**I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR DALTON**
Dalton was silent and dark. The warden had made his nightly rounds of tormenting the students and unarming them. Reed Van Kamp was restless as usual, leaning against the far wall of his dorm. The only light reflecting off his face was the warm glow of the cigarette he held clenched between his fingers. He breathed calmly, exhaling small puffs of smoke that enwreathed his strawberry blond curls. Kurt was tossing and turning in his bed and soon revealed a small hidden pocketknife under his pillow. Silently, Reed crept over and with experienced fingers retrieved the knife with out stirring the sleeping boy. Before he was able to stand up straight he froze, pushing his thick hair away from his ear to listen for the source of a strange noise. He slowly ground his cigarette into the side table, making a black mar on the polished wood, and crept back to his place on the wall, still listening. With force, his shoulder blades were shoved against the cold wall by a tall figure, luring over him in the darkness. Reed froze, searching nervously for the face of his capturer. As the figure began to lean closer to him, he stiffly slid his hand towards his back pocket. Before he could even touch the small knife, he let out a soft but high squeak, as a pair of lips were thrusted onto his. Reed stiffened, clenching his fists tight as slender hands wrapped gently around his waist. The mysterious lips wandered from his own and now caressed his cheeks and chin releasing the tension that filled the short boy. Carefully Reed ran his fingers lightly through the boy's dark curls, grasping a hold of them and pulling himself away for a few short seconds.
"Shane…" he whispered in an almost content sigh before he was pushed back between Shane and the dorm wall. Pink blush now covered the unrightfully innocent face as the taller boy ran his cold hands down Reed's sides, which ignited at the touch. Slowly the small boy draped his arms around Shane's neck, kissing him back now. Suddenly, a shrill yelp filled the room and Shane appeared on the ground, with the small blond seated on top of him shoving a knife towards his neck. Reed smiled innocently at Shane who lay shaken on the ground beneath him. Keeping the cold knife lightly planted on Shane's neck, Reed leaned to him putting his mouth right next to Shane's ear.
"To far Shane," The boy whispered in an almost angelic tone, while yanking the tall boys curls upwards so that his outstretched neck was at the mercy of the small pocketknife Reed wielded. "If you try and touch my ass again I will slit your throat and hang from the top of Windsor for all of Ohio to see" he paused, "Are we clear, Anderson?" Shane nodded shakily as Reed leaned back away from his ear still keeping the knife on his neck. After a long moment Reed swiftly retracted the blade and stood, swinging the knife into his back pocket. Returning back to his wall he lit another cigarette letting the smoke surround him again.
"Get out."