Chapter three- The big move

'This will be good for you kiddo'. Burt said to Kurt as they drove to Dalton.

Kurt knew he would be safe he, it was just something he was having a hard time believing. He was certain that there would be at least one person that would try and make his target. Kurt makes his way to the administration office with his dad with his head down. Burt talked to the dean he listened to some conversation, but he never looked up once the less eye contact he makes with people the better.

'Kurt i want you to know that this is a excellent school. No one will hurt you here, we strive for excellence and we teach out boys to be outstanding members of society. This is not the first time I have seen a situation like yours, and I personally as the dean promise YOU that no one will ever hurt you here. If anyone said anything to you that makes you uncomfortable or scares you, come straight to me and they will be handled'. The dean turn to Kurt as she says this, Kurt nodded and grabbed his map and his class schedule and his room assignment before they got dismissed from the meeting.

Kurt got to his room with his dad and he settled all his stuff in there, His room was huge. You tell just by looking around the room someone paid pretty good amount of money for this design. Show offs. There was a king sized bed laid out in the middle of the room. With Egyptian cotton sheets, huge fluffy pillows that looked like clouds. On suite bathroom with a bath/Shower, sink and toilet. He looked around as his eyes were swelling up with so much emotions he couldn't do this.

This was not him. Well not his new him. 'Kurt am on my way down now kiddo you want to give your old fella a hug goodbye?' Burt turned to look at Kurt. Kurt started at his dad for a few minutes, He missed his dad. He just wanted to hug him and say everything's going to be ok. So that's exactly what he did. He sprung forward and tackled Burt to the floor. Burt let out a low grunt as his wind got knocked out of him. 'Oh my god Kurt... I missed you so much' Burt cried to Kurt.

'I sorry daddyy pleease forgiveeee me. Am soorry am sorrrry' Kurt sobbed on his dads shoulder, Kurt pulled back and looked at his father's in his eyes and he knew from then on he would be better for his dad but for himself as well.

After Burt left, there was no way to describe it. He felt lost lonely. His heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. Kurt started to shake as he gasps for breath. His eyes welling up as a small sob escapes from his mouth. There a faint knock on the door. He whipped the remaining tears that threatened to fall as he jumped up and raced to the mirror. His eyes had dark shadows that looked like he hasn't slept for weeks, all red and blotchy from where he was crying. His face pale white, Porcelain. He slowly walked to the door and swung it open.

Wow Kurt thought, this dudes small! Kurt then scanned his eyes to his face. His eyes where a beautiful golden hazel colour his olive tanned skin full of life, Radiant. He was fucking hot. No he was fucking raostin hot!

'Hey my names Blaine Anderson, I heard your new here to thought i would check and see if everything's-Oh my god are you ok? Kurt looked up to see his eyes looking at him in concern.

Blaine then looked at this boy's face.

He gazed at the new teenage boy standing before him Who was this boy? Blaine didn't believe in love at first sight, but this boy...he was different looking, different looking in a captivating way. His dark wood coloured hair was swept up to the side of his forehead. His eyes, Blaine couldn't tell. They were a mixture between grey like smoke, green like grass and mostly clear blue. He was slightly taller than Blaine himself, with a straight posture. He was very pale, and Blaine had never been attracted to pale skin until now. It was so smooth looking, as if never been touched by the sun. Blaine forced himself to stop staring at the new boy.

Kurt stared at this boy. He was beautiful breath taking, but no Kurt you're straight now you like football, Boobs and girls, Not singing or dancing, Dick or boys he thought dryly to himself.

'Yeah am fine man' Kurt said in a low husky tone. Kurt was so glad he was a good actor. Pulling this off would be piece of cake. Kurt stuck his hand out to this beautiful boy 'Kurt Hummel' He said in a bored tone.

Blaine gladly accepts his hand 'Blaine Anderson, So how's Dalton be treating you? Blaine says in a too much cheerily tone. 'Just got here. Don't know yet' He says looking down to his blue converse. 'Well I just live facing you, Number 23 if you need to just give me a shout yeah Kurt?

'Yeah sweet man no probs' as Kurt mumbles this Blaine gives his a weak smile and twirls round and runs to the other direction of the corridor. Kurt shut his door with a slam. A he slid down his door, pulling his knees to his chest. He knew this would be hard, living with a gang of hot prep boys. But danm this was hard, He took for deep breaths and stood and started to un-pack his clothes. He first started with his suitcase, grabbing all his socks, t-shirts and sweatpants and threw then in the walk in wardrobe old Kurt would of loved this space for his clothes, Kurt siges as he stuffs his emptied out suitcase under his king-seized bed. Well this year was defiantly be eventful.