Author's Note:

Hello readers!

This is my first fanfiction, so yeah. Most of the characters are based on that of CP Coulter's Dalton, and as is the setting. Ok, it is based on CP Coutler's Dalton, which is a great fanfiction, if you like this then no doubt, you'll like Dalton! Anyway, it is set before Kurt goes to Dalton, as you will see. Please review, all reviews are very much appreciated! DH :)

Disclaimer - I do not own Glee, The Warblers (damn it) or Dalton.

Blaine walked down one of the grand hallways of Dalton Academy, staring all around. It was much nicer than any school he had ever seen before, especially any of the ones he had been to before. If he had seen it empty, not full of uniform clad adolescent boys, he would've mistaken it for a manor house. But then, he supposed, to many of the boys, it was a house. And now, for the foreseeable future, it was his.

He was wandering around aimlessly, not really paying any attention to the people around him or the time going by, just looking at the paintings, the fabrics that covered the chairs and that hung over the large windows and the beautifully decorated furniture. He could only think that he had landed in a dream world, one that didn't really exist, or he that was in the wrong place. This was far too ornate to be a school, especially one for teenage boys.

Then he realised what he was doing. He was in a new school, not a museum. He needed to find the office or equivalent and get his timetable, he couldn't just look around. It was his first day and he needed to make a good impression. He started to panic, where was anywhere? He had no idea where he was. There weren't any signs or maps around, and most of the boys had gone. He had ended up at a cross-road like thing, with no idea where to go. He was looking around frantically, turning around in small, slow circles, gripping his bag for support, worrying more with each second.

"Are you ok?" A deep, amused voice said from behind him. Blaine turned around quickly, surprised at the sudden company. He saw a tall-ish, Asian boy, leaning against the wall, staring at him, a smile playing at his lips. Blaine realised how silly he must've looked and turned red instantly.

"I'm new." That was all Blaine could say - he was too embarrassed and worried to form words.

"Do you have a name?" The boy asked, a smirk creeping onto his face, he was clearly very amused by the new boy.

"Y-y-yes, Blaine."

"Blaine…?" The boy tried to get more information out of the shorter one. His attitude and manner making him very easy to be around.

"Anderson, I'm Blaine Anderson." Blaine replied, his confidence growing, and becoming more relaxed.

"Well, welcome to Dalton, Anderson." The boy said, holding out his hand for a hand shake. "I'm Wes Hughes."

Blaine shook his hand, and probably held onto his hand for a bit too long. Wes noticed this, and raised an eyebrow, causing Blaine to blush again.

"Well, Anderson, do you have your timetable?" Wes asked.

"No, I don't."

"Do you know where to get it?" Wes was remaining cool, even though he was probably late for lessons by now and he was having to deal with a new kid who knew next to nothing about what he was meant to be doing.

"No." Blaine answered bluntly, slightly embarrassed by his lack of knowledge.

"Would you like some help to find it?" Wes asked, he knew that he would have to help the boy from the moment he set eyes on him.

"Yes please, if you don't mind. Or you could just tell me, I can find my own way, I don't want to make you late for lessons…" Blaine trailed off.

"It's fine, I have a lesson that's too easy and seen as you're so cute, I'll take you." Wes said, surprising Blaine with the compliment and the bluntness of the way he said it. Blaine was further embarrassed by this. "Come on then Anderson, look sharp."

Blaine had no time to react or even take in what Wes had said as he had his arm linked through Wes' and was being pulled away from his current spot in some direction. Blaine didn't know where he was going, nor was he interested in his surroundings anymore. He was much more interested in the boy linked through his arm.

It didn't take Blaine the whole journey to the Office, full with staring at his dark hair, those caramel eyes and the toffee coloured skin, to realise he was in love with Wesley Hughes.

Blaine found himself in the office, with no idea how he got there and no idea what the woman behind the desk was asking him. He only realised where he was when he felt a pain in his ribs. Wes had nudged him. They were no longer linked up, but still standing very close.

"Uh?" Blaine came out of his daydream.

"He's a man of very few syllables I'm afraid, Ms. Melkin." Wes said to the lady behind the desk, and flashed her a brilliant smile.

"Oh, that's fine Wesley, that's fine." She said directly at Wes, they seemed to know each other well. She then said to Blaine, "What's your name, dear?"

"Blaine Anderson," Blaine saw that as sufficient, he didn't want to risk using anymore words. Mrs. Melkin typed something into her computer.

"He really doesn't say much, does he?" She said, smiling at Wes. Wes shook his head in reply, examining Blaine's face carefully, noticing that as he did so, Blaine's face changed to an obvious shade of red.

"Right," Mrs. Melkin said, bringing the boys out of their thoughts, holding a piece of paper out to Blaine. "Here's your timetable, it seems to be quite similar to Wesley's, so if you just stick with him, I'm sure he'll show you around. Are you boarding, Blaine?"

"Yes, yes I am." Blaine replied, carefully using more words than the minimum, and taking his timetable.

"It looks like you're staying in Windsor," Blaine thought he saw Wes smile to himself at this, "So, go along to Mr. Howard after lessons, and he'll sort you out." She finished with a smile towards Wes.

"Thank you, Mrs. Melkin." Wes winked at her, she flushed slightly.

"Well, it is my job. Now off you go! You're already late enough. Goodbye boys, good luck Blaine!" She said kindly.

Blaine mumbled something before he left the room, looking at his timetable.

"What you got first Anderson?" Wes asked him, peering at the timetable.

"History, I think." Blaine answered, offering his timetable to Wes for him to check.

"Yep, with Spell, that's good." Wes said, eyes not leaving the paper.

"Is he good?" Blaine asked, hopeful.

"Yep, and that's what I'm meant to be having right now." Wes smiled. "Look sharp, Anderson, you're already late."

And with that, Wes linked them up again and they started to move at a faster pace down the hall.