Dalton:witnessed

Chapter 7

Disclaimer: I don't remember if I remember to put these. I don't own Glee!

"Oh, Kurt, I'm sorry! I didn't kn-"

"That's right," Kurt interrupted, "You didn't know." He turned to face him with a small, sad smile. "It was a long time ago. And anyways," Kurt sighed as another breeze caressed the room.

"She's still here."

Blaine smiled gently. Kurt really was too good to be true.

He studied him know; eyes closed as the breeze tickled his face and ruffled his hair.

The soft smile was nothing like the ones when he was exuberantly happy or laughing, but it was beautiful nonetheless.

His face shone with a kind of otherworldly beauty.

Kurt opened his bright cerulean eyes to meet hazel. The smile grew into a smirk. "Enjoying the view?"

Blaine could feel the blush creeping up his cheeks. It took everything he had to come up with a put-together, calm, dapper reply. "Uh, yeah."

Kurt chuckled, lifting an eyebrow. "Well, you're not too bad on the eyes yourself, Mr. Dapper Pants."

"Oh, so now my pants are dapper, too?" Blaine retorted.

"Oh, of course! You're just so dapper that it oozes out of your pores."

"You know, not all of us can achieve perfection like someone!" Blaine teased.

"How would you know? You idea of perfection requires an entire bottle of gel per day."

"Ouch!" Blaine pulled a hurt face. "Harsh!"

"The truth needs to be told." Kurt chuckled. "Besides, you look positively fantastic without it."

Tina and Rachel were sharing a glance as they watched their boy shamelessly flirt. Maybe unknowingly?

They soon turned their attention to Santana who was conversing to a group of Warblers. Unsurprisingly, Kurt was the topic. She loved to brag about her "Porcelain."

"Damn straight! Kurt's more flexible than half the Cheerios."

"I can hear you, Satan!" Kurt broke off his conversation with Blaine momentarily to call over his shoulder.

"That's the point, Porcelain!"

"Don't call me Porcelain!" He said with a fake-cheery smile on his face, but a menacing tone in his voice.

"Oh? What'cha gonna do?" Santana challenged.

"Pardon me." Kurt said to Blaine as he stood up and walked over to the Latina. Blaine lifted an eyebrow worriedly. This didn't look good. "I know your weaknesses."

Her eyes widened comically. "You wouldn't."

"I would." He said, staring at her calmly. Then out of nowhere, he lashed out like a ninja and had her pinned to the ground, tickling her stomach, sides, and ribs.

She screamed with laughter, writhing and gasping for air. Kurt was relentless.

Poor Santana had no means to escape even if she wasn't laughing too hard to think. "O-okay!"

She yelled, trying to swat his hands away. "OKAY! I'll stop, I'll stop!"

Kurt stood up primly, his face passive. "Good." He good-naturedly helped her up after she caught her breath. She glowered at him, arms crossed.

"Not fair!" She exclaimed. "You're a ninja! I'm just a Cheerio."

"Since when were you both a delicious and heart-healthy breakfast cereal?" Nick questioned, his head tilted to the side.

"Cheerios are the cheerleaders!" Brittany piped up from where she sat next to Thad.

"Kurtie was one of us for a while. He was the best so Coach promoted him to Ninja Status."

Blaine's brain was fried. It was beyond repair; Kurt was a cheerleader?

"Yes," Kurt said primly, "Now that we all know I'm a ninja, can we move on?" he made a cute little rolling motion with his wrists.

"No, siree!" Wes exclaimed, popping out from the middle of the group. "We need proof!"

"Like what?" Kurt didn't seem at all worried. He was actually a little excited to prove himself.

"You were a cheerleader! Do the splits or something to prove your flexibility and nimbleness!"

"I don't think 'nimbleness' is a word..." Blaine mumbled. **

Kurt shrugged, rolling his shoulders a bit. "Clear out the center of the room."

They parted like the Red Sea, leaving a channel for Kurt.

He took a couple seconds to stretch ("I don't want to tear a muscle!" he protested).

He took a few steps back before launching himself forward onto his hands, doing a couple consecutive front hand springs before adding a corkscrew to the end.

He hardly paused before flipping into a spectacular back flip-twirl thingy*, landing into a perfect split.

The boys were stunned into silence. Blaine surreptitiously checked his chin for drool.

Santana smirked in approval. "I'm surprised you remember that one! It's been a while."

She smiled a sort of nostalgic smile. Brittany stood up and linked their pinkies.

"I remember doing that one with my dolphin!" She smiled happily at the room.

"Yes, Brit. You were the flier for that one." Kurt replied, smiling.

"Yeah! That was the day Lord Tubbington told me he would stop smoking and stealing my diary!"

Kurt looked bemused, while the Warblers simply looked confused. He replied. "I talked to him; it seemed like it helped."

"Yes, Dolphin! You have magic words and magic baby soft hands!"

Kurt smirked, holding his hand out to her. She squealed in delight as she grasped it, spinning into Kurt.

He hugged her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Wes shook his head. He was confused, but he'd learned through his short time with the ND girls that questions just led to more confusion.

"Why does she call you dolphin?" Blaine questioned.

Kurt was about to answer, but Brittany beat him to it. "Isn't he your dolphin?"

"No, Boo." Kurt said, shaking his head. "He is a dolphin, but he isn't my dolphin."

"But you want him to be, right?" She asked innocently, twirling her hair.

Kurt and Blaine met eyes.