Author's Note: Oops…kinda dropped the ball on the within 2 weeks thing. The road trip I went on to take her car down to her college set my writing back. At least this turned out to be a decently long chapter. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either. It continues the story of Blaine's beginnings at Dalton, this time with Wes and Blaine rather than David & Sean.

-SQ

Disclaimer: There is a reason this is called fanfiction

Chapter Twelve: Mentors

Wes did not wake Blaine up that morning; he didn't even try. David might call that being chicken, but Wes didn't care; he was perfectly content to wait around on his computer until Blaine began to stir on his own. (Besides, David wasn't there to tease him about it)

"Morning, sleepyhead," he said cheerfully, closing the laptop and turning around to face the junior.

"Morning," said Blaine, rubbing his curly head and reaching for his glasses.

"You hungry?" asked Wes. "I brought you a cinnamon roll and some orange juice."

"Thanks," said Blaine, standing up and wincing. "Ow…two nights in a row of sleeping on the floor does not do wonders for the body."

Blaine sat down on the edge of David's bed and bit into the cinnamon roll. Once he had finished the breakfast Wes had brought him he went into the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Upon coming out again he found Wes still facing him from the desk chair.

"Feel better?" asked the older Warbler.

"Yes, much," replied Blaine, sitting back down on David's bed and crossing his legs. "Thanks for taking care of me after my little…meltdown yesterday." He pushed a hand through his still damp hair. "God, what Sean must think…"

"David has it covered," said Wes. He paused. "Do you remember the first time David and I witnessed one of your episodes?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah. You and David had gone by to get information on me from my roommate."

"It sounds bad when you say it like that."

"Well it's true."

"He wasn't very helpful anyway," said Wes. "Said you kept mostly to yourself. So we left."

"After poking around in my things," said Blaine.

"Only a little," Wes protested.

"When I got back and saw my stuff out of place I panicked.

"And when Alex told you he'd let other people into the room to look around you lost it."

David was dangling upside-down off his bed, feeling around underneath it for his Biology textbook, while Wes waited impatiently by the door.

"Come on, David, if you don't leave now we might as well stay here to do our homework."

"Got it," said David, holding his textbook triumphantly above his head.

"Good," said Wes. "Now let's go."

Wes opened the dorm room door and started in the direction of the commons.

"Wait," said Wes suddenly, putting out an arm to stop David. "What's that?"

"What's what?" asked David.

"That noise."

"People making a commotion in the dorms, what else is new?" said David.

Wes was still looking back up the hallway.

"It sounds like somebody shouting."

"Again, what else is new?" said David. "Come on, you were in such a big hurry to go a minute ago."

"But it doesn't sound like normal shouting," said Wes. "It sounds as though someone is shouting at someone."

"Wes, it's really none of our business…"

Wes took no notice of this as he started up the hallway.

"Wes," groaned David. "You're going the wrong way!"

"It sounds like it's coming from the new kid's room," said Wes.

"His name's Blaine, Wes, and how could you possibly know whose—?"

But by this time the two of them had reached the end of the hall and there was no longer any doubt as to where the sound was coming from.

"Those are my things, mine! I told you not to touch them, I told you!" There was the sound of someone being punched. Wes and David looked at each other in alarm. "No one touches my things but me! Why did you let them in here? You had no right to let them touch my things! I'm not just a freak show here for your amusement!"

There was the sound of a fist connecting with someone's jaw and then of a person being slammed against an object. Wes and David exchanged another look and then rushed to the doorway of Blaine and Alex's room.

"Can we not talk about this?" said Blaine, twisting David's bedspread around his forefinger.

"We have to talk about it, Blaine," said Wes.

"We never did before."

"Exactly."

The dark haired guitar player was standing over his roommate, who he had knocked down onto his bed, and was raining punches down on every inch of him he could reach. David, track runner and football player, reacted with only a split second's delay.

"Call security!" he yelled at Wes, and grabbed Blaine by the elbows and wrenched him off Alex.

As Wes whipped out his phone and dialed hastily, Blaine struggled wildly against David with a strength born of equal measures fear and fury; but the larger boy resolutely held him in place while his terrified roommate looked on.

"Blaine, stop," said David. "Blaine, calm down! Blaine, cut it out! You're going to hurt somebody!"

By the time the two security officers arrived Blaine had exhausted himself. The insane fire had faded from his eyes and he hung limp in Wes's and David's arms, breathing heavily.

"What happened?" demanded the officers.

"He attacked me!" said Alex, pointing at Blaine. "The bastard attacked me!"

The officer took in the taller sophomore's black eye, split lip, and reddened cheek.

"Is this true?" he asked Wes, David, and Blaine.

Wes and David nodded. Blaine did nothing.

The security officers escorted the four boys first to the nurse's office and then, once Alex was cleaned up, to see the Dean. David steered Blaine, who made no show of resistance but walked like a zombie through the halls, while Wes assisted a limping Alex. Curious students followed them with their eyes as they passed. Wes and David were sure that the story of what had happened—or people's speculations on the subject—would be all around the school by the following morning.

The tense and silent group arrived at the Dean's office and were immediately admitted and told to sit and wait for the Dean.

"Alright, who wants to tell me what happened?"

There was a pause, and then both Wes and Alex started talking at once.

"One at a time," snapped the Dean. "Mr. Miller?"

Alex explained, with many wild gesticulations, how Blaine had attacked him in their dorm when he had found his things disturbed. Then Wes told the Dean what he and David had heard, seen, and done.

"Mr. Anderson," said the Dean, turning his piercing gaze on Blaine. "What do you have to say?"

Blaine remained silent.

"We have a no tolerance policy for violence at this school, Mr. Anderson," continued the Dean when he realized he wasn't going to get a response. "Going to school at Dalton Academy is a privilege, one we can revoke if we do not believe a student is upholding the image and values of our institution."

"Sir," said Wes "please don't expel him."

Four heads turned simultaneously in his direction.

"Mr. Montgomery, can you give me a reason why I should not expel Mr. Anderson?"

"I don't think Blaine's a bad person," said Wes, looking directly at the Dean.

"What you mean is you think he's a fabulous singer," said David.

Wes shot him a 'you're not helping' look.

"What happened today… From what I know of him Blaine's not like that, not normally. Alex himself told us that he's usually really withdrawn and quiet. Don't you think there has to be something more going on, for someone to just go off like that? I know he transferred here from his old school a few weeks into the semester, I don't know why, but there has to be a reason. Where is he going to go if he's expelled from Dalton? Back there?"

The Dean looked at Wes over his glasses.

"Alright then, Mr. Montgomery, you don't want me to expel Mr. Anderson. What do you propose we do?"

David tried to signal to Wes to shut up, but, as was often the case, the Asian boy ignored his best friend.

"David and I, we could be kind of…mentors for him. Look out for him, help him adjust to life at Dalton and make sure he doesn't get into any more trouble."

The Dean peaked his fingers, looking at Wes in consideration.

"An interesting proposition… You think Mr. Anderson would benefit from this?"

David shook his head frantically, but the Dean still had his eyes on Wes.

"Yes, sir," said the Asian.

David let his face drop into his open palm.

"Mr. Anderson," said the Dean, startling Blaine out of his contemplation of the carpet weave, "what do you have to say about this?"

"I don't want any stupid mentors."

"Then what do you want, Mr. Anderson?"

"I want to be left alone."

"Like you left me alone?" demanded Alex.

"You went through my stuff."

"I barely touched it!"

"It's mine!"

"Enough!" said the Dean. "You have two choices, Mr. Anderson. Either you accept Mr. Montgomery and Mr. Thompson's offer of mentoring or I expel you for violence against another student."

Blaine glared.

"What will it be, Mr. Anderson?"

"Whatever. I don't care."

The Dean looked from Blaine to Alex to David to Wes.

"Against my better judgment, Mr. Anderson, I will not expel you. This time. But be forewarned, this is your one and only warning. We do not tolerate this kind of behavior at Dalton Academy." His expression softened slightly. "I hope to see an improvement in your experiences here at Dalton. You will move your things to the empty room across from Mr. Montgomery and Mr. Thompson's immediately."

"David was absolutely furious with me for volunteering us to mentor you," said Wes. "As far as he was concerned I was always meddling in things that were none of my business, and I only got involved with you because I wanted to get in the Council's good books by bringing you to the Warbler's."

"I hated David for what he had done," said Blaine. "I hated both of you for interfering in my life, for invading the safe little bubble I had tried to build around myself."

"I know," said Wes. "You did your best to avoid us for the next week and a half."

"Which was extremely difficult when you were supposed to me mentoring me and lived across the hall," said Blaine. "You kept knocking on my door, offering to help me with my homework or asking me if I'd like to have lunch with you. I always told you no, but—"

"—we usually insisted," said Wes cheerfully.

"Some people can't take a hint," said Blaine, rolling his eyes at his friend.

Wes shrugged. "It worked, didn't it? He stood up. "Come on, it's way too nice of a day to be inside. We can stop by your dorm on our way out if you need anything."

"Sean—"

"Won't be there."

Blaine narrowed his eyes at his friend. "Why do I get the feeling that you and David are meddling again?"

Wes opened his eyes wide and affected a look of innocence. "Who, me?"

AN: I hope you're enjoying finding out about Blaine instead of finding it exceedingly boring. I know that scene was really long. I will really try not to have a flashback scene that long again. I am also pretty sure I can get Kurt & into the next chapter (though he'll still be comatose, so he won't actually be doing anything), as well as other people besides Blaine, Wes, David, & Sean.

Your comments are much appreciated!

-SQ