AN: Hello all. I am AJ, and this is my first fic. Hopefully one person enjoys it somewhat. Before you begin, please read the trigger warning. I have updated all the chapters, and am trying to get this on a consistent posting schedule. Please review!

TRIGGER WARNING: Eating Disorders, Self Harm, Suicidal thoughts, Rape, Assault, Mute!Kurt.

"And the Oscar goes to Blaine-"

RING RING RING

I suddenly woke from his dream to the sound of the telephone. I glanced over to the clock on the wall and read the time. Why was my dorm phone ringing at 9:40 am on a Saturday? Whoever it was, why weren't they calling my cellphone? I rolled out of bed to answer the call before Wes or David woke up. They may be deeper sleepers than I, but not by much.

"Blaine Anderson speaking."

"Ah, yes. Good morning Mr. Anderson. I am sorry about the early morning call." Oh, shit. It was Dean Richards. Well, this must be good.

"No problem, Mrs. Richards. How can I help on this fine day?" I replied, smoothly slipping into my dapper mode.

"Well, Dalton today is receiving a new student today. Mr. Hummel and his parents will be here at 12:00 to do a tour and get him settled. I was wondering whether I could count on you, Mr. Anderson, to help me welcome the young man."

Being a transfer student myself and head prefect of the school, I was sometimes called upon to help settle new students. "Of course, Mrs. Richards. I shall be there by 12:00 then?"

"If possible Mr. Anderson, I was wondering if 11:30 would be alright? I need to brief you on this student. He has a couple of circumstances I think you should be aware of."

Brief? I had never had to be briefed on a student before... Some new students arrived more nervous than others, but what called for a briefing for the young Mr. Hummel? "That would be fine, Dean Richards. I shall see you then."
I hung up the phone and hopped out of bed, almost tripping on my sheets.

I stumbled to the washroom, taking a quick shower. After I brushed my teeth, shaved and gelled my hair, I left the bathroom to go put on my uniform. Once I made sure that my tie was straight and lapels were smooth, I went on my way to find breakfast.

I was surprised to see that I was not the only person up at 10:45 am on a Saturday, or at least the only one of my friends. I went to the breakfast bar, grabbing my usual Saturday french toast with eggs and bacon and a cup of coffee, and then joined Nick at the Warblers' table.

"Morning, Nick. What are you doing up?" Nick snapped his head up, also surprised to see someone up.

"Oh, hey B. I couldn't sleep again so I went for a run."

I paused my fork an inch from my mouth. "Nick-"

"Blaine, don't worry. I promise you that I will eat bacon and toast. And then I will not purge. Ok? Just because Je-someone doesn't care doesn't mean you need to be twice as worried now. I'm okay today. I honestly just couldn't sleep." Nick took a bite of his bacon in front of me to help his point.

"Nick, Jeff-fine, glare at me why don't you-SOMEONE still cares about you. He is just... having an identity crisis."

"Really now? Since when does that mean that you can just stop talking to your best friend for the past 7 years? We haven't spoken at all in two weeks. So sorry, but I have to get rid of the stress somehow." Nick sighed. I knew Nick was just stressed out. Nick just needed someone to rant to. And right then, I was determined to be that someone that would help get him out of this mood. "Anyways, change of topics. Why are you awake this early on a Saturday? And in uniform?" Nick questioned.

"Oh, new student today. Speaking of which, I best be going." I had finished all of my food, wiping my mouth clear with a napkin. "I want to have a sleepover tonight with you tonight, please? We can gossip, cry, watch sad romance movies and be so stereotypically gay that we don't even recognize ourselves. Please? I want to help, even if it is just helping you forget for a bit. You can rant about bad drivers or people who hate homosexuals or JK Rowling not making another Harry Potter book. Just please, let me help."

"Fine. I'll text you later. Have fun breaking in the newbie. Bye, B."

I got up from the table, cast Nick a small smile, and after putting my dishes in the dishes cart, I strolled out of the cafeteria and to the Dean's office.

"Morning, Laura," I smiled charmingly at the secretary. "I have an appointment with the dean?"

"Ah, yes Mr. Anderson. Go right on in." I gave Laura another smile and entered the Dean's door after knocking and getting an "enter."

"Good Morning Dean Richards."

"Thank you for coming Mr. Anderson. Please sit, we have much to discuss." After I took a seat in the couch across from the arm chair Mrs. Richards was perched in, she poured me a cup of coffee and began to speak. "As I have already told you, we have a transfer student coming in today. Now, I realize that while this alone is not something different, I find myself in a difficult situation. After much insistence, I was able to get Mr. Hummel, the father of the new student, to agree to have me tell one student the absolute basics of Kurt Hummel's situation. Before I tell you this, I need you to promise me that you will not tell anyone. If Kurt chooses to tell people, that is his choice. But, this is not your story to tell. Therefore, I trust I can count on you to help him using the information I am about to share?" After I agreed to keep this confidential, she continued.

"Mr. Kurt Hummel was recently assaulted. All I can tell you is that in this assault, he received injuries to both legs, his head, left arm, and vocal chords. Mr. Hummel is at the moment wheel chair bound, and permanently mute."

So, that was a really short preview of what is to come. Review if you want me to continue, please! -AJ