Hi everyone!

First of all thanks to my beta for her amazing work! I know it's hard and I know I make a lot of mistakes, but I'm doing my best and she is just amazing!

So, here we have the second chapter… I have to warn you, you probably won't understand too much of what's going on, but things start to get interesting. I hope you'll like it.

One more thing, if you have suggestions or helpful critics (okay, even if you just want to tell me how bad this whole thing is) just tell me. I'd like to know what you think about what I write.

Oh, and don't bother trying to understand why I used this title, it makes no sense at all. I was just listening to Ed Sheeran's song.

My braces are breaking

Living with Sebastian Smythe was becoming a mission impossible. In the last three days Thad has had to pray for him to get out of the bathroom before his bladder exploded; do his homework in the dark, because 'Your Highness' had decided it was time to sleep and turn off the lights. Not only that but he made it his personal mission to make it a treasure hunt every morning to find everything he thought would be fun to hide in the weirdest places he could think of.

Not to mention the amount of times Thad has been locked out of his own room. Okay, maybe that's partly his fault too, he is the one who always forget his keys, but that's only because he's too used to Wes always opening the door for him. But still the fact that Sebastian refuses to open the door for the pure pleasure of leaving him out in the hallway is plain cruel. And more than once, while Thad had been waiting for a moment of pity from Sebastian and to be let back into his room, he would see Wes, or worse, Wes's strange looks and the suffocating presence of David. That's why he had decided yesterday to tie his keys to his trousers belt loops to avoid further humiliation.

Or at least that was the plan, before Sebastian decided to turn off his alarm, making him late and in the end spill his water all over his clothes in a rush to get ready. He was already late, so he changed into new clothes and of course, forgot his key attached to the soaked ones.

But he has a new plan, he feels smart today. He won't go back to his room for the whole afternoon, but he'll go there right after dinner, before Sebastian. So, when Sebastian comes back and locks the door, he won't be able to shut him out because he'll already be there. Why didn't he think of this sooner?

He's taking his books from his desk, quietly putting them into his full bag, completely focused on his own thoughts. Thinking is something he almost always gets lost in. He misses the Warblers, but at the same time he is deeply hurt by their behaviour. The only ones who still talk to him are Nick and Blaine and while the first doesn't share lessons with him, the second is always with the new kid. So Thad spends all day alone, missing Wes even more.

"Hey."

"Sebastian," he sighs. Now he's going to make his life a living hell during the day too? What horrible thing he has he done to deserve this? Bad karma? Sometimes he misses his old schools, which is pretty depressing.

He carefully meets Sebastian's gaze, as he clenches his teeth, "Tell me you have your keys."

Thad blinks as his hand flies to the spot where his key should be, even though he already knows he won't feel anything but the fabric of his clothes. Finally he shakes his head, grabbing his bag and leaving Sebastian standing there, while he goes to the library. He has a plan, right?

"Great!" Sebastian snaps, following him and telling him that it's his fault – yeah, because everything seems to be Thad's fault lately – that he forgot his key too, so they are both locked out. "Really, really great."

Thad supposes he should be worried, instead he almost feels like laughing. So Mr-I'm-God-on-Earth is not as invincible as he looks. Of course it isn't Thad's fault Sebastian forgot his key, but you know what? If it was, he would be proud of it.

"Why are you smiling like an idiot? How do you think we're going to get back in now?" Sebastian snaps again and Thad can feel the gaze of the other students on them as he stubbornly looks to the ground. His heart is racing now and his cheeks burn. The only thing he can do right now is walk faster, trying to get away from everyone.

At some point, just as Thad is turning to the left, Sebastian grabs his arm, pushing him in the opposite direction. Great, now he'll have a bruise. Why can't people be more gentle, if they really need to touch him?

"Come with me, I've got an idea."

Thad knows that 'I've an idea' always means 'I know a way to cause you trouble, even if you don't want to', and of course if Sebastian Smythe is the one to state the phrase, his worries quickly double. But his hold on Thad's arm is still strong, it still hurts, so, if he doesn't want to hurt more, he doesn't really have a choice but to follow him. "I don't think-"

"Shut up and walk."

"It's cold," Thad says as soon as they reach the yard behind the dorms, "May I know what's going on in your mind?" He's serious. What the hell is Sebastian trying to do? Since it has been cold in the last few days there aren't many people there. There is no one but them and to be honest Thad doesn't like to be alone, especially with someone like Sebastian.

His plan sounds good in the end: they climb the tall, strong tree which branches always hit their window when there is heavy wind – the main reason why Thad can't sleep when the weather outside is bad – and luckily for them, their windows is open - only because Sebastian thought it would have been fun to make the room cold for Thad- so they can climb up there and enter the room.

"Yeah," Thad shrugs, "I really don't want to crack my head open and break my neck. Thanks anyway," he says, as he walks to the door again.

"Hey, Thad," Sebastian calls, "If you leave me here, you can sleep in the hallway tonight. Or ask Wes and David if they want to let you sleep with them."

"Sebas-"

"Come on. You go first," Sebastian says with an evil smirk, "I'll tell you what to do."

"I'm gonna regret this. I know I'll regret this," Thad mumbles, finding his way through the branches. He has never been described as an agile guy, but he was a kid once, he still remembers how to climb a tree, trying to avoid splinters and fragile branches that might break under his weight.

It's almost easier than he thought it would be, especially whilst Thad is so focused on the hate he is experiencing against Sebastian right now, to actually think of what he's s doing.

"The view from here is amazing," Sebastian says suddenly, clearly pointing to Thad's back side and Thad stops, giving him a look and then closing his eyes.

Fuck, where was he when in every movie someone yells 'Don't look down'? He feels his hands shaking, suddenly sweaty and when did he get this high? His right foot slips and he moves his left hand to hold onto something tough and presses his body against the tree, still trying to catch his breath. This would be right time to open his eyes.

"You okay?" Sebastian yells from the ground.

No, no, of course he is not okay. He just cut his hand, he can feel a few drops of blood running down his wrist, but he doesn't dare look at it. Just please, don't be something serious. Please. He feels dizzy from the panic more than from how high up he is, tears are running down his cheeks and his lower lip is trembling. He looks to the ground one last time and then looks up to the building in front of him, recognizing the window as his room, as it's the only one open. He is closer to the window than to the ground, so he should just keep going. He swallows, running his right hand over his face, trying to clear his vision and starts moving again.

He is so concentrated that he doesn't notice that Sebastian is approaching him until he feels the air moving next to him and for a brief moment he thinks he is losing his balance and falling down. Sebastian levers on his arms and climbs up the window; Thad follows not too long later; he just sits on the window sill for a moment, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, then he finally sets his feet in his room. Fucking Sebastian for his crazy ideas. And fuck himself for forgetting his keys.

He stares at his left wrist with rage, finally deciding to turn it and evaluate the damage. There is a long cut from the base of his pinkie to his wrist. It doesn't look too deep, but there is too much blood to be sure. Okay, he needs to clean it and decide what to do. Quickly.

"Sebastian, open the door. Now!" he yells as he realizes that Sebastian is in the bathroom and he needs to get in there.

"And why would I? Wait for me to be done. My hands are dirty with wet leaves and resin."

"Yes, and mine are covered in blood, so open this fucking door," he snaps.

Seconds later the door opens up and Sebastian gives him an annoyed look, "It's all yours Princess."

Thad mumbles something like a "Thanks" and just stands still for a few seconds, waiting for Sebastian to go away. Which isn't clearly happening. His roommate crosses his arms over his chest and keeps staring, so Thad decides to surrender and lets the cold water to run over the cut.

"Come on, it's just a cut," Sebastian says, throwing him out again as soon as the blood has been washed from his hand. Thad is out of his view before Sebastian can notice that his hand his covered in blood again.

"Fuck!" he swears, holding a tissue against the cut and using just one hand to try and open the drawer next to the bed. If only Wes- but Wes isn't there and he can't allow himself to be so emotional right now. He uses his teeth to hold the gauze, putting a swab on the cut the best he can and then he starts to wrap his hand in the gauze, helping himself with his mouth and the finger of his left hand. He is left-handed, he isn't really agile with his right hand, but he can't ask Sebastian for help. So he needs to hurry if he doesn't want to bleed out anymore.

Did he say that he misses Wes? Well, he misses him so much right now.

"Blaine, we should talk."

Blaine knew this moment was bound to come, he knew it as soon as Nick told him about the dorm changes. But if the Warblers think that he's going to talk about what happened last year, between him and Sebastian, they are wrong. If someone thinks that he is going to do something, so that Thad won't be sharing his dorm with Sebastian, they are wrong once again.

He will do everything he can to make sure that his friend will be okay and that no one will hurt him, of course. But nothing more, there won't be confessions, there won't be tear-jecrking speeches nor the typical Dalton drama. Nope.

He won't let bad memories ruin his day. "We can talk later, Wes. See you at rehearsals, okay?" he waves his hand and starts looking for Kurt.

It looks like Blaine's life is finally taking a turn in the right direction. Last year, forgetting about Sebastian's little accident, had been the greatest school year he has ever had. And this one seems even better, with an amazing new roommate, with his soft hair and a weird obsession for fashion. Okay, he hasn't had a chance to touch Kurt's hair at all and he can't be sure that it's as soft as it seems, but whatever.

There is a part of Blaine which is pretty curious to know how Kurt ended up at Dalton Academy. Most of the students aren't here for the prestige of the school, nor for their high QI. They are here because they have something to forget or something to run from or something to hide and Blaine is still debating which alternative is worse. Most of the students here have been forced by their families to attend; some have tried to get theirselves expelled during their first few weeks here, in order to get back to the real world, to 'normal people'. Just because someone likes to think that applying to the Dalton Academy means you're no longer normal.

Well, Blaine hopes that Kurt is one of the few lucky ones. One who's here because of a family tradition, like Trent or David or students who need the extra credits to get into a better college, as Owen did. Maybe Kurt is a genius. But something in the back of Blaine's mind tells him that the reason why Kurt is here has something to do with him believing that everyone was gay. He can easily imagine Kurt in his old school, being pushed against lockers or thrown into dumpsters, or held with his head under water. It's just so familiar.

As he is so lost in his thoughts, Kurt appears next to him, ready to throw away all the bad memories Blaine has just with his smile. "Blaine! I told you, you don't have to wait for me every day. I know how to get to the dining hall."

Blaine nods, curling his lips, "Yeah, that's why you ended up in the library yesterday."

"That was just an accident!" Kurt answers and then they just stay silent for a while.

This isn't one of those stifling and embarrassing silences, where you desperately try to find something to say; it's just a relaxing silence, filled by the voices of the other students in the hallway. Their hands lightly brush against each other and Kurt turns his head to smile at him, with one of those shy smiles, barely visible, that sends chills down Blaine's spine and makes his mouth go dry.

"So, do you want to audition for the Warblers or not?"

Kurt shrugs, pulling at the sleeve of his blazer, "I don't know. My last Glee Club experiences haven't been so great."

"Isn't there where you met your best friend?" Blaine asks, "The one with the name of a car… Ford?"

"Mercedes!" Kurt answers, lightly punching his arm, "And yeah, I met her. But I also had less pleasant experiences. You know, I think I fell in love with their soloist."

Blaine tries to ignore the sensation the revelation provokes in him. He can't decide if he is upset knowing that Kurt fell for someone, worried because he doesn't want to have the same experience or just sorry for him. "Well, I guess… Falling for someone isn't a bad thing, is it?" he asks, waiting for more details.

"Finn, their leader, he's my step-brother now. My dad married his mom. Oh, and he is in a relationship with my second ex-bestfriend, Rachel."

"Oh."