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"Wow, I knew we were scary but I'd call that a bit of an overreaction, who is he?"

The twins were kneeling beside Kurt's unconscious form, listening to his pained whimpers and wincing slightly.

"Dunno Fors, I've never seen him around here before."

"So he must be new," speculated his brother thoughtfully, "but why's he in here? Barely anyone knows about this place."

"Maybe he's homeless?"

"You're saying he's a hobo? Have you not seen his bag?"

"Wait, is that a Marc Jacobs'?"

"I think so."

"Damn, so I'm guessing he's not lost then? Shame, I've always wanted a friend like that."

"Copycat!"

"Nu-uh! I said it first."

"I thought it first!"

"You can't prove that!"

The boy on the floor groaned suddenly, rolling onto his side, silencing the argument. Slyggishly, Kurt peeled open his eyelids, wondering why his bed was so hard. He looked up and saw the twins at his side and immediately rubbed his Reyes, believing he was seeing things- or at least double. When he realized the figures weren't disappearing, Kurt leapt to his feet, and would've fallen over the chair behind him if the pair hadn't grabbed his arms to steady him.

"Woah, are you okay?"

Kurt whipped his hand away from the twins, clasping it to his chest as if it had been burnt. They both studied Kurt for a second before sharing a look of concern which, upon meeting eachothers eyes, turned into amusement.

"Hello Bambi-"

"We don't think we've met-"

"I'm Theo,"

"And I'm Fors-"

"Although most people just call us the gremlins."

"Not that we're evil-"

"Yeah, we just have erm.."

"Quirks?" Fors supplied helpfully.

"Yeah, what he said."

Kurt flicked his bewildered stare between the boys, feeling cornered. Did they not talk property?

"Ah," said Theo, reading Kurt's facial expression and turning to his brother, "well, he's definitely new. Most people would have run by now if they knew us."

"And I thought we were pretty much famous throughout Ohio, especially with all the stuff we've done."

"Hmm," he faced Kurt again, his duplicate copying him, "so why are you here?"

"You look to innocent to be skipping class-"

"And you haven't got much with so I doubt you're pranking-"

"So,"

"Why?"

Kurt squirmed under their scrutinizing gaze, avoiding meeting the piercing jade eyes.

"Hey, are you okay?" Theo (or possibly Fors) said, suddenly feeling the nervousness which radiated from the porcelain teen.

Kurt nodded, wishfully thinking that if he pretended to be fine, they might leave. Of course, he had tried this technique before, on his friends at McKinley in fact, but it hadn't worked, instead ending in an argument which ended their friendship.

"No, you're not," disagreed Fors, "come on Bambi, we're taking you to a doctor."

Kurt froze, his reaction to this the same as when Blaine had tried to get him to visit one. He couldn't go, he just couldn't.

"Okay.. but you need to get help."

Kurt violently shook his head in reply, his stomach suddenly growling as a hunger pain stabbed him.

"Well what about some food?"

"Yeah, the cafeteria's closed now though-"

"So we'd have to take a trip to the house kitchens-"

"Wait, what house are you?"

"Because we kind of have a mutual hatred with Lincoln-"

"Not that we'd hate you of course-"

"It's just something that's been going on forever."

"So what house are you?"

"Thatcher?"

Kurt shook his head, biting his lip gently. For all he knew, they'd be in Thatcher and would hate him for being in a different one.

"No? Really? But they're the least crazy-"

"Although they're also most sporty, and he doesn't look very," said Theo, turning to Fors.

"Okay, so.. Kennedy? They're usually the most academic," he continued as Kurt shook his head again.

"However, if you make them mad, run. They're not afraid to pull off big pranks, and because they're suck ups, they usually get away with it."

"But they don't really do it often as it would cut into their study time-"

"And God forbid they miss any of their precious revision."

"Wait, so you ARE a Lincoln?"

Kurt drew back at the charcoal headed boy's sudden hostility and hurriedly answered in the negative, slightly afraid of how they would react.

"But that would mean you're in Windsor," puzzled Fors as Kurt nodded.

"We're in Windsor as well!"

"But we only got back here today-"

"And that's probably why we didn't recognize you."

"How long have you been here?"

Kurt shook his head at them, barely noticeable against his quivering body.

"Kurt?" Theo asked, confused.

"Oh," exclaimed Fors as it finally clicked, "don't you talk? That's okay, Bambi, people often say we talk so much others can't get a word in edgeways-"

"They should probably try putting it in diagonally or something then-"

"Yeah, or shout over us."

"But anyway, the point is, it doesn't matter."

"And because you're in Windsor-"

"That means you're automatically our friend-"

"You get us around constantly to talk for you!"

"Like we help Thad's sister by talking to her in sign language, Thad taught us when we told him we wanted to communicate with her-"

"After he made us promise not to say anything rude-"

"She's only nine."

"Now, shall we go get some food?"

"Come on, Bambi, I even learnt how to cook boiled eggs last week."

"Although that's not really considered cooking," cut in Theo, grinning.

"Still better than you can do."

"Liar, I made porridge yesterday."

"And burnt the water."

"Shut up."

Kurt watched the pair, amused. The brothers were so close, it reminded Kurt of himself and Finn: although they weren't at the point they could finish eachothers sentences, they had certainly grown closer recently. Kurt wasn't even flinching as they called him Bambi, they both seemed so upbeat- they didn't seem able to be bullies, even if they tried. Wondering if he would regret it, Kurt allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and followed the two out the door, keeping a strong grip on his bag. He didn't trust the them enough to let his guard down just yet.

Blaine sat in his Chemistry, blanking out the teacher's voice until it turned into a low humming, and stared thoughtfully through the recently washed window. Where was Kurt? It was half way through the lesson and the other boy should definitely be in class with him by now; nobody could get lost and be this late. And what if he'd been hurt? Blaine was his roommate, and was therefore meant to look out for him- if Kurt got hurt, Blaine knew he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. There was something about the other boy which attracted to Blaine, maybe it was how much he saw himself in him, maybe it was the fear which Blaine wanted to rid from Kurt. Whatever it was, he knew he had to look out for his porcelain friend.

"Blaine? Blainey!"

Blaine surfaced from his daze to see Jeff standing by his desk, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

"Yeah?"

"Were you not listening to Sir? We're doing an experiment!"

"Oh, I mean- of course."

"Blainey? You know you can talk to me about anything right? Same with Wes, David and Nick."

"Sure, but I'm fine."

"But you had that expression on your face, you haven't worn that one since-"

"Jeff?" Cut off Blaine, standing up, "just drop it? Please?"

"Okay...just remember we're here."

"Of course, how could I forget?" Smiling, Blaine walked over to the trays at the front, gathering some bottles the teacher had placed at the front for them to use, "now let's make a start on the practical."

A few minutes later, Blaine was inconspicuously watching other pairs for a clue to what they were supposed to be doing with no success. He didn't particularly want to ask them, not when Mr. Clifford was watching them, probably planning his next (awful) joke about someone not paying attention. Blaine didn't want to be that person.

"Blaine?" Jeff asked, amused.

"Hmm?"

"I'm guessing you don't know what we're doing."

"How did you know?"

"All I'm going to say, is I hope you're not planning to become a spy at any point in your life."

"Haha. Funny."

"I know, now help me measure out this acid; at least one of us was paying attention."

"Since when did you pay attention?"

"Since when did you not?"

"Ah, touché."

"I try."

"Can we please get back to the acid?"

"Whatever Blainers," replied Jeff cursing as he spilt some of the diluted substance onto his hand. "Seriously?"

"And I thought I was the one who shouldn't be trusted with liquids."

"Blaine, you managed to singlehandedly flood your own room," said Jeff, washing his hand under the tap to rid it from the chemical, "I highly doubt that spilling a few drops of acid deems me more ham handed than you. I still don't understand how you managed to do that anyway."

"The shower pipe burst."

"And it was too difficult for you to shut off your water? Jeez Blaine, even I'm smarter than that, and you know how dumb I can be."

"Shut up, and I thought you had forgotten about that incident, it was ages ago."

"I don't think three weeks is really considered as ages Blainey."

"I hate you."

"Nope, you love me, everyone does."

"Wow, egotistical much?"

Jeff's reply was buried underneath the sound of a bell ringing loudly throughout the school, shocking half the students as it did so. They still had forty minutes left of lesson.

"What the-?"

"Alright guys," Mr. Clifford called from the front, "that's the fire bell and for once, I can't be blamed as I don't have my Bunsen out." He did a tiny victory dance at this, having frequently been held responsible for many of the bells- although it wasn't really his fault, he had the smoke detector right over where he usually conducted his experiments. Nobody had bothered moving it, instead trying to make him move his desk from below it. However, Mr. Clifford was not one to be easily persuaded, really, he was almost as bad as the gremlins. "So I guess you should head out the fire escape- or don't, it's your life. No, I'm kidding, get out before I have to write an apology about your death to your parents- I hate writing."

Blaine and Jeff grinned at eachother, used to the teacher's poor jokes which, although usually bad, always evoked a smile. Quickly, they grabbed their bags and headed out the door, neither wanting to leave their belongings in the empty classroom.

"Hurry, hurry. Out, before you turn into a crisp."

"I don't think we have any salt with us though," said Jeff, looking thoughtfully up at his teacher.

"What?"

"Well, I've always thought if I was a crisp, I'd be ready salted."

"Nah, that's too plain, you'd probably be something like fish and chip flavour." He paused, thinking, "I'm allergic to seafood."

"Oh, well I guess you'd be screwed with my diet then," replied Jeff, the jibe obviously not being understood, "it's the seafood one."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I see food and I eat it."

"Oh."

"Well, I think we'd better be heading over to the field for the fire safety point, coming Jeff?" Blaine interrupted, "I think see Nick and David."

"Ooh, bye sir! Nicky! David!" Blaine chuckled as his friend bounced over to the pair and jogged in light pursuit, also hugging each boy friendily before falling into pace with David's stride.

The twins ran out of the smoke filled room, coughing violently for air as they dragged Kurt behind them. From the look on his face, he hadn't seemed like it had even crossed his mind to get out of there. Luckily, the identical gremlins had been in this situation many times before and had spotted Kurt's shock.

"Well...I guess it's fair to say we're going to fail home economics."

"But that was never really a surprise."

"Are you okay, Bambi?"

Kurt nodded in reply, shrugging off the name they had chosen to call him, filling his lungs with fresh air. The twins had carried on with their plan to feed Kurt and had, after a short argument, decided to make cheese on toast. What they actually made though, was something that looked remarkably like a burnt chip of wood. Kurt still appreciated the gesture; not many people had actually bothered to help him before- it was nice to have someone trying.

"Fors! Theo!" A voice shouted over their heavy breathing and Kurt froze as he looked up to see a tall, lanky figure striding towards him, "it hasn't even been a day since you got back and you're already causing trouble! I hope you realize how many of your so-called pranks are on your personal records?"

"Yeesh, Troy. Chillax, it's not like we damaged anything."

"My name is NOT Troy! And you have both disturbed the whole of Dalton's classes by your silly prank!"

"It wasn't a-"

"No, I don't want to hear it! Because do you know who gets blamed for thus? Hmm? For not keeping you two under control? Me!" 'Troy' turned, spotting Kurt for the first time and turning on him too. "And you! You're new here aren't you? Why are you getting onto trouble already? Do you think it's funny?"

"Kane, shut up," said Fors, warningly, seeing tears prickle in Kurt's eyes and feeling a rush of protection to the poor boy. Theo unconsciously stepped closer to the blue eyed teen, as if to shield him from Kane's shouts. It wasn't Kurt's fault loud noises brought back unwelcome memories of what had happened, especially if someone who was shouting aimed it at him.

"No, you shut up. For God's sake, it's your first day back! And you," he pointed at Kurt, "do you think your parents would be proud of you for getting into trouble? Your Mom? Your Dad?"

Tears were now cascading down Kurt's cheeks from the mention of his mother but Kane merely ignored him, opting to continue his yelling.

"Come on, I'm taking you to The Dean, I'm sure he can think up a suitable punishment. I'm ashamed of all three of you." Kane started to walk off, the twins hanging their heads slightly as they followed, upset in themselves for getting Kurt into trouble- they really hadn't meant to. Kurt however, was still frozen to the spot.

"What? To scared to face the consequences? Wow."

"Kane!"

"Quiet you! Ugh, come on," he sighed as he roughly grabbed Kurt's wrist. At this, Kurt cried harder, nearly sinking to the floor in reaction to the unwanted contact, praying for someone to save him. Fors and Theo were just about to jump on Kane, and pull him away when someone beat them to it, throwing a well aimed punch to his gut.

"Get the FUCK away from my Princess!"