Yay, finally a Glee fanfic! I've been wanting to do one for a while, but I've been busy with Harry Potter stuff so I never got around to it.

This is rated... M, I think? It has description of sexual assault and things, but nothing really graphic. And I suppose warnings for future slash.

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You wanted to see me, sir?" Blaine said politely, sticking his head into principal Darner's office. The principal had summoned him to the office earlier that day.

"Have a seat, Blaine." Darner said, looking grim. Blaine frowned at the look on the principals face before he slowly lowered himself into the chair across from the principals desk and looked at him expectantly.

"What's going on?" Blaine said.

"Well, you remember a few weeks ago whenever I told you that you would be getting a roomate, Kurt Hummel?" Blaine nodded. He was excited at the prospect of having a roomate, as long as he was not homophobic or a total stick-up-the-ass. He had expiriance with both. "Well, there are some... conditions that we weren't aware of." Darner said with a sigh.

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. "Conditions, sir? How do you mean? He's still coming, isn't he?"

"Oh, yes, of course he is." Darner said with a small smile. "But... You need to be very careful around him. He's been through a lot, so he's very quiet and skittish. He probably won't talk very much."

"He's been through a lot?" Blaine repeated with a frown "Like what?"

"You know I'm not at liberty to discuss that." Darner said. "But his situation was... similar to yours, in a way."

Blaine's eyes widened. So the kid was bullied, then. He remembered how he was when he first transferred to Dalton acadamy: frightened, skittish, and not willing to talk to anyone. Only when Wes and David had been assigned as his mentors did he start to open up to people.

He was aching to ask more questions, but he knew that they wouldn't be answered. "I... I won't let you down, sir." Blaine said determinedly.

"I know, Blaine. You're a good kid. Just be careful, alright? You're dismissed" Blaine nodded and got out of his chair to leave, his curiosity definatly piqued.

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Kurt Hummel was terrified.

He tried to listen to what the secretary was saying, but all he could bring himself to do was clutch the sleeve of his blazer tightly and stare at his lap.

Maybe that was the problem, he thought. Maybe if he wasn't so quiet, if he actually talked to people besides the glee club, he wouldn't have been bullied. Maybe if he kept his head down in class and didn't have such good grades, he wouldn't be the target of so many jocks. Maybe if he was straight, he might have a girlfriend instead if a closeted football player hunting him down and molesting him in the locker room.

"Kurt?" He heard a voice say lightly. Kurt forced himself to look up at the secretary who was speaking.

The woman was smiling, but her eyes were full of pity. Kurt hated the pity. It made him feel so stupid and weak. "Yes?" He replied softly.

"I was just telling your dad that your about your soon to be roomate. His name is Blaine Anderson. He has lots of friends at this school, so he should be able to help you meet some people."

Great. Blaine was popular. Probably a jock, too. Kurt wondered how long it would take for Blaine to start hating him. He gave it 24 hours, tops. After all, what respectable person would ever like the weird gay kid with the high voice who couldn't even fend off one football player? "Sounds good." Kurt said in a strained voice.

The secretary gave Kurt a big smile. "Okay, then, Kurt. I'll show you to your room, then?"

Kurt nodded silently. He, Burt, and the secretary stood up and exited the room.

As Burt watched his wide eyed son, a mere shell of the witty, sarcastic boy he once was, walk cautiously along, he felt a fury boil on his chest. His son, his son had been... been used by that monster... that Karofsky. It had been going on for weeks and he never even noticed. How could he have ever been so stupid? How could nobody have noticed?

The secretary led them up two flights of stairs, then down a hallway, then up another flight until they reached a door with a brass plate that read room 102 - Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel. "We've already specialized it for you!" The secretary exclaimed in a way-too-cheery voice.

Kurt swallowed and nodded. The secretary shoved a small metal key into the lock and opened the door.

The room had 2 beds. One side of the room was covered in posters, some for different bands, and Kurt saw one for West side story. The other side was plain and bare. He supposed that was his side.

He wouldn't put up his posters here. His new roomate, Blaine Anderson, would probably make fun of them.

He looked at the secretary and forced a smile on his face. "It's great. Thank you, miss."

She smiled at him again. "You're welcome, sweetheart. Now, I'm going to leave you two to say goodbye."

She left the room. Finn and Carole had already said goodbye to him at the house. Finn (who was desperately trying to mend their relationship after the whole 'faggy lamp' debacle) had smothered him in an enormous bear hug and told him that if anyone gave him crap at Dalton to let him know so he could personally kick their ass. Kurt wasn't going to, of course, but he was touched by the gesture.

It was Finn that ended up walking in on Karofsky... well, doing things to him. That's when Kurt had immidietly been pulled out of McKinley high and transferred to Dalton.

Burt gave Kurt a big hug. Kurt flinched slightly from it but did not pull away. "I'll miss you, kiddo." Burt said gruffly. "It will be good for you here. No one can do... what the others have done. There's a zero tolerance harassment policy."

Kurt just nodded against Burts shoulder. He knew better than go hope that things would be different here, but he wouldn't dissapoint his dad, when he was already paying so much money for Kurt to come here.

"I'll miss you too, dad." Kurt whispered. Burt smiled slightly and pulled away from the hug.

"I gotta go now, son. But I'll see you in a few weeks, yeah?" Kurt just nodded, already feeling like he had exhausted his word quota for the day. Burt ruffled Kurts hair, which made him scowl and flatten it back, before saying, "Bye, kiddo." And leaving the room.

Kurt sighed and sat on the unoccupied bed. Now all he had to do was wait for Blaine to come so he could make fun of Kurt, or his voice, or his taste in music, or his... well, anything, really. There usually wasn't a single aspect of Kurt's character that the jocks couldn't find a way to ridicule.

Not really knowing what else to do, Kurt started to look around the room. There were posters covering Blaine's side of the room. He seemed to be into musicals, something that was promising to Kurt. Maybe Blaine wouldn't mind so much if Kurt put up his Wicked poster.

There was also a bookshelf in the middle of the room. 2 out of the four shelves were stuffed full of books, most of them textbooks for classes, but Kurt could also see that Blaine owned the entire Harry Potter series. He smiled ruefully in spite of himself. (A/N: A very Potter musical, anyone?)

He slowly moved over to his own side of the room. It looked frighteningly dull in comparison. He wouldn't put his posters up yet, though, just in case Blaine made fun of them.

No need to give him another reason to.

Blaine walked down the hallway to his dorm, honestly a little nervous. He really did hope that Kurt liked him. He considered himself to be a pretty likable person, but there were always jerks in the world, not to mention the homophobes But Darner had said Kurt had been bullied...

He stood outside his door, which now had Kurt's name on it as well as his own. He carefully patted the top of his head, making sure no curl was out of place. He took a deep breath, straightened his jacket, and opened the door.

Kurt was sitting on the unoccupied bed already, his back to Blaine. He seemed to be staring at Blaine's posters.

Blaine cleared his throat awkwardly. "Kurt?" Kurt lept off of the bed and turned to face Blaine, and Blaine's breath caught in his throat. Kurt was... was beautiful.

His light brown hair was slightly coiffed and pushed off of his forehead, and it looked so unbelievably soft, Blaine wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through it. He had pale, flawless skin and ruby red lips that threatened to lower Blaines speaking ability to a toddlers stutter, but the most incredible thing was his eyes. They were bright and vibrant and like nothing Blaine had ever seen before. Were they blue, or green, or grey, or what?

...But there was something wrong. His pale complexion was too pale, almost ghostly. His skin was tight and drawn, as if he hadn't been eating much lately. There were dark smudges under his eyes that stood out against his white skin, and he looked as though he hadn't slept in days.

Kurt's eyes widened at the sight of the boy in front of him. How had he not heard him approaching? He hoped that Blaine wasn't mad at him for snooping around the room.

Blaine seemed to be speechless and slightly out of breath, but why Kurt didn't know. Blaine took a steadying breath and said "Um... A-are you Kurt Hummel?"

Kurt nodded slowly, hesitant to speak in from of Blaine. Usually people laughed, or scoffed, or sneered when they heard his slightly high pitched voice. He hoped Blaine would stick to the yes or no questions, those were easy to answer.

"Okay, well..." having recovered from his shock at seeing the boy in front of him, Blaine cleared his throat and took on his authorative voice, or his 'dapper-dalton-boy' voice as Jeff had so eloquently nicknamed it. "My name is Blaine Anderson, your new roomate."

Another nod. Blaine wondered why the boy wasn't speaking. He looked extremly nervous.

"So, since I'm also a Dalton prefect, I'm supposed to give you a tour!" Blaine said cheerfully, determined to get him to speak. He wanted to hear Kurt's voice.

Kurt nodded again, wondering why Blaine was so happy to chaperone a broken, scrawny boy who never spoke and was stealing half of his room.

"Alright! So, should we do that now?"

Another nod.

"Alright! Well, I'll lead the way. Dalton is really beautiful. I think yours going to love it, Kurt." Blaine had a huge grin on his face, and Kurt couldn't help but smile a bit at his overly chipper roomate. Maybe things would be a bit different at Dalton.

Blaine felt his heart melt into a puddle in his shoes at the tiny smile that graced Kurt's face. This was going to be a good year, he could tell.

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Alright, first chapter done!

So, as you clearly saw, this deals with themes of sexuap assault and rape, but I'm not sure how graphic it's going to get, considering I'm literally a baby pengiun when it comes to writing graphic things, so I'll probably feel super awkward while writing it. I'll try my best, though!

This fanfic is heavily influenced by a fanfic called "sketchy relations" that I read on Scarvesandcoffee .net a few months ago. It'e very good, so I suggest you check it out. It's sadly unfinished, but I still really love it.

All for now. Bye!