A/N: Hey guys. Well, this is my first Glee fic. I've written some other stuff before but since I've been on a Darren Criss trip for who knows how long now I couldn't stop myself from writing this. The ideas for this are just starting to kick into gear so please be patient with me. Let me know what you think. I'll gladly take any criticisms or ideas or whatever you want to throw at me. I know this chapter is kind of lame but it'll get better I promise. ANYWHO...enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee.

Chapter 1: A New Start

"If you tell anyone...I will kill you."

Kurt had to actually shake himself to get Karofsky's voice out of his head as he stared up to what would be his new home: Dalton Academy. At least he already knew some people. Right?

Even though he's been here before, he still couldn't help but be astounded by the school's beauty once again.

"KURT!" someone shouted behind him. The shouter couldn't help but notice that Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin. Looks like I'll have to be more careful when I do that. Kurt spun around with a look of pure nervousness on his face.

"Oh! Hey Blaine," Kurt said as his cheeks turned a slight red.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I should have known not to do that. Welcome to Dalton. I'm glad you're here."

"No need to be sorry. I just have to keep reminding myself that I don't need to be afraid here."

"Yeah you're completely safe here. So, are you excited?"

"If by excited you mean my stomach doing flip-flops in my throat? Then yeah absolutely." Blaine chuckled, and couldn't help but think how cute Kurt was. Wow where did that come from? We're just friends. Aren't we?

"How about I help you up to your room? Which is it?"

"Hmm...Landon Hall...Room 3B." Blaine's mouth dropped open. Kurt raised one eyebrow, "what?"

Mentally shaking himself Blaine replied, "I know exactly where that is. Let's go."

Kurt followed behind Blaine while trying to remember the way to their destination. For some reason, for Blaine to keep himself out of his own head, he pointed out different rooms as they passed them. He stopped them just inside the doorframe of a set of giant hard-wood doors, "Well, Kurt, this is Landon's common room. As you can see there's our so-called-kitchen that not many people use, pretty much our own living room/kitchen combo deal." Why the hell am I rambling like an idiot? Kurt can obviously see what is in the room. Come on Anderson, snap out of it. "And your room is right over here," pointing to the far right.

Kurt slowly walked into his new home-away-from-home getting a feel of the place. "Do...Who's my roommate?"

"Actually you have the room to yourself for now. At least until someone new comes along."

Shrugging his shoulders, "hmm...I can handle that. Blaine?"

"Huh?"

"Where's your room? You know, in case I need advice or have a question or..."

"Kurt it's ok," he chuckled, "my room is actually right next door."

Kurt's eyes widened just slightly, "oh." Blaine couldn't help but chuckle at Kurt's show of obvious surprise.

"Well, I'll let you go, so you can get yourself settled. I'll be next door if you need me. And Kurt...I'm...I'm really glad you're here."

"Thanks Blaine. I'm glad I'm here too." If only it was under far different circumstances. Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was nervous to be away from home and from all of his friends, but he knows he can't go back to McKinley. At least not as long as Dave was there. At least at Dalton he was safe, and he didn't have to be afraid every time he turned around. Plus, not that he would admit it to anyone, he was excited that Blaine was here too. He had a crush on the boy with the cinnamon-colored eyes that used too much hair gel that was only growing bigger every day. Kurt slowly started to unpack his things, feeling himself relax for the first time in who knows how long.

Back at McKinley

Football practice had just ended and Dave Karofsky shuffled himself behind the other football players towards the men's locker room. Lately he hasn't been able to get out of his own head. After the whole incident with Hummel, the image of what he did in the locker room kept playing over and over in his head. Why in the hell did I do that? He could barely admit to himself why he did it. And he sure as hell didn't wasn't willing to admit that he actually enjoyed the feel of Kurt's lips, how he tasted. Shit, stop it!

He got back to the locker room, preparing to hit the showers. He had to make sure to hide his "discomfort" of showering next to the other guys. It so happens that he landed the only shower left, right beside Sam. He could feel himself blush just at the thought of Sam. He tried to contain himself, but he did slip a peek here and there. Little did Dave know, Azimio saw everything...