A/N: I'm so sorry it took me so long to update, I have A LOT of pressure in school now- and I still didn't finish reading all my alerts!

And I have my other stories to update…

It will take time until I will update again, but next chapter- Dalton!

"It's time to wake up sweetie" said Blaine's mother, shaking him gently, he opened his eyes, looking at her and nodding, she smiled at him.

"Good morning son" she said and left the room when he nodded again, pulling the same old smile on his face.

Blaine got up and went for breakfast, he got dressed and then went to the bus, where he met his best (and only) friend- John.

"Yo, Blaine, over here!" he called and waved to the sit next to him, Blaine smiled and sat next to him.

"'Sup Blaine?" he asked and Blaine shrugged as a response, so John started talking- that was a good think about John, he was talkative, so he didn't really notice when someone else didn't talk, or didn't listen for that matter.

But Blaine always listened, except for today, today Blaine had a bad feeling, even worse than usual, something was going to go wrong today.

They walked to their first class while Blaine is deep in thoughts, math, Blaine loved math, and he always found it easy so the teacher didn't ask him anymore any questions.

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"Blaine Anderson" the teacher called his name in class, he raised his hand.

"Blaine?" she asked, she clearly didn't see him, Blaine was attacked with fear, he raised his hand even higher.

"Blaine Anderson?" she asked once more, Blaine basically raised his hand the highest he could without jumping.

"He is here" said john, waving at the teacher.

"Oh, Blaine, I didn't see you there" she smiled at him and wrote his name.

"Why didn't you say you are here?" whispered john, to that, Blaine shrugged, but he neatly took out a paper and wrote in tidy hand writing:

1:365

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Blaine walked in the hall, his friend john blubbering about one or another hot girl, which Blaine didn't care about.

He was horrified.

Someone noticed.

After one year, someone noticed.

But when he looked around, everyone seemed to be oblivious again, so he let himself calm down a bit, just a bit.

"Blaine! Great to see you! I was looking for you!" Blaine heard a familiar voice, it was his French teacher, every year in Christmas she organized a group of kids to go caroling, but this year Blaine didn't go.

Shit, she will defiantly understand.

"Why didn't you come caroling with us?" she said as Blaine faced her, he smiled an apologetic smile and shrugged.

"Blaine, is everything o.k.? why aren't you talking?" she asked, Blaine's eyes widened and he started to feel his hands sweating.

"Does your throat hurt? Is that why you didn't come?" she asked and Blaine immediately nodded, thankful for the excuse she offered.

"Feel better" she left with a smile, Blaine took the piece of paper from his pocket, he sat down at his French class and erased the one, then he wrote neatly on the paper:

2:365

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When Blaine sat down in his history class, he had a bad feeling that his third strike would be his last.

"Blaine, would you mind giving me one effect the civil war had on the United States of America?" asked the teacher, Blaine looked at her horrified, he cant nod his way out of it.

"Blaine?" the teacher asked again, Blaine shook his head to say no.

"Come on Blaine, I just said it, or weren't you listening?" asked the teacher.

The truth is, Blaine was listening, he knew what the answer is, so he just stared at the teacher, he felt so helpless.

"Blaine, if you are not answering right now I will send you to the principal!" said the teacher, and all Blaine could do was to pack his things, and go slowly to the principal's office.

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"Blaine you learn in this school since you were seven years old. you have been an A's student all this time and I only heard good things about you. the last year I don't hear your name anymore and now you are sent to my office? What happened?" the teacher asked and Blaine looked at the floor.

"Principal, this kid was rude to me, he refused to answer my question, he even refused talking, and when I told him I will send him here, he just came here, all of this in complete silence." The teacher said furiously, pointing at Blaine.

"Blaine, why didn't you answer your teacher?" Blaine looked in the principal's eyes, his eyes were wet with the tears Blaine held back all this time, slowly, one tear broke Blaine's defenses and slowly crept down his cheek.

"Blaine, can you nod and shake your head to my questions?" the principal asked and Blaine slowly nodded.

"Can you talk?" Blaine shook his head.

"Is it because if a medical reason? Like, a disease?" the principal asked again, Blaine shook his head again.

"How long have you been not talking?" Blaine stared at him.

"Oh, right, are you like this more than this more than 6 month?" the principal asked, Blaine nodded.

"More than a year?" the principal asked again, this time Blaine looked hesitant, so he shook his head, and then nodded.

"Exactly a year" the principal stated and Blaine nodded uncomfortably, he didn't enjoy this investigations.

"Wait here" said the principal, so Blaine waited.

He waited when he dismissed the teacher, he waited when he called his parents, he waited when his parents arrived there, he waited when the principal made some phone calls, he waited and suffered through a meeting with a psychologist, he waited through some more phone calls, but then the principal said something Blaine didn't like at all.

"Blaine, I talked to your parents and the psychologist who was here earlier, I'm very sorry, but we agreed it would be for the best to send you to Dalton- a school for kids with problems"

But everyone knows Dalton is not a school for "kids with problems".

Dalton is a reform school, well, a reform + the poor kids who actually have problems that has nothing to do with law and are sent there school.

And now Blaine was one of them.

'Great, fucking great' was all he could think as he left the office, a paper falling out of his pocket, on the paper was written:

3:365- three strikes and I'm out

I hope you enjoy this, and virtual cookies and hugs for you if you figured out the 365 thing before Blaine said he didn't speak for a year (if you didn't understand, it's the number of days in a year and the number before it says how many times did people notice.