Dalton:witnessed

Chapter 2

And it was to this sight that the door swung open, revealing a mass of boys in Dalton Academy blazers.

"Ladies?"

They froze, staring wide-eyed at them. They spared glances at each other, but otherwise remained motionless.

Santana broke the tense silence, ignoring the boys huddled in the doorway. "So, as I was saying, Kurt got hot."

The girls' attentions turned back to Santana, completely forgetting their situation.

"I know!" Tina exclaimed. "Once he lost that bit of baby fat, and toned up a bit from being on the Cheerios and football... yum."

The Dalton boys snickered.

The girls' eyes snapped to them, flashing. "What are you laughing about?" Quinn snapped, in full-on bitch mode.

Then Kurt called out from the bathroom: "Hey, girls? Can one of you hand me my clothes?"

Santana stood up and skipped to the door, happily handing Kurt his clothes. The door closed once more with a click!

"You saying my boy isn't sexy?" Santana deadpanned.

"Well, yeah." Blaine said sheepishly. "I'm not saying he's not attractive, but he's like... a baby penguin."

"Oh yeah?" Mercedes challenged. "Have you seen him out of uniform?"

"His arms?"

"His abs?"

"His legs?"

"His ass?"

"Santana!" They all giggled, spinning to face her.

"What?" She defended, "you know you were all thinking it."

Kurt then chose that moment to step out of the bathroom.

"Okay, which of you took my shirt?" Kurt asked, toweling off his hair.

Blaine tried really hard not to stare. He really, really did.

But Kurt had honest-to-goodness washboard abs; a pale expanse of virtually hairless skin and muscle, still flushed a faint pink from the heat of his shower.

Blaine broke his eyes away and instead focused on his hair. It was still damp and was tousled.

Free from its usual product and style, it gave a whole knew look to Kurt.

Relaxed, happy. More confident, radiant,

Blaine was confused as thoughts dashed through his brain, his eyes still raking up and down Kurt's form.

His eyes locked on his slim hips, trying not to drool as he traced the V-shape with his eyes before it disappeared under the waist band of his trousers.

"Girls, what's going on?" Kurt asked, glancing over his shoulder, eyes widening as he saw his peers in the doorway.

"H-hey, guys!" Kurt stuttered, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "So, uh... what brings you here?"

"One of us thought we saw some girls heading up the dorm stairwell and went to investigate." Wes explained, smirking.

"You know," David piped up. "We should report this to the dean. Girls aren't allowed on campus at this time, Kurt, and you know it."

"What if... what if we make a deal?" Kurt questioned, turning complacent.