Hey everyone! So, I've been receiving e-mails saying that people are starting to "watch" my first chapter. I take that to be a good sign! Thank you to those who have read it and are now following it. This is the second chapter of my story. I'm just sort of winging it for now, but I promise that everything comes together. Please tell me what you think!

Kurt walked through the halls of Dalton like a new man. A silver pin shaped like a canary with blue topaz eyes glimmered on the lapel of his navy blue blazer. It showed his fellow students and classmates that he was now a bona fide Warbler. Never in his life had he walked so tall and proud. Every boy he passed in the hall seemed to smile at him and some even gave high-fives of encouragement as he strode past. Alright, so he couldn't dress in sassy, fashionable clothes, but he had to admit that he had never been happier in his years of schooling. Dalton Academy was like heaven on earth.

Speaking of heaven, Blaine suddenly appeared in Kurt's immediate line of vision, causing the new student to break his stride and almost immediately collapse into a pile of jelly. "Hey, Kurt!" he said, with another of his radiant smiles.

"Hi, Blaine!" Kurt replied and doing everything he could to make his voice sound less like a squeal and more like actual, intelligible words. The truth was, although he'd only known him for a few weeks, Kurt had come to develop a huge crush on the handsome boy. Never before in his life had he such a powerful ally and emotional connection with anyone as he did with Blaine. Also, Blaine's flirty personality certainly complicated things, offering Kurt a mixed bag of signals that not even the most skilled of flirts (Santana, for example,) could decipher.

"What's going on?" Blaine asked, giving Kurt's shoulder a friendly, gentle squeeze. The sensation sent shivers down his spine. "How was your first week? How are your classes going? Do you need any help getting around?"

"Blaine," Kurt interrupted, holding his hand up with a smile. "I'm doing just fine! You needn't worry about me." He was sincerely touched by Blaine's concern. "Honestly, I feel…" He paused for a moment, taking in the beautiful marble scenery that surrounded him. "…I feel like I belong here. I feel like I'm safe."

Blaine nodded and smiled. "Good, good," he replied. "I just wanted to make sure that you're comfortable here. Trust me there are no Karofskys here, Kurt. We support each other and we stand as one. And don't you ever forget that I've got your back." As he finished his speech with an intensity in his honey-gold eyes, Kurt forced himself to look away. A muffled "Thank you" was all he could squeal out.

Kurt then straightened up. "Well, I'm off to my first class!" He was about to turn when Blaine reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Oh! I almost forgot!"

Kurt found himself being pulled back around. He spun, almost tripping at the velocity of the pull, and immediately stood face-to-face with Blaine. Their faces were mere millimeters away from each other, Kurt's eyes darting from the golden sea of his eyes to his voluptuous lips. The natural scent of Blaine's body was a sweet, intoxicating ether that caused his heartbeat to quicken instantly.

Blaine's eyes connected with Kurt's blue ones. "There's a meeting of the Sons tonight," he whispered, almost sensually. "Meet me outside of the Main Hall at 11pm. We'll go together." Kurt nodded, though he had the sudden sensation that he was going to pass out. Blaine loosened his grip, flashed another smile, and walked away whistling, leaving Kurt weak-kneed and to ponder the meaning of Blaine's motivations.

"This is now your office," Edward Lamont, Dalton's headmaster, said as he showed Allan Kane around the spacious room. "This was the throne of my reign for fifteen years," Edward said with a chuckle. "I'm sure going to miss it. But retirement is good work where you can get it, Allan?" Lamont elbowed the soon-to-be headmaster, who just looked at him blandly.

"It's a very nice office, Edward," Allan said. He kept eyeing the desk chair with itching anticipation. Soon, he would be seated behind that antique mahogany desk, carrying out his plans for Dalton Academy.

"It sure is," Edward said as his eyes misted over. He seemed to wax nostalgic for a minute before regaining his composure. He cleared his throat. "Well, I'd better be off." Edward turned to shake hands with Allan. "I certainly hope you enjoy your time here as headmaster of Dalton Academy, Allan. It truly is a great school to look after. And I know I can rest in my retirement knowing that it was left in good hands." Edward headed towards the door, taking his coat and hat off the rack by the entrance. He opened the door and was just about to leave when he stuck his head back into the door, taking one last look at his old office. "Oh, and Allan?"

Allan Kane turned to face the old headmaster. "Yes, Edward?"

"Take care of the kids, will you? High school is a tough time in every boy's life. Just be there for them when they need you. They can use all the guidance they can get." Allan nodded slowly, and watched as the old headmaster disappeared, closing the door behind him.

Allan looked out the window amongst the grounds of Dalton Academy. The school was just as beautiful and picturesque as when he had attended it some forty years before. He watched as boys wearing the familiar uniform walked to and fro across the campus grounds. They laughed, they smiled, they seemed genuinely happy to be there. For a minute, he almost wanted to smile, conjuring up the fond early memories from his school days.

But he couldn't. He remembered how quickly he had fallen from grace at Dalton. He remembered all those professors who said that he wasn't cut out for education. He had been referred to as a "wild-child," a "social outcast," and a "juvenile delinquent" while attending the so-called "distinguished" Dalton Academy. So he had gotten into a little trouble, did that cause the faculty to immediately pen him using such vile terminology? The cursed memories caused his blood to boil and his face to get hot.

He looked out the window once more, watching the boys laughing and smiling at one another and was filled with hatred and contempt. Smile while you can, gentlemen, he thought to himself. Things are going to change drastically around here.

Allan was startled when his secretary, Ivy Caplesmith, walked into the room without knocking. She was a middle-aged woman who was of busty build. "Are you quite comfortable, Headmaster?" she asked, softly. Headmaster. The feeling of authority and power that came with that title caused the man to shiver in delight. "Is there anything I can do for you? What is your first line of business?"

Allan Kane took a seat behind the mahogany desk and folded his hands. "Well, Ms. Caplesmith," he began with a put-on, charming smile. "I think it's high time that some changes were made around here, don't you?"

To be continued…