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Kurt's P.O.V-
"Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight."
I clap slowly while I watch the Warblers crowd around the black haired beauty in front of me. He turns toward me and shoots me a wide smile. He looks away again when someone grabs his shoulder and starts talking to him.
I stand by the entrance still in shock at the performance, as more people in blazers rush to talk with the singers. From the corner of my eye I see a tall brown haired boy, who I remember from the performance, standing away from the crowd. He has a small smile on his face which seems to widen when he sees me.
I smile back politely before I turn my attention back to Blaine, who has managed to get away from the Warblers and is currently standing ahead of me.
"Hey Kurt, can we talk?" Blaine asks me.
"Uh...y-yes." I kind of stutter as two Warblers come to stand behind Blaine with questioning looks on their faces. Blaine nods slightly before he starts walking toward the entrance way.
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I release a loud sigh as I fall down on my perfectly made bed. After talking and exchanging numbers with Blaine and the other two Warblers, I drove home feeling better than I have in a while.
"Hey Kurt." Finn's head appears from around the staircase. I suddenly remember that I left my door partially open in my haste to lay down. "I'm sorry about what Puck said earlier but I do think that this week will be better off without feathers."
I roll my eyes at Finn. "It's okay, I understand what you mean. I may not agree, but I do know that you don't want to go out of your comfort zone."
Finn sighs and looks like he's about to say something before Carole's voice calls from the kitchen."Boys, supper is ready!"
I smile at the chance to get away from this conversation with Finn. Quickly, I follow behind him to see what Carole has made us for dinner.