"Dalton Academy Reform School for Boys" Kurt Hummel's face paled as the judge banged his gavel loudly, causing the teen to flinch. "Thank you Judge Abernathy." Allyssa, Kurt's lawyer, stated loudly tugging on Kurt's arm gently.
Kurt Hummel never would have believed that defending yourself against sexual assault would result in one going to a reform school. Of course there was only the finger shaped bruises on his upper arms to prove that Kurt was indeed trying to defend himself. The charges of 'Attempted Manslaughter in self defense' were dropped to "First Degree Assault and Battery" due to Dave Karofsky waking from the two week coma he had been in.
The scene had been violent in the locker room. After having taken enough of being slammed into lockers by the larger male, Kurt had followed Dave into the mens' locker room shouting after him about what in the hell his problem was. This lead to Karofsky shoving Kurt against the row of lockers, fist in his face.
"You going to hit me? Cos news flash. You cant punch the gay out of me." Kurt shouted at him and several things happened at once. Dave Karofsky kissed him. Kurt's fight or flight instinct kicked in. He shoved the larger male back with all the adrenaline and strength he could muster up and then slammed the locker door on him before turning to run from the room.
The bruises on his arms were a dark yellow now, but still there and still painful three days after his court date when he was being dropped off with one single suitcase of plain solid colored clothes. The school itself was massive, looking to be an old hospital of sorts with two single story wings that branched off the main three story building.
From the pamplet he had read, given to him by Alyssa, each wing had 12 rooms, four singles, four doubles and four triples. Kurt had, upon his orientation, been assigned to one of the triples. He watched several boys run down the hall towards one of the singles and a few teachers follow but at a slower pace. One boy, a blonde with a bright cheshire grin, alerted one of the teachers of Kurt's presence, standing outside the all glass doors of the front entrance.
"Oh! You must be the newest addition to our family. Hummel right?" the teacher looked at the roll list and nodded. "You're the only one who wasn't present at roll call so I'm assuming that's correct." The teacher, a rather large woman with wiry gray hair and a look as if she had stepped in something foul, gestured him forward.
"You know what they say about assuming something." A light voice purred in his ear, an arm settling over his shoulders.
"It makes an ass out of you, and me laughing." A rougher deeper voice replied in Kurts other ear, more weight added to his shoulders.
Kurt turned his head curiously to look at both males that had affixed themselves to him. The blonde, Kurt could now tell, was close to his height and had bright green eyes with a ring of brown around the pupil, they were facinating to look at.
"Dude. You checking out my man?" The other voice asked and Kurt's head snapped over to look at the other male. He was the same height as Kurt, his hair dark brown with a side swept fringe that hung into his caramel coloured eyes. Kurt's breath hitched. Why so many good looking guys in a reform school? Laughing softly he shoved away.
"No, no. I'm sorry, I'm just looking to set up bunk in my room and get the hell out of here as soon as possible." Kurt replied adjusting his grip on his rolling suitcase.
"He's Nick McCoy." The blonde stated taking the suitcase from Kurt.
"And He's Jeff Rory." Nick threw his arm across Kurt's shoulder again.
"We're you're room mates" They chorused with a grin.
"Nick! Jeff! Leave the new kid alone." A curly haired brunette walked over, two other boys following close behind. The two boys in question dropped what they were doing instantly. "Sorry about them. They're a bit over zealous about newcommers."
"We usually don't keep new guys on our end for long." The dark skinned boy to the brunette's left stated.
"We weren't trying to scare him Blaine." Piped Jeff.
"Honest." Nick replied as he and Jeff fell in behind Blaine with small smiles.
"I'm Blaine Anderson." The brunette held out his hand with a devious grin. "This is Blaize Eton, my half brother," he gestured to the tallest of the lot, and David Monroe." He gestured to the dark skinned male who had spoken earlier.
To Kurt these five boys were captivating, each one with his own good looking charm about him. But Kurt also noticed how everyone who passed gave him a pittying glance before heading on their way. Was there something about these boys he didn't know?
Blaize's voice pulled him out of his ravine of thoughts. "We're the Warblers."
"Excuse me the what?"
"We call ourselves the Warblers. We're what the teachers deem the "Trouble children" in Warbler wing." David explained with a smirk turning to head down the said wing with a chuckle.
"Oh, so what are you all in here for then?" Kurt asked nervously as he followed the Warblers down the hall. The banner over hall entrance read WARBLER HALL in bright yellow letters on a black backdrop.
"Grand Theft Auto." Jeff unlocked the door to their room with his key and pushed open the door.
"Twice." Nick chimmed with a laugh.
"Heroin." Blaize murmured.
"Six counts of arson for blowing up a meth lab." David added. Blaine was curiously quiet. Looking around he noticed the other boy had gone completely silent his gaze some where far away from the large room There was one set of bunkbeds in the corner, a single against the opposite wall. A couch was set up strategically placed infront of a small flatscreen TV with an X-box connected to it.
"What time is it?" David asked curiously. Kurt looked at his phone.
"Three fourty-five PM."
"Yes!" Nick and Jeff immediately jumped over the back of the couch and turned on the X-box as David practically ran out of the room. Blaize was talking quietly to Blaine and Kurt was just all sorts of confused.
"What's going on now?" Kurt asked aloud.
"Free Period starts from 3:30 to 7:30 when supper is served." Blaize replied with a smile draping his arm around Kurts shoulders once again. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you."
Kurt nodded gently. "But if the teachers catch you during supper or study time, which is after supper until lights out, you'll get your privlages ganked." Blaine took his suitcase and set it on the bed gesturing for him to follow out the door. Kurt followed wordlessly.
" We'll show you around." Blaize said gesturing to large oak double doors. "That's the library. Across the hall is the dining room, the food's not bad compared to other places." Blaine shot him a warning look that automatically shut the taller boy up.
"We usually spend our time outside though there's basketball and all sorts of sports you can play during free- Oi! Watch where you're going you twat!" a red head about Kurt's height turned then around to face Blaine with a grin.
"You and your little faggot friend gonna make me?" The red head snarled.
"Avery." Blaize warned but it was too late. Blaine flung himself at the other boy, landing a bruising punch to the taller boy's jaw.
'Avery' kneed Blaine hard in the stomach before someone, kurt assumed he was a buddy of Avery's, jumped on the brunette's back. Now Kurt didn't believe in fighting but two against one wasn't fair. "Hey!" He shouted lunging forward to grab the newest member by the hair at the nape of his neck attempting to throw him off of Blaine. Someone's elbow, maybe Avery's or maybe Blaine's caught him in the mouth as he attempted to pull Blaine away from the fray.
Blaine had his teeth sunk into Avery's upper arm, the other boy having a fist full of Blaine's curly locks. With out a second thought Kurt kicked out as hard as he could with a well placed kick catching Avery right in the groin. The red head crumbled to the ground with a loud groan and Kurt found himself being pulled by the hand away from the group at such a quick pace he stumbled a bit before being shoved against the wall a finger against his lips.
Opening his eyes panting harshly Kurt shivered in surprize. "Shh." Blaine whispered his fingers still against Kurt's lips as he looked around. Their bodies were pressed impossibly close in the small space between the two buildings and it was getting harder to breathe with the shocked blush that crept up across Kurt's cheeks. Praying to what ever extraterrestrial being was around that Blaine didn't notice his growing erection Kurt tried to move away from Blaine's impossibly warmer than usual body.
Blaize found them then and chuckled pulling the two boys from the alcove. "Coast is clear Boss." he cuffed Kurt on the shoulder gently. "That was an impressive throw there Porceline."
"I had it." Blaine dusted himself off and turned to walk away from the two boys, leaving Kurt stunned.
"Let's go get you to see the nurse, your lips bleeding. It'll probably need a few stitches, it's split pretty good." Kurt nodded gently.
Once in the nurses office Kurt looked around. The nurse, A younger woman who looked to be in her early twenties sat at the nurses desk. She looked up smiled at them both, making eyes at Blaize who winked at kurt and went over to go speak with her quietly. "Of course I can!" She jumped up and went over to Kurt to look at his lip before pulling on some gloves.
"You'll need a few stitches alright." She smiled brightly and numbed his lip with some novacaine. "It'll sting for a few days but in a week you can come back and get them out." Kurt just nodded deftly while she did what she needed to do.
When she had finished and Blaize was thanking her by means of shoving his tongue down her throat Kurt stepped outside, running his tongue over the stitches with a frown. "They'll take longer to heal that way." Blaine's voice met his ears before Kurt turned and saw the shorter male leaning against the wall outside the door.
"What ever." Kurt huffed turning to head back towards his room.
"Hey." Blaine caught up with him and nudges their shoulders together. "Thanks. For earlier I mean." Kurt nodded. Blaine laughed dently. "By the way. Welcome to Hell, Kurt." Blaine disappeared into a dark room leaving Kurt to walk the rest of the way back to his own room in silence. Hoping to catch up on the work he had been given he opened the door only to quickly shut it again. Maybe he'd come back later for his books.