Entry 1: The New Alice

This is Blaine. I have decided that in order to keep track of recent events (and so as not to lose my head) that I should start a diary. But it won't just be me writing, I am opening this diary to the public, well, the Windsor public at least. This is my first entry, the first day I am writing in this diary. I hope the idea catches on.

"…but both Medal and Harvey agree with me. If they put him in Stuart, well let's just say Windsor is going to appear normal compared to what will if they do put him in Stuart."
Kurt Hummel sat up straight, pushing aside several empty coffee cups from the day before. He rubbed his eyes to clear the mist then looked over at Blaine Anderson, who was in deep conversation with someone on his phone.
Blaine gave Kurt a quick smile before opening his mouth to continue his conversation.
"I'm not against him staying at Windsor but he's not like Kurt, or even Dwight," at this, Kurt raised an eyebrow. Who was this mysterious 'he' and what was so dangerous about boarding him in Stuart?
"Dwight was strange on his own already and Kurt was used to craziness from his old school but I'm not sure if-"
Just then Kurt's bedroom door burst opened to reveal the twins, Evan and Ethan, who wielded Nerf guns and pillows for shields. "DUCK!" Kurt screamed, just before taking cover under his sheets.
Blaine was less fortunate than Kurt. His only defense was to throw himself to the floor and let his back take most of the impact.
"Duck? What duck? Blaine what's going on over there?" Shane's voice echoed from the phone, filled with confusion.
Kurt peeked from beneath his safe haven, only to have a nerf gun bullet hit him in the eye.
"Ow!" he cried out. The firing ceased as Evan and Ethan checked to see if Kurt was okay. They moved cautiously, stepping over a still floor-ridden Blaine towards Kurt's bed.
"Alice? Are you hurt?" Evan asked, peeling the covers from Kurt's fingers.
"I'm in a perfect condition, thanks for asking," he sat up again, holding his hands out for the guns, "why on earth are you running around like hooligans, firing at everyone? Your weekly nerf gun battle isn't until Thursday."
The Tweedles grinned.
It was true, their weekly battles were usually held on Mondays and Thursdays, spaced so widely to give the Windsor boarders time to recover from these vicious attacks. Blaine rose from the floor, dusted his blazer off and picked up the phone.
"Everything's fine Shane. It was just a surprise attack from the Tweedles."
A knowing 'hmm' sound came from the phone's speaker before Blaine ended the call. He shot a stern look at the twins, "Okay you two. Explain yourselves."
Evan, or possibly Ethan, stepped towards Blaine after placing his nerf gun in Kurt's outstretched hand.
"It's just two weeks before vacation you guys! Isn't that cause for celebration?" Blaine grimaced as he noticed Kurt's eye, which was now turning a very rare shade of purple. "Of course it is, Ethan" the twin shook his head, "er, Evan," Blaine corrected himself, "but can't you find a better way to celebrate… besides shooting people with nerf guns?"
The Tweedles tossed their hands in synchronization, as if Blaine's question was nothing more than a pesky fly.
Now that Blaine had them distracted, at least for a moment, Kurt was able to wrench the other nerf gun out of Ethan's hand. Ethan didn't protest though, as something else had already caught his three second attention span.
"Ooh, is this the new Alice? White Rabbit, you've been holding out on us!" he cried, grabbing a page from Blaine's bed and staring at it. Kurt's face paled, "What? What new Alice? I thought I was Alice?"
Blaine looked incredulous, "You'd honestly rather retain your status as Alice?"
Kurt fixed his hair. "Well, I worked hard to get it." Blaine smiled and wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, "You weren't even looking to get it, you just got lost and the Tweedles found you."
Kurt laughed. He recalled fondly last semester when he had first come to Dalton. Boy, had that been an eventful year. He'd had a chance to return to McKinley High but after some unforeseen events, including becoming Blaine's significant other as Wes would like to say, he had chosen to stay here at Dalton with all the crazies.
Kurt placed the nerf guns on the desk beside him and cupped Blaine's head in his hands.
"Who is this new Alice anyway?" As if on cue a car horn beeped and Wes walked the bedroom door. His brow wrinkled as he took in the sight. Empty coffee cups covered Kurt's bed and the floor; the Tweedles' heads were bent together, reading up on the new 'Alice' while Blaine and Kurt cuddled.
"Uh, Blaine I hate to interrupt," all four boys turned their attention to Wes, "or maybe I don't. Harvey said to tell you and Charlie that the newest boarder, Carter Hightower, is here?" His intonation made it a question, signifying he was just as curious about this new boy as the twins and Kurt were.
Blaine nodded and released his boyfriend reluctantly.
"Tweedles, leave Kurt alone so he can get dressed," Blaine ordered, taking on his former prefect tone.
The twins giggled, "We'd rather keep him company," Evan said. "So we can see what's so interesting about Alice here that takes a crane to extract you from him."
Blaine blushed, wishing that at this moment he could use one of Dwight's spells to make himself disappear. "Come on Blaine, the new kid is waiting." Kurt smiled as both Blaine and Wes disappeared downstairs. He didn't seem to notice the twins watching him mischievous grins of their faces, holding their nerf guns in their hands.

Carter Hightower didn't know what to expect from Dalton Academy. He knew it was another prep school for boys, and that they had an A Cappella show choir group called the Warblers. He also knew that like other schools, Dalton had its inside rivalries, gays and crazies. His cousin Logan Wright, who also attended Dalton, was one of them.
Just arrived at Dalton… are you guys still on the plane- Carter H.
A response from his forever busy father came a few minutes later, just as Carter was getting out of the limo.
Yes we are. There was a delay in the flight. Try your hardest to be good at Dalton, don't embarrass your cousin- Ronald H.
Carter sighed. Leave it to dad. Always thinking of other people before his own son.
"Carter Hightower!" He looked up to find three boys and two men walking towards him quickly from one of the grand buildings. Carter smiled and waved, even though he didn't know any one of them.
He waved again then turned to the task of counting his suitcases and his driver placed them next to him. When he looked up, the welcoming party had come to a stop right in front of him.
"Umm…"
"Mr. Hightower, my name is Howard," the taller man extended his hand. Carter didn't shake it. "It's Master Hightower actually, my father is the mister." He turned to Charlie, the seemingly friendliest of the group.
"Who are you?" Charlie smiled.
"My name's Charlie but most of my friends call me Chaz. I'll be your prefect, providing you approve of staying in Windsor," Chaz arched an eyebrow in question. Carter nodded, "Do I have a reason not to?"
Howard, having got over the sting of 'being left hanging' joined in the conversation.
"No, you do not. Windsor is a wonderful house and I'm sure Charlie, Blaine, Wes and the rest of the boys will show you a wonderful time."
The three boys looked at each other in confusion. They'd had a hard enough time trying to get Kurt into Windsor with Howard, and now he was just handing the boarding option to Carter on a silver platter.
However, the boys did nothing but nod like bobbleheads to everything Howard and Harvey said.
Carter seemed disinterested in everything Harvey had to say about the Warblers, which Blaine and Wes noted with distaste.
"Mr. Howard if I could cut in?" Charlie interrupted, "I know school starts at 12:30 today because of board meetings and what not but I'm sure Carter would like to be properly settled in Windsor well before 11. Wouldn't you Carter?"
It was a hint, an opening for the schmooze fest to be over. Carter nodded, "Yes I would. So if you could just tell me where…" But Howard was way ahead of him.
"You'll be rooming with Kurt Hummel, which means Blaine," he turned to the young Anderson, whose face was somewhat pale upon hearing this news, "you'll be moving in with… Dwight. Is that okay?" Of course when Howard asked if it was okay he didn't really expect an answer, life was rhetorical in his mind. Blaine nodded, not willing to trust his voice at that moment.
I'm moving away from Kurt he thought.
Of course you're not goofball, he'll be a short walk away his conscience argued. Blaine sighed. He knew he was being stupid, besides, Howard had already warned them that if Blaine and Kurt couldn't keep their feelings in check on campus then they would be separated, house-wise.
"Blaine?" He snapped out of his thoughts.
"Yes, Wes?"
"We're taking Carter to his room, are you coming or are you just going to stand out here and stare at the entrance gate all day?" Blaine blushed.
"No, I'm coming Wes."

Carter didn't quite understand the boy who sat opposite from him in his new bedroom. Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel. He turned the name over and over in his mind. After that didn't help, he had turned over his appearance in his mind. Pale skin, fancy clothes, greased hair and eyes he just could not understand.
They reminded him of his girlfriend Hannah. Her eyes were of a similar colour. Glasz. He'd only heard that word a few times in his life. It had mostly come from Logan, whenever he called in a panic, feuding about Blaine and this boy, Kurt, that he claimed to be in love with. Glasz. It looked better on Kurt than it did on Hannah.
"You said your name was Kurt?" The boy, who had been staring into space while Carter had stared into his eyes blinked.
"Yes, yes. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel." Carter suppressed a laugh.
"Elizabeth?"
Kurt stiffened, "Yes."
"That's… interesting. Can I ask you… a personal question?" Kurt kept his guard up. He was used to smart, cocky guys like this. "Go ahead."
"Why do you look so damn perfect?" The question was unexpected even by the asker. What he'd really meant to ask was if Kurt was gay but his mouth had said something different. At first, Kurt frowned, but seeing the boy wasn't joking or flirting, he allowed a smile on his lips. "I try my best. If you want I could give you a few fashion tips," Carter contemplated this, "if you want." Kurt finished quickly. Carter stood up, then sat on next to Kurt on his bed.
"I've been to three different schools in one year. And not once, has anyone offered to give me fashion tips." They both laughed.
"So is that a yes?" Kurt said, not even hoping that the boy wouldn't scoff.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I'd be honored to receive fashion tips from you." Carter reached to shake his hand but at that moment his phone rang. "Could you pass that Liza?"
Liza? It was right then and there Kurt felt a connection. This new kid, this new Alice, was a potential best friend. A male Mercedes, he thought. Someone he knew he could trust. He didn't know how he knew… he just did.
As he passed the phone to Carter he noticed who was calling. 'Hannah'. She was beautiful. "Is she your girlfriend?" Carter nodded, "Yep." Kurt smiled, "She's beautiful. Have you two been dating long?"
"It's our two year anniversary next week. I haven't called her since I got on the plane to come here though, so I better take this." He motioned towards the door. Kurt nodded and let him go, even though he had more questions for his new roommate. There was something weird about the way he avoided the topic about talking about his girlfriend. His answers had been short and curt (no pun intended). Well everyone has their secrets he thought. Out loud all he said was, "Whew, now I'll have time to finish that paper. No Blaine, twins or new roommate are here to distract me." Kurt rethought that sentence. Blaine wasn't exactly a distraction… sometimes he did help Kurt with his homework or ward off the others from bothering him. Nope, Blaine wasn't a distraction. He was more of a blessing wrapped in handsome, with some sexy drizzled on it.
Now there was a distraction.

"I don't understand," Evan whined, "why can't we meet the new Alice?" Ethan complained, finishing his brother's sentence. Blaine sighed, losing his patience. "Because he's not used to crazy. He's a Hightower and Hightowers usually live in posh elegance," Blaine said, adding an English accent to prove a point. Wes laughed.
"What?" Blaine looked mystified.
"I was trying to picture you as an Englishman," Wes paused to let the others imagine it, "not going to happen." Charlie nodded in agreement, failing to hold in a few giggles.
"Seriously guys," Blaine protested after a few minutes of their teasing, "I want to be sure that Carter can handle it. His parents are rich. If something goes wrong, they might sue the school. I don't want that to happen."
Evan frowned, "What do you mean 'if' something happens? Blaine, like it or not, Carter is one of us now." Ethan took up his brother's sentence from there, "That means whatever crazy stuff happens, he's got to live with it."
"Literally," the Tweedles finished together. Wes and Charlie nodded in agreement. Blaine was exasperated, "I know but still…
I wish David was here. At least he was a bit more reasonable than the four of you." The boys looked at their feet, all remembering the skiing accident:
"Hey Wes, tell Reed to be careful with the next turn, it's pretty steep!" Blaine yelled down to his friend from above, helping Kurt to reattach his ski binding. The wind carried his voice away however and Reed was never warned of the coming danger.
Further down, past Wes and Reed, was David, trying to get a connection so he could call his girlfriend.
"Hel- Hello? Kathy? How are you doing? Kathy?" He swore out loud. After that everything moved so quickly.
Reed tripped and crashed into a pile of lose snow. There was a flash of snow, a few yells and crimson red blood.
"Have you talked to him lately? Is he getting better?" Charlie asked somberly. Blaine shrugged, "He can walk now which means his legs are getting better. But he still has slight amnesia." The Tweedles looked guilty even though they hadn't gone on the ski trip. "Isn't there anything we can do? Maybe we could like, bring him back to Dalton. Wouldn't that jumpstart his memory or something?" Ethan looked wistful until he met the eyes of his companions.
"No?"
"Definitely not."
"Windsor would kill him."
"I thought you loved David, why would you torture him like that?"
"Even I don't agree with you bro."
"What are we talking about?"
The last voice belonged to Reed, whom the others hadn't noticed creep into the lounge. "David," Evan said, to which the others responded by giving him murderous looks.
Reed had already expressed how he felt that David's accident was his fault and in a way, it was. But none of them were about to tell Reed that.
"Oh," he said softly.
Blaine stretched out his hand. "Please Reed, have a seat. We were just moving on to a different topic anyway- the Hightower kid." Blaine glared at Evan while Reed took his hand and sat on the couch beside him.
"Who?"
"You know, Carter Hightower, son of the famous lawyer Ronald Hightower and supermodel Katrina Hightower? He just moved here," Blaine said absentmindedly, now more focused on the closed door above him.
It was Kurt and now Carter's bedroom. Just minutes ago Carter had been outside, whispering into the phone but now he had returned inside and the door had been shut ever since.
Trust, Blaine thought. If I don't trust Kurt then I'm always going to be jealous… But he is Logan's cousin.
And when it came to Logan, nothing was good.