Kurt kept his head down as he walked down a long corridor. But it was just a force of habit, he new no-one was going to hurt him here. He didn't need to make himself as small as possible, as in invisible as possible because he didn't need to hide, not any more. He followed the women in front of him, her black high heeled shoes clip-clapping against the polished marble floor, and brushed his hand across his shoulder, removing a small speck of dust. His heart was hammering hard in his chest, what if they didn't like him? He looked up and around, seeing a few pupils of Dalton Academy school standing around, all where wearing there uniforms and looking at him curiously. Why couldn't they have given him his uniform now? Then he wouldn't have stuck out so much. Urgh okay breathe.

The women lead him into a spacious room where there were a large number of teenage boys lounging around on the couches and a few sitting on the floor. A small number where reading books while most of them where talking and hanging out, all of them wore the same identical navy school uniform. Although a few where wearing navy blazers with red piping as well as a red and navy striped tie. As soon as he walked in the room Kurt did the normal routine, scanning the room for anything or one to avoid before dropping his head again. Everyone was looking at him, but none of them where glaring, a few even smiled at him.

"Okay boys, can I have your attention a sec?" The women called, Kurt looked up at her...Damn what was her name again?

All the boys stopped there conversations and looked up too, Kurt immediately looked at the floor.

"This is Kurt Hummel, he's just transferred here so guys please try not to freak him out to much with the crazy too soon?" The women laughed lightly, "Anyhow, I know you'll all help him settle in and such."

Kurt looked up slowly, again, most of the boys were looking at him and a few were smiling kindly he smiled back at them nervously before dropping his head again. Well at least no one looks like they want to kill me. This school was meant to have a no bulling policy but he was still certain that was impossible, especially with a school crammed with teenage boys, probably the cruellest things in the world.

The women put her hand on his shoulder, making him jump slightly, even more so when she pushed him forward (rather forcefully) so he was standing in the middle of the room instead of beside the door, "So I guess you'll all be wondering who he'll be rooming with..." She said looking through a clipboard that she carried with her. "Ummm...let me see...," She ran her index finger down the page stopping about a third of the way down, "Oh," She paused, she looked up and looked around her expression slightly worried and Kurt gulped, because that's always a good sign...

The rest of the boys in the room looked at each other with frowning and worried expressions too, and that made Kurt even more nervous. Oh crap.

"With uh, Blaine Anderson," She finished. The room echoed in whispers and Kurt bit his lip, looking around at the boys who were looking back at him mirroring his expression. None of them giving him the indication that they were in fact 'Blaine Anderson.'

The women left after wishing Kurt a friendly 'good luck' leaving the group of boys to surround Kurt, they walked up to him shaking his hand, slapping him on the back and introducing themselves with grins and smiles. Kurt pretty much forgot the names as soon as they left the persons lips and if Kurt didn't know any better a few of them were...well checking him out. But that never happened, so it couldn't be. Although he did notice a boy in the corner wink at him before catching another boys eyes, they scowled at each other and Kurt blushed looking at the floor. This was not happening.

"Kurt, I'm Nick" One grinned, he had black hair in a awful cut that Kurt struggled to ignore, he had pretty pale skin (but it was noting compared to Kurt's) and a rather prominent nose. He took Kurt's hand, shaking it forcefully, "I'm sure you'll fit in just fine. Umm...this might seem a little weird and all but can you sing?"

Kurt blinked at him, ""I...ummm..."

"Nick mate, let the man breathe," Another boy said, both of them were wearing the navy blazers with red piping and red and navy ties. "I'm Thad." He had black hair and large blue eyes.

Kurt nodded, "Nice to meet you."

"So...can you sing?" Thad asked, Kurt watched as all the boys who were wearing the ties and blazers looked at him excitedly.

Kurt nodded and a few grinned at each other, " A bit."

"Perfect," Nick grinned.

"I'm Sebastian, and I'm the captain of the Warblers," Another boy said getting to his feet from a brown leather chair, he had brown hair and a very close together features that reminded Kurt of a chipmunk, and not a cute one, Sebastian came over and slapped Kurt on the back before sliding his arm around his shoulder, "How'd you like to audition to join?"

Kurt's eyes widened, the warblers were Dalton Academy's Glee club and they were amazing, he's seen them perform at the old people's home when he went to visit it Gran and he was mesmerised...although a few of the other residents weren't as fond. "Really?"

"Really, we need more numbers," Sebastian explained, "You're not...perfect as Nick here said but, you'll do as long as you're voice is good. We'll just keep you near the back."

Kurt was a little taken back, but before he could even react to the harsh words Sebastian had crossed to the other side of the room and was talking to another guy.

"Don't worry about him, he's not as bad as you think, I'm Trent by the way," A voice beside him said.

Kurt turned around and smiled at the guy, he and short hair and was on the large side but he had a comforting smile, "Nice to meet you. Are you part of the Warblers too?"

"Yep, all the guys with the striped ties are," Trent explained.

"And blazers," Another boy cut in, "I'm David. I used to be part of the counsel before Sebastian took over. Anyway sit down next to me...Jack move your ass."

Jack (who was previously laid across the whole sofa) sat up and slid to the end, Kurt thanked him with a small smile that he returned.

"So why have you transferred in the middle of a term?" David asked curiously, "You don't have to tell me but, well I'm just a..."

"Gossiping old lady," Jack suggested with a smirk.

David's voice grew tight. "Yes thanks for that."

Jack grinned and winked at Kurt, who blushed, before looking back at David," You're welcome."

David glared, "Anyway..."

Kurt bit his lip, he didn't really want everyone to know why he'd transferred here to be honest, "So which one of you is Blaine Anderson?" He asked quickly changing the subject.

"Oh...Yeah about him, just keep out of his way," Jack said frowning slightly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Well that sounds good."

"Oh no, he's harmless and all he just...he's just a bit...weird," David explained biting his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Weird?" Kurt asked, if this guy was going to be his room mate he at least wanted to know as much as he could about him.

"He doesn't like being around people, or sharing or...or talking," David said, "He doesn't talk."

Kurt frowned in confusion, "Wait you mean like...ever?"

"Nope. Not to anyone, he carries around this little note book so he can write something down if he decides to answer you, but most of the time he just sort of...stares at you until you walk away," Jack cut in, "It's kinda creepy."

"Oh, does anyone know why?" Kurt asked, insistently feeling sorry to the kid, he must have had something pretty horrible happen to him for him to stop talking.

"No, but don't try and get it out of him, he hates that," David advised him, "But it will be fine, you can hang around with us during the day and in lessons you don't have to have anything to do with him."

Kurt continued to frown, "Doesn't he have anyfriends?"

"Well," Jack paused, "No, but were pretty sure he likes it that way. I mean it's not like we're mean or anything to him. He just doesn't respond well to social interaction."

Kurt nodded, "He's he here now?"

Both David and Jack paused before scanning the room, "Ah, there." David said pointing to the far corner of the room where Kurt could just make out a small figure sitting in an armchair in the the shadows.

"Think I should talk to him?" Kurt asked staring at the figure slumped in the seat.

"I guess you could try, you are going to be living together after all," Jack shrugged sitting back in his seat.

Kurt nodded and got to his feet, smiling and nodding at a few people who welcomed him to Dalton as he walked through the crowd and stopped in front of the arm chair. The boy sitting there didn't even look up. He was sat in a very blocked of matter, his knees were pulled up to his chest and he was cradling a plain black note book to his chest with crossed arms. He had black gelled hair and deep olive brown skin, even in the dim light Kurt could tell he was a very good looking guy.

Kurt stood there shifting back and forth on his feet slightly uncomfortably, he coughed and the boys head snapped up, revealing a pair of beautiful brown hazel eyes with a hint of green and incredible bone structure.

"I...umm...Hi," Kurt said blushing furiously, What the hell Kurt! Pull it together.

The boy just stared at him, his hazel eyes burning.

"I'm Kurt," Kurt sat down in the arm chair opposite him, "I just thought I'd introduce myself considering where going to be rooming."

Blaine continued to stare at him, no trace of emotion on his face.

Kurt sighed and pulled him feet up on the chair, crossing them, "Look, from what I can tell and what others have told me about you, you having a room-mate isn't something you're exactly thrilled about. But I just want you to know that I'm not going to bother you, if you don't want me to talk to you then I won't, but I'm not going to invade you're privacy or try and get you to talk or whatever, it's you're life and I have no business in it." He explained picking at the pattern of the material of the chair he was sitting in.

Blaine tilted his head to the side slightly much like a dog would, his expression slightly curious, "However," Kurt breathed finding himself lost in Blaine's puppy dog eyes for a second, he shook himself out of it, "However, if you want to talk...or write to someone who will have no judgement, or try and help you if you don't want it. Well then I'm here. I know sometimes it can just make you feel better to let out or you're feelings and I promise whatever you tell me, if you tell me, will stay between us. You can trust me, but I know how hard it is to trust people, I really do."

Blaine watched Kurt through narrow eyes, and Kurt sighed, "I'll leave you alone then." He got to his feet and walked back over to David and Jack.

"So, how'd it go?" Jack asked and Kurt sat down elegantly between them, crossing one leg over the other.

Kurt shrugged, "I have no idea."

"What did you say?" David asked curiously.

Kurt shrugged again, "That he didn't need to worry about me trying to get him to talk, or invade his privacy."

Jack nodded, "Did he write anything down?"

"No. Why?" Kurt asked.

"Because whatever you said seemed to have made an impression," Jack smirked.

Kurt looked up to where Jack was, back to where Blaine was sitting. Blaine had obviously been starting at Kurt, as soon as there eyes met Blaine's head fell to the floor. An adorable red warm blush covered his cheeks.

Kurt smiled softly at him as Blaine slowly raised his head, Blaine got to his feet and rushed out of the room, his notebook still held snugly to his chest.

"Hmm," Jack said frowning, "Well that's a new reaction."

Kurt suddenly felt some sort of ugly, unexplainable anger bubble up in his gut, "Reaction? It's not a freaking science experiment you know," He snapped, "He's a human, and it's about time you started treating him like one."

Jack blinked, "Okay, sorry," He said holding his hands up as a sign of surrender.

Kurt paused as his anger faded, "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bite you're head off." What the hell was that?

David laughed, "Nah, I think it should happen more often. So did anyone see last night's game?"

Kurt blinked to himself leaning back against the seat he was sitting in, even in a school that had quiet a high gay student population, that didn't mean he couldn't escape sport. He liked Dalton, he definitely felt a lot safer here, but he knew it was still going to take time for him to trust people here and settle in. He sighed quietly to himself, Blaine really did have amazing eyes...

A/n: Should I continue?

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