Part 12
Blaine sighed and looked at his feet, knowing Kurt would be nasty to him and most likely the others. But he looked up when Wes squeezed his hand. The Asian had an impassive look on his face as he watched Kurt.
"Hello boys", Kurt said when he reached them. "Blaine."
"Hi Kurt", Blaine said softly. "What do you want?"
"Oh I just wanted to say hi and I wanted to know who these two new Warblers are and introduce myself since I used to be a Warbler after all."
He turned to Hunter and Wes.
"Hi I'm Kurt Hummel."
"I know", Hunter said. "Now leave us alone."
"Excuse me?"
"I know who and what you are Hummel and have no intention of being civil to something like you."
"Homophobe", Kurt said.
"Uh no, you see my best friends are gay as well as my mothers. Mom's a general in the army and Ma is in the navy. So I am not a homophobe."
Kurt glared at him and then turned to Wes and noticed him holding Blaine's hand.
"Replaced me so soon" Kurt asked and actually felt hurt.
"No", Blaine said. "Wes is just a friend."
"Is that so", Kurt asked and looked at Wes. "So Wes you got a last name?"
Wes only narrowed his eyes and Kurt shuddered. There was only anger and hate behind those dark orbs.
"Look", Kurt told the Asian. "I have no idea of what they've told you about me but-"
He cut himself short when he met that gaze again. Looking into those black eyes he knew he was not welcomed into the life of this guy.
"You can't judge someone you just met!"
Wes cocked an eyebrow and threw a quick look at Hunter.
"Okay that doesn't count", Kurt said and Wes raised both eyebrows. "That's different."
Wes let go of Blaine's hand and crossed his arm. Kurt knew what that meant… it meant: why?
"Look because of who I am I meet prejudice all the time so maybe it's a bit easy for me to jump into conclusion. But you have no right to judge me because you don't know me. All you know about me these jerks told you."
Wes cocked only one eyebrow this time and snorted.
"I'm not unbelievable!" Kurt objected. The Asian glared at him and he shuddered. "Look who do you think you are?"
Wes put his arm around Blaine's shoulder and pulled him close.
"The hell you are!" Kurt yelled.
Wes narrowed his eyes and sent him a death glare before taking a step forward, stepping away from Blaine. Kurt tried to look brave but he was horrified. Those eyes were burning him. Wes stepped forward slowly and soon they were basically nose to nose.
"Who do you think you are", Kurt asked. "Get away from me!"
He pushed Wes back but the Asian just came right back. He snarled at Kurt and his burning eyes caused the younger boy to shiver.
"Hey!" Finn suddenly yelled and hurried up to them with Puck and Sam. "Stay away from my brother you jerk!"
Wes turned to him and the other two and gave them a look and a cocked eyebrow. The trio knew what he meant, he was claiming innocence.
"Go away", Sam said and waved Wes off as if he was a fly and the boy clearly took offense. He crossed his arms again and snorted. A gesture that clearly told the boys to make him. Puck grabbed the other teen by the flaps on his grey blazer and pulled him close.
"Don't try my patience kid", he spat. Wes just gave him a look and then looked at his hands. "No I won't let go unless you leave."
Wes raised both eyebrows and gave Blaine a look that said: *Is this guy for real?*
"Puck", Blaine tried.
"Shut up Cheaterson", Puck said. "I'm talking to your new boyfriend." Puck turned his eyes back to the Asian and he froze. The hate in those black eyes and the anger robbed him of all his nerve. Wes once again looked at Puck's hand and Puck let go of him. Wes brushed off his clothes and then pointed down the hallway.
"Why should we", Finn demanded to know. Wes scoffed and his eyes clearly told them that he was warning them.
"What can you do Shrimp", Sam asked. Wes tapped his cheek with a finger before he walked away slightly so no one was close to him and then he did the same martial arts demonstration he had done in the Dalton cafeteria. Mike blanched.
"Uh guys", he called. "I think you shouldn't mess with him."
"Why", Finn asked.
"Because judged by what he was just showing off… he's a black belter."
Puck, Sam, Finn and Kurt stared from Mike to Wes that was walking towards them slowly.
"You got a black belt", Puck asked and Wes shook his head. "Phew that's a rel…"
He trailed off when Wes held up five fingers. The Asian walked up to Blaine again and took his hand before pointing down the mall again. Now Puck, Sam and Finn aren't the brightest crayons in the box but still… they were not complete idiots. They knew it was a warning and that the dude was not afraid to trash all of their asses. The ND left until only Kurt was left. He looked at Wes and the Asian narrowed his eyes at him and Kurt shuddered before hurrying off. When he was gone Wes relaxed and smiled at Blaine, asking if he was okay. Blaine flung his arms around him and hugged him tightly.
"Wow", Joseph said. "I've never seen someone tell someone off without saying a word. Retro-dude you are more than okay in my book… even though you are supposedly over 100 years old."
*141 to be exact*, Wes wrote on his pad and everyone laughed.
"So you really are from the past", Luke asked curiously. Wes nodded. "How did you get here?"
Wes shrugged.
"So how and when will you go back", Frank asked.
Wes shrugged again.
"We can figure that out later", Hunter said. "Let's just have fun while you are here and lets show you how life is in twenty-twelve."
Wes grinned and nodded eagerly.
"Let's start with the music and then get to the food", David said and rubbed his hands together and everyone laughed. Wes smiled at Blaine and took his hand.
They spent the rest of the day just having a lot of fun and Wes was in awe over all the strange stuff but he seemed to enjoy the music a lot. The ghost-gang told the other Warblers about everything that happened and all Warblers had agreed to go back to Blaine and Wes' room to speak about it where no one could overhear them. So that's where they all were now, spread out all over the room.
The ghost-gang showed them Wes' book and Wes showed them where his hidey hole was and they took out all of the stuff. All in all it was a lot of fun, especially as Wes told them short stories about his other roomies. Blaine and Wes were sitting on the bed together and Wes had just told them that his first roomy threw a pillow at him while screaming like a little child before running out naked of the room. That was when Wes started to decide that it was ghosts because no one had seen the naked young man. They all started laughing but then the door slammed open and the room was completely quiet.
"Montgomery supper is ready and your presence is required", a young man dressed in a grey Dalton uniform said and Blaine looked at Wes. "I am sure that your friend can accompany us. Does he live in a different housing arrangement? Or is he a new student? I have not made his acquaintance yet. Hello good sir my name is Richard Holden the second and what is yours?" he held his hand out to Blaine. Blaine looked around the room and realized something… all his stuff was gone as was all the other Warblers. He stared and noticed Wes doing the same. He then realized that the new guy was still holding out his hand. Blaine hurriedly took.
"I'm Blaine Anderson", he said. "I uh just arrived here from Lima."
"Lima?"
"Yeah ya know, north from here about two hours with a car-"
Wes kicked him and Blaine looked at him and Wes shook his head.
"Oh that's right cars doesn't go that fast yet are they?" Wes rolled his eyes.
"Your new friend is just as odd as you are Montgomery", Richard said and shook his head. "But you better make sure he wears the right uniform. The headmaster will be much cross. Gosh he cannot wear such a horrible jacket."
"It is a blazer", Blaine spat.
"It is a jacket. Montgomery and I are wearing blazer, gosh such a peasant you have fraternized with Montgomery."
"Why don't you go downstairs and leave us alone Richard", Wes said and Blaine stared at him. Hearing Wes' voiced recorded had been amazing but hearing it live nearly had him crying. And he spoke to defend him.
"You will surely be late yourself and the headmaster will surely be crossed", Wes continued.
"Oh fiddlesticks", Richard said and hurriedly left. Wes rolled his eyes and turned to Blaine.
"I apologize for his somewhat high-born behavior. He is always like that I am afraid to say."
Blaine stared at him again.
"What is it", Wes asked. "Am I having something in between my teeth? Oh shucks."
"No it's… you're talking…"
"Of course I am talking I am only mute in your time."
"So… we're in your time now?"
"It appears so Blaine." Wes got up and headed for his wardrobe. "Be so kind to go and wash out all that sticky thing you have in your hair."
"No I can't! I will look horrible!"
"I am sure you won't look as horrid as you think… please? You need to fit into the way of living in 1890 and whatever you are having in your hair is not used here."
Blaine groaned but knew Wes was right so he went into the old style bathroom and washed out his hair… after screeching at the cold water.
"Oh great heavens", Wes exclaimed as he came into the room. "I am afraid I forgot to inform you of there being no hot water unless it is boiled."
Blaine glared at him but washed out the gel and then got his 'new' uniform. It felt itchy because of the material but he put it on and looked at himself. He looked so odd. For starters the trousers were very tight and had perfect creases, his shirt was white with slightly stand up collars, his tie was black, his shoes black and shiny, his waist coat was Dalton red and his jacket grey. Wes handed him a comb and a small bottle with certain water you used on your hair. Blaine managed to tame his unruly hair just slightly and then they left.
It was like stepping into a time machine because everything was so different in the dorm. There were very few electrical lights and it was not as fancy looking.
"Dalton is not yet a renowned school", Wes explained. "The money comes solely from headmaster Dalton's pockets. Which is why our uniform appears less comfortable to you."
"Well I can't complain", Blaine said and shrugged. "This is way better than history class. So what's for dinner tonight?"
"Probably potatoes, beans and some form of meet which mysterious background history."
"Mystery-meat? Really?"
"We may live years apart but the school food is still as horrid here as in your time."
Blaine laughed and Wes smiled and they got into the huge dining hall.
"Whoa!" Blaine said as he stared at the wooden tables and benches and saw all the boys dressed in those grey uniforms and the male teachers, all male, with long black robes. "This is like Harry Potter?"
"Who is that?"
"Not who, what."
"Well what is it?"
"It is a book series with wizards. It is quite good actually."
"Do not speak of such things around here", Wes hurriedly said. "God is the only 'magical' being allowed to be spoken of within these walls. Come let us have a seat."
Blaine followed Wes to the end of a table and they took their seats. Blaine snuck a look at the school's founder and noticed how impressive and kind he looked. The man looked at everyone.
"Let us say grace", he said and Blaine hurriedly copied Wes and the other boys. They had all put their hands together and had their eyes closed and heads lowered. Blaine listened as Wes and the others read the grace that was in Latin.
"…in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritūs Sancti", Headmaster Dalton read aloud. "Let us eat."
All boys waited for their food to be put on the plates by the dining ladies before they started to eat and Blaine had to agree that it was horrible. But everyone ate without complaining. Come to think of it, they all ate without saying a word.
"Talking is not for the dining room", Wes whispered. "Do not worry we will talk afterwards."
Blaine just sighed and continued to eat. He was very worried and confused. How did he get here and how would he get back? He felt a hand on his knee and knew that it was Wes' hand. He needn't worry. He knew that's what the hand meant. Wes would help him get back home. But for the moment… he had to blend in and he knew that would be easier said and done. I mean… how do you step from the year twenty-twelve into the year eighteen-ninety without anyone noticing that you are slightly… odd?
TBC
Badboy - Well... where to start. I have always had this dislike for him and especially after season 3 because he's so damn selfish. It's always about him and after watching that season it just feels that he doesn't really care about how Blaine feels. Kurt gets really upset and hurt when Blaine texts Sebastian but when Kurt does the same with Chandler he thinks Blaine's an idiot. He is also very self-centered, hypocritical, annoying as f, a drama-queen, paranoid, possessive and well to make my point clear HE. IS. AN. A**.
Amanda - Thank you very much :)
