A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews and everything! If you guys want previews and ficlets from this 'verse, you can occasionally check up on my blog. Link's at the bottom! Already there's a sneak peak from what I have planned for Chapter 6. [coughcoughsmutcough] [blush]
Mr. Harmon stood in front of the boys in what appeared to be the rec room. There was a piano, board games, a pool table, an air-hockey table, etc… Kurt was sitting on the ground with the other boys. Some of them were watching, some of them were looking down or around or anywhere but the grey-haired man.
"Breakfast is served sharply at 7. You will be in your uniform and ready to begin the day by then. After breakfast, you'll have class. You'll have academic classes for a few hours and then you'll have periods during which you'll have group activities and counseling sessions."
"We have to talk to shrinks?" Jeff whispered.
Nick frowned, looking up from where he was picking at a loose thread on his jeans. "Wait—what?"
"Yes, you will have to talk to a counselor. If you take it seriously, you get out of these six months alive. Otherwise, you're parents get notified and you're booked for the rest of the year."
"Great," Flint grunted. "Exactly what I needed."
"Frankly, the school, as well as I, think it is what you all need. Lunch is at 12:30. Dinner is at 6:30. You'll have time for homework after that; the library is open until 10 and curfew on weekdays is 11—midnight on weekends. Not that you have anywhere to go, really."
Kurt glanced away from Mr. Harmon to examine the other boys. Besides their regular six, there were three others. They had introduced themselves earlier as Thad, Wes, and Trent. Thad was short with dark hair. He looked strong though and there was something in his eyes that said, "Do not mess with me."
Wes was Asian. He was tall and thin and simply looked bored. He and David were sitting next to each other—they had met at dinner and had instantly bonded over…something. Kurt had yet to figure out what.
Trent was sitting there looking at his lap. He looked ashamed. He had brown hair mussed with gel and a chubby, baby-like face. Kurt frowned as he took him in.
"Alright, boys. Back to your dorms. Your schedules are sitting on your desks right now. A few of you will have classes together and some of you may not even see each other all day except for meals. Make friends here. The teachers are great. The kids…some of them, are pretty great, too. Get back to bed and remember—breakfast is at 7!"
Kurt was about to stand up when Blaine suddenly appeared in front of him, a hand held out. When Kurt simply looked at it, Blaine smirked. "It doesn't bite." Kurt accepted the help up but Blaine didn't let go off his hand. "I, however," he whispered low into the other boy's ear, "do bite. If you're into that sort of thing."
Blaine grinned as he walked away.
Kurt swallowed tightly, keeping his flushed face down as he caught up with Flint and walked back with him to the dorm.
This wasn't going well. He was just here to do his time and get out. Never get bullied into buying booze again. But who knew? Next time it could be drugs or test answers or…anything. When Flint shut the light off, Kurt rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow.
Why was this so difficult? Why couldn't he just stand up to them? Why was he so scared? And most of all…why didn't anyone notice how miserable he was?
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Blaine was humming as he lay down in bed. Life was pretty damn fantastic as far as he was concerned. He got away from Mom and Dad and even though it meant he was stuck in this school it didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with it. He'd learned from experience at private school all the things dorms could be used for…
And there was Kurt. He didn't know what it was about the guy, but he was…stunning. And he looked just innocent enough to corrupt. Blaine loved that. When the guy was so innocent that he would believe anything, do anything, just to get Blaine to notice him. But at the same time, he had a feeling that that wasn't really who Kurt was. It seemed more likely that he was in another category all together, he just didn't know what. Yet.
But for now, he would stick with flustering him to keep him on his toes. If he got up high enough on them, he would tip right over into Blaine's arms. And that was the exact push they both needed in order to survive this place.
A/N: Also, HI, Cap'NCupcake! :D I gave you Wes. You're welcome. No, LOL, I was actually already writing him when you messaged me:) But there he is! And he comes in later. Still debating on the possibility of Jeff/Nick…
Anyway, thank you all so much for reading!
Love,
E. M. Zeray
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