Things were new and Blaine Anderson wasn't used to it. Just a few days before being in a whole different world, he was being pushed into lockers by the whole football team. In fact, Dave Karofsky beat him to the floor last Monday. Although he felt a bit of regret, obviously he did miss his friends in New Directions, they loved him for who he was, he knew this was for the better. He couldn't, actually, he shouldn't let himself be hurt just because he chose to be who he was. No one should mess with that.
A while after his dad dropped him off beside the maroon brick walls of the campus, Blaine finally coughed up the courage to walk into the large doors of Dalton Academy and admired the beauty of the interior at once. Elegant paintings hanged on the beautiful wooden walls and his feet grazed at the shiny wooden floor below him. His hands finally released it's firm grasp on the golden doorknob and he walked over to the leather couches that caught his eye almost immediately when he crossed it's path. He sat down on the couch, classes were to start at 8:00 AM sharp, and it was still 7:05.
After moments filled with the sound of students romping around the halls passed, he decided to walk around the school to get to know the place a bit better. After all, he wouldn't want to have to ask multiple where's every single day. Walking around the halls weren't so bad, people smiled and nodded at him as he walked by them. When he reached the giant staircase that laid at the center of the entire campus, a guy with beautifully combed hair (he wondered what kind of gel the guy used, he'd definitely have to try it) and a wonderfully neat appearance, approached him. The guy waved at Blaine for a while before finally saying something. "Hi, you're new here, am I right?" Blaine's spirit was raised by this guy's enthusiasm, and he replied with a smile, "Yes, I'm Blaine Anderson." The guy held out his hand to Blaine and said, "Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel. Do you need some help getting around?"