So this story is a sequel of my story No Day But Today. I know I left some people shocked with the ending of the other story...you will have to read on to see if things are as they appear. I've also gotten several questions when this story is going to be more like White Collar, but I never set out with that as my intention. This story is really a Blaine story that just has a different background story to his character. It's going to follow a much more music/Glee focus, with some bit of ties to the world of White Collar. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Blaine threw his Metallica shirt into his suitcase in frustration. He was annoyed that he was being sent off to boarding school and he was feeling lost and confused about having just broken up with Kurt a couple hours before. Was it really the right thing to do? It made sense in the moments leading up to it, but now that he was thinking about it…

The door to Blaine's room slammed open.

"I'm not going to let you do it!"

Kurt stood in the doorway looking even more disheveled then he had a couple hours before.

"I'm not going to let you break up with me just because you think you're helping me in some twisted way!" Kurt yelled out, not caring that he was sure Cooper, Peter and Elizabeth all could hear him from downstairs. "I don't care what kind of hero complex you have, I love you and that's all that matters. I can make you living all the way in Colorado work, as long as you are willing to…"

Blaine had heard enough. He pulled Kurt close to him and pulled him into a passionate and deep kiss. Hands were everywhere, each boy trying to pull the other closer so they could feel even more connected. When they pulled apart they were both trying hard to catch their breath, but feeling closer than they ever had before.

"You're right," Blaine said, still breathing heavily. "I shouldn't have broken up with you."

"I'm glad you can see sense," Kurt said, a little smirk appearing on his face.

Kurt stepped closer to Blaine with a smile, and then lifted up his hand and then punched Blaine hard in the arm.

"Ow what was that for?" Blaine asked, rubbing his sore upper arm.

"For putting me through that today, Blaine!" Kurt replied.

"Okay," Blaine sighed, a little smiled appearing on his face. He couldn't help it. He just couldn't stay mad at Kurt.

Then Blaine caught site of the suitcase sitting on his bed and sighed heavily. Reality hit him once again like a speeding train—he was still going to school in Colorado.

"Hey, you never know. It could be fun," Kurt said, following Blaine's line of site and realizing what was getting his boyfriend down immediately.

"There's a school uniform, there's no way it can be fun. It involves a blazer and a tie," Blaine replied, rolling his eyes.

"Don't worry," Kurt said, putting his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "You still have the weekends to wear your ill-fashioned ripped black clothing."

Blaine clutched at his heart as if he had been wounded.

"Is everything all right in here?" Elizabeth asked from the doorway. "We heard yelling."

"Yeah," Blaine replied, grabbing a hold of Kurt's hand. "Everything is fine."

"Good," Elizabeth replied. "Dinner is in an hour. I'll call Carole and tell them all to come over and eat here."

With that said she turned and walked off, leaving the boys on their own once more.

"We do still need to talk though," Kurt said, gesturing for them to head over and sit on the bed. "I'm sorry that I betrayed your trust and went to your Uncle. Well, I'm not sorry that I did it because he needed to know. I should have talked to you and given you another chance to do it before I did though. I'm also sorry about what I said about Hunter. I know he is your best friend and I shouldn't have said those things about him."

Blaine sat there in silence for a moment, pondering Kurt's words. "I know that Hunter can sometimes be a bad influence on me…well, to be fair, we can both be a bad influence on each other. We've just been through so much together and had to have each other's backs. I mean in some ways we thought the things his dad were having us do were perfectly okay. We loved being the 'rebels' together. We were going to do what we wanted, fuck society."

Blaine paused, figuring out what he wanted to say next. Kurt sat in silence, knowing it was important for Blaine to say all of this. To acknowledge things the way they really were.

"I mean I guess I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I could get caught that I would be in danger of going to jail," Blaine continued. "I just thought that I was invincible, though. I thought they would never catch me. Hunter and I used to stroke each other's egos, say how good the two of us were. Here he was dealing drugs to the sons and daughters of some of the most powerful people in society and I was stealing priceless artwork from right behind their backs. What a pair we made."

Blaine cleared his throat, getting lost in thought for a moment. "And then I got caught and reality knocked me right on my ass. I got dragged to the place I despised the most—the suburbs. I was forced to live under strict rules with a real live Fed breathing down my neck—my own personal version of hell at the time. Of course, the Fed happened to be my Uncle who is a lot cooler than I like to give him credit for sometimes—just don't tell him that. Then I went to school and I met this guy who I likened in my mind to an angel. He somehow turned my world around. He saw the real me, not the cocky bastard that I used to be."

Kurt couldn't help but smile at that.

"I was wrong saying that the only person who really knew me was Hunter," Blaine said softly. "Hunter may know a lot of sides of me, but he doesn't know me in the way you do. He's my partner in crime and my brother. You, you're my best friend and hopefully the love of my life."

Kurt started to have tears in his eyes at that.

"God Blaine," Kurt said, wiping at his eyes. "Could you get any cheesier? You're really tugging at my heart strings here."

Blaine just smiled in reply.

"But as cheesy as that was," Kurt replied. "You're my best friend and the love of my life too."

The rest of the night went far too quickly for Blaine's liking. The next thing he knew he and Kurt were on the front porch saying their goodbyes.

"I will try to skype you every day," Blaine said. "I asked Uncle Peter and he said that I'm still allowed to have my laptop and my cell phone. It will still be monitored by the FBI, of course."

"I don't think we have to worry too much about that," Kurt laughed. "They would get bored quickly of our conversations."

"As an ex-conman, I have to tell you nothing stings more than having nothing private from the FBI in my life," Blaine replied with a shrug. "That's beside the point though, I'm really going to miss you Kurt. I seriously thought life here was going to suck until I met you."

"I'm going to miss you just as much Blaine Devon Anderson," Kurt replied with a smile, pulling Blaine in for a kiss.

"God, I should have never told you my middle name," Blaine replied, rolling his eyes.

That didn't stop Blaine for pulling Kurt in for another kiss.

Their goodbye left Blaine on such a high that stayed with him all the way to the airport, through airport security where he and Hunter had to be specially searched because of their anklets, and through the long plane ride to Colorado.

The next morning they were up bright and early packing Blaine and Hunter's suitcases into the car to head over to Elton Walker School for Boys. Hunter and Blaine were both understandably nervous, unsure of what they were about to walk into.

The school wasn't like how Blaine thought it would be. It was huge, looking more like a sprawling college campus than a school for troubled teen boys. The buildings all looked like old collegiate buildings, all brick with huge arching windows. There was a massive stone wall around the property, but it didn't have barbed wire on the top like Blaine thought it might. The only tell was the security guard positioned at the massive wrought-iron gate, but Blaine thought it could still pass for a normal boarding school.

When they passed through the gates they saw tennis courts, soccer fields, a huge field house, gardens—or what appeared to be gardens but were covered in snow, and a track in the distance.

"Is this really a high school?" Hunter asked what Blaine was thinking.

"Here we are, the administration building," Peter said pulling into a parking space in front of a more modern architecture building. It was a sand color with lots of windows to let natural light in.

They were barely four feet in the door before they were greeted.

"Peter! It's been too long," a tall balding man with black rimmed glasses greeted.

"Justin!" Peter replied, shaking the hand that was presented to him. "It's good to see you."

"So who do we have here?"

"This here is my nephew Blaine," Peter said pointing toward him. "And this is his best friend Hunter. Boys this is Headmaster Steinhardt."

"Welcome to Elton Walker School," Headmaster Steinhardt greeted. "We will make sure to take great care of both of them. Don't worry, we got your memo to separate them."

Blaine had to try very hard to not roll his eyes at that. Honestly, how much trouble did they think the two of them could get into?

"Well let's not waste another moment," Headmaster Steinhardt said jovially, turning around and picking up two packets behind him. "Blaine you are in Weston House and Hunter you are in Walker House. Blaine your dorm is on East Campus and Hunter your dorm is on West Campus."

After a quick tour of the campus, Blaine and Peter went one way with Blaine's luggage and Hunter and Mr. Fulton went another. Weston House ended up being a three story building all the way on the east side of campus. The building had a little room behind it where there were some tables and benches, but right behind that was the huge wall. Blaine trudged his way up the steps, carrying his duffel bag over one shoulder and his guitar case in his left hand. Peter was carrying the suitcase. As soon as they walked in they were greeted by a man who was probably in his early 30s. He had bright blond hair and piercing blue eyes.

"You must be Blaine Anderson," the man greeted. "I'm Anthony Bellman, your Head of House. If you follow me we can head up to your room. You are on the third floor and are rooming with Jeffrey Sterling. He's a fairly new student and is a junior like you. He started in October."

Blaine was only half listening, instead choosing to take in his surroundings. The building was beautiful on the inside. The place was modern and well-furnished. Each large wooden door had the names of the pair of boys that resided in them. When they got to the end of the hall on the third floor he saw a door that had his name and that of Jeff's on the door.

"I'm warning you," Mr. Bellman said as he stopped in front of the door. "Jeff is super excited to have a roommate."

With that said he turned the door handle and opened the door. Blaine made a mental note that there were no locks on the doors here. He supposed it was because they didn't want any illegal activity happening behind locked doors. When he walked in the room he saw a super tall blond with shaggy hair standing by a desk. He was in a bright blue polo and dark wash jeans with green converse on.

"You must be Blaine!" the boy immediately exclaimed. "I'm Jeff! I'm from Los Angeles. I heard you're from New York."

"Er—yeah," Blaine said, not really sure how to reply.

"That's awesome," Jeff replied. "I've always wanted to see New York. Is it as awesome as everyone says it is?"

"I think so," Blaine replied with a shrug.

"Jeff, why don't you help Blaine unpack and Peter and I are going to go chat in my office," Mr. Bellman said.

Jeff immediately walked over to help Blaine unpack.

"Dude! You play guitar?" Jeff asked, looking at the guitar that Blaine put down on the empty bed. "How long have you been playing?"

"I was 11 when I first picked it up," Blaine replied, always happy to discuss music. "Do you play?"

"I play bass," Jeff replied.

The two fell into an easy conversation about music after that. Blaine found that they had several of the same favorite bands and artists. He didn't have the same love for the band McFly that Jeff did, but he could appreciate their music.

"I mean Dougie Poynter is like my idol," Jeff gushed. "My ex-girlfriend used to joke that the only person I was allowed to ditch her for was Dougie."

"If you don't mind my asking…" Blaine began but got cut off.

"You want to know what in the world I did that my parents sent me here?" Jeff asked reading Blaine's mind. "Truancy."

Blaine looked over at Jeff and quirked an eyebrow, inviting him to explain that further.

"I was dating a guy in college and I would skive off and go to the beach with him instead of going to class. My parents found out and went ballistic. Not even three days later, I was here," Jeff explained.

Blaine dropped the shirt that he was holding and stared at Jeff in shock for a couple moments.

"What?" Jeff asked, confusion written all over his face. "Yeah, I've dated guys and girls. Don't tell me you're homophobic. That would be just my luck, I finally get a roommate and he hates me."

"No, not at all. My boyfriend's name is Kurt," Blaine replied, getting back to unpacking as if nothing had happened.

"So what about you?" Jeff asked.

"I got arrested for stealing a piece from the Met," Blaine replied with a sigh. "I was suspected of art forgery and a hell of a lot more, but they only got me on that piece."

"So did you go to juvie?" Jeff asked, intrigued.

"Nope," Blaine replied, reaching down and pulling his pant leg up. "I got this."

"My friend Nick has one of those too," Jeff replied. "That's got to suck man."

"Better than juvie," Blaine said.

By the time they had finished unpacking, Blaine found that he really liked Jeff. He had come to this school expecting that he wasn't going to make friends. He was just trying to bide his time until he got to see Kurt again.

"So we have lunch in twenty minutes in the main hall," Jeff said. "Not everyone is back yet, some students won't be back until late tonight or early tomorrow morning. You'll get to meet Nick, though. After lunch we don't have anything scheduled for the rest of the day. If you wanted we could chill and play guitar and stuff or we can always play Xbox in the common room."

"That sounds great man," Blaine replied.

Peter finally came up about five minutes later, ready to say goodbye to Blaine. Jeff told Blaine that he would meet him outside of the main hall.

"Now I think it goes without saying that I expect you to be on your best behavior here," Peter began. "I will be calling every day to check up on you and see how you're doing, and I mean that in the way of how you are actually doing not checking to see if you've gotten into trouble. I trust you."

Blaine wanted to scoff at that, clearly he didn't trust him all that much if he was sending Blaine here. He understood his Uncle's reasoning, but that didn't mean he'd have to like it.

"I'm really going to miss having you around the house, Blaine," Peter continued. "I'm only doing this because I think it's truly the best for you to get out of New York right now. You always have a home to come home to, though. I don't ever want you to doubt that."

"Thanks, Uncle Peter," Blaine replied, trying not to get choked up at that. It felt good to hear those words.

"Goodbye, Blaine," Peter said, pulling Blaine into a hug. "I will be here to pick you up for spring break before you know it."

After Peter left, Blaine went to meet up with Jeff again. He was really thinking that he won the roommate lottery with that one. He just hoped he wouldn't be Red Bull-hyper all of the time….like at night when he was trying to sleep.

"Blaine, this is my friend Nick!" Jeff said introducing the brunette standing next to him as soon as Blaine walked up. "Nick this is my new roomie and hopefully new best friend! He plays guitar! We like the same bands too! Nick plays drums. Isn't that cool?"

Blaine just stared at Jeff nodding, feeling like he was five cups of coffee behind him.

"I'm going to go grab us a table! Get me my usual, Nick!" Jeff said, running off before anyone could reply to him.

"He's a little much to take at first," Nick said, taking in the bewildered expression on Blaine's face. "He's the most genuine person I've ever met, though. Like seriously I don't know if there is anyone as nice as him."

"I can say he's not what I expected as a roommate in a school like this," Blaine admitted, piling some mashed potatoes on to his plate. "So is it true that we have to pick a sport?""

"Yeah, they think that it teaches teamwork and important skills that will help us mature and grow and some other shit," Nick said with a laugh. "Jeff fought the school though, claiming that it was absolutely ridiculous that they were forcing athletics upon their students when you could learn the exact same lessons from music. He won and now it's an option that you can practice a musical instrument instead."

"So we spend the time that would be used on sports practice just messing around on a musical instrument?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, it—like everything in this school—is structured. There is an official faculty supervisor and we all have to practice for showcases," Nick explained. "This is the first semester that music is being allowed, but from what I understand the showcases are kind of like a talent show in which everyone competes against each other. Just as with the sports teams, the house that wins gets a bonus of some sort—maybe a later weekend curfew for a month or they buy us all pizzas or something. People seriously get into it with the sports. Even if you don't like sports you root your house on because if they win then everyone wins."

Blaine nodded, seeing how it could easily get very competitive.

"Now I warn you," Nick said turning toward Blaine. "Jeff is already very serious about the first showcase. I know him very well, and he is already scheming on how to get you to join him to play at it. If you don't want to do it, you best tell him soon before he starts plotting. Once he gets something in his mind, he likes to get his way."

With that said Nick turned and carried his two trays over to a table that Blaine could see Jeff and some guy with short dark hair sitting at. Blaine followed over after a moment, sitting down in the empty seat in between Jeff and the boy he didn't know yet.

"Blaine this is Avery. He is the only boy in Walker House that we actually like," Jeff introduced.

Blaine saw Avery roll his eyes at that.

"Ignore Jeff, Walker House isn't that bad. He's just mad that we often beat Weston," Avery said with a friendly smile, sticking out his hand for Blaine to shake. "It's nice to meet you."

"You as well," Blaine said shaking Avery's hand.

Throughout the meal Blaine learned that Avery played the guitar as well, Jeff was trying to recruit not only Blaine but Avery and Nick to play with him as well and in general the school houses didn't like each other. He found the house rivalries to be a bit cliché, but kept that opinion to himself.

"So will you guys join me please?" Jeff begged, looking around the table and giving them all puppy eyes.

"Okay, I'll make you a deal," Avery said, laughing at Jeff's hopeful expression. "Let's jam together and see if we even mesh. Then we can decide if we should play together for the showcase."

Jeff's face lit up like it was Christmas.

"Meet you in the music room in twenty minutes!" Jeff said, immediately standing up and sprinting out of the room.

Blaine couldn't help but laugh. He had to admit, he was happy that this was his biggest problem at the moment—seeing if the four of them meshed musically. He didn't have to worry about people shoving him into lockers because he was dating Kurt or because he had a tracking anklet on his leg. He didn't have to worry about Mr. Clarington. He just had to worry about school…damn…maybe his Uncle was right. Blaine hoped Hunter was settling in as well.

An hour later found the four boys playing in one of the new designated music rooms. It wasn't much. It was clearly just a classroom that they emptied out and placed some instruments in. There was also an impressive collection of sheet music along the shelves on the wall. Other than that, the room just had some chairs scattered throughout.

"Do you mind if I record this?" Jeff asked, setting his phone up against one of the chalkboards.

No one protested, so Jeff shrugged and hit play. They started to play a song that they had been messing around with for the last hour.

Where are you?

And I'm so sorry,

I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight,

I need somebody and always

This sick strange darkness,

Comes creeping on so haunting every time…

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. The song at the end is 'I Miss You' by Blink-182. Also before anyone asks, no my intention is not to have a boarding school story like Dalton by CP Coulter either. Just read on and see!