dorothy's slippers.

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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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Billy isn't sure what it is about this week, as he seems to be running into singing boys wherever he goes. One day, he's going to turn a corner and Tony will be singing Maria, he just knows it.

Coming out of the kitchen, book in hand and juice drink in the other, he puts both down at a table and listens a little, the melody and lyrics turning over in his mind. It isn't until the other boy is finished that the song clicks, and he brightens visibly. "Pippin?"

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The song is nearly done by the time Kurt realizes that someone's been listening, shyly turning so that he can provide a performance rather than simply the vocals themselves- after all, the best part of Broadway is the fact that it combines so many different corners of art at once. The scripts are well-written, the stories compelling. Song and dance are combined until it seems that there are very few details, if any, left untouched. It's that perfection and passion that Kurt wants to be a part of, even though he's sure that the journey will long and filled with its own trials, and so he likes to perform every chance he gets. No audience isn't worth trying to win over.

That's the whole point.

What he doesn't expect, coming from a boy roughly his age, is for the song to be properly recognized. Beaming, he nods. "You have no idea how glad I am that you didn't just cite the Jackson 5. Not that they weren't amazing in their own right," he beams, hands clasping. "But it'd be hard to go wrong with such an amazing song."

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"You'd be surprised how many people hear Pippin and think of the Lord of the Rings," Billy responds, pleased to, for once, find someone who might just share his love of musical theatre with. Teddy had always been around to listen to Billy ramble on about the virtues of My Fair Lady, but had never really been into it. "You must be new. You're enjoying the jukebox way too much."

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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

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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."