Never would I have ever believed it was possible to transfer schools this far into the school year, but I guess once you feed the principal a story on how a huge Neanderthal is making your life a living hell and sexually assaulted you in the school bathroom it can be quite possible. Karofsky threatened to kill me if I ever told anyone; I quite enjoy my life no matter how painful it may be. However, I doubt Karofsky will ever find out I told the Principal of my new school so I should be safe. I had to kick my father out of the room to tell the Principal though, I couldn't have him hearing about that. Death is a way to harsh punishment for someone afraid to step out of the closet and into the sunlight. No matter what they may or may not have done to someone. Tears were shed, sobs were broken, but I had to tell someone. I couldn't keep it inside me any longer, it was too painful. The school felt safe, as did the entire faculty. It was going to be my own personal haven, I could be sure of it.

The day I said goodbye to everyone in New Directions was always going to be one of the worst days of my life. Nothing David Karofsky could do to me would ever compare to the hurt faces of all my friends once I told them about my transfer. I wanted to stay and explain to every single one of them why exactly I was leaving then, to answer the questions they may have had but I could see the tears forming in their eyes. I knew that if I had stayed any longer that I would have broken down and began to cry as well but Kurt Hummel had to remain strong. I had to get out of the choir room, anything to keep me from falling to the floor in a broken sob. I couldn't help but feel that I was letting all of them down in someday, that is what hurt me the most. First my father by being gay and not the son he always wanted and now my friends. Well, this is just great.

*BREAK*

Dalton was somewhat of a boarding school. There were day students and then there were boarding students, like I was going to be. I had to pack up all of my clothes (without wrinkling them of course) because every Monday, Wednesday and Friday were dress down days. I could be myself, dress how I want to dress and not worry about being shoved into lockers or being slushied. I haven't even gone to school yet and I was already beginning to fall in love with it, one thing I had never expected. Boarding also meant that I had to buy new things to furnish my room in order to express myself in whatever way I wanted. Like I said, I already loved this school. Any excuse for shopping. Normally my spending money would be generated by me helping my father out in his Garage, which I still had to do on Saturday's when there were no classes. My Father and I both decided it would save money that would have to be paid towards gas seeing as Lima was two hours away from Westerville and it would give me more time to do homework seeing as my work was now going to be about ten times harder compared to Public School. However my Dad did pressure me into taking up a job at a Coffee shop 15 minutes away from the school campus called the 'Lima Bean' as a barista. No, I did not only say I would accept the job because of the free coffee! Okay, maybe I did. Can you blame me? Anyways, I had to find some way of making money in order to keep up with my expensive taste in fashion.

I had to go shopping for things with Finn on Saturday in order to buy things for my Dorm. Finn most definitely wasn't my first choice, but all the girls were hard at work on Mr. Schuesters new 'Boy's vs. Girl's' assignment so I chose Finn. Still not sure why, I had to drag him out of the kids section multiple times in Bed, Bath and Beyond. Yes, KIDS. SECTION. He kept trying to convince me into buying a Football themed bed spread with football shaped pillows to match.

'But you like football! You were Kicker for the Titan's!'

'Yes, Finn. When I was young, naïve and trying to impress my Father'

'But you were like THE best kicker ever'

'I find your compliment quite flattering, Finn. Still not buying it though'

We walked out of the store with a brown, ivory, checkered Alexander McQueen comforter, brown Alexander McQueen bed sheets, 4 ivory colored pillow cases, a small, square brown decorative pillow, a green lamp with a metal base, a metal rimmed oval mirror and a football shaped pillow, for Finn, among other things.

'Dude! You do realize those are all from the girl's section, right?' I gave him my best bitch-please look.

'No, Finn. I was totally oblivious' I answered rolling my eyes 'Don't call me dude!'

'Sorry, Dude.'

*BREAK*

I drove into the parking lot and gasped at the sheer beauty of the school campus. It surprised me when I found my assigned parking space in the student parking and the concrete curb had my name clearly printed out on it with Black paint. 'Holy hell! This is too cool!' I whispered to nobody in particular. I quickly pulled out my blackberry and took a picture of it, sending it to Rachel and Mercedes before pulling into the space.

Next to my Navigator were a white Audi R8 to my left and a white Bentley to my right. Well, if this isn't an indicator that I'm not a rich kid, I don't know what is. I unbuckled my seatbelt, climbed out of my car and proceeded to go to the back of my car to unload my things in order to decorate my room before my parents came by to drop off my clothes and other personal items. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I gasped, turned around and shoved the stranger onto the ground without thinking. 'Holy shit!' I screamed. I couldn't believe I had just done that. Great first impression, right? The stranger was laying face down on the pavement. I couldn't help but notice that they had had platinum blonde hair which darkened to black as it neared the roots. Dyed. I watched as their body began to quickly began to rise and fall. Are they crying?

'Oh my god. I'm so sorry' I knelt down beside the person who was wearing the Dalton uniform. Male then I'm guessing. 'Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need me to call someone? Do you need me to take you to the hospital? Oh Lord! I'm so sorry. Extremely sorry! I can't believe I did that. Sorry!'

Suddenly the boy turned to me with a huge smile on his face and began laughing. I could feel my eyes bulging out of me head. This was unexpected. I'm guessing I didn't hurt him then...Once the boy could breathe again he spoke to me.

'That was so fun! Can we do that again?'

I just knelt there staring at him in shock.

'Sorry. I'm being rude. The name's Jeff, Jeff Sterling'

'Kurt! I'm Kurt Hummel. I'm sorry, I just –'

'Was bullied at your old school? That's alright. So are most of the other guys who come to this school. It was my fault. I should have made my presence known first before laying my hand on your shoulder. I take all the blame.' The boy stood up and dusted himself off then held out his hand in order to help me up. I clasped my hand in his and allowed him to pull me up of off the ground.

'So Kurt, You want any help taking your things to your room?' He asked nodded to my open car trunk.

'Oh! I would love that! Thank you so much, Jeff'

'Who said I was volunteering?' He asked me raising an eyebrow at me.

'Sorry' I said ducking my head down 'I just assumed since –'

'Kurt!' I looked back at him 'It's alright. I was only joking. You apologize too much, new kid' He began laughing and I laughed along with him.

*BREAK*

Jeff and I walked through the huge, wooded doors and straight to the receptionist.

'Hey, Wanda! This here is Mr. Kurt Hummel. He just arrived so I think he may need his room key and class schedule. The sooner the better though please because his stuff is heavy. I'm never being nice to a new kid again! Not to mention he shoved me to the ground when he first met me!' He said laughing causing the beautiful red haired lady who looked about 25 years old behind the maple desk to laugh while I blushed a light shade of pink. Embarrassment.

'Jeff! Do you have no manners?' She said in a mock serious tone. 'I bet you deserved it anyways knowing you!'

'I resent that statement Ms. Pratt!'

She turned away laughing and dug through the large metal filing cabinet behind her desk for a few minutes. When she turned back to face Jeff and I she held a large booklet and a sheet of paper in her right hand. She handed me both of the things in her hand.

'The booklet contains the school rules, which you don't really need to read – don't tell the Principal I told you that! – and the sheet of paper is your class schedule with lesson, times, room numbers and the names of your teachers. If you just give me a second please, I just have to go into the backroom to get you your room key. Now if you'll please excuse me' She got up out her seat and I watched as she walked into the back room wearing a grey buttoned down pencil skirt, white button down oxford and nude studded Luboutins.

'I'm sure hope I'm close to you, Jeff. It would be nice if I at least knew one person on my floor'

'I hope so too, Kurt. I think we could be great friends' He said nudging my shoulder.

'Thanks, Jeff. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship'

'I thought you shoving me to the ground was the start of our friendship!' He said giggling.

'You are never going to let that go. Are you?'

'Not at all, Kurtie!'

'Nice nickname idea, Jeff.' I said rolling my eyes.

'Hey! I give all my friends nicknames!'

'Fine. If anyone else calls me that though I WILL kill you' I said smiling at him 'So, do we have roommates or do we all get a room to ourselves? All I was told was that my bed was queen sized.'

'Students all share a room with another person. Prefects are the only students with a room all to themselves. Their rooms are a bit bigger but their bed's are still the same size as ours. The rooms are only a bit bigger because they have their own personal bathrooms and all students rooms have huge walk in closets which they have to share. Prefects have one all to themselves. Students all share the Bathrooms and Shower rooms all located at the end of our halls but don't worry. The bathrooms have stalls and the showers are all behind closed doors which you can lock if you're a bit self conscious like I am.' He said smiling. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Wanda walking back towards us.

'Congratulations Mr. Hummel!' I gave her a confused look. Why was I being congratulated? 'You are on the same floor as Mr. Sterling' Jeff and I shared a quick High Five. 'You also have been given room 157!' I watched as Jeff's mouth fell open. I was about to say something about flies but he began to speak, well actually, shout.

'No fudging way!' I watched as Jeff's eyes widened as he spoke.

'What? What's wrong with that room? Please don't tell me that its haunted or infested with rat's. I can't handle things like that!' I said to him beginning to freak out.

'Nothing! Nothing is wrong with the room. Room 157 is one out of the two single rooms on our floor. The Prefect has the other.'

'So you mean I don't –'

'No.'

'But I thought you said only –'

'I did' He answered not blinking even once.

'Then why do I of all people have that room?'

Wanda decided to cut in 'The Principal thought that your bullying story was by far one of the worst he had ever heard of' I winced at the memory of Karofsky and the lockers. I felt Jeff's hand slip into mine and I looked at him. He had a small, comforting smile whilst looking at me and I mouthed thank you to him. He just shrugged and said 'It's what any good friend would do' He turned back to face Wanda and so did I, motioning for her to continue. 'So, he decided that you deserved a room all to yourself to feel safe, to be your own personal haven and escape if you were still having troubles and couldn't stand to have anybody see you in such a vulnerable state. However, I do have to tell you Kurt that nobody here will look down upon you if you suddenly breakdown. We will all be here for you. If you need anybody to talk to you can come to me anytime, no matter what. I am also one hundred percent certain Jeff will be there for you too. If he's not, just smack him over the head. He normally deserves one on a daily basis anyways' She said winking to us.

'I'm hurt!' Jeff said mocking hurt causing both Wanda and I to laugh.

'Thank You so much, Wanda. I will sure come to you if I have any troubles. That really does mean a lot to me. Also, can you send my thank you to the Principal?' I watched as she nodded 'Now I really appreciate what the Principal did but it's not fair. I can't do that to all the other students who –'

'So you say sorry too much and you are EXTREMELY unselfish…Just take the room, Kurt! Nobody will be mad or upset with you. You don't even need to tell people WHY you have the room. Just tell then you found a four leaf clover when you were five or something and you have been a lucky kid ever since!' he said beaming and me causing me to break into an obnoxious round of laughter.

'Great imagination there, Buddy. Fine then. I will take the room. You truly are a bad influence Mr. Sterling'

I nicely too the key from Wanda's hand. 'Thank you so very much, Wanda. I really appreciate it.'

'No problem, Kurt. It's kind of my job, Mr. Hummel' she laughed.

'Teasing Jeff?'

'No, that's just an added bonus' She said laughing even more when Jeff began to pout like a five year old.

'Very true'

'Your Floors prefect will be by your room very soon to introduce himself and to show you around the campus. Hope to see you very soon, Kurt!'

'As do I, Wanda'

'Come on. Let's go show you your room!' Jeff said taking my hand. There was nothing sensual about the gesture, just a friendly gesture. It made me smile that someone whom I just met could feel so comfortable around me as if we were old friends. I knew Jeff was going to very quickly become close to my heart, very close. I needed someone like him to comfort me, a friend. Nothing more. It wasn't that Jeff was bad looking, far from it actually. I just didn't care for him in that way and I could already tell that I never would be able to.

'Lead the way, sir'

*BREAK*

'Remember dinner is at six so you have a little over three hours to do whatever the hell you want'

'Thanks, Jeff. See you at dinner?' I asked him hopefully.

'Hell Yeah! Of course you will. Wezzie, Dave and B will all love you. Quick question, Are you gay?'

Great. Well, this friendship was good whilst it lasted.

'Uhm, yeah. I am. I totally understand if you just want to ignore me because –'

'Kurt, I have a boyfriend' He laughed.

'Oh! You're gay?'

'Did the thing about me having a boyfriend give it away?' he laughed again. 'I'm dating a boy called Nick' I watched as a soft smile spread across his face. I wanted that someday. Someone to love, somebody to love me back. 'You probably won't get to see him tonight though, he has prefect duties. B does too but he is WAY more organized than Nicky so he will most likely be there. Don't worry, there are no homophobes here. It's a safe environment. I have to go but talk to you later, Kurtie' he said waving at me then disappearing behind the corner.

'Bye J!' I shouted hoping he could hear me.

I smiled to myself. I made a friend today. A great friend. A best friend. I opened my door and was happy that Jeff had helped me load some of my clothes into my closet, which was HUGE by the way, and set up my bed. All that was left for me to do was the bathroom, the mirror, my posters, and the carpet. I quickly glanced down at my clothes. I most definitely need to change. I am NOT sweating in McQueen.

*BREAK*

I soon found myself wearing a cropped, off the shoulder grey shirt with 'I kiss boys!' on the front, a white undershirt and black sweat pants. The only time you will see Kurt Hummel in sweats? Is when he doesn't want to ruin his high fashion clothes. I stood by my room door and admired my finished room. Ivory painted walls (They were already that colour when I came. Perfect!), White shaggy rug at the foot of my bed, dark brown curtains draping my window opposite my bed, a Wicked poster on the left of my window, a Sound of Music poster to the right of my window, the mirror hanging on the wall to the right of my bed, a dark brown bedside table on either side of my bed and the green lamp on the bedside table to the left of my bed. I sighed at the sight of my room. It was even more beautiful than my room and that was saying something seeing as the gorgeous Nate Berkus practically helped me decorate it.

I looked at my watch. Five in the afternoon. Half an Hour till Finn, Dad and Carol would arrive with the remainder of my stuff and one hour until dinner in the dining hall. I grabbed my I-pod off of my bed and put my ear buds in I searched till I found my favorite song, hit play, jumped on my bed and began singing with my back to the door.

It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M.
Just put your paws up 'cause you were Born This Way, Baby.

My mama told me when I was young "We are all born superstars"
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on in the glass of her boudoir
"There's nothing wrong with loving who you are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up girl and you'll go far,Listen to me when I say"

I'm beautiful in my way 'cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, babyI was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, babyI was born this way

Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
Baby I was born this way
Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born-
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't be a drag -Just be a queen

Don't be a drag -Just be a queen

Don't be a drag -Just be a queen
Don't be!

Give yourself prudence and love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice your truth
In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth
A different lover is not a sin
Believe capital H-I-M (Hey hey hey)
I love my life I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah

I'm beautiful in my way 'cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, babyI was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret, just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, babyI was born this way

Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born this way
Baby I was born this way
Oh there ain't no other way
Baby I was born-
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't be a drag -Just be a queen

Don't be a drag -Just be a queen

Don't be a drag -Just be a queen
Don't be!

Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're Lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied, or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'cause baby you were born this way

No matter gay, straight, or bi,
lesbian, transgendered life,
I'm on the right track baby,
I was born to survive.
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made,
I'm on the right track baby,
I was born to be brave.

Next thing I knew I was falling towards the floor. 'Fuck!' Thank god the carpet was there to semi cushion my fall or else I could have possibly hurt myself a lot more than just the bruising that will magically appear tomorrow morning. I felt hands grip my arm. I expected to be Carol, Finn or maybe Dad. Hell, I even expected to see Jeff. What I did not expect was to be met with gorgeous hazel eyes when I looked up to thank whoever it was that came to my rescue. The boy had dark curly hair which appeared to be glued down with gel, never have I thought that that amount of hair gel could ever look so hot on anybody, but this boy seemed to make it possible. My eyes then noticed his gorgeous tan skin ad my eyes trailed down him body shamelessly and to his, ohmyfudginggod, amazingly toned arms. I suddenly had the strong urge for those arms to be tightly wrapped around me. I then glanced back up at his beautiful lips, his full pink lips. Never in my life have I wanted to randomly kiss a stranger, until now. Oh! He's speaking to me. I shook my head as a came out of my lust induced state.

'What?' I asked him, slightly out of breath.

He pointed to his ears. I raised an eyebrow at him, confused as to what he was trying to indicate. I watched as he reached out to my face, how his muscles flexed and bit my lip from letting out a soft moan. His hand brushed my cheek and I felt colour rise into my cheeks, turning me into an unflattering shade of red. I suddenly felt something being pulled out of my ears. Oh.

'Headphones' He said smiling at me. Is it were possible I would have just melted then and there.

'Who are you?' I asked him raising an eyebrow.

'Are you okay? I mean you did fall pretty hard –'

'Who. The. Hell. Are. You?' I asked slowly in order to indicate that I wanted an answer to my previously asked question.

'No need for language, Kurt. I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson.' He looked down and his eyes began to darken a little.

'Blaine' What a very unusual name but extremely hot. He suddenly looked back up at me with wide eyes. Shit. Leave it to me to have no filter around a gorgeous guy…

'It's hot in here right? Does this place have AC? Because I would have thought that for a expensive prep school this place would AT LEAST have the bare necessities' I said laughing. Thank god I was a great actor or that could have ended badly

His face seemed to visibly relax 'Yeah, It does' he answered smiling at me once again.

'So why exactly are you in my room, Blaine?' I asked getting up, wincing a bit at the pain, then raising my eyebrow at him.

' Oh! I'm your prefect. I knocked on your door. So loud actually that I thought it was going to break down. You didn't answer but I heard you singing so I just –'

'Came in?'

'Well, yeah...' He said rubbing the back of his neck 'I'm kind of allowed to do things like that'

'That's quite rude, Mr. Anderson. However the only way you could have possible reached me that quick when I fell was if –'

'I was watching you?' Blaine visibly blushed 'I kind of was, I guess' his eyes widened when he realized how weird that sounded.

'Creepy…'

'NO! I mean…You have a beautiful voice and I read your file before I came over here to talk to you –'

'Wait, you read my file? That stuff was personal!' I shouted. How was he allowed to read something so humiliating and embarrassing? Something I didn't want anybody else to know. 'YOU read everything?'

'Well, not from your original file. Prefects are given altered and shorter files. I just read that you were badly bullied and –'

'Did you read HOW I was bullied?' I asked my eyes widening

He looked up at me shocked. 'No! God no! I could never interfere with somebody's privacy like that, Kurt. Not without their permission that is.'

I let out a huge sigh of relief. Thank you.

'Kurt, when I saw you dancing and singing you looked so happy and carefree'

'I was' I said smiling softly down at him 'You know you can get up, right?' I said smiling. I offered out my hand to him and he took it happily.

'Thank you' he said as I helped him up off the ground. I bit my lip at how amazing he looked in his black skinny jeans and maroon button down. 'So, Kurt?'

'Mhm?' I hummed taking my eyes of his chest and moving them to look at his face.

'You kiss boys?' He asked smirking

'What?' I asked alarmed.

'Your shirt.' He said pointing to my chest.

Of course. Meet an insanely hot guy. Wear really embarrassing clothing. Good one, Hummel.

'Yeah. I'm gay' I said looking down. There was no way this Adonis in front of me was gay too. He probably had a beautiful blonde, skinny girlfriend.

He put his fingers under my chin and forced me to look at him. He was a mere few inches from me and I could feel his breath on my lips.

'There is no reason to be ashamed, Kurt. I kiss boys too'

'Y-You're Bi?' He actually laughed at my comment. THAT had to be my new favorite sound. I would to anything to hear that laugh once again. Anything.

'No, Kurt. I'm gay. Totally one hundred percent gay'

I bit my lip at his answer and watched as he glanced down at my lips then back at my eyes. I repeated his action but my eyes lingered on his lips a bit longer. I desperately wanted to feel his beautiful lips on mine. He kept his gaze fixed on my eyes as he began to inch closer and closer towards my waiting lips.

KNOCK KNOCK

'Kurt?'

*BREAK*