One: Dalton Academy

Hey everyone. This isn't my first Glee story that I've written but it is the first I've put for anybody else to read because, hey, my computer decided to chuck a fit and die so I lost ALL my stories (cries softly) however I had this one saved elsewhere so I think I shall share it, I quite like though it's not my favourite. It's Klaine since they are the greatest couple in television history and yeah... basically Figgins didn't let Glee Club continue for another year so Kurt transferred to Dalton at the start of his Junior year. Read on and please feel free to leave a review, I'd appreciate it ^.^

Kurt stood looking around his brand new dorm room, taking in the sight of his boxes and suitcase full of clothes that his father had helped him lug in there an hour beforehand. It was kind of sad but relieving at the same time. He was now at Dalton and although it was scary to consider not knowing anybody and traversing a whole new sea, it was a lot better than the alternative: returning to McKinley.

After Glee had been cut the previous year the bullying had gotten worse, for all of them, and the cheerleaders and jocks turned against them to preserve their lives at school and without the safe harbour of Glee to go to, Kurt had nothing and nobody. He'd been miserable and frightened and he hated being in that place. So his dad, his wonderful, amazing dad had researched Dalton Academy in Westerville and discovered they had a 'zero tolerance, no bullying' policy that was strictly enforced. He then did some calculations and discovered that if they could get Kurt in on a scholarship and made some adjustments to their budget they could afford to send him there.

Kurt had applied and gotten a scholarship and bam, it was September and he was starting at Dalton.

He loved the uniform and what he'd seen of the school so far. He didn't know anybody yet and he had been informed that their Glee Club met that afternoon and he would be welcome to go along and request to join. Kurt didn't want to go without knowing anyone and he couldn't ask who was in the Glee Club because his roommate was nowhere to be seen. He'd been told his name but couldn't exactly remember it. He could tell that he might get along with him since his side of the room was impeccably tidy with some photos on the bedside table with a Harry Potter book that Kurt was too afraid to go over and look at. All he hoped was that the guy would not turn out to be a homophobe… or a germophobe for that matter.

It wasn't long until his first class started so he had no time to unpack and, not wanting to get lost, he thought it would be best if he set off to find the room early, he might even meet someone nice on the way. So he grabbed his messenger bag and exited the dorm building and went over to the main school, looking around in awe at everything.

Dalton was HUGE! Like, really, huge. And everything looked expensive… even the ceiling. Kurt was looking up at it as he walked down the stairs (probably not the best idea if he stopped to think about it) and wasn't paying attention. He ended up walking into someone stopped by the banister, speaking into a cell phone. Kurt fell backwards, his books falling out of his bag and the guy he walked into gasped in shock and hurriedly hung up his phone call with "I have to go, I think I killed somebody" before crouching to help.

"Damn it, I have really got to stop taking calls on the stairs," the guy muttered, grabbing Kurt's books up.

Kurt shook his head, flushing red from embarrassment, refusing to look at the boy and picking up his own phone which had jumped out of his blazer.

"No, I wasn't even watching where I was going, my fault," Kurt said, finally looking up as the boy tried to pass his books back. He froze as he finally caught sight of the boy's face.

He met a pair of glittering honey-green eyes, which were filled with sincere apology and no mocking. They were without a doubt the prettiest, sexiest and kindest eyes Kurt had even seen, no pun intended of course. They were in the tanned face of who had to be the most gorgeous boy in the entire country, or world for that matter, he was even better looking than Hugh Jackman. He had gelled back, dark brown hair styled into a perfect wave. That hair looked like it rocked some pretty wild curls when it was free and Kurt tried to imagine that on the boy's head instead (curls were hot!). He was smiling tentatively at Kurt, worried that he'd annoyed him, and Kurt was grateful he was sitting because he thought his legs had turned to jelly at the smile.

"It's okay," the boy said as Kurt finally took the books, still ogling the demi-god before him. Seriously, it was not possible to look that good in this uniform but somehow this guy managed it.

"Thanks," Kurt mumbled.

"Judging from the fact that you weren't watching where you were going I'm going to say you're new here and are astounded by the amazingness that is Dalton Academy?"

Kurt blushed and nodded. "I just transferred.

"Junior?" Something about the way the boy quirked an eyebrow made Kurt frown.

"Yes…"

"Is your name Kurt Hummel?"

Kurt stood up and the boy followed suit, he angled his body away slightly, freaked out.

"How on earth do you know my name? That is so creepy," Kurt said. The boy's eyes widened and he rushed to speak.

"Oh god, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. My name is Blaine Anderson, I'm your roommate."

Kurt let out a sigh of relief. Blaine was the name he'd been told earlier, he remembered now. "That's less creepy, I guess."

Blaine cracked a smile and Kurt's heart jumped. "They told me there would be a new junior called Kurt Hummel and they were going to room him with me so I could be his guide since I transferred last year and know what it's like to try and get your bearings in this place."

Kurt smiled at that. "That's just what I need."

Blaine nodded. "But I wasn't even around when you got here. I'm a terrible guide. I'm sorry for that, it's just that Wes called a Warblers' meeting and ordered me to be there, no exceptions, so I had to go. I wanted to be at the room when you arrived."

Kurt was confused. "Warblers?"

Blaine ran a hand over his forehead. "I honestly have no idea where my head is this morning. It's our Glee Club, we call ourselves The Warblers. We're kind of a big deal."

Kurt's eyes lit up excitedly and Blaine studied him curiously.

"I was in the Glee Club at McKinley! They told me you guys meet after classes finish," Kurt explained. Blaine smiled again and Kurt looked at the ground to stop himself blushing.

"You should totally join. Are you any good?"

Kurt shrugged one shoulder. "I guess." He was shocked at himself. Normally he would burst out into a self-absorbed rant about his own awesomeness but he felt really self-conscious around Blaine. And no, it had nothing to do with the fact that he was hot and gorgeous and kind and dear god, it should be illegal for someone's smile to be so captivating.

"I think we're late for class… what do you have first?" Blaine said, steering away from Kurt's embarrassment.

"World History with Mr Collins," Kurt replied immediately, having memorised his timetable that morning so he wouldn't look like an idiot with it under his nose all day.

"Me too. Come on, I know a short cut that will stop us getting totally chewed out." Blaine took Kurt's hand without hesitation and a burst of heat shot up his arm at the gentle touch of Blaine's slightly calloused hand on his. Kurt wondered what kind of activity he did to end up with the slightly rough fingers and palm he had.

Blaine dragged him down the stairs and through corridors, telling him about Mr Collins and the class as they went (he'd had him the previous year too). Kurt tried to pay attention to Blaine's sexy-as voice but all he could think of was the feel of Blaine's hand and how it was sending tremors through his heart and making his stomach try out some serious gymnastics routines.

Blaine's still holding my hand! Kurt thought as the other boy announced they were at the room. Oh… it's gone… Blaine dropped his hand to open the door to the room and introduced Kurt to Mr Collins, apologising for being late because Kurt had gotten lost.

Mr Collins seemed nice enough and Kurt's mood flipped into an overdrive of happiness when he realised that the only spare seats in the room were right next to each other so he'd get to sit beside Blaine in this class.

Blaine stole his timetable as Mr Collins began introducing the course and Kurt was delighted when Blaine informed him that they would only have two classes apart which happened to be languages, since Kurt took French and Blaine took Spanish, and gym so Kurt was secretly glad. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself in gym in front of his new friend. His new friend who was actually the most gorgeous anything in the whole universe.

"So… I'm sorry for interrupting your phone call," Kurt said to Blaine as they exited class and headed off towards AP English together.

"No problem, it was actually quite welcome," Blaine chuckled. Kurt frowned, confused. "I was talking to my Dad but we don't need to get into that right now. You just started, I don't need to weigh you down with all the crap in my life."

Kurt blinked, shocked at that. He had the sudden urge to hug Blaine as a flash of sadness went through his eyes but then he brightened and smiled at Kurt.

"Why did you choose to transfer to Dalton?" he questioned.

It was Kurt's turn to feel sad. "We don't have to get into that right now. I don't want to load you down with my stuff either."

Kurt felt Blaine's eyes on him but didn't look up. He didn't want to explain it to Blaine yet until he gauged his attitude towards homosexuality. If Blaine hates gays then he didn't want to tell him since they'd be rooming together.

"My Dad and I don't have a very good relationship," Blaine said softly. Kurt looked up at him. "You see, I'm gay and my dad doesn't exactly approve…"

Kurt's heart stuttered. "You're gay?" he whispered.

Blaine nodded, smiling a little. "You are too, aren't you?"

Kurt returned is smile shyly. "Yeah… I am. That obvious?"

"Takes one to know one," Blaine explained teasingly. Kurt blushed. "Anyway, ever since I came out he sort of made it his mission to de-gay me. When I got bashed Mum said I had to go to a new school so he chose here. He wanted an all boys school to man me up. Being around all these boys is supposed to turn me straight." Blaine chuckled. "He didn't exactly think that through, I guess."

Kurt laughed. "No, he didn't."

"So yeah… I don't enjoy talking to him. I mean, I love him and he loves me, he just wishes I was different."

Kurt gave him a sympathetic look. He couldn't even imagine what his life would have been like had his father not been so accepting and loving.

"I transferred because I was getting bullied for being gay," Kurt explained. "I was the only out kid at McKinley. I mean… nothing bad happened to me like with you." Kurt cringed at the idea of getting bashed up. "I just got shoved into lockers, had about a thousand slushie facials… and of course, the names."

Blaine winced. He remembered the names.

"It's good you came here," he decided. "You'll be safe here and I'm glad because I have a feeling we're going to be really good friends."

Kurt smiled at that. "Me too."

He ignored the fluttering in his stomach when Blaine returned the smile and just enjoyed getting to know his roommate and new friend. Blaine went to his classes with him and at lunch he introduced him to a group of boys who were also Warblers. Kurt tried to memorise their names: Nick, Jeff, Wes, David and Thad.

Wes, David and Thad were the Warblers' council, as Blaine explained to Kurt, and all three of them quizzed him on his past experiences in the show choir world, lighting up excitedly when he told them they'd went to Regionals the year before.

"It sucks you guys lost and your club got cut," Nick said sincerely. "But at least we get you now. What kind of singer are you?"

"I'm a countertenor," Kurt explained.

The boys' faces lit up excitedly.

"The Warblers haven't had one of those since Samuel Riches graduated eleven years ago," Wes said, eyes glittering. "I certainly look forward to hearing you sing this afternoon. Do you have anything in mind?"

"Uh…" Kurt hadn't been able to think about that all day when his mind was filled with Blaine, Blaine and more Blaine. Who was currently sitting beside him and nudged their legs together when he noticed Kurt's hesitance.

"Don't be nervous," he said softly. "Just pick something you sound good at singing, doesn't have to be amazing."

Kurt smiled a little and was grateful when Jeff provided a distraction by poking Nick in the side suddenly, causing him to jump in surprise and start choking on his pasta. David thumped him on the back with a fist and as soon as he had his breath back Nick shoved Jeff off his seat and all the other boys smothered their laughter into their plates.

Kurt smiled around at them thinking, for the first time in a long time, that he might be able to be happy. He caught Blaine's sparkling honey-green eyes and smiled automatically. Yes, he might definitely be able to be happy here.