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Another crack of lightning had Kurt let out a strangled, "eep!" jumping for his spot on the couch. Every light was on in the house, sound leaking out of each room in a sad attempt to drown out the sound of pounding rain, begging to be let in, and the roar of thunder, bellowing obscenities in a language unbeknownst to man. The curtains were draw, and Kurt had been focusing intently on the television, watching models strut down the runway in recycled garbage- literally, because that was the challenge they were given and you know how Tim is- before a bright red background lit the screen, letting off an eerie glow. "WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST

It was a Friday. But, it wasn't just any Friday. Oh no, this Friday was special. It was a normal Friday for everybody else, except for one Kurt Hummel. For Kurt Hummel, this Friday meant life or death for him in his new school – Dalton Academy. He knew it was risky, but he couldn't help it – he had to settle this once and for all. He walked through the halls with purpose, face stony and hands clutching a portable speaker unit. The last of the day-students were making their exit off of school grounds, and a couple of borders were still straggling behind, talking and laughing – a couple even greeted Kurt, but he ignored the

Walking back to Quincey House was nerve-wracking, to say in the least. Kurt was almost to the point of hyperventilating, cursing the wind that was ruffling his hair and cursing that goddamned people who thought it'd be a good idea to wear uniforms. They were drab, unflattering, and he needed to stand out in moments like these, not conform! When class had let out, it was a rush of bodies and rustling papers, David and Wes casually barring the brunette's way to Blaine with conversation and posed figures. The hallway was about as perfect an opportunity to find him as a needle in a haystack would have been. "Kurt?" Of course, only Kurt would be

"My dearest King..." Kurt honestly didn't realize his voice could come out like that. All low and practically purring. He was pleased to see Blaine's eyes darken with appreciation. In the background, he heard Wes and David his in disapproval, calling him a cheater. How was he cheating? David sat in Blaine's lap for Gods's sake! "I think it's strange, that you wouldn't choose me again right away." The brunette trailed around Blaine, letting a hand glide across his shoulders. Blaine shivered in response, goosebumps forming on the back of his neck, the exposed skin in which Kurt had touched. The junior allowed a smile to worm its way onto his

"Alright!" Professor Reinstein clapped his hands, a smile on his face that meant trouble. History was a class that was… boring, in all honesty. In Kurt's opinion, why focus on the past? It's the present we needed to think about! After all, who knows what could happen with our backs turned, analyzing something that was already set in stone, when we had a malleable future ahead of us, waiting to be shaped and sculpted. On the upside, they stopped learning about how all knights in medieval times basically pillaged villages and raped woman. Talking about a horny king who killed his wives when he found someone prettier and more boy-produci