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Disclaimer: I don't own Kurt Hummel. I don't own Dalton. I don't own anything relating to Glee.

Kurt had been at Dalton for about four months. It felt like he'd been here forever.

He felt his cell phone vibrate,
Waiting outside for you dude. Got a surprise. Sorry, by the way. -Finn
Kurt sighed. Besides the fact that whatever Finn's cryptic message meant would surely lead to trouble for him, he had told his family that he wasn't coming home this weekend. The Warblers were mostly all staying at Dalton to 'study'. (Really they were going to be partying and playing video games among other things, but they figured their parents didn't need to know that. ) Apparently it was tradition to do this every couple months. Kurt didn't see what was different about it compared to any other night at Dalton, but he had been convinced to stay by Blaine's promises that he would have the time of his life. And Blaine's puppy dog eyes might have had something to do with it too.

Sighing he sat up and started to climb off his bed.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked from the floor where he was curled up with his guitar, plucking out a random tune.
"Finn's here." he said as explanation. It was just the two of them. Kurt's roommate Jeff was getting some studying in before the weekend officially started and Wes and David banned all school-related things. The aforementioned duo had disappeared to go bother other people for once.
"I thought you were staying?" Blaine looked extremely confused and very disappointed. Kurt's heart soared a bit at that.
"I am. I don't know why he's here." Kurt made his way for the door grabbing his coat. "I'll be back in a second, continue to feel free to make yourself at home." the sarcasm in his voice was very heavy. You couldn't be a Warbler without having various boys crashing into your room and making themselves comfortable at any given time. Kurt often complained, being a very private person that valued personal space.
Blaine laughed at Kurt's teasing, blinking his brown eyes prettily, "I always do."

Kurt left his room and hurried his way through the hallway and down the stairs of the boarding house. There was a cozy, (Luxurious and huge.) common area at the bottom which he also rushed through, not wanting to be stopped, sure Finn and his 'surprise' were causing damage to something somewhere. He walked out the double doors across from the stairway and started on the pathway. He didn't even notice the gorgeous courtyard anymore, he just tightened his coat around him as the still-icy breeze blew past. He couldn't wait for the weather to warm up. Eventually he found Finn waiting by Carole's minivan. He wasn't alone.

"Kurt!" the group of shivering singers exclaimed as he strutted towards them, arms crossed. He gave them his best 'bitch, really?' gaze.
"What are you all doing here?" The faces of Finn, Rachel, Mercedes, Quinn, Santana, Puck, Artie and Mike looked back at him, blinking innocently.
"I'm sorry dude," Finn started. "I told them you weren't coming home this weekend and Rachel went all cra-" he coughed when his girlfriend glared at him. "Got really worried, and she started saying all this stuff, and then, well here we are."
"I just wanted to see you white boy, any excuse is a good one," Mercedes smiled sweetly, walking up and hugging Kurt quickly. He smiled back.
"Gotta check up on our boy." Artie said, and Puck straightened up,
"Any problems? You aren't being bullied or anything?"
Before Kurt could even begin to reply Rachel started in.
"Yes Kurt, as Puck just questioned, any problems? Because when I heard that you weren't coming home this weekend, my mind immediately flew to the possibility that you had been too stressed to concentrate on your work lately and therefore needed the entire weekend to fix your slipping grades, with not even enough time to drive to Lima and catch up briefly with the members of your immediate family. So of course I had to come and check up on you. It's what a good friend does." Kurt was honestly tempted to strangle Rachel at that point, until she finished in a quieter tone.
"I was worried, and I missed you. We all miss you." She then flashed an exquisite smile that wasn't the usual Rachel-Berry-star-power smile and was instead genuine. Kurt had known for a long time that if you managed to get through one of Rachel's obnoxious speeches to the very end, she usually got to her real point. She must've really missed him, Kurt realized. He hadn't talked to her in quite a while and he knew he was one of her few friends. She must've felt abandoned and came up with some stupid reason for why he wasn't staying in contact. Like if he was being bullied and trying to hide it. Despite the diva-animosity between the two, sometimes Kurt's heart really went out to Rachel.

Kurt sighed, and any anger he was feeling disappeared. Instead he just rolled his eyes, smiling.
"This is a bully-free school you guys. I'm doing fine." Then he frowned. "Where's Britt?" he asked, knowing that she always went along with group schemes like this and he found himself missing Brittney's pure heart even more than normal when surrounded by the rest of their friends.
"And Sam?" he added, though Kurt wasn't really surprised that he wasn't there. Sam was the type that usually stayed out of these things.
"Brittany has the flu bug that's going around. Her family has her on lock down. No visitors." Quinn answered helpfully, a small smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. "Sam is busy with some family stuff. Babysitting I think." That explained Santana being here, normally she'd be with Brittney if the girl was sick, and Sam was always babysitting his siblings.

A short awkward silence ensued, after some more hugs were exchanged. Then they all started babbling at once and Kurt settled himself into the familiar routine of his Mckinley family. That is until he heard a disturbing noise approaching.
"Kurt! Kurt!"
"Where do you think you're going new kid?"
He barely had time to brace himself before he was eating pavement.
He turned himself around and started pushing ineffectively at Wes who was sitting on him.
"How could you Kurt?" David held his arms back, protecting his best friend.
Wes continued, "We came into your room with our eyes closed, expecting that you and Blaine would be all tangled up in each other, with so much sexual tension and teeth-rotting innocence that it's sickening, mixed in with that ever annoying we're-just-friends-ness that you two are so caught up in, but instead we see a dejected lonely Blaine who says that you left to see your step-brother. How could you not stay for your first Warblers-extravaganza -supreme-manly-men sleepover?"

Before Kurt could reply, Wes was ripped of of him, and Finn's cry of "What the hell?" rang out. As Kurt got up and brushed himself off he saw the much bigger New Directions boys holding back Wes and David who looked confused.
"Um Kurt? Who are these guys?" Wes blinked at him. Puck tightened his grip around the Asian boys neck.
"Don't talk to him, you fucking homophobe."
"What did you just call me?" Wes' eyes shone with fury as he struggled his way out of Puck's iron grip and they locked eyes in a Death stare. Kurt knew that Wes' sister was a lesbian and that he supported her to the grave.
"Calm down Puck, Finn. These idiots are my friends. Idiots, meet New Directions, or most of them anyways."
"Kuuurt, it's not nice to call us idiots." David pouted as Finn and Mike dropped him, not so gently.
"Remember that we're in charge of all solos, Kurt." Wes pointed out.
"And I will never rest until I find the teacher that put you guys in charge and get him or her checked for mental stability."
"We told you already, our rise to power is a story that shall never be told."
"Um Kurt," Finn was standing with the rest of The New Directions looking confused. They all looked confused.
"If they're your friends why did they tackle you..."
"That's normal. Happens all the time. I've tried to shelter you all from what goes on here. But now that you came of your own free wills there is nothing I can do." Kurt smiled, remembering his first few weeks at Dalton. There was less drama than at McKinley, but just as much crazy.

*~~{{Two weeks or so after he came to Dalton, Kurt had learned that the Warblers loved to attack each other. Literally.

Some innocent Warbler would be walking down the hall when of few of his friends would jump on him, knock him to the ground, and sit on his back. Any other Warbler in the nearby area would usually join in, dropping whatever he may be doing. The other Dalton students were used to this behavior and rarely got offended if a conversation was cut short in favor of such an attack. They just rolled their eyes and ignored the bunch of idiots that made up the schools most well known and well liked group of young men. The attacks were usually used as a form of torture when it was suspected that someone was hiding something from his 'Warbler brothers', or to get someone to do something for you when they refused. Wes and Thad sometimes attacked in retaliation for someone making a scene in practice. (David could care less despite being on the council.) Mostly though it was just for fun.

It was slightly alarming though, the first time you saw a group of your classmates jump on top off and suffocate another student. Especially if you were at Dalton to escape a group of bullies that used physical harm to scare you into submission. Kurt's face paled a bit as he watched. He heard Blaine curse under his breath beside him and turned to raise an eyebrow at him, though his face was still distinctly paler. (Blaine rarely swore not even under his breath.)
"I, uh, told them to try not to do that around you. Because you're sensitive to violence, you know," Blaine stumbled over his words a bit before finally finding his overly enunciating, Dapper-Dan voice.
"It really freaked me out, you know, the first time I saw them do that. I was sure that I had been right and that Dalton was too good to be true. But they're just a bunch of idiots that are too touchy-feely, you'll get used to it. Don't feel like you have to join in. I didn't for a really long time. They shouldn't do it to you. Not for a while anyways, because Wes and David know about McKinley and they're the ones that usually initiate these things."
"Mhmm." Kurt hummed, a rather amused sound. He tilted his face into a mischievous grin,
"Guess that no matter what, I'm doomed to be surrounded by crazy."
"Must mean that you have an especially wild crazy person hidden inside, then." Blaine wiggled his eyebrows.
"They're your friends Blaine, what does that say about you?"
"That you should be scared."
Kurt raised his eyebrow once again, smirking.
"Oh?"

But in the back of Kurt's mind, the same old insecurities were tugging at his thoughts. He appreciated what Blaine had done, but once again he felt too delicate. Sure, he hated roughhousing, -he didn't see the point really, it was dangerous and messy- and yes, certain things may bring up bad memories of cold steel lockers and meaty hands. But sometimes he wished people weren't so careful with him. He was certain that Blaine and the others probably saw him as a weakling, someone who needed to be handled with all the care afforded to a baby chick. A pity case, that's what he was turning into. His thoughts continued in this downward spiral as he walked side by side down the hallway with Blaine. A hand on his shoulder made him jump. He cringed and turned to Blaine's warm brown eyes.

"You're wrong." Blaine announced. "Whatever you're thinking about yourself, you're wrong."
Kurt pretended ignorance with an incredulous expression, "I'm sorry?"
Blaine had a hand on each of Kurt's shoulders now and he leaned in very close. Kurt tried to suppress his blush as Blaine continued to lean forward looking straight into Kurt's eyes and making sure he couldn't turn his head.
"You're such a strong, independent person, and I promise that everyone here genuinely likes you. They don't care what you like or don't like. They just need to be told to back down sometimes because you're not used to them, I'm sorry if I overstepped and made you insecure."

As he pulled away Kurt felt the shorter boy breath in deeply almost as if he was -but Blaine couldn't be, definitely wasn't- breathing in Kurt's smell. Kurt's heart was pounding and he saw Blaine's cheeks were slightly red as well. As Blaine straightened himself and clapped Kurt's shoulder before turning to start walking again. Kurt's voice betrayed him as words slipped out,
"How did you-"
"I was you once remember? Still am actually. Everyone is insecure. Especially when you have pasts like we do. We're the same Kurt. You and me. Oh wow that sounded cheesy didn't it, you know what I mean though. No one at Dalton is going to judge you and most would be hypocrites if they did. And even then I'd still be here…but the Warblers, well you'll learn that we're really close, we appreciate each other. A lot of them are just like us too; bullied and beaten down, Dalton is our sanctuary, and we all find comfort in music. Just like your old Glee club we're a big crazy family." Blaine was losing his composure and continued to ramble, as Kurt blinked back tears. No one had ever, said that to him. We're the same Kurt. You and me. Nobody. Ever. It…felt right. Being the same as someone. Dealing with the same sorts of things. Not being the outsider looking in. Being a pair. Being a team. Everyone is insecure, Blaine had said. He knew that. And sure he had gotten we're the same because we're both different, therefore I relate to you, before, but he had felt like an outsider in the world of outsiders he had lived in in Lima.

He knew it was ridiculous, and that his friends at McKinley loved him unconditionally. But did they understand him? Would they change their actions or tone themselves down for his comfort? No. Kurt was beginning to have a really good feeling about Dalton academy. He was actually going to fit in here. Still though, he doubted he'd ever participate in such stupid boyish activities as tackling someone. That was not Kurt Hummel's style. ~~}}*

Kurt came out of the memory at David's voice,
"Don't you guys fight each other?" the dark-skinned boy looked confused.
Puck and Finn shared a look. "Sure we do, but Kurt's...I mean we never...he's not..."
Wes and David shared their own look but they let it go.
"Well you might as well stay and catch up with our Kurtie...at least until the real party begins. Then you have to leave. Warblers only!"
"Party?" Artie questioned.
"I thought you were staying here to study? Duuude." Finn seemed shocked.
Kurt just chuckled.
Mercedes and Quinn, who had both furrowed their brows at the 'our Kurt' comment, caught up to their boy as he started to walk away, and he wrapped an arm around each of them. Rachel along with Santana -who winked at Wes as she walked past- caught up to them, all of the girls enjoying Kurt's soothing voice and comments on the stupidity of McKinley's boys. Even Santana had to admit (Only to herself of course.) that she missed the one and only Mr. Kurt Hummel. The problem though was that he seemed just a little too happy without them. And they wanted to know why, how and what caused that.

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