Hello. This is my first Glee fan fiction, and my first fan fiction on this site. I've had a bit of an obsession for Klaine for the longest while, and this is the result of that obsession. I hope it's not too atrocious.

Anyway. This story is basically my idea of how Kurt's life at Dalton should have gone and how Klaine's relationship should progress. It's AU, but just a little. For my purposes, Blaine, Wes, and David are all juniors in this fan fiction. I hope you don't frown too much on this. Also, I really do love the idea of Wes and David being absolutely crazy, and so if I want to incorporate that, of course they have to be a little OC. I might also have borrowed some ideas from other FFs I've read subconsciously (honestly I have no idea if I have or not), but if I have then I apologize and I promise it was totally unintentional.

Please be kind and leave behind a review!

Disclaimer: I think it's obvious that I don't own Glee or any of its wonderful characters. If I did, [spoiler alert] Klaine would have already gotten together, there would have been no Justin Bieber in Comeback, the scenes in Silly Love songs would have played out much differently, and Sam would not have gotten together with Santana. But I suppose Ryan Murphy and Co. know what they're doing better than I do.

Rating is for some mild language and potentially suggestive themes later in the story.

Kurt pulled into the parking lot of Dalton Academy. His new high school. Goodness, he'd have to get used to the thought.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to still the tremors that reverberated through his spine. His new school, where he'd be staying overnight without contact from his friends beyond text messages for the next several months. Where supposedly he would find refuge from the nightmares that had haunted him at McKinley. He'd have to believe it when he saw it.

Kurt stared down at his white hands, still visibly shaking. Another several deep breaths and he was completely still. He cast one more look into the rear-view mirror to make sure his hair was smoothed down in just the right way. He probably had only a very small window to make a good impression on the dapper young gentlemen of Dalton, and he had to do all he could to make sure he was accepted here.

He didn't want this all to be a waste of money, on his parents' part, or a waste of hope, on his.

Plastering his signature cocky grin on his lips, he got out of his beloved Navigator, adjusting the strap of his familiar bag on his shoulder. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping a quick message to Blaine.

Hey, I'm here, meet me in the lobby?

Sure, give me a few seconds, I'll be down in a jiffy.

Who says jiffy anymore?

I'm offended, Kurt.

Kurt couldn't help but chuckle as he pushed open the door to the school's vast entrance hall. It was filled with students bustling through their daily lives, walking in groups or by themselves through a multitude of doors. Down the long, winding staircase came Blaine.

Blaine. His mentor, his only friend thus far in this place, and hopefully something more.

Kurt bit his lip. Better not get my hopes up. Just because he's gay doesn't mean anything.

"Welcome to Dalton Academy," Blaine said with a grin. "Where all your dreams come true."

"This is a school, Blaine, not Disney World," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes and a small smile. He cast a shy glance at the boy, who seemed oblivious to the way he almost hungrily drank in his face.

"One can only hope, I suppose."

"Oh, Blaine, why are you so obsessed with Disney?"

"You know you love it," Blaine laughed as they started walking towards what was presumably the front office. "So how was your week?"

"Terrible," Kurt admitted. "It was terrible because Karofsky still pushed me into lockers. Might I say it got worse these last few days, right after he found out I was leaving? Not to mention I'm not going to see my friends for a horribly long period of time. And I got slushie all over my brand new Givenchy pants. Do you know how hard it is to walk around all day with artificial food coloring staining your crotch? Quite, when most witnesses think you've had an accident."

"Rough," Blaine said with a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry." He threw his arm around Kurt's shoulders, and the slightly taller boy desperately wished that it was more than just a gesture of good friendship.

"Well, hello there," Wes said, coming out of nowhere to push Blaine out of the way.

"Haven't we met before?" David was suddenly on his right.

"Why yes, I think we have," Wes said in mock surprise.

"Is this not our endearing little spy?"

"Ah yes, that's the one!"

"Oh, you guys," Blaine said with a tone that hinted at exasperation. "Anyway. I'm guessing you're staying in our dorms, Kurt?"

"All my things are in the car," Kurt confirmed. "I'd rather stay here than commute every single morning, after all."

"A sensible and most splendid choice you've made, sir," David chimed in.

"All right, then, we should probably take you the office. They'll give you information on everything you need to know – your room, your schedule, et cetera."

"Not so fast, Blainey-dear!" Wes sang.

"We need to give Kurt the tour," David said. "You go get the info, Wes and I here will show Kurt the school's deepest secrets."

"We cannot hope to show you all," Wes said in a conspiratory whisper. "We don't have a Marauder's Map. But we like to think we've plunged deep into the figurative bowels of Dalton, if not all the way."

"TMI," Blaine muttered. "All right, if you guys insist. Careful with these nutjobs, Kurt."

"I resent that name," Wes scoffed, hooking his arm through Kurt's. David took the bewildered kid's other arm, and the two dragged the poor boy off to who knows where.

Blaine exhaled. He supposed they thought they were doing him a favor by talking to Kurt.

Well, so what if he had spent the past few weeks obsessing over the Kurt's arrival? What if he had been playing Disney love songs on loop for the past day or possibly more? What if he couldn't stop thinking about those beautiful blue eyes and that porcelain skin?

So what?

"That's the library, never go in there unless you want the librarian to throw books at your head," Wes said as they zoomed by.

"She only throws books at you, Wes. And that was once. You made her angry, and for good reason."

"Oh yeah, I tend to do that often, don't I. There's the meal hall, where all the magic happens."

"The food's delicious," David added.

"Indeed it is. This is one of the classroom wings. Nightmares are abound here."

"You only say that because all the teachers in there hate your guts."

"True, true," Wes amended. "Here's the Warbler practice room, complete with a grand piano and nice comfy couches. You're going to be in here a lot, if you join us."

"Which you most certainly will," David said. "After all, Blaine says you're quite the singer."

"He's never heard me sing," Kurt grumbled. His head was spinning from the so-called 'tour'. They had been running around for five minutes and had already come across half the school. It was almost more than he could take in.

"Anyway," Wes said, tugging him away. "Those are the common rooms, where boys get to relax, blah blah blah. Up those stairs are the dorms."

"I wonder who you'll be rooming with," David said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I'm with Blaine, so maybe you'll be stuck with Wes."

"You make me sound like a bad thing," Wes complained.

"Have you seen the state of your room lately? Not having a roommate is unhealthy for you."

"Touché."

"Hello, guys. How's the tour going so far?" Blaine had come back from the office, a thick folder in his arms. "This is all yours, Kurt."

"If you haven't noticed, I can't exactly take it right now," Kurt said darkly, gesturing to his current predicament. "I'm kind of squished by two insane people."

"Hey, that's not nice," David said. "We are totally sane."

"Right, because having the complete set of Friends on DVD and watching them over and over again on Sunday mornings is sane," Blaine interjected.

"Look who's talking, Disney fanboy," David retorted. "I swear, if I have to listen to you sing to I'll Make a Man Out of You again…"

"Uh, guys, can you let go of me now?" Kurt said.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Wes and David said simultaneously, releasing him.

"Well, we've shown you the school now," Wes said.

"Are you kidding me? I barely glanced at everything you showed me before you dragged me away!"

"I suppose we should let you go to your dorm now," David sighed theatrically, pointedly ignoring Kurt's comment. "Oh, well. We'll have more fun later when you meet the Warblers."

"If you thought these two are crazy, wait until you meet the others," Blaine muttered to Kurt.

"I find that hard to believe," Kurt murmured back, watching as Blaine and Wes danced around each other in the general direction of the meal hall.

"Oh, it's possible, trust me."

It turned out Kurt was rooming with Wes – a fact that he mockingly groaned about, although he was actually relieved that he had already gotten over any awkward introductions. Besides, someone needed to control Wes's bouncing-off-the-walls attitude.

Blaine and Kurt walked into the dorm room, lugging behind several suitcases.

"Oh my God, David was right," Kurt said, his eyes widening in mild disgust. Blazers and boxers were strewn all over the place. Empty pizza boxes and crumpled soda cans littered the floor. The covers on both beds were in a mess – a feat Kurt wasn't sure how Wes had accomplished, seeing as he had been living by himself for a while. There was an unidentifiable stench that permeated the air from the direction of the bathroom sink, although it kind of reminded him of rotting eggs and dirty socks.

"I pity you," Blaine said sincerely, pulling the two cases in his hands to a standstill. "Good luck coping with all of this."

"When Wes comes back, we're going to have a nice little heart to heart," Kurt said in a tone that made Blaine very scared. "And whether he likes it or not, by tomorrow this room is going to be spotless."

"Um, I'm going to, ah, leave now," Blaine said, creeping out the door.

As soon as he was in the hallway, he ran into David and Wes.

"Wes, you are so totally screwed," Blaine said frankly. "So, so screwed."

"Why?" Wes asked, bewildered.

"WES, IS THAT YOU?" All three of them flinched. "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE OR I WILL DRAG IT IN!"

"I'm scared," Wes whined.

"Be strong," David said with a solemn expression on his face.

Wes walked into his room, and the shouting match – well, it was actually very one-sided – that followed evacuated the entire dorm wing for a whole twenty minutes.

The next morning, Blaine and David walked in to see a room that was completely clean of any dirty underwear or potentially hazardous waste. Kurt was calmly putting on his blazer (which Blaine had to admit looked very sexy on him), while Wes was shut in the bathroom doing who knows what.

"Impressive," Blaine whistled. "We've been trying to get him to clean up in here for ages. How on earth did you do it?"

"I have my ways," Kurt said with a smirk. "Come on, let's get to class."