AN: I apologise in advance for my incredible lack of knowledge about gaming and Assassin's Creed.

"There's not much to tell." Kurt said, looking a little awkward. For someone who was constantly fighting to be heard, he didn't really have all that much to say.

"Well, start with the basics." Blaine said helpfully. "Where did you go to school last?"

"McKinley High. In Lima." He answered, pulling his legs up to sit cross legged on the bed. "I was part of the glee club there. We were called New Directions. Well I suppose they're still called New Directions, but I'm not there so…"

"You guys won Sectionals last year, right?" Theo asked.

Kurt nodded, surprised. He didn't think he'd ever met someone who actually paid attention to the show choir circuit when they weren't competing, besides Rachel of course.

"I was there. You guys were pretty good." He said approvingly. "So why'd you leave?"

Kurt froze. What could he say? Oh, this really scary homophobic asshole kissed me then threatened to kill me so I ran the fuck away like a scared little baby? No.

He didn't want them to know. He'd just met them. It could only result in them pitying him and he couldn't stand that.

"It's a long and boring story." He said, checking his watch, praying to god - or whatever powers that be in the universe - that they would not try to get the story out of him. "It's almost time for dinner, and I have to meet my brother before we go down so…"

He trailed off, straightening his tie and standing up.

Blaine furrowed his brow. That is not the way someone behaves when they don't want to tell a 'long and boring' story. He was jumpy, uncomfortable. Kurt had seemed relaxed when he was singing or talking about his friends, but he had clammed up the second Theo had asked him why he left McKinley.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he stood up, determining to get the story out of his room mate one way or another.

That was until he saw the look in Kurt's eye, and the way he rubbed his arm self-consciously, like he was trying to comfort himself or calm himself down, his free hand clenching into a fist. He was acting the way that Blaine used to act whenever someone brought up his old school.

Blaine took half a step towards him sub-consciously, but fought the instinctive urge to reach out and take Kurt's shoulder, to offer him some form of comfort.

"Where's your brother staying?" Theo asked, also standing up, and tying his tie back around his neck.

"The East wing, room fourteen." Kurt answered. His and Blaine's room was in the North wing, a short walk along the beautiful wood-panelled corridors away from Finn's. He had been there earlier, helping him unpack.

"We'll go with you. Or rather Blaine will go with you; I have to go get Wes and David's uniforms and meet them outside so they can change really quickly before dinner." He sauntered out of the room, throwing his blazer over his shoulder. "That's, you know, if they haven't killed each other. Or started making out."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine, and Blaine simply shook his head and gestured towards the door.

"Shall we?"

Kurt and Blaine leant on the frame of the open door, staring at the three boys inside with amused expressions on both of their faces.

"Dude, he was right there! You suck at this." Finn chortled. He had moved to the bed, sitting with the other boys, his blazer off and his sleeves pushed up.

"Yeah, like you can talk." Nick retorted playfully. "You spent like, ten minutes trying to kill that guy back there."

"You both suck. Seriously, I've spent half the game waiting for you losers to catch up with me." Jeff said smugly.

Finn and Nick stopped playing and shared a look, and then they both shoved Jeff off the bed and on to the floor.

Kurt bit back a smile, and swallowed the bubble of jealousy rising in his throat. Finn made friends so easily; he never had any trouble getting people to like him. Everybody who met Finn loved him immediately. Kurt could barely talk to sales people; if he did they almost always took an instant dislike towards him.

Kurt couldn't help thinking that things would be different if he wasn't gay.

No, that wasn't fair. Kurt loved who he was. He did. Even if he could change who he was; he wouldn't. It was just… difficult sometimes.

"It's time for dinner, Finn." He said.

Finn twisted to look at his brother, his mouth pulling up into a broad grin.

"Hey, Kurt." He said. "This is Nick and Jeff."

"Hello." They said in unison, as Jeff scrambled to get off the floor, flicking his blond hair out of his eyes.

"It's nice to meet you." Nick said, and he shut off the game.

"This is my room mate Blaine." Kurt replied. "Blaine this is my brother Finn.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you." Blaine said, flashing one of his 100 watt smiles. "And now that we are all introduced, shall we depart for the dining hall?"

The four boys moved off down the corridor, Nick, Jeff and Blaine walking slightly ahead of Finn and Kurt as the shorter of the two reached up to fix his brother's tie.

"It's all crooked, Finn, what did you do?" Kurt scolded.

"Nothing, Kurt, I swear!" Finn held his hands out in front of him in defence.

"So," Nick said quietly as they walked slowly along the hallway. "They seem pretty cool."

Jeff nodded in agreement.

"Finn's cool. What's Kurt like?" He said, sneaking a quick look back at the pair; Kurt was still fussing over the mess of Finn's tie.

"Kurt's a little shy, but I'm sure I can get him to loosen up a little." Blaine answered, wondering how true that was. When he had moved to Dalton it had taken him months to trust anyone again.

"You guys have to hear him sing," He informed the boys in hushed tones. "He's really good."

"What do you think of them?" Kurt whispered once they appeared to be out of earshot.

"They seem like pretty alright dudes." Finn answered. "How's this Blaine guy? He's not giving you any hassle is he?"

Finn puffed his chest out, his protective big-brother face on.

"Blaine's lovely." Kurt snapped, slapping Finn's fists down. "Quit babying me."

"Sorry."

They walked a little faster and caught up with the boys ahead of them.

There was a small, slightly awkward pause.

"If you guys are brothers, then why are you the same age?" Jeff asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"Oh my god, Jeff." Nick buried his face in his hands. "You can't just ask people why they're the same age."