Everyone But You

Chapter One

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Sam Evans wiped a fresh sheen of sweat from his brow, gripping his lacrosse stick as he desperately tried to catch his breath in the brisk, autumn air. His team ran off without him in practice, but he needed to take a breather before he could catch up with them. Just as he was about to run off again, a glint of light distracted him. He looked in the direction from whence it came, and then found himself distracted by someone moving a large, black trunk towards Williams House, the dorm that he lived in.

The boy was stately and built, not at all Samuel's type, and he frowned. Just as he was about to accept disappointment and return to practice, though, a smaller, more lithe boy strode confidently behind him. A smile instantly spread across his full lips when he saw a navy and red colored Dalton tie slung carelessly around his neck. This boy was more his style: shorter, thin, with a crop of perfectly styled brown hair atop his pale face.

Once again, Sam wiped sweat from his forehead, but this time, he was unsure if it was from his physical activity or in response from the boy entering his dorm hall. Entranced, he barely heard the calls from his teammates as they screamed at him to rejoin the game. He shook his head and tore his gaze away from the boy just as he disappeared into the building, and then ran down the field to return to practice.

Suddenly, his junior year just looked a little brighter.

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Jesse St. James poured over the algebra book in his hand, desperately trying to comprehend a jumbled up combination of letters and numbers that somehow combined to form an important equation. For some reason, math and his brain just did not get along. Admitting defeat, Jesse snapped his book shut and rose from his chair, deciding that his failure at being able to study alone was reason enough to go bother Blaine Anderson.

It was no secret that Jesse St. James had feelings for Blaine Anderson. No secret to anyone… except for Blaine Anderson.

Jesse made it very clear that he was interested in him nearly every day, from the moment the younger boy had transferred to Dalton and into his life. He did everything just short of looking him in the eye and saying, "I want you," to him to hint at him that he was interested; he gave him expensive gifts for his birthday and Christmas, sang him numerous solos during Warbler rehearsal, constantly defended him and cared for him, was always close to him and brushing against him "by accident."

Unfortunately enough for Jesse, Blaine was about as blind to these advances as a person could be. To call the boy oblivious would be a massive understatement—and it irritated Jesse to absolutely no end.

As he left his room, smirk planted on his lips, the senior found himself completely excited to see Blaine; to sit close to him and have him explain freshman math to him again, to brush his leg and hope that, for once, the boy would actually respond. He turned the corner to Blaine's room, but was stopped short when he saw someone he didn't recognize.

A scrawny, medium height boy was standing outside Blaine's dorm, holding two duffle bags. He had a Dalton tie slung carelessly around his neck, the only careless looking part of him, as the rest of him was impeccably put together. Jesse frowned at the unfamiliar boy. Then the door slammed open, and in an instant, he heard Blaine shout a jumble of words and then throw his arms around the unknown boy in a tight, loving hug.

Jesse scowled deeply as he watched the two interact, becoming angrier and angrier as he watched Blaine's excited smile grow and the boy across from him become comfortable and smile as well.

When Blaine slipped his hand into the boy's, the senior bared his teeth. He didn't know who this boy was, but he had just earned himself one enemy by the name of Jesse St. James.

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Blaine Anderson rubbed his temples and attempted to read the paragraph in his European History textbook a fifth time. Usually, he was able to focus and study fairly successfully, but at that moment, his focus seemed to be missing for some reason unbeknownst to him. Just as he was about to restart for a sixth time, three swift knocks came to his door and effectively completely broke his concentration. He groaned aloud and stood from his chair. He merely assumed it was Jesse, come to bother him and coerce him into helping him study for the exam he undoubtedly had that week.

Blaine threw the door open and was about to shoot the person behind it an especially scary death glare, but he was surprised to find Kurt Hummel standing on the other side of the door, looking flustered, yet still completely put together. Two hefty looking duffle bags sat on either side of him, and he had a tie with Dalton-colored stripes slung around his neck haphazardly. Blaine's scowl quickly spread into a wide smile and he threw his arms around Kurt in a tight hug without a second thought.

"Kurt! You're here early! Oh, I'm so glad you're here!" He released the boy and took a step back. "I mean, I'm not glad why you're here… I'm sorry you had to transfer under such awful circumstances… but you're here! It's a blessing in disguise, I assure you, because I don't know about you, but I'm excited to live with my best friend." The sophomore boy grabbed Kurt's hand and yanked him inside the dorm room, leaving his two duffle bags to fend for themselves out in the hallway. Kurt stumbled in after him, still unable to fit a word in edgewise.

"You're gonna love it here, I promise, Kurt. Everyone here is nice and you won't ever have to worry about bullying ever again." He released the boy and sat on his bed, which was on the opposite side of the room as Kurt's bare bed. "I hope you know that I'm not going to let you sleep tonight, Kurt."

The older boy flushed at the unintentionally implied innuendo and took a seat on his bed. "Why is that, Blaine?" He finally managed.

"We're going to break in the room! Watch movies, eat snacks, talk; I have to tell you everything about Dalton, get you ready for your audition with the Warblers. We can sleep when we're dead!"

Kurt chuckled at his friend's enthusiasm. "Alright, alright. I guess I have no argument in this anyway. Just as long as—"

A loud rapping at the door interrupted the junior boy, and the two roommates both looked to the door. "Dammit, Kurt! Open the damn door!"

The two chuckled and Kurt jumped up to open the door and let his tall stepbrother in the room. "Calm down, Finn. Jeez."

"It's hard to carry all these clothes, I hope you know." He dropped a large, black and gold chest on the ground, and then groaned and cracked his back. "You owe me big time, bro." He looked around the room and whistled, "Damn, this room is nicer than the one at home! You hit the jackpot."

Blaine and Finn made awkward eye contact, and there was a moment of silence before the younger boy stepped forward with a smile. "I'm Blaine. Anderson. Your brother's roommate."

Finn smiled nervously and shrugged, "Finn Hudson. And it's step-brother."

At that moment, Burt and Carole walked through the open door with the remainder of Kurt's things. Burt had kicked the two duffels in the room and closed the door behind him. "Jeez, son. I don't think you brought enough stuff." He blew out a puff of air and tossed the backpack in his hand onto his son's bed.

"Oh, shush, dad. I didn't want to forget anything!" Kurt chuckled, then gestured to his best friend. "Dad, Carole, this is Blaine."

The younger boy stuck out a polite arm to signal a handshake and stated, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"Same to you, Blaine," Burt returned his handshake and grinned. "My son can't seem to shut up about you."

Kurt flushed behind Blaine and murmured something that sounded like, "shut up, dad."

Carole interrupted the embarrassing moment by introducing herself to the sophomore. "It's so nice to meet you, Blaine. I hope you'll take good care of our Kurt."

Blaine merely nodded in return with a smile.

"Alright, Kurt," Burt said, "Do ya have all your stuff?"

The junior boy nodded. "Can I just thank both of you again for this? I just can't seem to get across just how appreciative I am the fact that you gave up your honeymoon for me."

"Nonsense, son." Burt waved a hand in Kurt's face. "Your safety comes first. Remember that."

"Just consider it payment for our beautiful wedding, honey," Carole cut in. "I can never thank you enough for that."

Kurt flushed and nodded. He stepped forward and hugged each parent. "Thanks anyway. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Burt smiled and ruffled his son's perfectly styled hair. "Well, then we're gonna make the drive back. Feel free to visit as many weekends as you want, kiddo." He hugged his son once more before making his exit.

"See ya, dude." Finn hugged his stepbrother and then followed Burt's leave, leaving Carole, Blaine, and Kurt in the room.

"Alright, boys. I have a housewarming gift for you both." She thrust the large cardboard box in her hands into Kurt's arms. "I want you to absolutely enjoy everything in this box as much as you can." She smiled at her ste-son. "And, Kurt, honey? Don't you worry one minute about the price of this place. Your father and I are just happy to see you happy. So, work hard and have fun." She looked over at his roommate. "You'll make sure of that, Blaine?"

The boy smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Carole hugged Kurt one more time and waved as she made her leave.

The door closed behind her, and Blaine and Kurt both took a long look at the cardboard box before simultaneously tearing it open. Inside, a collection of sugary and salty snacks, DVDs, and various treats greeted them. Blaine looked up at his best friend and grinned. "Ok, we're eating all of these snacks tonight."

"Are you kidding, Blaine? My diet will not allow for that." Kurt scowled at him.

Blaine gave him a long stare, remaining silent.

The older boy sighed and acquiesced, "Okay, okay, just this once. I suppose we're celebrating."

Grinning from ear to ear, Blaine grabbed the junior's hand. "Welcome to Dalton Academy, Kurt."

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So, basically you've got a drama-filled AU fic here, in which all four boys attend Dalton. There's not much more to explain outside of that. I've already got ten chapters done, so hopefully that ensures that you'll have steady updates. I hope you like it!

Maria