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Dalton , Chapter 3: Voices

Kurt hurried to the Warblers’ Hall and quietly opened the door. Somewhat familiar music greeted him as he entered, coming from the piano.

There was a handsome boy sitting at the piano, fingers moving smoothly and easily over the keys, playing a melodious harmony. With a captivating color in his voice, he was vocalizing along with it casually. (…)

And as he turned his head, he saw Kurt. Paralyzed by the pale green eyes that now looked at him in surprise, Kurt stammered with an awkward gesture, “I—sorry, I didn’t mean to run in.”

But the boy just smiled and gestured him in. “It’s fine. I was just trying it out anyway.”

It was Kurt’s turn to smile, relaxing. He walked up to him, dropping his bag down on one of the chairs as he did. “Are you a Warbler too?”

“That I am,” he answered, looking up as Kurt stepped into the light of the windows. He gazed at him with an appreciative eye and a smile. “And you are, of course, our new countertenor.” His smile widened as he extended a hand. “I’m Logan Wright.”

“Kurt,” Kurt breathed as he shook hands with him. Logan was unsettlingly good looking. His fine blond hair was styled back and his eyes were intensely piercing as they seemed to appraise him. “Kurt Hummel.”

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Chapter 16: 3…2…1

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…is up.

(I’m so sorry once again, everyone… I really felt bad about this taking so long.)

Merry Christmas, everyone. :)

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“Kurt, where are you!” Blaine cried over the dark. His heart was in his throat pounding so hard he felt that he would throw up if a matter of minutes. He saw nothing over the grounds—no movement. Kurt had just evaporated into thin air after walking out of Windsor.

When Rachel had said that terrible name over the phone, he thought he was having heart failure. He hissed a curse under his breath as the worst scenarios came flying through his mind. It must have shown on his face and on his entire body, because Logan, who had been watching him, now frowned and began to approach. But it was Wes and David who reached him first.

“Blaine, what’s wrong, man? You look like someone died,” David said, worried.

Blaine had choked out into the phone, “He’s gone—Kurt’s gone, he—” he took a shaking breath. “—he thought he got a text from—I’m going now.” And he threw off his phone and broke into a run.

Episode 11: Boundaries

Question time!

Who do you think should be Hilda Van Kamp / Derek / Shane ?