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Blaine dashed down the staircase, almost jogging into the mess hall and over to the food bar, not wanting to leave his newfound friend alone for too long.

"Blaine!"

"You took your time for someone who was just dumping their bag."

"Blainers, come sit with us."

Blaine? What's the matter?" The short boy turned to his friends who immediately stopped asking him questions, silencing themselves by giving the distraught Blaine a hug. "Blaine, what happened?" Wes asked again, pulling his friend down next to him and looking him seriously in the eyes, wondering if he was ok.

"Nothing, just...Kurt."

"Kurt?" Of course, Wes hadn't met the new arrival yet.

"Shit!" Nick cursed loudly, much to the disapproval of his fellow scholars, "I was meant to bring him down to dinner."

"Don't worry about it, Nick. I just came down to get him something. I just- he looked so scared and delicate. I don't want him to be another Mark." Wes pulled Blaine into another hug, longer and tighter this time: more comforting.

"Blaine, that won't happen to Kurt, he's at Dalton. He's safe."

"But-"

"Blainers, trust us, we won't let him do that. For one thing, Kurt will have us, whether he likes it or not. He'll have friends and will never even get a chance to feel the way Mark did," said Jeff, reassuring his upset friend.

"I- no, your right. I'm sorry, I'm being silly."

"No, your not," corrected David, "your being human. It's ok to get upset and don't you dare think for one moment that we think you're being silly because we have known you since you moved to Dalton. We're family, and family don't consider other members problems 'silly'."

"Yeah," agreed Nick, "a problem's a problem no matter what the size."

"I guess, thanks guys."

"It's fine, Blaine, we're just doing what friends do."

"Yeah," smiled Blaine weakly, "anyway I'd better go get some dinner for me and Kurt. I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, tell us how it goes!" Wes called after Blaine as he walked back to the cafeteria. "Do you think he'll be ok?" He asked David, turning to his best friend.

"He'll be fine, he's strong. I'm pretty sure him and Kurt will get along fine." Little did he know just how right he was.

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Blaine walked slowly back up to his room, carefully balancing the large amount of food on the tray. He carried a wide variety of foods which ranged from chicken salad to vegan curries, it was fair to say he wasn't sure what Kurt liked. His hands full, he used his elbow to open the door and as he ambled in his eyes rested on the frail boy. Kurt hadn't seemed to have moved a muscle since Blaine left and the short teenager felt another tug at his heart.

"Kurt? I'm back," he said quietly, not wanting to scare the other junior. "I brought the food," laughed Blaine nervously, "I've um, kind of got a bit of everything, I wasn't sure what you prefered." He looked at the floor sheepishly.

Kurt looked up in shock at the Blaine, nobody had ever been this nice to him before and he was wary of the teens intentions. But Blaine didn't really seem the type to hurt him, after all, what kind of person brings you dinner before they beat you up? Mind, Karofsky never seemed to be the type to be gay, but look how he turned out.

"So Kurt," the slim boy must have tuned out because now Blaine had moved to his side, perching on the edge of Kurt's bed whilst Kurt now pressed himself against the wall, Blaine ignored this. "What would you like?" Kurt hesitated, still wondering why the other boy was being so kind, before reaching out and timidly taking some salad. "Come on, you've got to eat more than that," whined Blaine, childishly, "otherwise I'll have to have the rest and I'll get fat." Kurt stared at the other scholar, why did he care about that? "Here," Blaine handed Kurt a few slices of the pizza the boy had been absentmindedly staring at, "eat." Blaine then picked up a slice and began munch on it as well, getting off the padded chair and climbing onto his own bed, hoping this would help relax Kurt some more. Blaine didn't really care about the calories in the food, he just wanted an excuse to get Kurt to eat more- he was already very slight.

"So Kurt, tell me about yourself. Wait nope," Blaine corrected himself hurriedly as Kurt stopped eating. "Sorry, I'm not very good at conversations," or at least, conversations with people as beautiful as Kurt, "what about if I asked some questions and you just nodded or shook your head?"

The timid boy contemplated this mentally, weighing up the pros and cons- if he said no, he could upset Blaine who may take his anger out on him, even if he didn't seem the type. On the other hand, if he said yes, he was opening himself up to unknown and potentially intruding enquiries which could lead to him accidentally allowing the old Kurt to come out of his shell. Kurt bit his lip, thoughtfully.

"It's okay if you don't want to," said Blaine, his voice puncturing through Kurt's battling worries. Oh God, was he getting annoyed already? Kurt hastily shook his head, he would answer Blaine's questions.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be imposing." Kurt nodded his head, trying to communicate that he was fine with his decision.

Blaine watched as the other teenager nodded and gave a gentle smile, thinking up a few ideas to talk about. He definitely wasn't going to mention the panic attack, knowing that could result in a reaccurance, besides Kurt seemed fine now. He also didn't want them to be too personal or about why he moved, no, he had already been warned by the Dean not to push Kurt about that unless he wanted to talk about that, he instead tried to think of some which could be answered easily and without much thought.

"Okay, so...favourite genre of film? Umm, sci-fi?" He looked at Kurt who shook his head- Kurt had decided to give the honest answer to this question, after all, if he lied more questions about that genre could be asked which he wouldn't be able to answer. "Action?" Again, Kurt shook his head. "Thriller? Fantasy? Romance? Well this is harder than I thought it would be," laughed Blaine as Kurt answered them all with a no.

"Musicals?" Blaine's eyes lit up as Kurt hesitantly nodded his head. "Me too! Finally, someone else! Nick and Jeff always make fun of me when I try to make them watch one with me. Don't tell them this, but I also have a very large collection of Disney movies, I just love them as well." Kurt looked at the ecstatic boy and couldn't stop a smile creeping onto his face- he was obviously very attached to the movies.

"Any pets?" Blaine paused as Kurt shook his head, "me neither, my dad never-" he cut himself off before he finished the sentence. Kurt didn't need to know about that just yet. "Anyway, do you drink coffee?" Kurt smiled as he confirmed this- of course he did, how else was he expected to get up in the mornings?

"Ok, so coffee order?" Blaine asked whilst Kurt concealed a slightly smug look, he was never going to gut this. "Hmm, you first picked the salad so I'm going to hazard a guess whatever it is, it's non-fat." Blaine grinned when he spied a surprised raise of the eyebrows from Kurt. It really wasn't very difficult to guess, especially with the other boy's small figure. "Ok, now it gets hard, umm...What size do you get? Small, medium or large?" Blaine said, making signals with his hands for Kurt to copy. He paused thinking as Kurt gestured large. "So, a grande, non fat...hmm...expresso?" Kurt shook his head as Blaine continued to make wrong guesses. "Mocha?" He guessed eventually after naming as many other types that he could possibly think of and nearly giving up. Blaine was rewarded by a dip of the head from Kurt and he beamed. Not only had he guessed it right, but Kurt was starting to open up a bit more, even if the improvement from the boy he had first met was rather small.

Kurt, who had now stretched out of the ball he had been curled into and sat with his arms crossed against his chest, his legs only slightly bent up in front of him, looked inquisitively back at the uniformed teenager, returning the question. "Oh me? I have a medium drip," smiled Blaine at the nervous teen.

"Do you play any instruments?" He asked next and Kurt quickly affirmed it, "piano? Yay! First time!" Blaine stood up and did a tiny victory dance getting a tiny bit carried away, making Kurt let out a small giggle, "I play the piano as well, along with most others, I think it's fair to say I love music." Blaine blushed as he realised what he had just done- brilliant, now Kurt was going to think he was completely weird.

He took another slice of pizza, distracting himself from the angelic boy and walking over to the bookcase, "have you ever read Harry Potter?" Kurt snorted, of course he had, they were only the most totally awesome series he had ever read (and then quite possibly obsessed over for the next few years of his life). "Yeah, I love them to, although I can't help feeling sorry for Voldemort and thinking him and Quirrel would have been amazing together and one of the reasons Voldemort hated Harry was because he blamed him for Quirrel's death," said Blaine, turning back to Kurt. "If you ever want to read them, please feel free to borrow mine. Oh, that reminds me, I cleared some room if you wanted to put your books of it." Blaine searched the room, wondering what the other boy had done with his stuff before realising he hadn't even unpacked yet during all the chaos. "Sorry, I got carried away, I didn't realise you haven't unpacked fully yet. Would you like a hand?"

Kurt deliberated this, did he really want Blaine to go through his things with him, he did have some rather eccentric outfits he might laugh at, however, it would mean it was done quicker and Kurt really didn't like unpacking.

"Great!" Blaine said as Kurt agreed, "do you mind if I put on some music though?" Kurt shrugged and Blaine turned on his CD player, pressing the play button and allowing the sound to carry through the room.

'Last Friday night, yeah we danced on table tops' Kurt looked questioningly at the humming boy, seriously? Katy Perry? He didn't seem like the type of person to like her music, even though he had admitted to liking musicals and Disney movies. "What? She writes good music," defended Blaine, seeing Kurt's look before he could rearrange it into a different expression. "Anyhow, where do you want to start?"

Kurt turned and opened his suitcase, pulling out some brightly coloured skinnies and looking at Blaine who had grabbed a hanger. "Wow Kurt!" He said, admiring the pants and handing the hanger to his roommate who promptly took it and hung them carefully in the spare wardrobe Blaine had declared as Kurt's, "where did you get them? They're amazing!" Kurt beamed at the compliment, he'd only ever recieved them from a few people and timidly showed Blaine the label. It read Abercrombie and Fitch. Kurt reached back into his suitcase, pulling out more clothes and hanging them up, Blaine often admiring them and occasionally asking if he could look at the label to see where it was from. Eventually they finished and Kurt brought out a couple of books, looking at Blaine for permission to put them on the bookcase. Blaine immediately complied, helping Kurt carry them and unload them onto the empty shelves; he looked at the books as he put them up and smiled at them- Kurt had plenty, from The Fault In Our Stars by John Green to the Goosebumps series, he was obviously a keen reader.

Once they had finished, Blaine checked his watch for the time and was shocked to see they'd been in the room for one and a half hours, his friends would surely be wondering were he was.

"Kurt? Would you like to join me and my friends in the commons and watch a movie with us?" Blaine asked, watching for Kurt's reaction, he wasn't sure if the other boy was ready to meet them yet. The other teen looked at him, returning to his original state of fear. He was afraid of being with other boys again, he didn't want to be ridiculed and alienated like before. Kurt wasn't sure if he could face that and still keep up his facade of being strong. "Kurt? You don't have to, I was just thinking I could introduce you to some people before your classes tomorrow, that way you'll be sure to have friends to sit with in them." Kurt bit his lip, it did seem like a good idea to meet them but he still wasn't sure if he was ready.

"You'll be perfectly safe, I'll be by your side all the time," assured Blaine, guessing what was going through his roommate's mind. Kurt looked at him trying to get the courage to face his fears, he felt an odd bond with the short boy and couldn't stop himself from trusting him. Blaine held out his hand, giving Kurt the choice to either stay in the room or come with him. Hesitantly, Kurt reached out his and intertwined his hand with the other and followed slowly Blaine out the door.

"I'm so proud of you."