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Welcome to Dalton

Arrivée

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Blaine!" Wes yelled as he knocked loudly on the bedroom door. Blaine just groaned not wanting to move and continued to cover his head with his duvet. "BLAINE!" with a sigh Blaine stood up, hair slightly ruffled and a frown on his face before marching towards the door.

He reached out his hand before yanking the door opening. "What Wes? What possibly could be so important for you to be knocking on my door at 7.30 in the morning, and on a Saturday for a matter fact?!" he glared at the dark haired boy who stood outside his room. If anything Wes didn't seem fazed. In fact he just smiled at Blaine.

"Just get ready! I've got big news Blaine!" he said happily.

"What could be so big for so early on a Saturday morning? Is the sky falling? A massive black hole has appeared and sucked all other members of the Warblers apart from you in and now you need help getting them out?" Blaine replied sarcastically while shaking his head in an angry motion.

"You're getting a room mate Blaine! A boy our age has just transferred to Dalton!" Wes exclaimed, he reached out a steady hand to shut Blaine's open mouth.

"Wait a minute…" Blaine repeated. "let me get this straight I'm getting a new room mate because a boy has transferred here and you decide to tell me this now? What I don't get Wes is WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS IN SANITY HAVE YOU WOKEN ME UP BEFORE 10.00 ON A SATURDAY MORNING?!" Blaine yelled.

Wes smiled "Because you're needed at reception to meet him. He should be here-" he looked down at his watch what showed 7.40 "-in about 10 minutes." then he turned around and left.

Blaine shook his head and shut the door. It was then Wes's words hit him. Ten minutes. Oh sweet Gaga I need to get a move on!

He quickly got ready wearing his freshly pressed Dalton academy. He looked in the bathroom mirror while he ran gel into his hair holding it in place and straightened his tie. He looked at himself thoroughly holding his own gaze in the mirror. He then span on his heel and made his way to the door. Let's get this over with then. He thought to himself as he walked down the hall and to the reception.


AT RECEPTION

Blaine arrived at reception in record time, taking many of the short cuts he had found over the years at Dalton. He walked up to the heavy pine door and knocked on the door. KNOCK!KNOCK!KNOCK! He waited for the answer from the inside.

"Come in" a sharp and shrill voice called from within. Blaine took and deep breath and opened the door turning the large bronze door knob until the clicking noise of the lock opening was heard.

The woman behind the desk looked up. Blaine remembered seeing her a few times over the past 2 years. Mrs. Hogget was a middle aged women with brown shoulder length hair, with a few grey strands growing. She was quite a petite figure and she had a gentle smile. "Ah, Mr Anderson" she said from behind the desk. "I'd like to introduce Kurt Hummel" she said gesturing to the most beautiful creature Blaine had ever seen.

There in one of the leather chair sat a tall, yet slim figure. Kurt had amazing flawless pale skin. His dirty blonde hair was held little gel, yet was perfectly spiked. His lips were a the perfect rosy pink and his eye. Oh Gaga. His eyes! They were a perfect blue colour. They looked like the Caribbean sea. Not one imperfection. Just an endless sea of blue.

Blaine shook his head to shake him out off his pondering. He held out hi hand towards Kurt. "Hello, my name is Blaine Anderson. It's nice to meet you." Kurt looked up from the hand held out in front of him, to Blaine and smiled.

"Bonjour Blaine, Je m'appelle Kurt" his accent thick with French. " Comment Allez-vous?"

Blaine stared at Kurt in wonder and at the sound of the French language in his ears and smiled.

"Je suis desolé, Kurt." Blaine said "Je ne parle pas le français" he had a sad smile on his face.

Kurt smiled at him and replied to the obvious try of speaking French to him. "I am sorry Blaine" he said, word pronounced in a French accent. "It is meet good to you." he told him.

Blaine smiled at the adorable accent. Yes, it's good to meet you too Kurt.