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Disclaimer: Same as first chapter


Blaine reveled in the fact that he was allowed to leave the Dalton property on Sundays. Monday through Friday he had classes, and all the students were put to work on Saturdays, but Sundays he was free, as a reward for his good behavior. Good behavior implicated not getting into any fights recently, and completing school work well and on time. Blaine laughed at the irony of the fact that he had just used his reward for good behavior to go buy beer, but what the teachers didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

Blaine walked over to a patch of bushes that spread across the edge of the building - part of which were quite conveniently located under the window of his single bedroom - and stashed the beer away like he had done many a time before. The single bedroom was yet another reward for good behavior.

Blaine had been at Dalton almost two years now, and had more recently been getting rewarded quite often. Like he had told the boy he had met - just because he went to Dalton didn't mean he was all that bad. Sure he still got into fights once in a while, but it was much less often then when he first came to Dalton, because he was getting used to the other people in the school with him.

But that boy at the store he met - Blaine kicked the bush he hid the beer in before walking to the entrance of the school - he had made Blaine angry, resentful. Blaine couldn't figure out why he had let his guard down and just gave his phone number to a random stranger. He wasn't used to opening up to people, ever since the incident that caused his father to send him to Dalton in the first place...

Blaine shook his head and tried to smile at the guard as he went through the perfunctory emptying of his pockets and then taking back his possessions as the guard okayed them, but it was clearly a forced smile.

He walked to his room and once there, closed the door, went to the window, opened it, and retrieved the beer. He then placed the pack of beer on his bed and shut the window.

Flopping down on his bed he angrily opened up a beer bottle and took a drink from it. He relished in the crisp taste of it and took another sip.

He wasn't proud that he drank, he really wasn't. It was more of a bad habit now though, one he didn't feel like making the effort to break. And the beer did help him take his mind off of things...usually...

Right now, no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts kept wandering back to the boy in the parking lot. Blaine didn't know why he had done it - maybe it was the fact that the other boy's eyes were a beautiful glasz color, maybe it was the boy's melodic voice, or maybe it was the fact that Blaine just wanted someone to care, someone to talk to- but he had written his cell phone number on the paper. It was really just a stupid, impulsive idea. But as he took another sip of the beer he couldn't help but wonder what the boy's name was. And if he would ever try and contact Blaine.


Kurt drove back to his house in a state of confusion. Who was that Blaine boy? What did he want with Kurt? ...why was he even off Dalton's property? Kurt shook the thoughts from his mind as he focused on another pressing question: should he use the phone number?


Kurt sat on his bed with his cell phone in one hand and the piece of paper in the other. He hated to admit it, but he was curious. He knew he had told himself not to have anything to do with a Dalton boy, but maybe he could make an exception. Kurt dialed the number on his cell phone and put the phone to his ear, waiting.


Blaine's cell phone began to ring and he looked at it. Upon not recognizing the number, he wondered of it was the boy he had met earlier that day. Hesitantly he picked up his phone and answered it, "Hello?"

"Blaine?"

Blaine's heart sped up at the sound of the voice. It was the boy he had met earlier. Damn. What was he going to do? Could he afford to talk to the boy more without making another stupid decision? He decided to go for something safe - find out the boy's name.

"Mmhmm, who's this?"

"Oh, um, we met in the parking lot today…I'm Kurt."

Kurt. Blaine smiled at the name. Play it safe he thought.

"Hi Kurt." Blaine liked saying the other boy's name. It was nice, in a way. "What's up?"

"I was just…I mean…why did you give me your phone number?"

Blaine knitted his eyebrows together, something he always did when he was frustrated or angry. Or in this case, a little of both. Why had he given this boy his number? Why?

"I- I just wanted someone to talk to."

Fuck Blaine thought. Where had that come from?

"Oh?" Kurt asked in surprise. "You wanna talk now?"

Blaine realized that yes, he did. He felt like he wanted to vent everything to this stranger. This random boy who seemed disgusted, albeit slightly interested in Blaine. Blaine knew he was a lonely person, but he never really minded. He didn't think this reform school was exactly the ideal place for making friends anyway. But now, now he realized that he was missing something, or someone in his life. But he couldn't...not again...

"No. No Kurt I can't." Blaine said forcefully.

"Huh?"

"Bye Kurt."

Blaine turned off his cell phone and threw it behind him onto his bed. He fiercely took another sip of beer and sighed - what was he doing?


Kurt stared in antipathy at his phone. Who did this Blaine guy think he was? Giving Kurt his phone number and then hanging up on him. What was this guy's problem?

Kurt rolled his eyes. He knew he shouldn't have gotten involved in anything to do with someone from Dalton.


TBC

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