AN: This is based off of a post on Tumblr- I can't look for the link now because my computer is shitty and hates gifs, but I'll find it and post it in the notes for the next chapter, probably.

This story is gonna be pretty short- three chapters? It was gonna be a one-shot. And then I got to page 11, and it wasn't anywhere near being done, and I decided it would be best to split it up, because I'm kinda dying from not posting anything. It feels weird.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Glee. I don't own anything that I vaguely referenced in here because I'm a giant nerd. I am not making any money off of this. Nope.

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The first time Kurt had been at Dalton, he'd been a little too preoccupied with the amazing feeling of that boy's hand in his. He'd been a bit too overwhelmed by the majesty of this school, the winding staircases, the wood-paneled walls, the rich colors. He was far too amazed with everything, and everything felt magical, and really, he'd lost the ability to focus on anything other than Blaine.

So it was to be excused, that he didn't notice.

But that night, as he lay in bed and wondered and worried and definitely didn't fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried, he remembered something a little weird.

He found out, weeks later, that the students at Dalton liked to refer to it as the slow-motion hallway.

"The slow-motion hallway of DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" Wes shouted, running at high speed, his feet sliding over the threshold at the exact moment he started to say " DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

"Oh my god," Kurt said, looking at Blaine and David in disbelief. "He actually just- he- I- But how- you can't fake that."

"No, you can't. When we say slow-motion hallway, we mean slow-motion hallway." Blaine confirmed. They followed Wes. It was the strangest sensation. It wasn't immediately obvious. Things still felt like they were moving at normal speed, at least until you thought about it. Then you suddenly became aware of really, really minor details.

Kurt could feel the air, could feel how it tugged ever so slightly at his hair as he moved through it. He could feel the way his clothes moved against his skin, the way his feet hit the floor- rolling through his heel to his toes. And then he looked over. And Blaine was just as affected by whatever it was that caused this anomaly.

Kurt could move his hand, and it felt just the slightest bit slower than usual. Like he was moving through really dry water. He could look down at his hand, and his brain would refuse to see anything strange or mysterious. It just didn't hold with such nonsense. But when he looked at Blaine, he could tell.

Because Blaine looked even more like a supermodel than usual. He was striding purposefully through the hallway, his eyes dark, staring straight ahead. His blazer was unbuttoned, and blowing in the wind. Not that there was any actual wind in this hallway. Dalton was actually surprisingly non-drafty. Blaine looked so absurdly sexy. He moved in front of Kurt, and his slow-motion ass was right there.

It about ten times more fun than watcihng Blaine walk usually was. And Kurt loved to watch Blaine walk.

And then they were walking out of the hallway, and the world sped up a little to meet Kurt. He felt dizzy, and reached out, his hand meeting Blaine's shoulder, leaning on him a little for a minute.

"You alright?" Blaine asked him, looking concerned. "It can be disorienting the first time you notice."

"Awww, so cute!" David exclaimed. Both boys stuck their tongues out at him, used to this sort of comment, but other than that, they ignored him

"I'm fine. Just got a bit of a head-rush." Kurt assured Blaine. He looked relieved.

"So what do you think of the slow-motion hallway?" David asked. "Any questions?"

"How in the world is it possible?" Kurt asked, dumbfounded.

"Ah, the first question you ask, I am afraid I can not answer," David told him, using a british accent. Kurt wasn't sure why, but decided he probably didn't want to know. "But there are theories. Many theories. And legends."

"We should have a slow-motion hallway legend telling party! Like the one we did last year!" Wes said, bouncing up and down excitedly.

"Oh, because that ended so well." Blaine commented wryly.

"What happened?" Kurt wanted to know.

"It wasn't that bad!" Wes protested.

"Yeah, the scorch marks went away eventually!" David reasoned.

"I painted over them!" Blaine shouted. This actually managed to shut them up for a minute.

"No, seriously, what happened?" Kurt asked again. Blaine smiled a little, and grabbed Kurt's hand to lead him into the commons. Kurt's breath caught. Blaine was a very- touchy person. In a good way. They'd been holding hands a minute into knowing each other. They held hands and Blaine adjusted his collar and then, after the performance, Blaine had hugged him. Kurt recognized that look in his eyes, could practically feel the rush of a good show just by being next to him. And then he hugged him and Kurt had felt such shock that someone had actually volunteered to touch him.

Seriously, he'd been at Dalton for a week now, and Blaine was still grabbing his hand and attacking him with surprise hugs and bumping their legs together when they sat side by side. He should be used to it. But he so wasn't. He still blushed and freaked out and tried to figure out what it meant.

"So, one of the stories-"

"Legends." Wes corrected him, as they sat down on their favorite couch by the fireplace.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Blaine said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "One of the legends-"

"Thank you." Wes said politely. Kurt laughed, but Blaine just went on talking.

"-of the slow-motion hallway involve there being a battle going on outside the school."

"Why?" Kurt asked.

"I don't know," Blaine said, looking amused. "All of the legends are a little silly, to tell the truth. It's funny- you can tell when the legend started, because they all have themes, depending on the era they're from."

"The ones from the seventies are the best," David told him matter-of-factly. "Because everyone was so high. Pure gold."

"Anyway," Blaine continued. "David and Wes decided that they needed to really set the mood."

"We wanted to immerse young Blaine in the legend, you see." Wes explained.

"So they somehow came upon the opinion that the best way to really immerse me in the legend was to set off fireworks. In my brand new dorm room."

Kurt burst out laughing.

"We got into so much trouble." David told him.

"They didn't have a free night for the next three months. Detention." Blaine said.

"Yeah, well, we didn't know the mean RA was on your floor." Wes said.

"What are you talking about? Are you talking about your insane fireworks idea last year?" A new voice insisted. Kurt looked up- it was Eric. Sigh.

Eric was- well, a little crazy. A little paranoid. While Blaine, David, and Wes had found Kurt's attempt at spying endearing, Eric had found it quite the affront. He treated Kurt with an air of distrust that hadn't faded yet. Kurt didn't take it personally- Blaine said Eric had acted the same way towards him. Eric seemed to frown upon anyone who transferred in the middle of the year. Why, nobody seemed to know.

"Yes, we were," Wes confirmed. "And we're considering a repeat performance."

"No way," Kurt said, panic filling his voice. "I have some very expensive pieces in my room. You do not get to waltz in with anything that could destroy them." Wes gave him a very confused look.

"Pieces?" David asked for him.

"He means clothes." Blaine explained.

"Oh!"

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That night, a very large group of boys was gathered in Kurt's room. Wes and David were perched on his bed, and had forced everyone else to sit on the floor. Blaine sat against a wall, and Kurt sat between his legs, leaning against his chest. The angle, sitting so low with the two boys so high up, was a bit awkward, but he wasn't complaining.

"Is everyone here?" David asked, looking about the room like some sort of authority figure. Kurt shivered in fear at the thought. Sure enough, everyone was there. Every member of the Warblers had shown up, even Eric. Kurt recognized most of the people there, but there were a few underclassmen (the rest of the school called them first-years, but he hadn't gotten used to that yet) he'd never seen before who were sitting there, looking surprised to be there. Kurt wouldn't have put it past David and Wes to have just pulled the poor boys into the room without telling them what was going on.

"I think we're set." Wes confirmed as the last stragglers found spots on the floor.

"Right. So. The legend of the slow-motion hallway." David began.

"Aren't there a lot of legends?" Kurt couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask questions!" Wes snapped. The power seemed to be getting to his head quite quickly. "And yes, there is a veritable buffet dinner of legends about said hallway. But David and I decided that we would start with the legend. The legend that began it all. The true legend. Not the silly stuff other Dalton boys have made up over the years."

"Not that we frown on the silly stuff," David reassured them. Nobody had really looked all that concerned, but his tone was definitely reassuring. "We'll open up the platform for legends to be told once Wes and I have finished."

"We're going to be here all night, aren't we?" Kurt whispered to Blaine, who laughed quietly. His chest bounced Kurt's head a little. Kurt didn't mind one bit.

"I should warn you before we start, the story is scary," Wes said. "So we suggest snuggling up to someone, like Blaine and Kurt."

Every head turned to look back at the boys, who blushed. But neither one made to stop the cuddles.

"Right. So as we were saying. The legend of the slow-motion hallway." David's voice pitched dark and ominous as he introduced the story. Sorry. Legend.

"It was a dark and stormy night in the middle-of-nowhere Ohio." Wes began.

"Because it should always be a dark and stormy night. It's just better." David informed them.

"Oh boy. It's going to be one of these stories." Blaine muttered.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, craning his neck to see Blaine in a way that he didn't his neck was actually supposed to go. It hurt. He kept doing it.

"They're going to interrupt and talk over each other the entire time. The actual story will be impossible to understand and it won't be the slightest bit funny. Listen." Blaine said, leaning over slightly to murmur into Kurt's ear. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at the sound.

"The year is sometime a long time ago," Wes was saying. "When Dalton had just been founded."

"All the boys who went to Dalton were very proper, dapper young men." David told them.

"Much like Blaine."

"Yes, very much like Blaine indeed. So much like Blaine that not a single Dalton-ite ever made the first move with anything. They just sat there and mooned over each other-"

"Because everyone in that time was gay. Really damn gay. I mean, have you seen those outfits?" Wes said. Kurt could feel a tangent coming on. "They wore, like, tights and billow-y shirts that were cut down to their navels and then they, like, had swordfights and rode horses."

"So gay," David confirmed. He noticed the looks Kurt and Blaine were giving them. "Not that all gay guys wear tights."

"Yeah, just the ones like Kurt." Wes said. Kurt looked around, found a pillow that was being sat on, and threw it at Wes. It hit him in the face.

Wes spluttered. The boy who had been sitting on the pillow glared at Kurt.

"Hey, it's my pillow. And the slipcover is made of a hundred percent organic silk imported from India, so you really shouldn't be sitting on it anyway."

"Can we stop comparing the Dalton boys of yester-year to me and Kurt and get on with this?" Blaine asked exasperatedly.

"With pleasure." David said. He actually bowed a little. At least, as much as he could bow while sitting on a bed.

"Where were we?" Wes asked. Neither boy seemed to know.

"Everyone at Dalton was gay." A random member of the audience supplied.

"Why yes, thank you. They were all gay. But they were proper, repressed gays, so basically all they did was sit around and pretend they liked girls."

"Is this at all relevant to the story?" Someone asked.

"LEGEND," Wes all but bellowed. "And no, it doesn't. Just setting the scene."

It was at this point that Blaine, who had is arms wrapped around Kurt's torso, started absent-mindedly running his fingers up and down Kurt's hipbones. It was at this point that Kurt stopped paying any attention to David and Wes.

We're just friends. He told himself. We've been over this. I like him, and he thinks of me as a friend. It's clear.

But it was starting to get less clear.