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A/N: This is finally up. I had troubles logging in for the past day, I have no idea why. First I thought my internet was messing with me but it turned out that I wasn't the only one having troubles with signing in. Thank god that they got it fixed. Well let's get on with the chapter now.

"Surprise!" says Blaine, grinning at Kurt.

Kurt blinks. "What are you doing here?" he asks.

"What do you think I'm doing here?" Blaine replies. "I go here now."

"B-but... the hospital..."

"It's a long story which I'd rather tell you later," Blaine says. "Aren't you glad to see me?"

"Of course I am. I'm just... surprised, is all."

"Like I said, I'll explain it to you later. I don't wanna make you late for your class, though." Blaine bends to retrieve Kurt's folder from the floor and hands it to him. "So, I'll see you at our dorm room after classes?"

Kurt starts nodding before frowning in confusion. "Our dorm room?"

"Yeah, I managed to convince them to let me room with you. Told them it'd help me adjust better," he says, giving Kurt a wink.

Kurt doesn't say anything for a moment, but then he smiles at Blaine. He had dozens of questions to ask, but he keeps them for later. Giving Blaine one last smile, he walks towards the secretary to hand her his slip. He took a good five minutes to find it, and he shuffles back to class after handing it in.

Wes and David settle next to Kurt on the sofa, making it sink lower with their weight.

"I heard a kid named Blaine transferred here. Is he who I think he is? We all know only one Blaine after all," says David.

Wes and David, being Kurt's closest friends at Dalton, were no strangers to Blaine. They had never met him, but they seemed to know enough from all the stories Kurt had told them about Blaine.

"Yes he is," replies Kurt, tapping his pen on the textbook he was trying to focus on.

"But I thought Blaine wasn't allowed out of the hospital except on occasions," says Wes.

"I thought so too. I'm going to ask him later, though," Kurt replies, still frowning at the maths equation he was trying to get through his mind.

The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch hour and making Kurt groan. "I haven't even understood this yet!"

David chuckles at Kurt. "Come on, you can study later. Biology class is starting up." He gets up, dragging Kurt with him to class.

Kurt sighs and rests his head on his dorm room's door. This day had exhausted him enough, and the only thing he was looking forward to right now was lying in bed and sleeping.

He takes a shaky breath and turns the knob, stepping inside the room. Blaine was nowhere to be seen. For one crazy second, Kurt thinks that this morning was a dream and that there was no way that Blaine was here, but after another look around the room, Kurt realizes that it wasn't a dream. There was a bag full of clothes laying on the once empty bed, and Kurt was sure it wasn't his.

Blaine was probably running late a bit late. He was probably lost in one of the many halls which Dalton possessed.

Kurt ventures forward into the room, taking in Blaine's luggage. He didn't have much, just that one bag laying on the bed and after one glance into it, he realizes it was filled up with the clothes that they had bought yesterday. No wonder he requested to go shopping, Kurt thinks. I wonder how long he knew about this.

A finger trails up Kurt's spine starting from the base, making Kurt yelp and swivel around. He comes face to face with Blaine. Kurt audibly exhales and places his hand over his heart. "Blaine! You scared me. I didn't see you there."

Blaine chuckles at Kurt. "You always were such a scaredy cat."

Kurt scoffs and rolls his eyes, smiling slightly. He settles on Blaine's bed, right next to the suitcase. "So... what are you doing here? At Dalton?"

Blaine sits down too before speaking, on the other side of the suitcase. "I got discharged from the hospital," he exclaims.

Kurt is rendered speechless for a moment. "You... you did?"

"Yeah. Why are you so surprised? You make it seem as if I was hopeless," Blaine jokes, slightly punching Kurt's arm.

Kurt had no idea why Blaine was in the hospital in the first place, so he had no idea what to think. "It's not that, it's just... I've gotten used to seeing you in the hospital all the time. It's been years after all. I just never expected to see you out of there so soon."

"Well I am, so you better expect to see me everyday from now on," Blaine says, standing up. He takes a couple of shirts out of the suitcase and tosses them at Kurt, hitting him square on the face. "Now help me unpack."

Kurt laughs and hurls them back at Blaine, but gets up to help him.

Two hours later, Kurt find himself sitting in the common room with Blaine, Wes and David laughing and enjoying his time. These were the times he lived for through his friendship with Blaine, and not having to drive everyday to hang out with him was definitely something he was glad he didn't have to do anymore.

Kurt was glad that Wes and David seemed to like Blaine. They were going to spend time with him a lot nowadays, after all.

"So, Blaine, why were you staying at the hospital, anyway?" David asks, a smile still adorning his face, from the joke that Blaine had said a moment ago.

Kurt's smile instantly freezes at that question and he chances a quick glance at Blaine. Kurt knew Blaine didn't like being asked about his past or the reason why he was staying at the hospital, but Kurt was glad to see that the smile didn't falter off Blaine's face at all.

"I was sick, but not anymore. It doesn't matter now, though. I'm out. That's what matters," Blaine replies.

Kurt inwardly cringes when David persists again. "Oh come on, just tell us. It doesn't matter now, right?"

Blaine leans forward, and gestures for Wes and David to do the same, as if he was just about to share a secret. He stays silent for a moment, building up the tension, before whispering, "They thought I was mental because I killed someone."

Kurt's horror stricken face was a replica of Wes and David's. No one knew what to say, so they didn't say anything. After all, what does a person normally say when someone confesses a murder?

Blaine's laughing suddenly breaks the silence. "Guys, I was just kidding."

Kurt shakes his head and punches Blaine's arm. "You idiot, you're supposed to give them a great first impression and not scare the crap out of them," he says, chuckling.

Blaine just laughs. "You should have seen their expression, though. You seriously believed me."

Wes and David's expressions visibly ease up at the realization that Blaine was only kidding, and ten minutes later, they had all forgotten about it.

Three weeks later, Kurt's life had taken a steady rhythm. Life was going relatively great for him. He'd wake up, go to classes, come back from classes an hang out with Blaine. Somedays they would just hang out at Dalton, but most days they would go to this coffee shop that was near Dalton which sold the most amazing coffee Kurt had ever tasted. Blaine and him would head back at night, and settle down to sleep.

Burt apparently knew about Blaine's discharge before Kurt, but Blaine requested him to keep it as a surprise to Kurt. Kurt still had no idea why Blaine was even in the hospital to begin with. Getting discharged meant that Blaine had gotten better, didn't it? But Kurt hadn't noticed any change in Blaine's behavior at all.

Kurt stopped thinking about that too much. Why should he? Blaine was out, and that was all what mattered.

It was in the middle of the night on a friday when Kurt's normal schedule didn't go as planned. He was dreaming, when a thud woke him up.

He cracks an eye open to see Blaine sprawled on the floor. He must have fallen down while getting up from the bed.

Blaine whispers a curse and stands up, before heading towards the closet. Kurt opens his mouth to ask what Blaine was doing when he sees him taking clothes out of his closest, but decides to just observe what Blaine was doing.

Blaine takes out a pair of pants, and wears them over his boxers before wearing a shirt and a hoodie. He then bends to get his sneakers from the closest, puts them on and heads towards the door. He opens it, steps out of the dorm room and closes it slowly.

Kurt props himself on his elbows and frowns at the now closed door. Where did Blaine go? Kurt was sure that he wasn't headed to the bathroom, since they had one in their dorm room just like every other student attending Dalton. The cafeteria was closed at this time of the night, and if Blaine needed to get a snack from the dorm's kitchen, he didn't need to get dressed for it.

Kurt settles on his back, deciding not to go after Blaine. Maybe he was going for a snack, after all.

But three hour later, Blaine still wasn't back and Kurt was worried more than ever. He had tried to sleep an hour ago but his clenched stomach wouldn't let him.

He rolls on his back and glances at the door, but no one steps in the dorm. After fifteen more minutes of tossing and turning, the door finally opens and Blaine steps in.

Kurt is out of bed in a matter of seconds. "Blaine! Where were you? You had me worried sick," he says.

Blaine is obviously startled at Kurt's sudden greeting. "Kurt," he exclaims. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"I woke up and saw you leave, three hours ago, Blaine. Where did you go?" Kurt says, glaring at Blaine.

"I couldn't sleep, so I headed to the common room to watch t.v," Blaine replies, gesturing towards the door.

"So why did you get dressed up?" asks Kurt.

Blaine looks down at his clothes. "I just didn't want to be dressed in boxers, in case someone walked in," he says.

Kurt doesn't say that Blaine could've just dressed in sweats, and that the shoes weren't needed. He had no idea why he was feeling cynical. This was Blaine he was talking to, after all. But Blaine's explanation didn't seem that absurd. Blaine always had trouble sleeping, after all.

So he just runs his hand through his hair and sits down on his bed. "Just... just don't do that again, okay?"

"I won't. I'm sorry, I worried you," Blaine says, sitting down next to Kurt. "I'm glad to know my absence got you worried."

Kurt shakes his head at Blaine. "Well I'm glad my suffering gave your ego a boost," he jokes. Kurt lays down under his blankets, while Blaine takes off his shoes and clothes to go back to sleep. "Blaine?" he asks.

"Yeah?"

"You can sleep with me, if your still having nightmares," says Kurt.

Blaine looks back at Kurt with a smirk on his face.

Kurt's face turns a deep rosy color. "Not like that! I didn't mean it like that. What I meant, is that you can sleep in the same bed as me if you're having trouble sleeping," Kurt explains again.

Blaine laughs at Kurt and slides into the bed, next to Kurt.

"Thanks," he whispers, after a minute.

Kurt just nods, and not long after they were both already asleep in each others arms.

Hey everyone, I wanted to thank you for the reviews/alerts/favorites that I had gotten from you. You guys truly are awesome. And I know that nothing much happens in this chapter, but that's because it's only a filler. I just needed to get Blaine settled into Dalton. I promise though, that some action will happen in the next chapter, now that this whole thing is over.

So I hope you like this story (I'm not saying chapter because I know that there was nothing charming about it. It was a pain for me to write it down, after all.) and if you do, then drop me a review. A few words from the reader can brighten up an author's day, remember that ;)