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So here's what you missed on Glee:

Puck and Santana have been stranded on an island that kind of reminds them of Lost, except without the cool polar bears and the smoke monster, and both of them are missing home and feeling way out of their league, even if neither will admit to it. ( "Not your type of party, is it?" "If I say no, you're going to

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"And, to be fair to Tolkien, he certainly got there first," Kurt has to admit, turning to round the couch, tilting his head for the other young man to join. There's something immediately comfortable about speaking to him. Whether it's the shared interests, or the gentle smile on his face, Kurt isn't sure. Maybe a combination of both. Maybe his time at Dalton's given him a type of courage he never quite had before, the awareness that he isn't (and doesn't have to be) alone in his generation. That being defensive can be almost as isolating as being ostracized. "But had Billy Boyd never contributed his acting talents to Lord of the Rings, I highly doubt Pippin would have made as much of a splash with our generation."

Grinning from cheek to cheek, Kurt neatly folds his hands over his knee, one leg crossed over the other. Maybe the rec room's a bit lacking in style and the Compound confining at best, but all that he's ever needed is good company.

"And oh, I'm sure the jukebox will start torturing me soon enough with Kanye West or someone similarly all ego and no splash," he goes on, narrowing his eyes at the machine. "But, aside from migraine-inducing heavy metal, I'd dare it to find something I can't work with." His gaze snapped back with a confident arch of his brow.

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"Don't do that," Billy advises, settling down on the couch. He sets his drink and book on the nearest side table, both forgotten in favor of the novelty of speaking to someone who might actually understand something Billy's always longed to share with others.

"I said something cheeky once, and I got an entire week of nothing but the Macarena. I'm still dealing with the trauma."

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"Oh god," Kurt breathed with a cringe, nearly cutting off the other boy's words. "Don't even mention that title to me; you would not believe how often that song still gets used over at my school for practically every single student function. And even if we were to argue about some potential musical merit in that piece, if there's one thing I know, it's that none of that is worth watching your high school teachers get down at Homecoming. Turning around and shaking their booties." Suddenly, he glances over at the jukebox, a look of apprehension in his eye, almost expecting for it to burst right into song.

Fortunately, it doesn't. Yet.

"So I'm taking it that the jukebox is a rather... temperamental thing," Kurt suggested, still feeling himself freefalling as Alice did in Wonderland.

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Billy makes a sound of approval, nodding as he looks askance at the jukebox, as though merely talking about it would stir it into action. It's a look he's noticed many islanders have when it comes to the jukebox.

"You must be incredibly new if you're only just figuring that out," he says, sounding interested. New faces are one of the few ways to shake things up, and honestly, Billy just likes meeting boys his age, boys who (and there's no way he's off about this) bat for the same team, to put it metaphorically.

None of the new faces are Teddy, but making new friends keeps him busy.

"I'm Billy Kaplan," he adds, and extends a hand.

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"Three days. But if there's a charm associated with that, I haven't come across it yet," Kurt replies in turn, looking at the young man with a keen eye of interest. Of course, Kurt's gaydar has been off before (Sam being the key example of that), but there's a certain comfort that he's finding in talking to Billy that he hasn't experienced very often. Hasn't experienced much at all, in fact, prior to meeting Blaine.

So fresh on the island, he knows that there's no reason that he should want to act on anything that he feels, even the slight flutters in his stomach, but it's an exciting thought nonetheless and, at the very least, compels Kurt to try and work things into a friendship.

He takes the hand and gives it a gentle, but firm shake. "Kurt Hummel," he smiles, slightly shy, but excited nonetheless. "A pleasure to meet you."