Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. This is fanfiction. Duh.

Un-established Klaine

live in my house,

i'll be your shelter.

just pay me back

with one thousand kisses.

be my lover.

and i'll cover you.

-Cover You, RENT

PROLOUGE

He knew he was making a mistake. He knew this was a terrible idea. He knew he would never be forgiven. But he also knew he needed to escape. Dalton was great, it really was. The teachers were supportive and the boys were nice, at least the Warblers were. Wes and David had welcomed him in without question, and Blaine. Oh Blaine. Blaine would be devastated. But Kurt knew he couldn't stay. The silence that accompanied Dalton's atmosphere was crushing him. He wanted someone to break the cold, hard exterior that was Dalton Academy, but everyone seemed comfortable with it. That's what drove Kurt away most.

The second was the Warblers. They were great guys, they were polite and orderly and organized. And that's why Kurt hated them. He wanted the loud and fun practices he had with New Directions. He wanted to be able to speak without having Wes' gavel ringing out. He wanted to put up a fight for solos. He wanted someone to want to put up a fight with him. He missed Brittany's random thoughts, and Mike's random dancing. He missed Rachel's loud and overbearing mouth, and Finn's attempts to silence her. He missed Artie's eccentric voice, and Tina's shy smiles. And, oh god. He missed Mercedes so much it killed him. He missed her hand there on his knee, her clear, powerful voice. He wouldn't tell her, but he missed her technicolor zebra hoodie too. Anything that wasn't navy or red.

Sure, McKinley was infested with bullies and Karofsky, but this place was infested with silence and protectiveness, and cold. Dalton was a cold place. Cold people, cold eyes, cold rules. He wanted McKinley's warmth. The smiles he got when he entered the choir room, the pats on the back when he does good on a song, the fun dance routines that always fired everyone up. Even if Karofsky tried to mess with him, he knew he had five guys (and maybe Lauren Zizes) that were willing to beat the shit out of him. Kurt wasn't sure he had that here. Blaine would certainly try, but who else would step up to the plate to save him when need be? He didn't know anyone who would. And that scared him.

So, standing in an almost empty dorm room, why was Kurt still crying? He was making the right decision, wasn't he? He was leaving the place that was choking the life out of him, and going right back to the place that made him flee to Dalton in the first place. Cold feet weren't going to help him at all at the point. So he dried his tears and zipped his suitcase. He was about to turn and leave this place forever when he heard a gasp in the door behind him. He willed himself not to turn around. He knew he wouldn't be able to leave once he saw Blaine's face. He tried to ignore the footsteps crossing his room. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder, but he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Kurt?" The tear-filled voice asked. Kurt squeezed his eyes tighter, hoping the presence would go away. He felt Blaine's hand shrink away, but the presence didn't move from its position.

"Kurt, I don't want you to go back to the hellhole!" Blaine said, not moving an inch. Kurt snapped.

"Well I don't want to stay in this hellhole!" He screamed, spinning around, eyes ablaze. "It's killing me here. More than it ever would at McKinley. At least I'm cared about there." Blaine stood, mouth slightly agape. Kurt faltered slightly at the hurt in the caramel eyes he once loved. Still loved.

"Kurt, I care about you." His voice was small, almost like a child's.

"Then you know this is the best choice for me. I'm sorry Blaine." Kurt tried to step around him, but Blaine moved to block his path.

"No." The caramel eyes were angry now, determined. "You may leave Dalton, but you're not leaving me, not like this." Kurt was confused. Did Blaine want him to leave?

"What?" He questioned, figuring he might as well ask.

"You're going back to McKinley, but not without me." And with that Blaine stalked out, head held high with determination.

A/N: So… um. I know fics where Blaine goes to McKinley are really cliché, but this one will be different. Tell me if this is a good beginning, or if it should be altered. Give me suggestions please? Thanks.

-Max

P.S.: Don't worry, I haven't given up on my other fics, this one is an in-between one! Thanks for all the positive feedback on them though! It means so much. Love!