Broken

I don't own anything. I apologize for any mistakes, English isn't my first language.

Chapter 1

"And now we walk into the hallway to the dorm rooms." The red haired woman, Mrs Leviton, quickly turned left. Burt Hummel and his son followed her in silence. Burt quickly looked behind him to check on how his son was doing. Kurt's face was paler than normal, he held his bag firmly against his chest as if he was afraid it would disappear into thin air. His eyes were wide and were checking every corner and sideway. Burt sighs sadly and quickly looked ahead at the woman. The terrified face of his son broke his heart.

Burt remembered when Kurt was a lively bubbly teenager, who wanted nothing but meet a lovely Dom and run off to the sunset together. Burt had always wanted the best for his son. It was just Kurt and him for years, after his wife died in a tragic car crash when Kurt was 8. Burt would lie if he told that raising Kurt on his own was a piece of cake. After Elizabeth died they both had trouble to move on with their lives. But Burt tried to make the best of Kurt's life, he made sure that Elizabeth would never be forgotten. It helped Kurt to find closure.

Eventually Kurt went to high school, made friends and joined Glee Club. Burt was proud of his son and when Kurt came out to him at the age of 15, he accepted him and told Kurt how proud he was and that he'll always be his dad no matter what. Burt always dreaded the day his son would turn 16 because that was the age most sub would find a Dom. Kurt did find someone. And it ruined him completely...

Mrs. Leviton quickly looked down at her papers, she was completely unaware of the clench fist from Burt who was sucked up in his own memories and the frightened look on Kurt's face."Room 303, this way."

"It's quiet." Burt commented, he could feel Kurt shiver next to him.

Mrs. Leviton smiled friendly. "The classes last till 4.30 PM. They still have 2 hours to go. I thought it might be easier to move in when things aren't so ... busy around here." The pause made it obvious that she knew about Kurt's situation. She stopped in front of one of the many doors and put the key in the lock. "Room 303. This is your room, Kurt." She looked briefly at the boy but stepped aside to let them in when she didn't get a answer.

Burt went in first, followed by Kurt. The room was small, a bed, a bureau, a shelf to put on some clothes but it was enough to survive. Burt noticed a door. Mrs. Leviton followed his glance and smiled. "That's the bathroom. You asked for a private bathroom, right?" She quickly looked through her papers as if she was checking if she made a mistake.

Burt saw Kurt relax slightly. His son walked around and stared out of the window. Burt smiled, Kurt was always a private person and he knew that if he didn't get a bathroom on his own that they won't be staying here at Dalton. Not because Kurt was a diva, interacting with other people was a big problem. "It is what we asked for. The headmaster said it won't be easy to arrange that, but I'm glad it did. Thank you."

Mrs. Leviton smiled friendly. "It's no problem, Mr. Hummel. So, are you'll aware of the house rules?" Both men nodded. "Okay. The classes start at 8.30 AM in the morning till 4.30 PM. Breakfast is at 7.30 AM, lunch is at 12.30 AM and dinner is at 17.30 AM. Food is forbidden in the rooms, students should eat in the canteen and if you want to eat in Westerville or somewhere close by you need to report it at the receptionist so that we know where you're at. Understood?"

Kurt swallowed but nodded. Burt put a comforting hand on his shoulder and squeezed softly. He knew how much trouble it was for Kurt to eat with other people. He just hoped that he had made the right decision to put Kurt in Dalton. The school had a no bullying policy, and the headmaster assured Burt that Kurt would be completely save.

"You have to wear the Dalton uniform at all times during classes, after classes you are allowed to wear whatever you want." Mrs. Leviton continued. Her eyes glanced at Kurt's scarf firmly wrapped around his neck. 'I'm sorry, Kurt. But scarves aren't allowed, you'll be wearing a tie that matches the uniform."

Kurt shakes his head vividly, his hand moved to the blue scarf as if Mrs. Leviton wanted to pull it off. She stood frozen in her place, glancing at Burt helplessly while the boy had a silent panic attack. Burt hurried to the side of his son and pulled him in a firm bear hug, rubbing his back and making promises that everything is going to be okay. Slowly Kurt's breathing turned back to normal. Burt glared at Mrs. Leviton. "The scarf stays on."

Mrs. Leviton looked a little confused but nods. She cleared her throat and continued on. "If there are any problems of questions you can always go to your floor supervisor. If anything is broken, report it to him and he'll report it to me or Mr. Grant and we'll take care of it."

"Why can't he report it to you?" Burt asks.

"It's easier and quicker, we have 1400 students at this school. We have chosen floor supervisors amongst the students for extra credit who want to help people. We work like this for years and no complaints yet." Mrs. Leviton smiled proudly at this. "Trust me, Mr. Hummel, the floor supervisors are perfectly capable of taken care of their floor. They're here to keep a extra eye on things, so Kurt, don't hesitate to step by later for introduction. Let's see who your Floor supervisor is..." She looked through her papers. "Oh." She smiled at Kurt. "Your floor supervisor is Blaine Anderson, room 301. It's at the end of the hall."

"Blaise?" Burt frowns.

"Blaine." Mrs. Leviton corrected.

"Is he a Dom?"

Mrs. Leviton nods. "Yes. Burt, I can assure you that Blaine is a really responsible boy, he's a excellent student and the lead singer of the Warblers."

"What are the Woblers?" Burt growls, not convinced by Mrs. Leviton.

"Warblers," Mrs. Leviton corrected. "They're the glee club of Dalton."

Burt glanced at Kurt who perked up a little at the word "glee club", Kurt used to sing all the time. Burt turns back at Mrs. Leviton. "Okay, but I'm meeting this Blaine guy too."

"Mr. Hummel, I can assure you that isn't necessary."

"I don't care, if my son has to meet a Dom, I'll be there by his side." Burt crossed his arms in front of his chest, ready to go into discussion. "Where is Blaine now?"

Mrs. Levinton looked put out by the outburst of Burt but quickly recovered. "He has classes till 4.30 and after that he has Warbler practice. He won't be in his room for the next 3 hours."

"Fine, I'll wait." Burt sat down on the bed.

"You'll wait for three hours?" Mrs. Levinton shrieked.

Burt nods. "I'm not letting my son alone with a Dom."

"He won't be alone, he's surrounded by students everywhere." Mrs. Levinton protested. She knew a little bit about what Kurt has been through and she couldn't imagine how Kurt feels at the moment but she had the idea that his overprotective father had more problems letting go of the past . How was Kurt suppose to get over what had happened in the past if his dad kept reminding him in the future? "This school is full of Dom's, Mr. Hummel. They'll know the rules and they won't bother your son with anything. We have strict rules for Sub's and Dom's. The only time they get to interact is during class, dinner or in the entertainment room. No night visits or anything."

"I've read the rules."

"Then you also know that only when a Sub and a Dom want to officially enter a Bond that's when the Sub comes into the headmaster's office and asks for a shared room. Only the Sub can ask for that, just to make sure a Sub isn't forced by a Dom."

Burt was about to open his mouth when Kurt put his hand on Burt's shoulder and shakes his head. He spoke with a soft voice: "It's okay, dad."

"Kurt..." Burt shakes his head.

"I'll be fine, dad. I'm sure I have everything here. You can go home."

"But, what about...?"

"He's not here, dad. You said yourself that Dalton was completely save." Kurt tried to sound as convincing as he could because if he was honest to himself he was terrified.

Burt sighs. "I know, son. I'm sorry." He pulled Kurt in a big bear hug. "You'll be fine."

xxx

"Blaine." Jeff Sterling sat down next to him with a sly grin on his face and Blaine took a deep breath. Whatever his blond friend was excited about, it was never good.

"What's up, Jeffie?" Blaine put on a smile. He looked at Jeff and frowns when he didn't see Jeff's chocolate haired Dom next to him. Nick barely let Jeff alone, the two were joined at the hip. "Where's Nick?"

"Bathroom, he really needed to pee." Jeff explains. When he saw Blaine's face he sighs. "What? Is it so weird that we don't go to the bathroom together?"

"You usual do." Sebastian Smyth entered the room with a snarky smile on his face. He sat down in one of the chairs.

Jeff rolls his eyes. "Nick and I are not that bad."

Thad snorts. "You two are the worst."

"Am not!" Jeff pouts.

At that moment David and Wes walked in. "Good afternoon everybody." Wes cheered. His happy greeting was met with silence. "What?"

"Every time you're happy we're screwed." Trent was already looking nervous.

"That's a little ... overreacted don't you think?" Wes said, sitting down in his counsel chair, crossing his arms.

"Last time you smiled like that I couldn't walk for a week." Dylan spat. Apparently he wasn't the only one because everyone started to nod.

"I refuse to dance for 13 hours again." David groans.

"Why don't you do all of us a favor and never dance again?" Sebastian sneered.

"Excuse me?" David stood up from his chair, towering over the Sub.

Sebastian wasn't impressed and crossed his legs. "You have cost us Nationals last year with your clumsiness."

Jeff snorts. "It wasn't only David's clumsiness, the choreography was awful."

Sebastian glared at Jeff. "Really, Sterling? Do you think you can do it better?"

"I know I can do it better, Smyth."

"Bring it on!"

Wes hit the table with his gavel. "Enough! The choreography was fine, Jeff. And there is nothing wrong with David's footwork... much."

"Hey!" David protested. And that started off another discussion that took the rest of the Warbler practice. Blaine took a deep breath and sat back, trying to stay out of it. He hadn't expected that the first Warbler practice of the year would be productive but it was his senior year and he would like to end his years at Dalton winning Nationals. When the bell rang, he sneaked out of the music room.

On his way to dinner Blaine saw Eddie talking to a painting on the wall. He smiled friendly at the boy. Eddie was a little... odd. Nobody really talked to the boy and Blaine never saw him with other students. That was probably because he says he can talk to angels. "Hey, Eddie. How are the Angels today?"

Eddie turns away from the painting and gave Blaine a big smile. "Perfectly fine, Blaine, thank you for asking. Castiel is a little bit worried about the future, you know, with Lucifer being released on earth to raise some hell but Cupid seems optimistic because he says there'll be a new couple soon walking around at Dalton."

Blaine blinks. Eddie has never spoken so many words to him in all the four years he knows him, it took a while to adjust the words. "Cupid? As in... Cupid?" Eddie nods. "I didn't know Cupid was a angel?"

Eddie shrugs. "Not many people know. He's a little shy."

"Oh." Blaine had no idea what to say. "Uhm... I gotta go, see you at dinner, Eddie?"

"Sure." Eddie turns his back away, back to the painting.

Blaine quickly made his way to the canteen, where people already were lining up for dinner. Blaine grabs a plate and joined the line. He nearly let his plate fall when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

"Blainers!" Jeff cheered, also grabbing a plate. Behind him Nick followed.

"Nick, where were you during Warbler practice?" Blaine asks. "You missed David and Wes almost biting each other's throats."

"That happens every practice." Nick shrugs. "I was... busy."

Blaine frowns, taking a closer look at his best friend. Nick Duvall was probably the most honest person Blaine had ever met so keeping secrets or being vague was nothing like him. He saw the sad look on Jeff's face and he knew that Jeff also had no idea what's going on. Okay what was going on? Keeping secrets to your friend was one thing but to your sub was just wrong. A relationship between a Dom/sub was build on trust.

Blaine kept his mouth shut for now but he would ask Nick about it later. Nick avoids his eyes and start to fill his plate with potatoes. "Jeff, why don't you tell Blaine the big news?"

Jeff's eyes lit up, he bounced on his feet. "Have you heard the news yet?"

"Obvious not." Blaine fills his plate with a salad and some meat.

"There is a new student at Dalton." Jeff said with a knowing smile.

Blaine almost drops his plate. He stared at Jeff in shock. He couldn't even remember the last time there was a new student at Dalton. Mostly people with problems got a scholarship, think about: bad relationship with their parents, bullying, depressions or in some cases... if you have enough money you can buy your way in. "You sure?" Jeff nodded so fast, he swayed unsteady on his feet. "How do you know?"

"Because his room is next to mine!" Jeff said. "I was almost late for class so I ran and saw Mrs. Leviton. She turned into the hallway to my room and we all know that the only free room in that hall is next to mine." Nick fills Jeff's plate because the blonde was too excited to pay attention to food.

Blaine walks to their usual table, scanning the crowd. He saw no new faces. Jeff and Nick followed and sat down. Blaine cut the meat. "We haven't had a new student since..."

"Teddy O' Flair." Nick said.

They'll remembered the small, shy Sub that came to Dalton four years ago. Teddy still didn't make contact with anyone and kept to himself. There were rumors that he was abandoned by his Dom. Blaine had English with Teddy and he remembered the broken form he met that day. A Dom rarely cries but that day Blaine had trouble keeping it together because his heart goes out to the poor Sub. Blaine shivers. He hoped that the new student didn't have any baggage and was just a happy person who chose Dalton because his dad had enough money.

"I can't wait to meet him and show him around." Jeff bounced in his seat. "We could be besties."

Blaine and Nick stared at each other knowingly. Jeff always wanted to meet new people and be friends, Nick had tried to warn Jeff that not all people were nice. But the blond was unstoppable. That was also a reason why Nick and Jeff were always together, Nick wanted to keep a eye on his Sub to make sure nobody was mean to him. Blaine had often said that maybe Jeff needed to learn it the hard way and Nick should back off a bit but Nick rather have Jeff live in his happy bubble for the rest of his life than face the truth.

And when Blaine looked at the happy blond he understand Nick's point of view. Jeff was so innocent and the world was a hard place. Jeff wasn't his Sub but Blaine knew that if someone made Jeff upset he would tear them apart, limp by limp.

xxx

Sebastian Smyth had to restrain himself for skipping to his dorm room. Of should he say... theirs? When he first met his Dom Hunter Clarington he knew they're meant to be. Sebastian wasn't the... easiest Sub. He had a strong will, he wasn't afraid to speak his mind and that was unusual for a Sub. At some point during his second year at Dalton he started to wonder if something was wrong with him. No Dom ever made a move or showed any interest in him.

Then he met Hunter last year, who transferred to Dalton and swept him off his feet the first moment they met. Hunter was strong and confident and Sebastian felt safe and loved. Before summer started Hunter had suggested to move into one of the bigger rooms, specially designed for couples. Sebastian had immediately knocked on the headmaster's office to file the request. And here they are.

The dorm room was bigger but there were no new things, there was a master bedroom, closet and a bathroom. The school still wanted couples to eat in the canteen with the other students.

Sebastian opened the door and was disappointed that Hunter still wasn't there. They didn't share any classes this year so he had expected Hunter to be there already, waiting for him. Sebastian walked further into the room and threw his schoolbag on the bed. Suddenly two strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him to a chest. When Sebastian smelled the familiar scent of his Dom he relaxed. "You scared me."

"Sorry, I just missed you." Hunter mumbles, turning his Sub around and gave him a kiss on his mouth. "I hate not having the same classes as you."

"Me too." Sebastian sighs. Having Hunter in his arms now only reminded him about how awful he feels being apart during the day.

"How was Warbler Practice?" Hunter asks, leaning down on the bed, Sebastian laid down next to him.

"Don't even get me started, we've done nothing but arguing. We're hopeless." Sebastian pouts.

"Maybe the Warblers need to find a new lead singer, then you would win Nationals." Hunter suggested casual.

Sebastian shrugs. "It wasn't Blaine's fault David tripped on his own feet, rolled off stage and landed in the lap of a jury member. Without Blaine we would be more hopeless." He swallows, not staring at Hunter's face because he knew his Dom didn't want to answer the next question. "Why don't you come back to The Warblers? We all miss you. We need your voice."

Hunter scoffs. "I doubt that."

"Is this still about Blaine?" Sebastian asks, he regretted the question when he saw Hunter tense. He had no idea what happened between Blaine and Hunter in the past, Hunter refused to talk about it. All he knew was that Hunter saw Blaine as the source of all evil. "I know you think that Blaine bought his way into Dalton and the Warblers but..."

Hunter got up from the bed. "I don't think that... I know that! His parents are filthy rich, the Anderson's are loaded and spoil his children to death."

"But Blaine... he doesn't act like he's from a rich family, he doesn't parade with it or anything. He is really nice and has a good voice." Sebastian said. "Maybe if you just try to..."

"To what?!" Hunter spat, his eyes cold. Sebastian stared at his hands, not daring to look Hunter in the eyes. Hunter let out a deep breath. "I'm gonna take a shower." Sebastian immediately stand on his feet and ran to the drawer to grab two towels. Hunter stops him before he could enter the bathroom. "Alone." He grabs a towel and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Sebastian swallows away the tears threatening to fall and sat down on bed, silently listening to the shower water running. This was not how he pictured their first day in their new dorm.

xxx

Nick brought Jeff to his dorm, like he always did. Jeff couldn't help but notice that Nick was somewhere else in his mind. He tried not to stress about it but it was hard. His Sub side begged him to ask Nick the truth but Jeff trusted Nick to speak his mind if something was wrong. Nick had always shared everything with him. Jeff didn't want to push.

They stopped in front of Jeff's room. Jeff leans against the door. "Want to come in?"

"We shouldn't." Nick spoke softly.

"I know, but we could."

"I can't."

"What?" Jeff stared at Nick in shock. Nick was always in for a round of sneaky kisses and cuddles. He never refused him before.

"Blaine texted me, he wants to talk to me." Nick explains.

"Oh."

"See you tomorrow." Nick leans forward and gave Jeff a quick kiss on his cheek before hurrying away. Jeff stared after him, frozen on his spot. The only time Nick had kissed him on his cheek was during their first date, after that it was always his mouth. What the hell was going on?

Jeff opened his door and sat down on his bed, blinking away his tears. It hurt that Nick was hiding something. He thought Nick trusted him. Jeff swallows. Maybe Nick met someone else during the few weeks apart during Summer? Maybe he was tired of me?

This was not how Jeff Sterling expected his senior year to go, he wanted to be bonded with Nick and share one dorm room but now that seemed further away than ever. He couldn't help but feel like their relationship is at a breaking point.

Jeff laid back down on bed and let his tears run free.

xxx

Kurt was panicking, his heard was racing, his palms were sweaty. He let out a shaky breath, trying to calm himself before he lost it completely. He paced around his room, searching for the hundred time the closet and all corners in the room, but it really wasn't here.

No toilet paper.

Kurt swallows nervously. He really had no other choice then to go out of this room and search for Mrs. Levinton. If she still was at work. It was past 7 PM. His eyes landed on the paper in front of him, he stared at the name. Or I could find this Blaine Anderson and ask him where I can find some toilet paper.

It's just down the hall.

I can't! He's a Dom! Kurt sat down on his bed, letting his head fall in his hands. Kurt let Mrs. Levinton's words about safety pass him again in his thoughts and he made a decision. He had to get out there, knock on the door of room 301 and ask for some toilet paper and run back to his room. He'll be gone for only 10 minutes at most. I can do this.

Kurt stands up, wraps his scarf a little tighter around his neck, grabs the keys to his room and made his way to the door. He opened the door and peered out. The hallway was empty. He sighs a breath of relieve and closed and locked his door. Then he made his way to room 301. It was right down the hall but for Kurt it felt like he was walking for two hours. He tried to remember the basic rules of meeting a Dom. Don't look in their eyes, it's rude. Don't speak unless you're spoken too. Don't move unless you have permission.

Kurt stops before room 301. He was about to knock when he could hear two voices arguing. He froze. They sounded angry. He quickly retrieved his hand already deciding to run back to his room, back to safety.

Suddenly the door opened and a boy with dark brown hair brushed passed him, he disappeared around the corner. A boy appeared in the doorway, wanting to shout something when he noticed Kurt and he quickly closed his mouth.

Kurt stared with wide eyes at the boy. The boy had dark, curly hair, he was still wearing his school uniform but Kurt didn't pay attention to that at all. He was captivated by the boy's eyes, Hazel Brown with a hint of... gold? The boy said something but Kurt couldn't hear it, he was too busy drowning in those eyes. Then he saw the boy smile, a bright smile that could light up a whole city. Kurt could feel his knees weaken. He couldn't help but just stare at him and break all the rules of between a Dom and Sub. He was just beyond... beautiful.

Kurt jumps when he felt a hand on his arm.

"Whoa easy." The boy steps back with his hands raised in surrender. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanted to... well you seemed deep in thought."

Kurt quickly looked at the floor, suddenly remembering the rules.

"I'm Blaine." The boy introduced, laughing sheepishly. "You're new here? I've never seen you before."

"Yes, sir." Kurt said barely a whisper but Blaine heard anyway.

"Blaine... Uhm... what's your name?" Blaine asks friendly. He stretched his hand to shake Kurt's.

Kurt looks up, confused. This was not how a Dom and a Sub should interact. The Dom should command something and the Sub should obey. At least... that's what Kurt was used too. Blaine was way too friendly for a Dom. Kurt shook Blaine's hand. "I'm Kurt Hummel."

"Nice to meet you." Blaine hold Kurt's hand a little longer then necessary but he quickly let go when he saw that Kurt's became uncomfortable. "Can I help you with something or is this a social call?"

"I'm..." Kurt blushed, ducking his head. Suddenly his request felt ridiculous. "I need... I don't have toilet paper." He waited for Blaine to mock him or laugh at him. But it didn't happen.

"Oh. I'll see if I still have something." Blaine retrieved to his room, out of sight. "Normally I would walk you to the janitor's closet but I don't have the key and the janitor is already home."

"I can wait till tomorrow, I just..." Kurt stutters.

Blaine came back with toilet paper in his hands, he handed it to Kurt who had a guilty expression on his face. "It's no problem."

"Really? I don't want to ..."

"It's okay, Kurt." Blaine reassured.

Kurt nods, whispering a soft "Thank you."

Blaine saw the boy relax a little bit. "You want to come in?"

"Oh no, I should be going." Kurt already retrieved quickly. "Thank you once again, sir... Blaine." And he was gone.

Blaine slowly closed the door, leaning against it, he led himself slide to the ground till his butt hit the floor. His heart was racing. When he saw that beautiful Sub in front of his door he had to restrain his Dom side to claim him immediately.

He really needed to talk to Eddie because he could swore that he just met a actual angel.

xxx

Kurt quickly closed the door behind him and let himself fall on the bed. Maybe Dalton wouldn't be so bad after all.

A/N. And so it begins... Let me know your thoughts on this story by dropping a review or PM! I'm still looking for a beta so if you want to help me, PM me.