Chapter 3

Blaine always liked the library at Dalton Academy. It was possibly the most relaxing and safe place in the whole school. Thousands of books lined the walls on the shelves, ranging from hard-core thriller to lovey-dovey romance.

Barely anyone came into the library. They only came in if they needed to find a book for a class or had to use the computers for research, but Blaine came in for pleasure. It was peaceful.

No one tried to talk to him or even waved to him anymore. Everyone saw him as a deserter that switched schools the moment he saw someone he thought was attractive, and now he was just using them as a shield from the real dangers of the outside world, the dangers that he was responsible for.

This one looks good, Blaine thought to himself, picking out a book from the shelf. The book was covered in dust, a clear sign of just how often people actually read the books from these shelves.

Blaine wandered over to one of the tables in the library while reading the blurb of the book.

The story of misunderstood high school girl Carrie White, her extraordinary telekinetic powers, and her violent rampage of revenge, Blaine read as he sat down at the table.

Blaine was too emerged into the book to notice the tall figure coming from behind him.

"Ooo. Carrie, such a classic. One of King's best books in my opinion."

The teen jumped at the sudden presence of the boy. If he was in the common room or the dining room he wouldn't have jumped, but he was so used to not being disturbed in his little sanctuary.

"If you get scared at someone talking to you, you're reading the wrong book my friend. That book is scary as fuck."

Blaine sat in his chair in silence, looking like a startled cat. He had never seen this guy before. If he had, he would have definitely remembered. His greens eyes were narrow, as if he constantly had the sun in his eyes and his grin was somewhat cunning. An intimidating combination of features.

"You gonna talk?" the boy asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Uh, sorry," Blaine uttered awkwardly.

"I'm Hunter Clarington," the teen addressed, sitting down across from Blaine. "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new?"

Blaine could swear his heart stopped beating for at least ten seconds. The boy sitting directly across from him was the very boy Sebastian had warned him about, the very boy that threw a medicine ball at a fellow member of Dalton Academy just for doubting him.

"I-I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson. I used to go here but then went to McKinley for a while. I only just came back."

"You left? Why on Earth would you leave Dalton?"

Blaine felt as if he was being interrogated by Hunter, which made him even more uncomfortable.

"Personal reasons," Blaine mumbled back, looking back down at the book in his hands.

"Not willing to share?"

"Not really."

"Alright. I can sense when I'm making someone uncomfortable. It's like my sixth sense. I guess I'll see you around, new-old kid," Hunter smirked as he stood up from the table. Before he left, he noticed the Warblers badge on Blaine's blazer. "Hm. Guess I'll see you sooner than I thought."


"Looking for someone?" Hunter asked, startling Rachel who clearly looked lost. She had been in Dalton for less than ten minutes and was already about to call for help.

"None of your business," she snapped back, speed walking out of the common room and into the hallway.

"You can't go that way unless you're a member of Dalton or have permission, and by the looks of the dress and breasts, you're not."

"Well then how do I get permission? If you can't tell I'm in a bit of a rush."

"Ask someone who is a member of Dalton to show you around," Hunter grinned, giving Rachel a clear indication that he is the only way she'll be able to do whatever it is that she's doing.

Rachel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She wasn't in the mood to have some guy following her around, but it was the only way she'd find Blaine.

"So where, or who, exactly are you trying to find?" Hunter asked, leading Rachel down the hallway and to the dining room.

"I'm looking for Blaine Anderson. No more questions. Do you know where he is?"

Hunter's eyes widened. It seemed that Blaine wasn't going to be able to read for very long now. Hunter wasn't exactly the nicest or most thoughtful person in the world, but he did have some good in him.

"I'm not taking you to him unless you tell me what's going on. He's busy at the moment and I want to make sure it's a good reason that he's interrupted. So spill the beans or get out."

Rachel shot Hunter an angry look. She didn't expect to meet someone just as bossy as her in a place like Dalton. She didn't even expect to meet someone that wasn't overly happy and cheerful, but then again, Sebastian Smythe did go to this school.

"You're already giving me a headache."

"Hey, what can I say? Nothing is easy at Dalton Academy," Hunter smirked, leaning against a wall, waiting for Rachel to begin explaining. "Now, it's story time for Hunter."

"Where do I begin?" Rachel growled sarcastically. "Blaine cheated on my best friend with the biggest jerk in the world and then decided to try and hide from him here, along with the jerk he cheated on him with. So now I'm here to either solve the problem, or rip out his monotone vocal chords."

"Wow. Someone's psychotic."

"Is that a good enough reason to interrupt him?"

"It sure is. He's in the library. Follow me," Hunter sprung himself off the wall and began walking down the hall. He knew this was a bad idea, but it was Blaine's own fault. Hunter didn't even have to let Blaine know it was him that brought Rachel to the library. He could just wait outside until it was all over. Although, Hunter wouldn't mind having an arch nemesis.

Could be fun.


Sebastian couldn't believe how happy he was with Blaine here, even though he couldn't tell anyone or even give the impression that Blaine was the true meaning for his sudden happiness. He had had the urge to tell people more than a million times, but was able to just choke it down and hit them with a smartass comment to cover it up. Nothing could ruin his happy mood today. Except maybe…

"Rachel Berry. Now why do I suspect you're here to see Blaine?" Sebastian asked knowingly. He could smell trouble, and it smelt like a mix of Berry and Clarington. Just like Sebastian suspected, right behind Rachel was Hunter, looking rather pleased with himself. "Something wicked this way comes," he teased, only intensifying Rachel's anger and Hunter's attentiveness to what he considered the beginning of World War III right in his very school.

"Move it, Sebastian," Rachel hissed as the taller teen blocked her way into the library where they all knew Blaine was.

"I'd do it if I was you, Smythe," Hunter warned, peeking from behind Rachel's shoulder. "I think this one's got quite a kick."

"Why should I? Blaine's quite happy in there. He doesn't need any Funny Girl wannabes interrupting him. He's very delicate at this time in his life."

Hunter was rarely scared, but right now he was scared for Sebastian. He barely knew Rachel but could already tell she wasn't someone you'd want to mess with.

"Tread carefully," he cautioned, taking half a step back, just to make sure he was out of her line of fire.

"He's delicate?! He is the reason I'm here!"

"And I'm the reason you'll leave. Get out before I call for the headmaster for trespassing."

Sebastian wasn't budging. He was like a giant brick wall blocking the doorway. Not even Rachel could knock this wall down. He was determined to keep Blaine safe. Rachel admired that, despite the trouble it's caused already.

Rachel sighed in defeat and turned, leaving Sebastian to gloat in triumph. She hated losing, but the only way she could win this fight was with fists, and she wasn't that type of person. Even to the people that have broken her best friend's heart.

"Tell Kurt we said hi," Sebastian provoked.

Rachel felt her stomach drop, but she kept walking, squeezing her fists shut and picking up the pace before her anger took over.

Hunter smiled at Sebastian, making him feel a blend of success and confusion. Hunter had never smiled at him like this before, which was weird. Was he actually happy with him, or just being sarcastic?

"Well done, Smythe. You've just started World War III," he declared, patting him on the shoulder as he walked past him and down the hallway towards the common room.

Sarcastic, Sebastian decided. Definitely sarcastic.