKinley Junior Prom
Rating: PG-13, possible swearing

It was surreal. There was no other way to really describe it. A week ago, Kurt had been back at McKinley after transferring back there with a heart full of hope that things would be better, and now, in a weird twist of fate, he was back at Dalton, back in the blazer, lying on a Dalton crested blanket in the grounds of the private school on his stomach, arm wrapped securely around his boyfriend's belly as he gazed into his eyes. Just a few moments before, they had both been lying on their backs watching the clouds pass in the blue sky, but then Kurt had rolled over onto his stomach to kiss Blaine slowly and lethargically. Now he was just watching him, the tips of his fingers on his other hand sweeping over some fading yellowing bruising on Blaine's temple and cheek. It had been a week since the injuries occurred; injuries that should never have damn well happened.

"You're my hero, you know that?" he told him. Maybe it was cheesy, but it was true. The McKinley prom had been such a rollercoaster of emotions. Bad, very bad, worse, even more worse, amazing, beautiful, hopeful, and then terrifying. After the ballot fixing to elect Kurt Prom Queen, he had been mortified, but then Blaine stepped into catch him just when he felt like he was about to fall. If only it was the last time Blaine had to play White Knight that evening. The result was under Kurt's fingertips, and the biggest reason why Kurt Hummel again - and for good this time - washed his hands of William McKinley High School and went back to Dalton with his man. As far as he was concerned, this was how it was meant to be.

[POSTING ORDER: Kurt, Blaine, Puck, Mike]

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Blaine was still in a bit of a daze after the events of the past week. It probably had something to do with the fact he got thumped in the face and had a minor concussion for a few days, but even beyond that, it was hard to wrap his head around. He had been so apprehensive about the prom, and although he was so fucking proud of Kurt for facing what he did, it seemed his fears were well founded, unfortunately. And it was only late last night, just as Blaine was about to doze off with an early night in his solitary dorm room (his room mate had gotten expelled for smoking in the toilets a couple of weeks ago) that there was a knock at the door and he opened it to find Kurt standing there, suitcase in one hand and coathangered blazer the other telling Blaine he had transferred back to Dalton... and for good this time. He was washing his hands of McKinley's bullying and homophobia, and coming back to Dalton with its zero tolerance policy and where he could be with Blaine.

Blaine had been over the moon, and just stood there crying with a mix of happiness and embarrassment at his sappiness. But more than anything, it was relief Kurt was here and safe. After leaving the prom that night a week ago, Kurt and Blaine had stopped out in the car park to share a brief kiss near their car, only to be swooped on by a small bunch of footballers getting up in their face about being fags and not welcome. Blaine had valiantly stepped in to protect Kurt and earned a punch to the face for it and after Mr Schue had come running out to intercept the violence, their 'magical' prom night ended in the ER with a concussed Blaine needing stitches to his temple. There had been no question that Carole and Burt would allow Kurt back to Dalton. In fact, Burt had insisted after that.

And now here they were, and Blaine, still lying on his back with his knitted sweater balled up under his head like a pillow. He smiled at Kurt and rubbed his hand down over Kurt's back to his butt. "There was no way I was letting them hurt you anymore. Nor will I," he resolved and pulled Kurt into another long kiss that lingered... at least until a pointed clear of a throat interrupted and they broke apart to see who it was.

Puck stood, dressed in a navy blue and red blazer, tie decidedly looser than standard uniform, and mohawk freshly shaven off. He wasn't in the best of moods after the whole head shaving ordeal, but still... Getting to be in school with his newfound BFF, Blaine, was going to help, at least a little bit.

He smirked, arms crossed over his chest as he nudged Mike. "Well, what have we here? Seems to me these two dudes look real familiar to me, but I just can't place 'em." His smirk turned to an amused grin as he playfully nudged Blaine's foot with his own. "They told me Blaine Anderson was gonna be my roomie, so I figured I should meet him before I move all my shit into his room. One of you Blaine Anderson?"

His grin only widening, he lapsed out of his "I don't know this guy" attitude, and reached out for Blaine's hand to help him up. "Dude! I'm your fuckin' roomie!"

Edited 2011-11-25 17:32 (UTC)

Mike had been running up behind Puck as he tried to reading through the extremely glossy Dalton brochures that read a lot like travel brochures inviting them to a new amazing world. The map on the inside of the cover was awesome, and Mike was still sure this had to be an offshoot of Hogwarts on some level. It was brilliant, even if everyone looked the same in the blazers, it was way cool putting one on. It made you feel awesome and important.

They had been wandering aimless through the halls looking for Blaine and Kurt when they had bumped into Nick bounding the spiral staircase. He was in a hurry to meet someone, but he told them both that Kurt and Blaine were going out to the grounds for their break. That was how Puck and Mike knew where to find them... and it wasn't surprising to find them snogging. In all honesty, though, it was just a relief to see Blaine's face healing and seeing them both looking content after the mess of prom. "God fucking help you, dude," Mike said to Blaine with a smirk. "I've got some dude called Ethan on the third floor. What's he like?"

Blaine had scrambled up onto his elbows, and was now squinting in the sunlight to get a better look at the two familiar guys standing near the edge of his blanket. He blinked, not really processing what the hell was going on here, and then glanced at Kurt to see if he did, but Kurt was just staring at Mike and Puck with his mouth hanging open, having rolled back onto his side. Puck and Mike were standing there in Dalton blazers and matching Kurt and Blaine... no wait. Not just blazers, the whole uniform.

He went to say something, but no words came out at first and floundered like a fish out of water for a few moments, mouth opening and closing without any sort of words forming and exiting his lips. "Y-You what... he what... I'm what...?" he finally squeaked, shocked. Were they really saying what he thought they were saying?!

It was true, Kurt was just sort of gaping at Puck and Blaine standing there looking downright weird in Dalton uniforms. It was only until Blaine spoke - or tried to speak - though, and the he not-so-discreetly put his hand over Blaine's mouth because his attempts at stringing a sentence together was total fail. It was totally adorable, but Kurt needed to try and think without getting distracted. But a first point of order was needed here...

"They're letting you and Blaine share a room?!" he cried. Nothing good could come from that, right? Puck and Blaine had hit it off as good friends, somehow, some way that Kurt would never really understood, but they got into mischief together and now this could only be asking for trouble. "Are you seriously telling us you guys have transferred here?! To Dalton?! But... but, why?"

The amused smirk returned, and Puck watched as Blaine fumbled for words, only to be followed by Kurt, who was having no trouble saying what he needed to say.

"Yeah!" Puck exclaimed with excitement, even as he ran his hand over head head and felt a moment of sadness for the loss of his mohawk. Giving Mike a grin, Puck turned his gaze back to Kurt. "Well... Mike's here cuz he wants to go here. I'm here because... Well... Um... Let's just say it beats the hell out of juvie, an I don't think anybody here's gonna rip my nipple ring out."

Mike gave Puck a small shove in the arm. "Dude, it's just hair. You didn't shave the Dead Sea Scrolls off your head. It'll grow back. It looks better like this." But he turned back to look down at Kurt and Blaine, flashing them a grin. "Surprise? My dad's been trying to get me to Dalton for ages, and after what happened at prom, it seemed like a good enough time to considering it. Especially when you wanted to come back, Kurt. I figured it must be okay. Puck just wanted to come because he was going to miss me so badly," he joked, smirking.

But he had to laugh at the looks of Kurt and Blaine's faces. "Come on. It's not so bad here, right? I swear, we won't make a habit of interrupting you guys making out, but we wanted to tell you straight away." He hitched his bag over his shoulder. "Seriously, though. This Ethan dude. He's not going to suffocate me in my sleep with one of of my pillows, is he? I've never stayed in a dorm before."

"N-No," Blaine stammered, still shocked in the ass to see Puck and Mike standing there with Dalton uniforms. Wow, had the dynamic suddenly changed. He wasn't surprised when Kurt made the choice to come back, not really, but to have some of his friends follow? It was awesome and strange all at the same time. "I mean, he's our beatboxing Warbler. Tall dude, blond. He's also Dalton's quarterback, so if you guys are wanting on the football team, I wouldn't eye the QB position. He's bigger than both of you..." So, now maybe he was going to ramble instead of be at a loss for words.

He shook his head in disbelief. "Are you sure? I mean, it's a really big change from McKinley. Even Kurt was sure about it the first time..." he said, wanting to make sure they weren't going to regret the choice.

Kurt was nodding in agreement as he looked over Blaine's face while he spoke. Those bruises and the sutures on his temple. His gut still clenched looking at them. He should never have asked Blaine to prom at McKinley, even if they were closer than ever because of it now. And he did get to slow dance with his boyfriend, which was even more special. But still, seeing Blaine's face made him feel bad, but in no way regretting his choice to return to Dalton. It hadn't been part of his game plan, but now the plan had just changed, and for the better, as far as he was concerned.

"Ethan's a nice guy. I think he and Puck will get along great. They're both manwhores. Ethan's just more subtle and choosy about it," he added with a devious smirk as his arm curled around Blaine's and he rubbed affectionately at his forearm. "But Blaine's right. Are you sure you're both okay with this? It's a huge shock to the system after McKinley. The work is harder, and it's more straight-laced, but... the guys are all great, and the Warblers are fun. And no, Mike. This isn't Nightmare on Elm Street, private-school style. No one is going to suffocate you in your sleep," he added with a laugh.

With a sure smile, Puck nodded. "I'm sure, dude. I mean, I didn't really wanna leave McKinley, but... Well, it's a long story... One that might take a while, too."

"Aww, Kurt," he joked, slinging his arm around Mike's shoulders with a facial expression that was some weird, playful, mocking imitation of touched. "You know me so well, dude... Wanting me to make friends with others of my kind." He snorted, quickly losing the straight face. "You don't have to be big," Puck offered as an afterthought. "I mean, as a QB... As long as you can throw and run like a motherfucker, it's okay being small." He shrugged. "Not that I've ever had that problem anyway... Your team got a running back and a wide receiver yet?"

Mike gave a small, sheepish shrug. "Well, you never know. This place looks like it could be from a way cool movie set or something. It could be some dapper ruse for some horror movie setting, you know." He self-consciously tugged a little on his tie, making sure it was straight as he tried for a covert glance around the grounds at the rest of the students milling around. Everyone looked so neat and pristine. He didn't want to be the odd one out.

"And I'm definitely sure. McKinley's just not the same anymore. Half the teachers don't care, New Directions has just become the ultimate popularity contest about who is the best singer and deserves all the solos. I'm over it. I want to get good grades, maybe get into somewhere like Juilliard for dancing. I'll have a better chance with Dalton on my academic record. My folks have always wanted me to go to a private school. Annnnnd, after hearing about what happened at prom, they were pretty pissed, like a lot of parents. They thought it was badly chaperone..." He paused, looking at Blaine and the yellowing bruises. "How are you doing, dude? Tell us the headache's at least eased now."

Blaine stifled a small smirk, watching Mike as he clearly felt self-conscious, but trying to hide it. "I know this place seems stuffy and like we all get around with sticks up our asses and silver spoons in our mouths, but I swear, it's not like that. We're all just average teenage dudes. I mean, sure, some guys here are from wealthy backgrounds and some are snobs, but don't all school have people like that? The guys are great, you'll love them. Especially the Warblers. Boarding school is... different. It'll take you guys some getting used to, but people will help out. You jut have to ask. Hell, I can't believe you guys have transferred. It's surreal."

Mike explanation about grades and Juilliard made a lot of sense, and Blaine definitely could see that. Mike's parents were both doctors, or at least, his father was. Dalton made sense. But Puck? Blaine's eyes trailed to his best friend and he eyed him questioningly for a moment. There was more to this than met the eye. "I, um... actually, today is the first day I haven't really woken up with a headache. It was just... yeah, I could have done without it. But Kurt's been a fabulous nurse, and now we're back at the same school, so it's all good."

Wow. Puck and Mike in the Warblers? It seemed... weird. Totally weird. And Kurt was sure he needed to pinch himself to make sure this was really happening. "Are you guys just here during the week? Some students are from out of state, so they're here all the time, but Blaine and me go home on weekends. He's right though. I was always made to feel welcome here. Everyone is very helpful and very friendly."

He pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's temple and rubbed his shoulder affectionately. Blaine was diluting the whole issue. He had been in pain all week from that damn punch to the face, and he hadn't been sleeping well from nightmares flashing back to his earlier attack. He was good today, though. The Warblers had covered for him and Kurt slept in Blaine's room with him, and after some making out, they crashed out about eight pm and got a really good sleep wrapped up in Blaine's single bed together. "Yes, yes. I'll have to sacrifice my fabulous outfits for the blazer, but I'm sure I can deign myself to cope for now," he joked. He didn't regret the choice to toss McKinley once and for all. That school was probably decades off acceptance and zero tolerance. He was over it. Blaine was worth coming back.

Puck didn't even bother with his own tie, hanging tied, but loose around his neck. This place looked crazy boring, but Puck knew better from his friendship with Blaine. Anyone like Blaine couldn't have survived if it was all work and no play, that was for sure.

"Do we have to... like, wear the uniform all the time?" Puck asked. "I kept waiting for them to hand me pajamas with a blazer or something." He could feel Blaine's questioning gaze, and refused to turn to look at him. He didn't want to answer those questions just yet. He wasn't ready to tell anyone what a prick he'd been at school and how he'd ended up at Dalton.

"I want to see the dorms. Are they like in Dead Poets Society? That's such a cool movie and this place is totally like that, right? I keep waiting for Robin Williams to jump out and jump up onto a table with life affirmations to get me through puberty," Mike said with an eager grin. "Can we see the dorms, or are they only open at a certain time of day? Come on guys, fill us in!"

He hesitated for a moment and gave his hand a bit a wave, pointing at Kurt and Blaine. "I mean, if you can spare us a few moments of your time in your, uh, extremely pressing matters at hand. But I gotta ask, considering we are from McKinley... people are okay with you guys and PDA here and all? Which is way cool. You just... Kurt, you seem so much more at ease here. Other than your awesome dance at prom at the end, you guys seemed sort of scared to even stand close. When all the other couples were slow dancing, you just stood off to the side and watched." Hopefully he wasn't rousing a touchy subject. Hew as genuinely curious how accepting Dalton was and if he could easily feel at home here rather than needing to be wallpaper in a vortex of people vying for attention.

Kurt sat up properly then and stood up, brushing off his pants and then holding his hands out to Blaine to help him up too. He was smirking in amusement to himself at Mike's mixture of enthusiasm about Dalton, but also the obvious hesitancy and anxiety about the new world. "That's because McKinley is full of homophobic assholes who are just sheep and think it's cool to copy the tough guys in their hate. Neither of us wanted to fuel the fire, but it didn't matter. They were out to cause us pain, and they succeeded." Once Blaine was up beside him, he turned his boyfriend's face towards their friends and pointed to the sutures. "If only they just stuck to slurs about homos and fags. Dalton is nothing like McKinley, and this is just one of many ways. No one is judging on PDA, whether you're gay, straight or in between. It's nice to feel normal."

He preened Blaine a little, brushing his shoulder affectionately and fixing his tie. "As to the dorms, you can go there whenever you need. Need being the operative word. You have to have a reason or you'll get detention for loitering in the day. Out of class hours, it's free reign. Some classes got cancelled this afternoon because of a fumigation problem in some of the classrooms. What were you guys supposed to have?"

Blaine's just closed his eyes with a mixture of long-suffering and tiredness as Kurt turned his head. He was ready to just cut his losses on that whole thing. He knew Kurt still had friends at McKinley, but Blaine didn't care if he never went there again right now. It scared the shit out of him getting hit after the prom, just like he had been terrified of. But at least he had been able to protect Kurt and prevent the same happening to him. That's all he cared about.

He didn't even bat an eyelid when Kurt started preening him. It was just one of those Kurt things, yet another way to show him affection. "I can't believe I Have a room mate. Just when I was getting used to having the room all to myself to snuggle my boyfriend into at night for naughty business," he joked, and threw Puck a smirk. "You better not snore, dude."

Puck glanced down at his schedule. "Um... Spanish, then Chemistry, then Algebra..." he said, glancing at Kurt. "Am I lucky enough not to have class my first day?" he asked with a grin.

"Dude, if you're gonna be banging in our room, just let me know and I'll steer clear," Puck said, a smirk on his face. "Far be it from me to keep a man from getting laid." He paused briefly and added, "And I don't snore. Unless I'm really sick."

Mike dug his own schedule out of his pocket and unfolded it. "Same, but I've got Music instead of Spanish. Uh, why are they fumigating? It's not a flesh-eating virus, is it?" he asked uncertainly, looking up at the ornate buildings that were Dalton Academy.

He waited while Kurt and Blaine did their little couple things and smirked at them, but started to follow along beside them after they gathered their stuff up and began to make their way back up to the school. He couldn't help but keep glancing at Kurt and Blaine curiously as they walked. It was nice to see after the ordeal of the prom. Mike remembered feeling like his ass had dropped out of him when Finn had come to tell them Blaine had been hit in the school carpark and he was taken to the ER. It was horrible. But Dalton was a safehaven, and Kurt actually looked at ease here with his other half. Nope, Mike didn't regret his decision at all. "So, how do we get into the Warblers? Do we have to shave our eyebrows and dress up like a giant canary for a week? Is there, like, initiation or something?"

"You might still need to go to Chemistry, because labs are on the other side of the school. The rest are in the west wing classrooms, so they're probably cancelled. There's a list of cancelled classes posted in the foyer in near the staircase." Kurt paused, shooting Blaine a sappy smile and grabbing his hand to swing it back and forth happily. "The staircase where we met..." he added pointedly, gazing at his boyfriend lovingly as they walked.

At least, until he nearly tripped over a tree root, but was saved from that faux pas by Blaine quickly tugging him up against himself to he automatically side-stepped the root. "My hero," Kurt laughed and then gave Blaine a quick kiss before they started walking again. "No, no initiation, but it's a pretty rigorous audition process. You guys should pick songs that really showcase your vocals because it's how they decide where you'll fit in the harmonising."

Blaine had just been laughing fondly at Kurt's bubble of romance. It was all about the romance with him. Which is what made him pause and wave his hand a little at Puck's comment. "Uh... no... we... it's not... we're not..." he stammered. Okay, there really was no easy way to confess to a self-professed manwhore that you were still very much a virgin and naughty business between him and Kurt didn't even involve anything below the belts... yet. Instead, he just cleared his throat and glanced away, which is how he saw that Kurt was nearly about to trip over the root.

He grabbed him smoothly, pulling him flush up against him, and then just gave him a smile at the hero comment. They linked their fingers they walked once Kurt was steady on his feet again. "It is pretty rigorous, sure, but it's nothing to worry about. We're always looking for extra members. I can help you with your auditions, but it's going to be a whole new style than New Directions that you guys have to get used to. It's just us an our voices, no flashy outfits, no instruments, not a lot of dancing, even if we do a little. I mean, are you guys going to be okay with that?"

Edited 2011-12-04 00:55 (UTC)

Puck gave Mike a small smile. It was kind of hilarious if he thought about it. He'd once been a bully and tormentor of Kurt's, treating him like crap for being gay. And now, here he was, walking with his bros, and barely even taking notice of the PDA between Kurt and Blaine. As he and Blaine had developed their friendship over the time he'd been with Kurt, Puck had become pretty used to gay PDA, and it didn't even phase him anymore.

"I'm cool with that," Puck said. "I think it'd be nice to sing with a group that actually gives a shit about how they sound... and doesn't wait until the week before sectionals to make a final list of who's singing what. It's bullshit. I'm totally trying out, dude..." He paused, looking around the pretty vast expanse of the grounds. "So... Where do we find chicks?"

Mike put his hand up and scratched the back of his head. "I'm not really the best singer..." he had to offer, feeling self-conscious. "Dancing has always sort of been more my thing. In saying that, being on New Directions, I have an extreme about of experience being background noise, so will that work okay? You guys mostly just have you has lead, right? Then everyone else backs you up? I can do that," he decided with a confident nod, even if his stomach was flip-flopping nervously that he would be the only one not good enough to be a Warbler.

He looked between Kurt and Blaine for a moment, surprised at Blaine's disjointed confession. "You guys aren't doing it? Seriously? Okay, my bad for assuming you were. It's awesome you're waiting. Nothing wrong with that. I mean, I'm still a virgin too," he said with a shrug. "You guys just seem so close and perfect together. That's all."

"Well, that's the beauty about the Warblers," Kurt explained with a smile and gave Mike's arm a soft pat of reassurance. "It's not just one or two good voices trying to outshine everyone else. You work as a team, everyone has their part. Blaine does lead, but there are opportunities for other people to auditions for solos. It's all very fair. It's more subdued and refined than McKinley and New Directions, but don't let that fool you. All the guys here really are just normal guys. And you underestimate yourself, Mike. I've heard you sing. You're good."

He nibbled on his lip, blushing a little at the turn of conversation. He didn't respond at first, but wasn't this the sort of thing guys talked about in groups? Sex and stuff. He glanced hesitantly at Blaine, who seemed a little on the shy side about it too. "It's not been the right time yet," he clarified to Mike with a shrug of his own. "We don't want to just do it for the hell of it. We want it to be special. We're... taking each step at a time. You only get one first time."

Blaine was nodding enthusiastically at Kurt's explanation and gave his boyfriend's hand a squeeze. He looked between Puck and Mike and grinned. "You'll love it, I swear. The guys really are great. And we're still a show choir, we just have a different style. It's true, though. We more function as a team, as a unit, than how it seems New Directions runs. I mean, I don't know for sure. I only know what Kurt has told me, but it seems pretty intense on the whole... lack of fairness things. Your teacher seems to have favourites or something. The Warblers are run by a council. Members elected, and they make the choices. No teachers. Plus, there are three of them. So it's always a fair vote."

"But we still make out. A lot," he felt the need to clarify quickly and with a lot of emphasis. And it was really amazing, and he had been jerking off so much more since he started dating Kurt than he ever had in his whole life, but even that felt better with Kurt to think about and not just random faceless guys, or maybe occasionally Daniel Radcliffe or Orlando Bloom.

"Sounds like the right kinda place for us, then," Puck said firmly. He was seriously ready to get involved in a team that worked as just that: a team. "It'll be cool to be in a group where it's student-led, too. I get really sick of adults telling me what to do all the time. It's alot better when it's a team and we're working that way, you know?"

Yes, Puck was definitely sick of adults telling him what to do, but then again? He always had been. He fell silent for a little while, letting himself chill out. It was nice to be back with his best friend. They really hadn't gotten to spend much time together lately, what with Kurt being back at Dalton and Blaine not making random trips to Lima as often as he used to.

Puck smirked just a little. As resident manslut, he really didn't know all that much about not doing stuff. Still, if Kurt and Blaine could somehow manage not to? More power to them. With a shrug, he said, "Whatever works for you, man... And what works for me is figuring out where the chicks are. You think Mike's roommate'll share the trade secrets with a brother?"

Listening to Kurt and Blaine explain about the Warblers made a lot of sense, and Mike nodded. "It's sounds cool, and seriously, you guys look way awesome. First time we all saw you perform, we were sure you had it in the bag. No bells, no whistles, that means it's all raw talent, and that's intense in a glee comp. Does Dalton have any sort of dance program though? I never even thought to ask. What else do you guys do other than the Warblers and football?"

"So, what's your mailman?" he blatantly asking Blaine with a smirk. The guy was head over for Kurt, and vice-versa. He had to have something that was his proverbial cold shower to get through all the make-out sessions they were having. Teenage guys had no control over certain portions of the anatomy. Unless you wanted to ruin a whole heap of pants, everyone had their mailman to get them through. And then he looked at Puck with a laugh. "Dude, you get to put up with Blaine jerking off on a regular basis when Kurt here gets him all riled up."

Kurt nodded enthusiastically. "They have a drama program which has dance. They have fencing, lacrosse, soccer, baseball, boxing, many arts programs, extracurricular clubs beyond glee. It's really great, it just depends what you're looking to do."

"Mike!" he cried indignantly and shot the Asian dancer a small glare before peeking hesitantly at Blaine. Did he not like being riled up? Was the fact they didn't touch each other like that yet make him a prick-teaser? Maybe it wouldn't do any harm if they... experimented a little. He trusted Blaine implicitly and he knew he was ready for sex yet, but at the same time, Blaine was so damn hot that Kurt had a lot of his own mailman moments lately, but his mailman of choice was Azimio Adams in a g-string. "Blaine doesn't know what the mailman thing is," he finally said hastily.

Blaine was nodding to at Kurt's list. At least, until he reached the boxing part, which just caused Blaine to clear his throat softly and glance up at the school. There were maybe one or two extra-curricular activities Blaine had revealed to Kurt just yet. "And polo. I do fencing and polo... they're pretty cool. But I've done polo for years. My grandfather used to play and it was something he sort of passed on to me before he died. Dalton's pretty heavy on the arts and sports. Kurt told me McKinley is pretty focused on football and cheerleader, but we have a lot more to offer here. They're all great ways to get to know other students too. The curriculum is pretty intense, so it's nice to have stuff to balance that out."

He paused in his walking and looked between the three of them, blinking. "Mailman? Is this, like, a roleplay sort of thing, because I don't think I'm really into anything like that..." Of course, the fantasies about Kurt in tight leather might count, but he wasn't about to verbalise those.

"Boxing?" Puck asked. "That sounds awesome. Lacrosse, too. You guys have some serious sports going on here... I guess I thought Dalton would be some... Some kinda artsy-fartsy place with no sports and shit." He was just a little nervous, though. He had never been the most academic of people, and if the curriculum was that hard? Well, he wasn't sure he could hang with the big boys.

Puck shook his head at Blaine's question. "Nope... Not at all... Mailman is like..." He paused, glancing at Mike. "It's like a cold shower turn off kind of thing... It's called the mailman cuz Finn hit one once when he was learning to drive, and it's what he thinks of to... um... control shit," he said with a smirk. "I mean, I don't really need one, but most dudes do." It was a lie. A complete and utter lie. He totally needed a mailman, but nobody needed to know that.

"This place sounds totally cool" Mike enthused with a grin as he looked at the buildings as they approached in awe. "Dude, just think. If Kurt never came to spy on the Warblers, he wouldn't have met Blaine, and we'd be stuck at McKinley with the wankers forever. Blaine, are you okay, man? I've been totally worrying about you since what happened at prom. I didn't know if you wanted us to bring it up or anything, but are you doing okay? It's gotta be better now Kurt's back here with you right? I feel bad, like we should've all been there to protect you guys."

He nodded, smirking and then gave Puck a companionable shove in the arm. "Dude, don't lie. We all have a mail man. And Kurt's gonna totally lie and say he doesn't, but every dude has one."

Kurt's arm wrapped around Blaine's shoulders protectively then and he softly caressed the nape of Blaine's neck as he watched him intently for his responses to Mike's questions. "He hasn't really been okay, have you?" he murmured. He kissed Blaine's temple and then moved on to rub his back. "Come on, Mike and Puck are a couple of our closest friends, and they're obviously here at Dalton to stay. Unless, of course, Puck gets expelled for being a douche," he added with a smirk. "But it's okay to tell them how you really are, you know."

He just gave a small sniff. "Actually, I do have a mailman," he revealed lightly, but with a finality in his tone that clearly said 'And I'm never telling you what it is, bitches, so don't bother asking'. "Look who I'm dating. Of course I do."

Blaine gave a small shrug and cleared his throat in embarrassment. "It just brought back a lot of memories, that's all. Plus, it's sort of hard to deal and pretend you're okay when your head is hurting like a fucking bitch. I'll be fine. I'm glad I was there, I wouldn't change it for anything. But yeah, I'm definitely glad Kurt's back here at Dalton with me. Beyond glad."

He just listened, awed, and then did a small double-take at Kurt when he said that. Kurt had a mailman? Okay, that was really totally hot. "You do? Really?" But then he just beamed at Kurt's compliment and grinned bashfully, looking down at his shoes, clearly pleased he boyfriend found him that attractive. "I don't have one. I mean, I literally just have cold showers."

"Dude, I wanted to fuck those dudes up" Puck said angrily. He didn't reveal that he'd managed to get one of them a mouth full of dirt before Figgins had shown up and forced them to break it up. That hadn't been too long before things went to hell for him at McKinley, too. He had just been so angry and hurt about how things had gone and how not one single adult had bothered to give a fuck about Blaine when he really needed for them to.

"From what they tell me," Puck said, still clearly denying having a mailman of his own. "If you think about your mailman, it calms you down enough so you can keep making out or whatever...."

Mike looked from Blaine to Puck and then back again before glancing at Kurt to see how he was responding to the topic of conversation. It had been really full-on what went down after prom. The whole prom queen thing had been intense enough, but Kurt and totally pwned that and everything thought it was going to be okay. Boy, had they been wrong. Blaine copped the whole brunt, the homophobic bastards blaming him for Kurt being even more gay than ever. It was sick, and Mike literally felt nauseated thinking about it. "Puck, you can't risk juvie again," he pointed out quietly. "In fact, I'm pretty glad you didn't get there until after the fact, even if you lost it a bit when you saw Blaine was so hurt..."

"Not always, though," he had to add as a disclaimer. Seriously, his mailman only had about a 70% success rate these days.

"None of the students should have been out in the parking lot at that time of night without supervision anyway," Kurt stated, pressing his lips together. It was a sore point. If there had been more lighting and teacher escorts, none of those assholes would have pulled what they did in the school parking lot. He was furious how hurt Blaine managed to get and right there on the grounds of McKinley. It had been what sealed the deal with him coming back to Dalton and after seeing Blaine's face in the wake of the altercation, Burt and Carole had no protests about the request at all.

There was a small huffy snort and a shake of his head as Kurt rolled his eyes. "Is all you lot think about is sex? There is more to life, you know. Like romance. Romance is amazing. It's not all about sex. I will concede that, yes, sometimes the male body is hardly cooperative, but you're all talking like you can't even do your pants up without... without..." He waved his hand. "Instant pleasure."

Blaine just bit his lip and held his hand up. "It's okay, Puck," he mumbled quietly. Like he wanted any of his friends to land in prison or arrested because of him. Sure, at the time, he had been a mess. He coped by pretty much just shutting down to cop it, but luckily Mr Schue and Figgins arrived to break it up before Blaine got seriously hurt. Kurt's attempts to stop it had fallen on deaf ears, but it had been his screaming for help that stopped Blaine getting anything more than a concussion. He had just been terrified. When push came to shove, despite knowing boxing, it was just emotional reaction. "It was just one of those things. It's not like we're not aware that stuff can happen..." And then some.

Oh god, and now Kurt was talking about erections. Maybe not in so many words, but he was definitely implying and Blaine had to internally battle not to think about Kurt with an erection so he didn't need to bust out a mailman of his own right then and there. Yes, he had felt Kurt through his trousers when they made out. They felt each other, but Blaine hadn't seen it yet, but boy did he want to. He felt a faint heat creep into his cheeks and tried to will it away. "I guess that's why we need an avenue of, um... relief," he offered, aiming for nonchalance.

Puck abruptly shut his mouth. Blaine didn't need to know that several times over the last little while, he'd almost gone back to juvie... If he'd kept it up for another few months, he would've gotten a one-way ticket to big boy prison, too. He knew that much, but he was hoping like hell that Dalton was going to help things. It was more straightlaced than McKinley, but then again, there was zero tolerance for dickheads like the guys at McKinley who'd done this to Blaine, so he probably wouldn't find himself quite so pissed off here in general. "Yeah, I know," Puck replied. "It just..." Sucks, he was going to say, but there was really no point. The knowledge that it sucked was shared by everyone involved in this conversation, so... It hardly mattered to say it.

"Yep," Puck said with a grin. "Come on, Kurt," Puck said with a grin. "Tell us what your mailman is!"

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