Chapter 1: Broken

Hello and welcome to my story. This is my first Glee story so I hope it ends up being okay. For those who have never read any of my work, a good portion of these OC's have been used in many of my other stories. Some see it as lazy or weird but I'm writing original work with them and this is my way of getting through some writer blocks or other character conflict while writing about something that I love, such as Glee. I love these OC's as well, they're really a part of me and they always worm their way into my work. I hope you like them, they will remain thorough the story and play parts in the plot. Don't worry though this is Klaine.

I'm not exactly sure where this story is going, but it popped into my head one day and I just can't get it out. Please don't review telling me stories like this have been done. This is my own take on a certain plot type. There's terrible language in this story and major homophobia, violence...uh thats all I can think of at the moment.

This is AU, Kurt never went to spy on The Warblers, but did eventually try to stand up to Karofsky with the same results. Remaining at the school, violence escalated until he was forced to leave.

Summary: AU. Kurt never went to spy on the Warblers, but met Blaine soon enough as a new student to Dalton, a broken shell of a boy he once was. Can Blaine break through the walls Kurt put around himself or give up on an obviously hopeless case? Klaine. OC's.

-Blaine-

He heard the gossip. It was hard not to since the whole student body was talking about it. Most would think gossip was minimal in an all boy's school, but sometimes it was worse. Like the time Nikel and his girlfriend disappeared for a week and everyone was convinced they eloped or in the case of a mid-semester transfer such as this one.

"Hey Blaine, did you hear about-"

"Yes." He interrupted his friend with a polite smile, "The whole school is talking about it."

Wes stuck out his tongue, playfully, "I've heard so many reasons as to why Dalton is allowing this kid to transfer mid-semester, it's not even funny…well actually some were. Anyways, have you heard any?"

"Probably the same ones you have. The staff is keeping it really quiet. Let me guess, most of the rumors were started by Christof."

Wes snorted, "You know it."

They continued walking towards their dorm sharing the most ridiculous rumors they heard: such as him being a prince that was sent to learn leadership experience from an American education or an alien. Yeah they were that extreme.

As they entered their dorm building they were met with quite a few of their house mates standing in the commons room. Their Resident Advisor, Nikel, was standing on the coffee table, his hands up asking for silence.

Wes and Blaine wandered over to David and waited for Nikel to get everyone's attention, which was easier said than done.

After a couple of minutes of no luck, Nikel dropped his polite, calm Dalton façade and became his normal after-hours school self, "Hey, shut your damn yaps so I can talk! I've met girls who babble less."

Finally the noise level died down allowing Wes to get one final comment in, "What's the news oh fearless leader of the insane?"

Nikel shot him an annoyed look, running a hand through his shoulder length black hair that was only tied back during school hours, "Wes, don't you have a gavel to be pulling out of your ass."

David coughed back a laugh at that. Wes maturely flipped him off.

"Now to get to the matter at hand…put your damn hand down, Sammy. I'm sure everyone's heard something about the rumored new kid." A nod went through the group, "Well he'll be joining Warwick Dormitory starting tomorrow morning."

Immediately everyone started talking and Blaine could tell Nikel was getting annoyed again. He hated being interrupted.

"Hey!" Nikel yelled, "Clucking chickens. I'm not done!"

'Clucking chickens?' David mouthed to Blaine and Wes confused while Nikel impatiently waited for silence once again.

"Okay so he's coming here tomorrow. I don't know too much information about him so don't ask me. I do know he's transferring here from a different school located somewhere in Ohio. I don't know why or anything. He's a Junior, so I want everyone to be friendly, make him feel welcomed. Christof, you're better off not talking to him. Anyways that's all."

The noise level returned as everyone wondered about the new kid they'd be meeting tomorrow.

"Alright noise-makers disperse." Nikel paused, "By the way I need to see Zach and Blaine, right away." With that he jumped off the table and headed towards his dorm room for privacy. Blaine shrugged at David and Wes before finding Zach and continuing onto Nikel's room.

"Why us?" Zach asked, blowing strands of his ear length Blonde hair out of his eyes in annoyance, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

Ignoring Zach's obvious hair issues he answered the boy, "I'm assuming your presence might have something to do with the fact you no longer have a roommate. Mine, however, I am unsure of."

"Oh boy." Zach rolled his eyes, "I was enjoying my single life…wait you don't have a roommate either."

Blaine withheld a sigh, "Yes I do. Sammy, remember? Just because he usually stays at his house doesn't mean he's not my roommate. Besides I am the Junior RA, I'm not supposed to have a roommate since I have to deal with your rebellious ways. I only have one because I don't really care."

"Oh right, how has that little weasel been? I haven't seen or heard from him lately."

"He was at the meeting; actually he was standing behind to you. I assume the reason you haven't heard from him has something to do with him being pissed you call him weasel."

Zach shrugged, but didn't say anything for they had reached Nikel's room at the end of the hall.

Blaine politely rapped on the door and waited for Nikel. After a few seconds of no answer Zach became impatient and banged on the door.

"Open up, bitch, before I sneak in and tie-dye all your stuff."

Blaine groaned at his companion's uncouth method. Nikel yanked open his door and leveled Zach with a glare.

"Such a gentleman." He snapped, moving aside to let them in.

Zach raised an eyebrow, "Hey it worked. Come on, Nikel, you love me."

"Like a germ-a-phobe loves a city bus." Nikel deadpanned back.

Zach held a hand over his heart, "You wound me."

"I don't have time of this." Nikel grumbled, moving to sit on the chair near his desk, "Okay so I've called you two here specifically for you'll be dealing with the new kid before most of the others."

He turned to Zach, "Since you have an empty bed in your room he'll be rooming with you. This is against my better judgment since you keep scaring your roommates away-"

"It's totally not my fault they can't handle my awesomeness, plus you have to admit putting me with Jamie was just asking for it." Zach interjected with a smirk, "He's a little bitch."

"Please behave, just this once." He turned to Blaine, "You've been excused from all your classes after first period to show the new kid around. You are to be at the Dean's office promptly."

"Why me?"

Zach butt in again, "Because you're so sweet, and polite, and patient and calm and-"

"Zach, do shut up." He turned back to Blaine, "Because you're the Junior RA and have a clean record here.

Zach stuck his tongue out at Nikel, "Whatever. Anyways are you still meeting us in the commons room for an epic round of Call of Duty?"

"Of course," Nikel replied, "Now get out of here so I can get my homework done."

"Since when did you become so responsible?"

"Since I had to start babysitting your stupid ass. Now get out!"

Blaine smiled at the two friends. At first glance most would think they hated each other -he did when he first transferred here- but since rooming with each other their freshmen year they've been close…annoyingly close.

The two boys moved towards the door, giving their RA the space he wanted. Just as he was about to leave Blaine asked, "What's his name?"

"Kurt." Nikel said looking at piece of paper on his desk, "Kurt Hummel."

-Kurt-

"Do you have everything?" Burt asked, biting his lip unsure what else to say to his near broken son.

Kurt stood in front of him, eyes downcast, and simply nodded.

It broke his heart to send his child away to an unfamiliar place away from his family and friends. To a place where he knew no one when he was in such a state but he had no choice. Mckinley High was no longer safe. Since there was no proof to who damaged Kurt and Kurt himself wasn't talking, they couldn't expel the vermin's and press charges. They were still at the school. So once Kurt was released from the hospital plans were made for him to attend Dalton.

"Uh, are you sure you don't want to take more of your clothes? I know how much you like your, ah, scarves and stuff." Finn said awkwardly shuffling his feet.

"No need." Kurt answered in an unusually low tone, his voice lacking emotion.

What Burt wouldn't give to hear one of Kurt's snide sarcastic comments right about now. His confident, smart, sarcastic, fashion Sauvé diva of a son was gone replaced with a withdrawn, quiet, broken boy who was what the doctor called a selective mute meaning he rarely spoke. The doctor said it was Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, that he was detaching himself from emotions, as well as all the medication he was on. The father in him screamed for justice when he knew none would be had. If only he could smash that bully of a kid's face in, maybe he wouldn't feel so useless.

"Well, let's go kid. Don't want to be late for your first day."

Burt smiled as his wife went forward to give her stepson a hug then frowned when Kurt tried to withhold a flinch and stiffened at the contact. Carole and Finn weren't coming with giving father and son some time together.

After a couple words from Finn and last goodbyes the Hummel boys found themselves alone in the car and an awkward silence ensued.

Kurt turned his head to stare out the window. The bulky cast on his left arm was annoying and would hurt at random times. The bruises under his clothes had yet to fade and he anticipated more. No way did a zero-tolerance no bullying policy really exist and actually enforced in a High School. As far as he was concerned he was just trading old bullies for new ones with no friends or glee club to back him up and give him an outlet. He was trading one hell for another. His father looked so optimistic he didn't dare express his thoughts.

As they reached the beautiful gates of Dalton Academy for boys, Kurt tried to swallow the feeling of dread that settled in his stomach.

'If you tell anyone I will kill you.'

He managed to withhold the shudder that tried to course through his body. He closed his eyes for a moment telling himself he couldn't cry anymore.

'Beg for it, fag. Beg for your life like the worthless butt humping bitch you are.'

"Kurt." Burt called to him, breaking into his thoughts, "We're here."

He nodded and together with his father met the Dean. He was an older gentleman who carefully explained the rules of Dalton and the integrity it maintained. He went over Kurt's schedule and answered all Burt's questions. Kurt sat quietly and just listened while they discussed his fate.

When it came time for Burt to leave, it took all Kurt had not to cringe at the hug. He'd miss his father terribly but physical contact made his insides turn.

He forced a half-smile at his dad's parting words, "I love you, Kurt. Call me if you need anything and even if you don't. Everything will be fine you'll see."

They waited until his dad's car drove out of sight before the Dean led him back to his office.

"I'm sure you'll be very happy here, Mr. Hummel. One of our students, Blaine Anderson, will be here in a few minutes to show you around. He also boards at Warwick, the same as you."

Kurt just looked around the room while he sat in a surprisingly comfortable chair. Finally a knock on the door signaled his guide was there. He looked towards the door as one of the most handsome boys he'd ever seen walked into the room.

"Ah there you are. Kurt, this is Blaine Anderson. Blaine, Kurt Hummel."

Blaine flashed him a charming smile, "A pleasure to meet you."

Yep, he was in hell.

'You see Homo, people like you aren't meant to be happy. Its people like us who make sure natural order remains and little fags like you stay in the closet.'

Well, is it worth continuing? You won't learn what happened to Kurt for quite awhile, just snippets of his memory. There will be more interaction of Blaine and Kurt to come.