Kurt Hummel was a broken soul, at least that's how his father, Burt Hummel, described him. The meaning of a broken soul, Kurt recently discovered, is when who you ae on the inside doesn't match who you are on the outside. Kurt thought about that a lot, and wondered what his dad saw to think of him like that. Kurt knew on the inside he was broken. His mind was like a deadly disease, and his heart, a pile of broken glass. But on the outside, he was the image of perfection. He was always smiling and laughing. When he sang in Glee club, his voice was joyful and full of life. But it was all an act that Kurt portrayed, a made of character of the person Kurt wished he was. But Kurt Hummel was not that person. Kurt Hummel was a broken soul.

Kurt was on his way to his new life, at Dalton Academy. He felt sick, his stomach tied in knots, as his father drove in silence. Finn Hudson, his step brother, was sat beside him, balancing a cardboard box of Kurt's belongings on his knee.

Kurt surprised himself with the fact that he wasn't crying. He knew life would be hard, harder than it was, to live two hours away from his family and friends.

"We're here," Burt's deep tone broke the silence. The old truck rolled over the gravel drive way, nearing the old building which was to be Kurt's new home. The building was, whilst very old, very beautiful. Kurt wasn't surprised the tuition cost so much. The car came to a stop and Kurt climbed out of the car. He stared up at the castle like building and jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He span around and Finn was stood there, smiling sadly at him.

"Promise to come visit every weekend?" He asked. Kurt nodded. Burt handed him a box from the boot and handed it to him.

"Come on, kiddo." He said, nodding to the large front doors of the school.

Stood in the opening was a woman, presumably the head mistress of Dalton. She was smiling politely, and gave a small wave at the trio.

This was it, Kurt thought. No turning back now.

After all the paperwork was filled in and Kurt was informed on everything he need to know, he was shown to his room. As it was an all boy's school, Kurt would have to share with one, which he was dreading. Guys never treated him very well, hence the moving away. His heart was in his throat as he followed his new teacher through the corridors. They finally reached room number 206, and the teacher knocked twice on the door. A few seconds passed before the door flew open, revealing a short, curly haired boy. He looked blankly between the people in front of him. He had headphones in, and through them was music loud enough to hear normally.

He nodded once before turning around, disappearing off into the room, leaving the door open behind him. The teacher sighed.

"That's Blaine, your new room mate." Kurt didn't remember her name.

"Seems nice," Burt commented sarcastically.

"He's had a hard life before here," She walked into the room, indicating for the others to follow.

Kurt admired the large room as he stepped inside. Everything was white, making the room look impeccably clean. What was strange was that the room was impressively tidy, to say it belonged to a teenage boy. Said boy, Blaine was it?, was sorting through a bag on the left side of his room. On the side was his bed, and next to it a desk littered with books and pencils and a reading lamp. There was a desk of drawers and some other belongings. On observation, Kurt realised his side of the room was almost the same.

The boy, who still had his headphones in, turned and nodded at the group before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

"I'll leave you to get settled. If you have any problems with your classes tomorrow, come and find me," The teacher smiled politely before following Blaine out of the room.

Burt whistled, taking in the room. "This is a really nice place."

"Yeah. Definitely better than McKinley." Kurt cracked a smile.

Two hours later, and Kurt was finally settled in. Well, in the physical sense at least. Finn was sat on Kurt's bed, bouncing lightly up and down. Burt was admiring the view from the window, whilst Kurt observed the two. He really was going to miss them. Thinking of it made his eyes tear up, and he willed himself to stop.

"We should probably get going. It's a two our drive back to Lima, and I told Carol we would be back for dinner," Burt said sadly. Finn nodded.

"You're still coming to get me on Saturday, right?" Kurt asked Finn.

"Sure thing, bro. I wouldn't miss it," They shared an awkward hug and nervous laughter.

"Call me anytime. I mean it," Burt said, embracing Kurt in a bear hug. Before Kurt could start crying, his dad and step brother left. But he didn't cry. Instead, he dropped down onto his new bed, which was surprisingly comfortable, and stared up at the ceiling.

He got lost in thought, fantasising about his new school. He wondered if he would even make any friends, or if he would just be miserable like back in McKinley. As an all boy's school, he imagined there being more gay guys he could possibly crush on, but knowing his luck, the odds were slim.

Thinking of this brought him to the McKinley locker rooms, late one Friday after school. He had stayed back to rehearse a song with Rachel, and went to get something out of Finn's locker for him. The lights were off, the only source coming from the corridor outside. He had slammed the locker shut, and span around to leave, only to find Dave Karofsky in his way. Kurt jumped, and stumbled backwards. The lock dug into his back, making him wince in pain. He knew what was coming, and he held back a cry. Karofsky moved carefully towards him, a sick grin plastered on his face.

Before the memory could play out, Kurt jumped up. His eyes stung, and his cheeks were wet. It was just a dream, He thought. Just a god damn dream.

He took a deep, shaky breath, and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was alone in the room.

He wondered if Blaine had come by when he was sleeping and immediately felt embarrassed. He ran a hand through his messy hair and closed his eyes.

The alarm clock on Blaine's desk read 3:23, which meant Kurt had only fell asleep for an hour or so.

He decided to charge up his phone and see if he had any texts, which was doubtful. He also checked out the bathroom, which was an en suite, and bigger than the one at home. There was a bath tub, and above it a shower head attached to the wall. There was a large mirror on the opposite wall, and a sink and toilet. One half of the counter displayed all the toiletries a teenage boy would need, and the other was completely sparse. Kurt figured that was his side. He had all he need in a toiletries bag, and was too tired to empty it out. Instead, he placed his palms on the cold porcelain bench and stared at himself in the mirror. His hollow cheeks made him look almost sick, and his strangely coloured eyes were almost lifeless.

He was the shadow of the person he used to be, a ghost almost. He felt sick to feel like this, so numb.

He jumped when he heard the door slam shut and composed himself. He left the bathroom, nervous to be alone with this guy, and sat on his bed. He pulled his legs up under his chin.

Blaine hadn't yet realised that Kurt was there, and when he turned around, he jumped, eyes wide. He took his headphones out as he perched on the end of his bed.

"Hey," He said.

"Hey," Kurt replied. Blaine studied Kurt for a moment, his eyes searching Kurt's. Kurt's breath hitched in his throat, his anxiety hitting him in powerful waves.

"What's your name?" The other boy asked.

"Kurt," He replied. The boy nodded and, without saying anything else, put his headphones back in and pulled a sketch pad out of his bag. He leaned against the wall and began to draw, all the while Kurt was observing him.

Strangely enough, Blaine seemed much like himself. Reserved, quite. Kurt wondered what his story was, and what his life was like before Dalton. The head had said that Blaine had had a bad life. Perhaps Dalton was a safe haven of sorts. Perhaps not.

Kurt was sat on the window sill, staring out of the bay window, admiring the grounds, when his phone rang. He jumped at the sudden increase of volume. He had been sat in silence, the only muffled sounds coming from Blaine's headphones and outside. Kurt picked up his phone from his bed and saw that Rachel, a friend from McKinley, was calling. Confused, he answered, glancing at Blaine as he did so.

"Hey, Rachel," He said, assuming she had accidently dialled him or something.

"Hey, Kurt! How's your new school! I miss you already!" Kurt was surprised. Rachel never really seemed to care about Kurt, only when it suited her.

"It looks good so far," Was all he said. He was still confused to come up with a more reasonable answer.

"Finn said he's coming to get you on Saturday. Do you mind if I come? It'd be great to see you."

"Um. Sure. Why?"

Rachel laughed. "We're friends, that's why. Anyway, I have to go, but I'll talk later."

"Okay, bye." Rachel hung up and Kurt flung his phone onto his bed.

"I'm going to get food. Want anything?" Kurt jumped at the sudden increase in volume. Blaine was stood beside the door, slowly opening it. Kurt shook his head.

"No thank you." He hadn't eaten all day, but he wasn't hungry. He never seemed to be hungry anymore.

Blaine left, shutting the door quietly behind him. Kurt glanced at the alarm clock on his desk, which read 6:30. He decided to pull out his laptop from his messenger bag and create an autumn playlist. It was already getting dark outside, which Kurt loved. Growing up Halloween was always his favourite season, as was autumn. He didn't know what is was he loved, it just made him feel content somehow.

As he created his playlist, he found himself humming along to the songs of his favourite Halloween films. It didn't take long and once he was finished, he shoved his headphones in his ears and lay down. His intention was not to sleep, only to rest his eyes. But these days he had been so tired. It didn't help that he wasn't eating properly, and the nightmares that kept him up most nights didn't help either.

As his music played, Kurt thought about the upcoming school trip. It was a wilderness weekend during the October holidays and, as far as he was aware, it was compulsory. He was not looking forward to it.

Blaine entered the room an hour later so silently that Kurt didn't even realise. Or maybe it was just because Kurt had headphones in, but he jumped out of his skin when he saw Blaine out of the corner of his eye. Kurt sat up straight once he regained composer. He was still indecisive about Blaine, who still had headphones in. The boy had not gone out of his way to make Kurt feel welcome, but Kurt also had not attempted to befriend Blaine.

Kurt was unsure on whether everyone would be so reserved, or if he had just drawn the short straw in the room mate department.