The next day, Kurt was sitting in the cafeteria with Blaine and a few other Warblers. He quite liked the food in Dalton, it was much better and healthier than in McKinley. At least, Dalton didn't have any tater tots.

"So, Kurt, rumor has it you have found out your power." A Warbler named Trent said casually.

"Where did you hear that?" Blaine asked before Kurt could answer him.

"Flint told me. Pav told him."

Kurt almost choked on his smoothie. "P-Pav?" He lowered his voice. "Pavarotti? The bird?"

Pavarotti was the Warbler's mascot. He was kept in the senior commons, the Warbler's rehearsal room, and was taken care of by all the Warblers. They were each assigned a week to take care of the bird and during weekends, if none of the Warblers were staying at Dalton, someone took the bird with them home. This counted for vacations as well. During summer break, the week system was still used.

"Yeah, Flint can communicate with birds." David said softly. "But what is your power, Kurt?"

"I can detect lies."

A big grin spread on Wes' face. Terry, who was sitting next to him, leaned forward in his seat, folding his arms on the table, and gave Kurt a curious look, waiting to see whether he'd be loyal to Wes or not.

"Perfect. I have been waiting for something useful like this for some time."

"I-I have to stop you right there." Kurt said. "I don't want to use it against anyone."

Wes stared at Kurt, a little disappointed, while Terry had a small smile on his lips, looking satisfied. Wes then straightened himself up, cleared his throat and looked at Kurt.

"Fine, that's alright."

Liar. The voice rung in Kurt's head again. He winced slightly at how loud it was, but his wince went unnoticed by the Warblers.

"But I must say, if you ever change your mind, come to me immediately. It wouldn't hurt being on the council's side." Wes stood up and turned to David. "We should get going to our class."

David nodded and stood up as well, following Wes out of the cafeteria. One by one, the Warblers left the table. What Wes said made Kurt think whether or not he should be on the Warbler's side or the council's side. He wanted the Warblers to like him, he really did, but he also wanted a chance to shine. He missed getting solos, not that he had gotten many back at McKinley, but he had hoped to get a few here, with the Warblers.

Terry noticed Kurt was thinking it over. He wondered for a while if he should just erase his memory to make Kurt be on his side rather than the council's, but put that as Plan B. Plan A, talk him out of it.

Terry was one of the more rebellious Warblers. He really couldn't afford losing someone like Kurt over to the council's side because then getting away with things would be harder. It was tough enough trying to convince them that he had not rubbed cat hair all over the opposing quarterback's shirt during a football game between Dalton and Carlston, who happened to be allergic to cats.

Carlston. The most annoying school Terry had ever known. Well, the most annoying school Dalton had gotten to know. There was rivalry between those two schools and every club and team in both schools had one goal: Defeat the other. Terry was glad they weren't facing Carlston's glee club in Sectionals. That would be brutal. It was last year. The council made them practice every day for two hours. They were sad when they lost, but at least Carlston lost as well. If they had won them, they would have been absolutely devastated.

"Kurt?" Terry asked. Kurt raised his head to look at Terry. He still looked like he was conflicted over this whole thing but was trying to pull a mask on his face, hiding it. "Look, I know you probably want solos or what not, I mean, who doesn't? But being on the council's side doesn't mean you'll get them. It means they'll be keener on letting you audition." He waved his hand. "Just to clear things up. Being on our side is the right choice."

"There's not rivalry between the council and the rest of the Warblers, is there?" Kurt asked, both hesitant and confused.

"No, no, no!" Terry laughed. "No rivalry. It's just a friendly… um…. No. Just no. It's all fun and games, really!"

"I see." Kurt said. He looked like a weight had lifted off him, like he felt relieved and somehow better.

"Yeah." Terry licked his dry lips. "Well, it's not always fun and games. Especially not when Wes threatens to beat you with his gavel. I'm telling you, an angry Wes is a scary Wes. I thought I had erased that memory…"

"You erase your own memories?"

"Yeah. The more embarrassing and awkward ones. Or, you know, just stuff I don't really want to remember. This power really comes in handy. Yours probably will too. Like, you know when someone is making up an excuse to you. Then you can be all 'Gurl, excuse me, but dat shit ain't workin'.'" Terry said, his lips in a duck-face pose and wiggling his hands in an over exaggerated diva like manner. He looked quite ridiculous to Kurt and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Sorry to butt in, but it does have a downside." Nick said and took a sip of his coffee. "Sometimes it's better to just be lied to."

"Way to ruin the mood, Nick. Shouldn't you be like, reading a book or something?"

Nick raised his eyebrows. "Was that supposed to be an insult?" He said, his tone flat.

"I don't know! I'm tired – shut up, give me some of your coffee."

"No. Bye." Nick said quickly, stood up and hurried away.

"Jerk! He never shares his food with me… I tell you, if I were Jeff, he'd buy me a cup of coffee." Terry muttered.

"N-Nick and Jeff? There's something going on between them?" Kurt asked, surprised. He had not seen that coming. But that wasn't odd, he had only known them for a little while. He had noticed how close they were, but had only assumed it was a friendship.

"Oh, shit. Um, I'll just…" Kurt's eyes widened. Was he going to erase his memory? He reached out his hand to stop Terry.

"No! It's fine, really. I won't say anything."

"I guess telling one more person won't hurt. Alright, so," Terry began. "Nick and Jeff have been best friends since Nick transferred here. They just clicked on the first day and are attached to the hip, right? Nick's gay, but Jeff's… Wait. What is he? I don't… I don't really know." He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows. "Bah, whatever, but Nick likes Jeff, but doesn't want to act on his feelings because he's terrified of losing Jeff. And it's kind of killing Nick, 'cause—"

"Because Jeff fucks everything that moves." Someone finished Terry's sentence. Kurt jumped a little at the voice, not seeing anyone around them, since everyone had left for class except for Terry and himself. Terry, on the other hand, didn't look so shocked.

"If you're going to be a creep, at least do the dance."

"The dance?" The voice said again. It was familiar to Kurt, he swore he had heard it before.

"Yeah, the dance. Y'know, get your knees flexing and your arms T-Rexing. And do the creep!" Terry said.

"Whatever." A boy appeared out of thin air next to Terry. Kurt remembered him, he saw him right before he auditioned.

"Randy, Kurt. Kurt, Randy." Terry said in a bored tone.

Randy smirked. "We've met."

"What, did you spy on him in the showers?"

"No, I only do that to Wes." Randy replied, a small hint of sarcasm in his voice. Terry, however, didn't detect it.

"So, what, is it true what they say about Asians?"

Randy gave him a ridiculous look. "I was joking."

"I knew that." Terry replied, looking away, sounding rather unconvincing.

Randy shook his head. "We met right before he was accepted into the Warblers. I'm glad you didn't flip out and storm out."

The bell rung, making the few boys still left in the cafeteria stand up, gather their things and hurry.

"Blaine? It keeps coming out wrong…"

Blaine had invited Kurt over to his dorm to help him study. There was a lot more homework in Dalton than there had been in McKinley and Kurt was having trouble managing it all. Sometimes he felt all he did was going to school, doing his homework and sleeping. It didn't help that his dormmate didn't need sleep, so he had all night to do it. Nathan had offered to do some of his homework one night after Kurt had fallen asleep for the second time over his Biology homework, which Kurt was very thankful for.

Blaine put his homework aside and moved closer to Kurt, leaning on his shoulder as he observed the math problem.

"Oh, you just misplaced this. This is supposed to be…" He trailed his finger to the correct place and raised his head, looking at Kurt. "There." He said softly, his eyes taking in Kurt's features. He noticed how close they were and also noticed how comfortable it was. He didn't feel awkward to be in this position. It felt nice, somehow. Like it was right.

He leaned back and went to his homework. Shortly afterwards, he let out a groan. "At times like these, I really wish I have Wes' power."

"What is it?" Kurt asked. He had already asked Blaine to tell him his power, but Blaine told him that he would know when it was the right time. He knew Blaine was just dragging on the suspense. He knew how much Kurt wanted to know and was teasing him with it.

"He absorbs knowledge from books. He just has to read them once and he remembers every single thing he read. It only goes for books, though. He doesn't remember what someone said to him some time ago or what he saw in a movie once."

Kurt finished his last math problem and glanced at his watch. "It's late. I should head back."

Blaine stood up, walking him to the door. "Kurt?" He asked when they had reached it. "I have to confess, I feel a little guilty about teasing you with this whole mystery of my power."

"As you should." Kurt added, smirking.

Blaine chuckled and looked down. He raised his head and looked Kurt straight in the eyes. "You'll find out soon enough. It's a promise."