Disclaimer: Again, my name isn't Ryan Murphy and I own nothing but the OCs and the story line.

Theo silently pushed open the trapdoor at the back of the auditorium, wincing as a creak from the hinges rang out. Thankfully, it wasn't very loud but the two both made mental notes to oil it later. Unlike the other hidden doorways, this one was barely used as the room it lead to was usually vacant so the twins had no reason to use it.

Fors ears pricked as he listened for movement but none reached his ears. Gingerly, they each climbed out of the confined space and lay on their stomachs on the carpeted floor. Slowly, they raised their heads to see out of the window that surrounded the lighting area along with black paint. Theo elbowed his brother lightly and gestured to the darkest corner of the room they were overlooking. After straining his eyes to see what he was supposed to look at, Fors' face lit up as he made out Kurt's figure. Suddenly, both teens were startled back into hiding as another person burst into the room, nearly tripping over their own feet.

Blaine had finally managed to break free from the masses of people who had surrounded him once the song had finished and stumbled out the door as he looked around the corridor for Kurt. He had made him run. He had to put things right.

"Blaine, what happened in there?"

"You looked like you were going to run."

"I thought you love Katy Perry; you looked like you were in pain."

"Is Kurtie alright?"

Blaine pivoted around to see his best friends standing behind him- of course they had followed him.

"Wait, what happened to Kurt?" Nick asked, sending an intrigued look at his boyfriend who he still hadn't dropped the hand of.

"Didn't you see him? He ran out just before Blainers began to look constipated."

"Gee, thanks," cut in Blaine sarcastically, "but yeah, Kurt ran out and guys, please. You've got to help me find him."

"Why?"

"Are you seriously asking why we have to find Kurt?" Blaine looked disgusted at Wes.

"What? No- I didn't mean that. I didn't! I just meant why'd he run out? We weren't that bad were we?" He turned to David, panicking, "oh God, were we? But we'd practiced it so much- we're gonna lose regionals!"

"Wes, calm down. We sound awesome, but do you really think now's the time to be thinking about that?"

"David! The warblers handbook clearly states-"

"Yes, yes, yes, we KNOW Wesley," interrupted Nick, "you've repeated yourself about this several times before, but right now we need to help Blaine."

Wes tutted, rolling his eyes and pretending to be annoyed- "fiiine."

"R-right. Well, umm, I guess we'll need to split up to find him then," said Blaine, so anxious to find his roommate he had trouble formulating all his words without it coming out in a massive rush. "Wes, do you wanna take the Windsor dorms? I doubt he'll be in any of the others- he barely knows them; David, you can search the outside buildings- make sure you search the old ones as well; Niff, as there's two of you, can you cover the outside grounds and gardens as there's a lot of them?"

"Hang on, why do they get to stay together?" David whined, frowning at Blaine.

"Because otherwise they'll probably just try and find eachother and they won't get anything done. Now, I guess if anyone finds him just text everyone and we can stop searching."

"'Kay," smiled Jeff, eagerly running outside before coming back after he realized he'd forgotten Nick, "and Blaine? We'll find him, he'll be fine."

Wes trudged up the staircase quickly, looking around for any movement or object that might signify the mute boy had also came that way. Although he had only talked to Kurt once before, the young boy had immediately drew his attention by the way he seemed to hold himself. It almost reminded him of Blaine when he first came to Dalton.

Wes sighed and reached into his pocket habitually, feeling his gavel rest as always in his hand. He'd started this habit when he had first been given it and, at first, he only really did it when he was nervous, but now he did it all the time. It was just nice to know it was there.

Deciding to tackle the rooms one by one, he raised his hand to knock on the door. However, he nearly punched Thad in the face when his friend opened the door at the moment he sharply moved his hand towards it.

"Careful Wesley, you nearly caught me there."

"Right- erm, sorry Thaddeus. Have you seen Kurt?"

Thad rolled his eyes at his friend. They had each been refusing to call eachother by their nicknames ever since they'd met, it had started off because they had hated the other boy but now just did it automatically. It was just something they'd never really given up.

"Kurt? The boy Blaine rooms with?"

"Yeah, he ran off whilst we were singing and Blaine's got us trying to find him."

"I wonder why.." Thad said, although sounding as if he had a rather good idea why already.

"I don't know, he looked kinda upset though."

"Pardon?"

"Kurt? I said he looked upset."

"Right.." Thad looked at Wes weirdly before he understood. He had actually been thinking about Blaine. "But no, I haven't seen him."

"Drat, okay." Wes stayed in the doorway, looking expectantly up and the other teenager.

Thad exhaled, exasperated, "fine, would you like a hand looking?"

"Definitely, I've got to cover the whole floor, how on earth am I supposed to do that on my own?"

Jeff danced outside as Nick followed, grinning at his boyfriend's antics although he was worried about the whereabouts of their porcelain friend. Luckily though, Dalton wasn't as busy as it usually was as most students opted to go home for the weekend. Sadly, not all had the opportunity to do this as many of their parents were in other countries working, or they simply weren't welcome at home due to messy divorces and famous mothers or fathers being constantly surrounded by paparazzi. They just got in the way if they were at home when this was going on.

"Y'know, it's a shame we're not hufflepuffs," said Jeff after a while, running back to Nick and parting the leaves in hedges, as though expecting Kurt to be hiding there.

"And why would that be Jeffy?"

Jeff grinned, eyes lighting up mischieviously, "hufflepuffs are particularly good finders."

"What?"

"Think about it, there must have been a reason Cedric Diggory found the triwizard cup."

"Jeff, I love you, but please don't start talking about Harry Potter, you know what happened last time." Nick cringed slightly as he remembered the other boy crying on his shoulder adorably after he had read about Dobby's death... for the sixteenth time.

Jeff huffed, moving to a tree and looking expectantly upwards, "fiiine."

Nick smiled, walking up to the other boy from behind and kissing him lightly on the cheek as he also peered up, "I don't think he's going to be hiding up there babe, he might do a Sherlock and fall."

Jeff spun around quickly, a look of mock pain on his face, "too far, Nicky. Too far."

"Aww, you know you love me."

"Yeah, I guess so," grinned Jeff, rolling his eyes. Both boys knew they were each incredibly lucky to have found a place like Dalton where they could be together without their love being called foul words. From what Blaine had told them from what had happened to him, both had decided they never wanted to go to a public school, and thankfully, they never had.

"Come on, let's go have a look near the greenhouses. Kurt might be there."

"I like greenhouses, they're funny."

"What?"

"Well, think about it. Blue houses are made out of blue bricks, and red houses out of red bricks, but greenhouses are made out of glass. It's just weird."

"...I honestly don't know what to say," smiled Nick, looking lovingly at Jeff, "come on. Kurt, remember?"

"Shit! Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to-" Wes was cut off as a door slammed in his face which had now turned a very bright shade of pink. Maybe knocking on doors and then going in even if there was no reply wasn't a very good idea.

"What happened there?" Thad appeared around the corner, looking inquisitively at his friend who was now burying his head in his hands.

"Mikey and Connor."

"Oh...What about them?" Thad smirked as he asked this- it was common knowledge that the two had been dating for ages and made no attempt to be discreet about their love life.

"Er-"

Wes was cut off as a teenager with dyed black hair and heavy eyeshadow popped his head out of the now open door.

"Y'know Wes, if you wanted to join in so bad you stayed outside the door to listen, you could always join us. I'm sure Mikey wouldn't object too much to a threesome, not sure though what David would say though."

"What? No! I didn't mean to do that! You should've locked your door." Thad was still giving Wes a smirk, "shut up Thad, we're both straight!"

"Didn't say anything, Wesley."

"Whatever, and you two, lock your door in future when having sex! Now, I'm going before either of you two come up with another way to ruin my innocent mind."

Connor and Thad both burst out laughing at the last part as Wes walked away- Wes' mind was anything but innocent.

Wes just hoped the other boys had had better luck than himself.

David's walk was rather unsuccessful to put it short. None of the students he asked had seen Kurt and he didn't want to ask a teacher. That would only make them worried when they didn't have to be- Kurt was safe anyway, Dalton policy would mean he wouldn't get hurt and, if he got lost, he knew all the boys would be willing to show him the way. Well, maybe not the people who dormed in Lincoln but, so long as they didn't know he was in Windsor, he should be fine.

It was definitely rare to find a Lincoln the Windsors could get along with. In fact, the only real friendship between the two houses was the one between Connor and Mikey, although all the boys had to admit, it was impossible not to like him. Not when he stopped Connor from making unlimited amounts of sex jokes and innuendos. The only people Mikey didn't get on with were the gremlins as they often abused the boys forgiving nature.

David turned the corner and climbed another staircase to the top floor of the Latin and Greek rooms. He doubted Kurt would be up there as nobody in their right mind would want to be amongst these walls- as soon as you entered, most people were swept into classrooms by professors who'd only let them go when they could translate a large chunk of text. It was worse if you were actually taking the subjects. It was rumoured one boy had been trapped in there for days when he misread one word and translated it wrong so he was given more and more work. He'd only been released in the end when a search of the school was conducted and the police had found him nearly pulling his hair out by a desk. In all honestly, David believed the story- many teachers were very weird at Dalton, clever, but very weird.

"Kurt? Ku-urt!"

A few adults poked their heads out of the classroom doors, giving inquiring looks.

"David? Who's Kurt? Is he lost?"

David froze, had he really just been stupid enough to call out for the teen? Looking around, it was getting clearer and clearer the adolescent wouldn't be there.

"He's my pet spider. I lost him about an hour ago and I can't find him."

David spun around to see Roddy standing behind him, it really was creepy how quietly that boy could move.

The teacher shuddered. "Well I hope you find it soon, and when you do, please let it go. I hate spiders."

"Really? But they're so interesting! For instance, did you know-" Roddy was silenced as the door slammed shut. "Wow, ruuude. And people wonder why I prefer to hang around with animals."

David stared in vague shock and amazement at the tiny boy who was now walking away, gripping a Latin textbook in his right hand which he must have gotten earlier.

It was strange how he had dealt with the questions the teacher had asked him; the two didn't usually talk to eachother as David had petitioned many a time to stop Roddy from keeping animals in the school. Unfortunately though, whenever he wrote up his argument it always disappeared mysteriously or was ripped up and had little teeth marks in. Jeff claimed it was from the nargles but Wes and he believed there was something else behind it- namely Roddy.

"Wait," called out David, frowning perplexedly as the animal lover turned back around, "why did you just stop that professor from finding out about Kurt?"

Roddy sighed in reply: "do I need a reason? Kurt's a good guy, you can tell that from the way he moves, but he doesn't seem happy. And when your feeling like that, you don't want people around. Not when they're as tiresome as they are."

"People may be annoying, but might I remind you we're the smartest mammal on earth?"

"I don't remember any other species polluting the earth and knocking down thousands of acres of woodland to make room for even more stuff to ruin the ozone."

"Are you saying humans are stupid?"

"Have you seen any other creatures do that?"

"...dude...some animals throw their own poo.."

"And I doubt any of their enemies ever return."

Blaine curiously pushed open the small door to the cupboard, listening for any sound from within. He had seen the gremlins disappear into it whilst he was hiding around the corner for...reasons, but anyway, the twins still hadn't came out of it and Blaine was slowly growing more confused as the minutes ticked by.

He entered the small room and his eyes quickly raked the empty room. Where were Theo and Fors? Blaine was sure the pair hadn't left the closet as he had been watching it so how did they get out? Looking around, he couldn't spot another exit and Blaine sighed loudly. Honestly, those boys could probably disapparate in and out of Hogwarts if they wanted to. Blaine left the room, deciding to investigate the space fully later- right now he had to find Kurt.

Ten minutes later, Blaine was wondering lost around part of the school he had never visited. It was odd that this was so, Blaine had after all been the one to first discover some of the rooms, if you didn't count the gremlins that was. He seemed to be right at the heart of Dalton now, possibly underneath the normal classrooms he guessed from the stairs he had previously descended. The rooms were now duller and rather unclean compared to the upstairs ones; cobwebs and a thin layer of dust now coated the desks and carpets. Blaine was starting to get scared as he followed a abnormally long corridor until he reached a dead end. At least, that's what he thought it was before he saw a paint chipped blue door. It was shut, but not enough that he couldn't get in.

He bit his tongue: he was definitely over the merely 'scared' category now. The whole situation just reminded him of a horror film- behind the door was probably a murderer's layer or a load of bones and dead bodies. Ok, maybe his imagination was starting to run wild now, but Blaine had made himself a vow to search everywhere for the missing teen, and that included this room. When he pushed the door, he was relieved to find it didn't open- maybe that would mean he could get out of there quicker. He decided to give it one more try before he left, after all, he had promised himself. He threw his weight against it and nearly fell over as the door flew open. That really wasn't how he had planned it.

Composing himself and trying to recover as much dignity as he could, Blaine peered around the room but didn't take in any of its features as he saw a tiny body pulled into the foetal position in a dark corner. The gelled haired boy inhaled quickly as he recognized the beautiful chestnut hair and china skin.

Kurt.