A/N: Hi guys.. This is the last chapter. Do not panic, there will be a sequel coming out within the next few days; possibly tomorrow if I get the chance, and I will post another small chapter to alert you all of it. I just felt like... this piece needed to happen, it felt right and it gave this part of the story closure; or well it gave my boys closure. Trust me when I tell you there is more to come. I would really appreciate opinions on this, too. I think I will name the sequel "Reformed Men" or something along those lines. Thank you all so much for your on going support; you have no idea how much I appreciate it.

**WARNING** Theres a flashback, a pretty graphic one, of why and how the boys ended up at Dalton, and its in Italics somewhere around the middle. It could be triggering for those who don't like to read violence, or don't like.. maniac? menacing? Blaine. Its my first time writing anything like that; and I found it very hard.. I don't like things like that. :( But, I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any grammar or spelling errors. -Lara

P/S: Like I said, I will post another chapter for those who have this on alert of when the sequel is up, which as previously said, should be within the next few days; and ideas are still wanted! Apart from that, thank you all so much and don't forget to check out my tumblr; ohsogleekyy(dot)tumblr(dot)com.

That day, Kurt left. He signed his completion forms, he left his visitor badge and time-table behind. He was free, he'd completed his time, and he could go back to his own life now. His own life with his own friends, family, and worries. And no Blaine.

He'd never have to see Blaine again, hopefully. He hadn't told Blaine- or any of them for a fact that he'd completed his time early and was free to walk out of Dalton that day like he'd just done; as far as they knew he was coming back after their exam tomorrow, but no. They'd be receiving a new tutor who'd help them along now, and then as far as he knew they'd be meeting councilors and their parents to discuss where to next.

Kurt had found out that Blaine, Wes and David had been best-friends since they'd started school, and then about three years ago met Nick and Jeff. Jeff was the first one of the three to come out as gay, and he suffered a little bit, little things as in slurs, getting knocked against lockers, but he could handle it. It was manageable.

However, Kurt knew nothing about this.

Then Nick came out, and the fact that he and Jeff where boyfriends and had been for two months had come out with it too.

Things got worse. Jeff was bigger in size, and was able to cope with more emotional stress then Nick ever was; Nick wasn't weak, but he couldn't cope on his own. They depend on each other a lot, bringing them closer together, but problems got worse.

Blaine came out; his parents where shocked for a few days, but of course they'd told him they'd love him unconditionally. His father took a few extra days to adjust to not talking about pretty girls that walked past; and they weren't as close, but they still maintained a pretty good relationship. However, the school didn't take it too good of course. He didn't get bullied as badly as Nick or Jeff, no. He got thrown against lockers now and then but he always came out the bigger person.

He enrolled himself in karate classes, which surprised his father and worried his mother, but he learned a lot, and he learned quickly. He didn't let himself get shoved around as often.

But things got worse.

Nick got gay-bashed one afternoon when he was leaving the library, as he usually did every day. Their tormentor and his two goons of friends came after Nick, knowing it was the one thing that could truly break Jeff who'd put up with their shit for a long time, even before he came out, he was bullied for liking to dance.

They put Nick in hospital with cracked ribs, a broken arm and a very messed up face. The poor guy didn't stand a chance against the three of them, they where too big and too strong, and Nick knew he had no chance. He'd tried to out run them, but when they caught him he spat in their face.

That earned him an extra cracked rib.

Jeff never forgave himself. He bet himself up for it daily, and still did as far as they knew.

Of course, Wes, David and Blaine had always been there. Blaine was more of the leader of the group, he was silent and never said much that wasn't to teachers or his friends.

Blaine saw the nasty stares and sneers thrown at him; but he didn't let it phase him. He looked out for his friends just as they looked out for him; they did everything together. They trusted each other, and Wes and David didn't care that the three of them where gay.

But the day Jeff came sobbing to Blaine, in the middle of a panic attack- which Jeff suffered from, anxiety- he took things into his own hands. With a little help from Wes and David.

Blaine made sure his parents where out one school morning; a meeting; and got up early. He gave himself a make-over. He gelled his usually curly hair back, roughed himself up a little bit and his eyes became steely.

He picked Wes and David up that morning in his car, and they drove to school.

Nick was still in hospital, Jeff positioned firmly next to his bed willing for his boyfriend to wake up who'd been in a coma for three days. Jeff didn't eat, didn't sleep. He sat there and stared at Nick all day and all night.

They hung outside of school all day, outside the gym until the clock struck four thirty and their tormentor; Jaxon; came out without his friends.

Blaine felt like he was having an out of body experience; but was too fed up to care.

The memory played over in his head every night. He'd told Kurt it was a mistake he'd done to be in a Reform school; but to Blaine it was all worth it.

Blaine grabbed Jaxon by the back of his hair and slammed him up against the wall, Wes and David at his sides.

Jaxon cried out in shock before turning his steely gaze on Blaine and spitting in his face. Blaine held him tightly against the wall and swiped the spit off his face.

"Fucking faggot." Jaxon spat. "Get off me before you turn me gay."

Blaine glared at him venomously. "You really think you're going to get away with putting Nick in hospital?"

Jaxon barked out a laugh. "No idea what you're talking about, faggot.'

Blaine slammed him up against the wall again, putting his elbow against Jaxon's neck, stopping the supply of breath for a few seconds before letting go; Jaxon gasping pathetically.

"Ignorance will get you no where in life." Blaine paused. "You've shoved Jeff around his entire life, you made his life hell, and the one thing that makes him happy you've almost killed, murdered in cold blood. How do you feel? Accomplished?'

Jaxon's eyes flickered downwards before flicking back to meet Blaine's with so much hatred it was almost scary.

"The more of you that die the better." Jaxon stated. "We shouldn't have to put up with you polluting our earth."

Blaine smiled despite himself. "We shouldn't have to put up with your ignorance." Blaine kneed him in the groin, Jaxon spiraled to the ground in pain. "Stand up you pathetic fuck." Blaine spat. "All bark and no bite? Need your gestapo around to protect you, to do your dirty work, is that it?"

Jaxon struggled to his feet, a bitter smile on his lips. "Not to take you, Anderson."

He lunged at Blaine, but Blaine was too fast and Jaxon landed on his face on the ground. Blaine took this as his chance and knelt down, pulling Jaxon up roughly by the hair, his lip was bleeding.

Blaine punched him square in the face. Wes and David watching closely behind.

Jaxon came back and swung for Blaine, but Blaine caught his arm and bent it backwards. Jaxon cried out in pain, but kicked Blaine in the shin. Blaine took a moment to regain his footing, but Jaxon took it as his chance and lunged on him, sending Blaine spiraling to the ground.

Jaxon straddled Blaine, but Blaine slapped him in the face, hard. Jaxon hesitated and Blaine took his chance, flipping them.

The boy smacked his head off the concrete. "That ones for Jeff." Blaine spat, leaning down to his ear. Jaxon curled into a ball, whining out.

Blaine stood up and hit him many kicks in the ribs, a satisfied grin on his face every time he heard a significant crack, signalling ribs where being broken.

"Faggot" Jaxon still spat, struggling to stand up, and falling pathetically down. "This isn't over." Jaxon choked out, his eyes closing as his head started bleeding.

Blaine spat on him and moved away, gesturing for Wes and David to take their shots.

Wes snapped his ankle. "Thats for Nick." He snarled, spitting on Jaxon himself.

David stood on Jaxon's hand, hard, with steeled toed boots. "And thats for Jeff."

Blaine stood back and watched what he created as Jaxon whimpered; actually fucking whimpered like a little child.

Blaine cracked his knuckles and leaned down to Jaxon's face, his glare still deathly. "See you around." Blaine said simply and stood back with Wes and David, nodding solemnly as they walked back calmly to their car.

Three hours later Blaine, Wes and David where being arrested and brought to the police station; along with Jeff for questioning. Blaine, Wes and David admitted to everything without a hint of regret, hesitation or compassion.

Blaine had to fucking wonder how the police worked out that Jeff and Nick belong in a reform school too; weren't they the one being fucking bullied for their sexual preference?

They got sentenced to five months at Dalton Academy, luckily thats it thanks to their families being quite wealthy. Jaxon got off free, he was only given a weeks suspension and six weeks detention, plus he had to write formal apologies to all five boys, like that meant fucking anything, Blaine thought hatefully. If anything, thats what they should get and that prick and his friends should be in the reform school. However, before they even arrived word had traveled about the new arrivals. They where all instantly feared; and Blaine took it in his stride and became top dog at the school. Nick and Jeff joined them a few weeks later when Nick could actually get up and move around, however he had to do classes one on one with a teacher in his room.

Blaine got more vicious. He got into more fights; he used Karate as a weapon and not for self defense, and in total it earned him more time added on, and his friends refused to leave without him, so they worked out ways to get into trouble to stay with him. But Blaine got comfortable here and didn't want to leave.

Eight months later they where getting ready to leave, but Blaine had turned into a completely different person then from the bubbly guy they used to know. No, now he was an angry person all the time. Or at least he was, until he met Kurt.

"Mr Anderson?" The councilor asked, snapping Blaine out of his long day dream.

"Yes?" He asked.

"You're free to go, son." The woman said kindly, handing him his bag. He looked around once more, noticing his friends waiting for him with kind smiles at the door. He took a deep breath and nodded to himself before walking down the stairs. He was enveloped into a large group hug before they walked out; their families waiting for them with happy smiling faces.

"Blaine!" His mother cried. "I have missed you so much baby!" She said, on the verge of tears.

Blaine laughed slightly and hugged his Mom.

"Good to have you back, son." His Dad said with a gentle smile and strong hand on his shoulder.

Blaine nodded and looked up, seeing his friends smiling at him and waving energetically. They looked happy; so much happier then they did inside, he thought. They called to him to call them later so they could meet up for a sleep over or something, to which he just nodded numbly as his father loaded his stuff into the car boot. His Mom smiled as she got into the passenger seat, his father soon following in the drivers seat.

Blaine turned and faced what had been his home for the past eight months, his eyes hard. He stuffed his hands into his pocket, shrugging in his jacket a little before looking at the large statue of Mr Dalton himself.

"Goodbye, hell hole." He said solemnly before exhaling, feeling slightly lighter.

Without one last glance, he climbed into the back of the car and buckled himself in.

"You start at McKinley with your friends on Monday. The school assured me there will be no problems there." His father said gruffly.

"I can handle myself, I'm sure." Blaine said with a small laugh. His Mom's eyes lowered in the mirror, but his father shot him a I believe you, son, glance.

"Ready to go home, baby?" His Mom asked, turning to face him.

Blaine looked her in the eye, and saw her hopeful smile.

"As ready as I will ever be, Mom."

As they pulled out of the Dalton Academy grounds, Blaine smiled a little thinking of Kurt and how happy he would be when he found out they all actually passed their exams and where now free men.

Kurt Hummel, you better watch out, Blaine Anderson is coming to get you, and Blaine Anderson always gets what he wants.

And, thats it folks! Thank you all so much for your on going support, and I hope this doesn't suck! The sequel will be coming A.S.A.P, I promise you! Please review on this, and give me ideas for what should happen in the sequel:) I love you guys so much, you have no idea! *Brings you all in for a massive group hug and hands you all tissues*

Lastly; Check out my "Dalton Academy" Story, which is a nice fic, I think. And, follow me on tumblr; ohsogleekyy(dot)tumblr(dot)com.

Until next time, folks! Stay safe!

- Lara. XOXO