A/N Here, have some more of this story. Italics are going to be flashbacks, and there will be more of them in the next chapters (angsty ones so if you don't like it be careful when reading this).
Chapter 5 should be done tomorrow or the day after that I'm not sure how fast I can get it right.

And before you read this special thanks to kaszz-chan who is my first reviewer. Thanks for making my day sunny even if it's not

By the time his third morning period ended Reed got so nervous he considered fleeing the scene before Blaine had the chance to find him and take him to lunch with him and Kurt. Sure he thought the prefect was really nice and seemed like someone who was a good friend so he would have an equally nice boyfriend (yes in Reeds mind nice people dated only other nice people), but Reed just wasn't comfortable with being around a lot of people at once.

As he was examining his options the bell rang and everyone left the room so fast Reed was wondering if they ate anything during the summer break.

He picked up his stuff and went to his teacher's desk to get him to sign the paper he was given by the dean. The old professor took the slip from the boy without a single word and after signing it pushed it back to his hand and turned from him to put his stuff in his back. Reed thanked him and left the room picking up his bag along the way.

When he got out he found the curly haired prefect already waiting for him leaning against a slightly opened hallway window.
"Hi Reed! How were your classes?"- he asked the little boy with a smile on his face so big Reed was afraid his face will actually rip in half.

"It was o-okay I guess. I r-really didn't think they would start with the lessons right away."- he said eyes trained at the floor while he was walking carefull not to trip over anything. It didn't really help.
"Yes well that's Dal….whoo…are you okay?"- Blaine rushed to Reed who tripped over something only his feet seemed to register and was now sitting in the middle of the, luckily empty, hallway. Blaine stuck out his hand and helped the blond boy get back on his feet.

"I'm fine thank you. I-it happens a l-lot to me. I'm quite clumsy."- he said, blushing and examining his uniform for any kind of damage. After a few glances at it he concluded he got lucky this time because it didn't rip or get dirty.

"Well as long as you didn't hurt yourself. Come on let's go to lunch. I'm starving."- Blaine sensed that the topic was a bit embarrassing for Reed so he decided to make the boy stop thinking about whatever it is that was bothering him. And what better way to distract someone than to introduce them to the one and only Kurt Hummel.

He led the boy to the second floor and took a few turns Reed swore he would never remember and a few minutes after that they entered the cafeteria. As they stood in line Blaine glanced around the room but couldn't see his boyfriend anywhere.

"Hmm I guess Kurt's not here yet. I thought he would have teleported here after class just because there's a possibility of you showing up with me."- he smiled at Reed who just looked even more uncomfortable.
"Well I don't think I'm that exciting. My mom is the one who is in the fashion business."- Reed noticed that he really liked talking to Blaine even though he just met him that morning. He was really a laid back guy and was constantly smiling making Reed feel really relaxed around the older boy. They took their food (pizza for Blaine, some fruit for Reed) and found an empty table to sit at.
"So Reed, why don't you tell me about yourself. "- Blaine looked at the boy across the table from him and took a bite of his pizza.

"Um…I don't really know what to say. Not that interesting of a person I guess."- he trailed of nervously. He really didn't think anyone would want to know anything about him. Why would they? He was an awkward, clumsy little boy and nothing about him was special.
"Everyone is interesting. How about I ask you something about you if you can't think of something to say ok?"- Blaine was determined to see this boy relax and enjoy his time at Dalton.

"Okay, I guess I could do that."- he responded quietly.
"Good. Okay so what do you do in your free time?"
"Not much really. I read a lot. Listen to music. And um…I...paint a bit."- he answered still looking at the table instead of Blaine.
"Really? What do you paint?"- at this Reed looked up at him because he sounded like he was really interested to hear his answer.

Reed liked to talk about his art. He loved the way it made him feel. Like he was a part of something not a lot of people got to be a part of. He felt special and humble, all at the same time. Thinking about his painting, and sitting there with Blaine who Reed really started to relax around, felt nice so he started talking.

"Anything really. I paint both abstract and concrete stuff. I like abstract better really. It gives more freedom. I like the fact that I can paint music, and people, and feelings and anything I want without really painting something obvious."- his cheeks blushed a little when he was done talking and he realized that must have been the longest speech he gave since everything in his life fell apart. And it felt good, even if it was just for a minute, to be that old, excited, rambling artist who loved the world and everyone in it.

"That's great. I always wanted to know how to draw anything but I really suck. Kurt is actually quite good at it. Although, he mostly does fashion related stuff. Oh look there he is."- he suddenly stood up a waved happily towards the door.

Reed turned around and saw the boy Blaine was kissing that morning. He was tall and slim, with beautifully styled chestnut brown hair, and stunning glasz eyes.
He walked over to their table, ignored Blaine completely and sat next to Reed.

"Hi. I'm Kurt. I'm sorry if I seem a bit weird right now but your mom is Hilde Van Kamp. As in fashion designer, Hilde Van Kamp. I love her. Like a lot. She's great, and her magazine is great and I saw you a few times in the photos with her. If you picked your outfits by yourself I think I found myself a new best friend so please tell me you did."- behind his overly excited boyfriend Blaine couldn't believe his eyes. Kurt was usually very well mannered and composed and if someone was a rambler and excited puppy-like in their relationship than it was surely NOT Kurt.

Then he looked at Reed and expected to see a scared little boy he was with so far but he was taken aback when he realized Reed was actually looking rather amused and was now smiling softly at Kurt ("note to self Blaine: crazy fanboy Kurt= smiling, relaxed Reed").

"Yeah I mostly choose my own outfits. I guess I picked a few things up from my mom over the years."- Reed answered and for the first time, not just lately but ever, he immediately liked someone enough to talk freely with. Blaine was nice and Reed liked him. But Kurt was like a force of nature.
"A few things? You are a genius. Like I remember that one outfit you had when you were with your mom at some fundraiser. You had that gorgeous scarf…."- Blaine sat next to his boyfriend deciding that for the next 45 minutes the two of the boys in front of him will speak a foreign language so he just took Kurts hand in his, stroking it gently and let his mind wonder around while the two fashionistas continued to discuss the latest Vivienne Westwood collection, and Hilde's new project in Milan.
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Shane thought his morning could not go any slower than it was going now. He only had two classes before lunch but he felt like each of them lasted at least 5 hours.

He was a good student and usually keeping his mind on the lesson was not a problem. But today he just couldn't help himself. The image of silky, blond curls and that cute, confused expression on the angelic face wouldn't leave him alone. Now he was sitting in class next to Nick with 20 minutes left until the bell and he couldn't sit still.

Well sitting still was always a bit of a problem for Shane. He was always hyperactive, so it was no surprise to anyone when he invested his never ending energy into something useful and became a dancer. Everyone thought he was amazing, and Shane himself wanted to be a professional dancer someday, maybe even go to college and major in dancing.

Today his nerves had nothing to do with his regular hyperactivity. He realized that the boy ("and really Shane you can't just call him The Boy all the time. Maybe I could come up with a nickname until I find out who he is. That's a good idea. What should it be...oh I got it! Bambi. He really does look like a cute little lamb.") went to the end of the hallway so that must mean he would see him after second period when he comes out of the classroom.

After realizing that Shane just couldn't wait for that stupid bell! 15 more minutes….10 more…5…2…..AND FINALLY!

Shane catapulted himself off his chair grabbing his bag and just as he was about to walk out their teacher called them all back in to tell them something about him being in charge of the science team for the competition and bla bla bla….Shane couldn't care less…more boring stuff….and when he finally let them go the hallways were nearly empty and there was no trace of Bambi.

Shane pouted and climbed the stairs entering the classroom and tossing his bag off his shoulder, sitting down and finally slumping his head on the desk.

The rest of the students filled in soon and the class began. Nick sat next to Shane as usual and couldn't help but chuckle at his best friends expression. He looked like someone kicked a puppy in front of him. He tore a piece of paper from his notebook and after quickly writing something on it passed it to Shane.

Shane took the paper and opened it.
Dude are you okay? You look like someone died.
He sighed deeply and responded, handing the note back to Nick.
I was hoping to see him after class and then Stanley had to go on about the stupid science team and I missed him.
See who?
Don't play dumb with me Duval.
Fine, fine sorry! It's the blondie, isn't it?
Yes, him. I just….I know I'm acting like an idiot because I only saw him this morning but I can't get him out of my mind. He's adorable Nick.
Oh, you got it bad man :P

That earned him a vicious glance from Shane and he quickly took the note back to add something on it before returning it to Shane.
Look even if you didn't see him now I'm sure you'll run into him somewhere around school. If nothing else you know you've got chem right after he does so you'll see him then and maybe you can grow some balls in the meantime and talk to him or something.
Shane snorted at this and just as he was about to get back at Nick with a very eloquent comment like: Fuck you, or something equally brilliant, the lunch bell rang and they stood up to get something to eat.

"Blaine texted me this morning to have lunch with him and Kurt. Wanna join?"- Shane looked at Nick who was pulling out his phone as they were walking towards the cafeteria.
"Sure, why not. Jeff is running late anyway."- he answered after reading the text he got from Jeff, his boyfriend.

Although Dalton wasn't a "gay school", as a lot of people referred to it, over the years it became a sanctuary for gay boys who were taunted at their old schools, and therefore there were a few couples on campus including Blaine and Kurt, Nick and Jeff and a few more in Stuart and Hanover.
Nobody saw something bad in it and everyone was very excepting and thought the boys were really cute together. Especially Nick and Jeff who were best friends since they were in middle school before they got together a few months ago.

Shane and Nick walked into the cafeteria and stood in a line that was surprisingly short considering all the students had lunch at the same time. They picked up some cheeseburgers and scanned the room to see if Blaine and Kurt were there already.

"Oh there they are. And you're not gonna believe who's with them."- Nick grinned at Shane who was picking up a soda can. At Nicks words he turned in the direction he was pointing and froze.

He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, and his throat, and his ears, and he was quite sure it was so loud everyone could hear it now.
Next to Kurt and Blaine, looking beautifully shy and playing with his fingers while talking…was his Bambi!
Shane darted across the room so fast Nick had to run to keep up with the tall boy.

"Blaine told me you draw some of your own designs? I would love to see them sometime."- Reed timidly asked Kurt as if he wasn't sure if he was crossing the line by asking that.
He spent the past half an hour talking to Kurt and Blaine and decided he really liked both of them. They were outgoing and so easy to talk to Reed visibly relaxed and even stopped stuttering in front of them completely.

"Only if you show me some of your masterpieces"- Kurt winked at the small boy and he laughed a little, dropping his eyes back to his intertwined fingers, and not noticing Kurt and Blaine looking at someone approaching their table.

Shane came to a stop once again when he heard a soft laugh escaping Bambi's lips. It sounded like bells ringing in his ears and he could swear nothing had ever sounded more adorable than his laugh.
He took the last few steps and decided to say hi to draw attention to himself and maybe make Bambi turn around and look at him.

"Hey guys. I brought Nick with me. Jeff dumped him."- he said and jumped away from Nicks hand coming to collide with the back of his head.

Kurt and Blaine greeted them back but Shane couldn't hear them because at that moment the tiny, curly haired boy turned and looked up at him, and Shane decided he could just as well die right then and there, because he was sure there was no one in the world that was more beautiful than his little angel.

Reed pressed his nails into his palms when he heard that voice coming from behind him. That same rich, silky, warm voice that used to make him feel good and protected and then ended up taking away all of the good memories and replacing them with fear, nightmares and darkness.

"Is the little fag scared? Come on little Reedy, you know you want it so why don't you just stop fighting…..you're only making this harder for yourself….I promise you'll like it…SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT….nobody can hear you here…."

Sharp pain brought him back from his own thoughts and he realized he scratched his palms so much they started to bleed.
For a minute he reasoned with himself ("there's no way he's here, Reed, so stop being an idiot. He is locked up and waiting for trial and he's NOT here."), and decided to turn around and see for himself who was there.

He took a deep breath, turned in his seat and looked up at the boy behind him. It was like a slap in the face when he saw familiar golden shine in otherwise brown eyes that were now looking directly at him. He was just as tall, and curly as Reed remembered him.

"…I'm gonna give you a reason to scream…"

He felt his hand starting to shake violently and the apple slice he was holding fell to the ground.

"….you're only making it worse fag…."

His eyes filled with tears and he felt his heart racing in his chest. He had to run away before he got to him again.

"…..YOU CAN'T RUN AWAY FROM ME!..."

He stood up knocking his tray from the table and ignoring everyone else as he looked at Shane with fear-filled eyes once again before running out of the room leaving his bag under his chair.

Shane looked after him and slumped down to the chair next to Kurt. He had no idea what just happened. The other three boys were looking confused and concerned because it was quite obvious who Reed was running away from. They glanced at Shane who was the picture of misery and was now looking at the door of the cafeteria as if the blonde boy would come back just because he refused to move.

"Shane…."- Blaine stood up and rounded the table to get to his brother who was looking like he was about to cry.
"Blaine….I….what….what did I do?"- he looked up at his brother sadly, trying to think of something he might have said to make him so scared.

"I don't know Shane. I really have no idea."- Blaine answered and took Shanes shaking hand in his, locking eyes with Kurt and finding him just as confused as the rest of them were and picking up Reeds bag from the floor just when the bell rang to mark the end of the lunch hour.