A/N: Sorry this is taking so long for updates, I'm like one of those college students doing that whole balancing my life and dividing my time, so be patient with me, ha-ha.

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Upon entering the ship, the males were ushered away down one long hallway, the females down another. Finn had a feeling he wouldn't be seeing Quinn anytime soon, either. The hallway seemed to go on forever, curving slightly as if they were walking on Saturn's rings. Finn smiled slightly at that thought, but quickly shook that smile away, realizing once again where he was and how much he did not want to be there.

The man they were following finally stopped at a doorway labeled "LAUNCH" in large yellow letters, and turned towards them. He had a kind smile and curled brown hair cropped terribly short. "Hello, boys. My name is Will Schuester. I hope the launch wasn't too traumatizing for all of you."

Finn felt as if he was supposed to laugh, but at the same time, it was traumatizing. It had been one of the most unpleasant experiences in his entire life.

The man placed his hands on his hips, continuing slowly, "I'm the one in charge of male dorms. If you have a problem with something, or someone, in your sleeping quarters, you'll come to me. And we'll see what we can do. This isn't to say that you're allowed to get away with switching dorms because you can't get along with other students. But I will assist in working out whatever problems that may arise. Like it or not, you have to have social skills." Will paused for a moment to take a quick glance at the group of boys, "I see that you've already lined up according to age. Very good. You'll now be in groups of four for your dorms, so first four, head all the way to the back of this hallway, last room on the left. There you'll find four beds, and one dresser with four drawers, one for each of you. All of your needed supplies will be found in that drawer." With that, the door slid open and the boy ahead of him slipped through without a words, and Finn followed, silent as well.

The hallway was long, and uncomfortably bright. He felt a bit like a lab rat under the fluorescent lights, but kept his mouth shut.

The boy behind Finn, Blaine spoke up though, "Nervous?"

Finn turned to look at him, "Yeah... a little."

"Me too. I heard they're going to cut all our hair off," he said with a frown, and his hands instinctively rose up to touch his curly black hair, "I'm really not looking forward to that..."

The boy in front visibly flinched and turned to look at them, horrified, "No one's touching my hair."

Blaine laughed, "I don't think you really have a choice. I'm Blaine by the way-" before he could finish the entire sentence, the boy had already turned back and hurried ahead of them.

"Someone's kind of snobby," Finn mumbled, but Blaine just shrugged.

"He'll warm up, I'm sure. We will be rooming together, after all."

Finally at the end of the hallway, Finn and Blaine entered the left door, both a little surprised at the meager size of the room they were to live in. There were two bunk beds against two opposing walls, and at the far end of the room, opposite of the door, there was the dresser with four drawers, a wide mirror hanging on the wall right above. Next to the dresser was a tiny bathroom that held only a small, steel toilet and a matching sink. Everything was a cold, steel gray, that made Finn shiver. He really was beginning to feel like some sort of experiment in a lab. Or possible a prisoner.

Behind them, a boy with shaggy blonde hair entered the room and glanced around at them with bright green eyes.

Blaine gave the boy a small smile, "Hi, top or bottom bunk?"

The small boy shrugged and directed his eyes towards Finn, then towards the brown haired boy. "My name's Lucah."

"I'm Finn."

"Blaine."

The blonde stared at the brown haired boy, who simply glared back in silence, "What about you?"

"Kurt Hummel."

The four simply stared at each other, Kurt with disdain for the other boys. Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by another loud buzzer, much like the first in the ship.

"Alright, boys." The voice came from a small speaker in the ceiling, but was ear shatteringly loud, "Now that you've all found your dorms, I presume you've worked out your bedding arrangements."

Finn had his hands over his ears to protect from the noise, but he recognized the voice as the curly haired man from before. Schuester.

"Everything you will need is in your drawers. You have no personal belongings here. You will be allowed one call home per month. Use it wisely." There was a small pause, but Finn barely noticed, his heart had sunk at the thought of speaking to his mother once a month.

"Get to know your roommates. You will find that there will be very little time to socialize outside of your dorms. There will be very little time for friendships outside of your dorms. The only people that you will be always guaranteed to see are the people in your rooms right now. Your classes will change, your schedules will switch quickly once your strengths and weaknesses are recognized. But you will always return to the same roommates at the end of the day. It would be wise to form friendships and alliances with them, instead of arguments and fueds. The lights will be off automatically in an hour. You will be locked in this hallway, and are only permitted to leave your rooms in an emergency. I am located at the head of the hallway, and there is a lit, red button on my door if you need to call me. Good luck, boys, and good night."

With that, the voice was gone, leaving the four boys in silence once more.

Kurt rose to his feet and walked swiftly to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

"He's a little bratty, isn't he?" Lucah muttered shortly before sitting down on the bottom bunk of the bed on the right.

"Yeah, more than a little." Finn growled as he did the same.

Blaine just shrugged, but Lucah shook his head.

"What makes him so special and better than us? It's not like he's some famous rich kid we all know the name of or something. He's no one." The blonde boy waved his arms as he spoke, his cheeks flushing slightly red, "Right?"

Finn nodded, "Yeah. You're right."

"He's got no reason to be some shit head snob. Fuck him, dude. He looks like some kind of queer, anyway."

Blaine looked nervous for the first time and shrugged, "He can't be so bad. We haven't really met him yet..."

Finn noticed at once that Blaine's cheeks were turning slightly red, his eyes directed at the floor now.

"Yeah, because the asshole won't talk to us. Because he's some sort of stuck up rich kid snob.

Fucking hiding in the bathroom, too." Lucah rubbed his arms irritably, the corners of his lips turned down in a look of disdain, "And these fucking jumpsuits drive me nuts." Quickly, he tugged off the rubbery top half of the suit and tossed it to the floor, "I can't sleep in this."

Finn nodded in agreement, but hesitated in taking off his suit. He was more than a little self conscious around other people.

Blaine, on the other hand, pulled off the top half of his suit gently, and folded it neatly before setting it down on the dresser. He climbed up the metal ladder of one bunk bed and sat cross legged, staring down at the other two boys, "I'm kind of tired, guys, you think we could turn in early tonight?"

"Yeah. Me too," Lucah grumbled shortly as he stood and went to the light switch by the door, the room suddenly in complete darkness. Finn heard the blonde boy flop down in the bottom bunk beneath Blaine, and took it as his own cue to attempt to crawl to the top of the opposing bunk bed.

He was rather clumsy, but finally found himself up in his own bed, though not before bumping his head on the ceiling a few times. He pulled off his own rubber suit and tossed it to the floor, now in the safety of the darkness he was a little less self conscious. His head hit the pillow and he didn't bother closing his eyes. There was too much in his mind to sleep.

Instead, Finn laid in complete darkness, the only sound he could pick up was the soft breathing of the other two boys. Eventually, he heard both of his roommates' breaths even out, but he still found himself unable to sleep.

He missed his mother. He missed home. Even more than that, Finn felt unqualified to be up in space. He wasn't very smart. He was athletic, but terribly clumsy as well. He went to public school, he wasn't rich. There was no reason for him to be at the Academy. He was just a stupid, average kid.

Finn was nervous for the next day's classes, as well. What if they found out he was stupid and punished him? What if the teachers and other students made fun of him? He had been reasonably popular in school, but he knew it wasn't because of his intelligence. They didn't care about his looks or girlfriends up here.

He turned to his side and squeezed his eyes shut. No, he thought forcefully, you can't tell yourself that. You've got to try really hard, Finn. Besides, we're not going to have time for friends anyway. And that Blaine kid seems nice. He doesn't hate you, yet.

Lucah, though. He made Finn a little uneasy. He seemed a little explosive. Definitely someone Finn didn't want to be on the bad side of.

In the silence, Finn heard a small click from the bathroom door. There were a few light footsteps that led to the bed below him and quiet movement of the rubber suit. When the rustling finally stopped, Finn heard something he didn't quite expect.

Sobbing.

Kurt was bawling into his pillow.

Finn pulled his own pillow around his ears to block out the sound, but couldn't help but feel bad for the boy.

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A/N: yeppers. God, sorry this took so long. I blew off studying to finish this, by the way. Hope I don't fail my test.

And I didn't know who to put as the fourth dorm mate. I sat and thought and thought and thought. I didn't want all the Glee boys in one room. But I'm really wary of introducing OC's. I generally dislike them. But I don't think Lucah's going to be like super important. He's just a run of the mill gay basher angry jock kid. Maybe I'll make something bad happen to him. That would be satisfying...

Haha, well, anyway. Tell me how I did.

Next update coming soon-ish.