Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. I'm glad people like this story. Though I'm not known for having any particular updating habits I'm going to try update about once a week at least for now. I'll have one more update after this one before I leave for a two week vacation. I'm hoping this very long road trip will give me plenty of time to write so I can update more frequently while maintaining decently lengthed chapters when I get back.

I, personally, believe I have problems with keeping people in character so I hope I managed to do okay. In the case of Kurt you will see his personally slowly peek through as time goes on especially when he's in inner monologue. Wes and David are out of character, more in character with how many in fanfiction see them rather than the show. Just a warning.

And don't worry this is definitely Klaine!

At the bottom of the chapter I wrote out the symptoms Kurt faces right now so be sure to check it out so all this can make sense. I did a ton of research among other things.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee just my OC's whom I love…usually…

As they walked down the halls of Dalton together, Blaine tried to get a read on his companion. He was silent only answering questions with minimal responses or nods, but Blaine couldn't bring himself to believe it was because he was rude or stuck up. There was something sad about the paler boy next to him. He couldn't quite place it.

"Do you have any questions so far?" He asked another attempt to draw the boy into conversation. And yet he just shook his head. Blaine withheld the sigh.

"Are you hungry? The lunchroom should be open by now."

"Sure" Was the quiet reply.

Blaine grinned and led the way. Since most classes were still in session there were very few students in the lunchroom so the two boys made it through the line quickly and sat down.

"Are you a vegetarian?" He asked looking at the new kid's plate compared to his own as they sat across from each other. While Blaine had a burger and fries, Kurt had a small Caesar Salad.

"No." Blaine waited for more but soon realized none would be given. An awkward silence seemed to take over as every question Blaine asked was quickly shot down. As they sat more students began to trickle in.

"Ah the mysterious new kid has been revealed!" Wes teased taking a seat next to Blaine while David sat on the other side of him.

Kurt just glanced between them all quietly, before looking back down at his food avoiding eye contact with any of them.

Blaine sighed for what felt like the hundredth time today, "Kurt meet Wes Montgomery and David Thompson. Boys this is Kurt Hummel."

"Hi." He practically whispered, still looking at the table.

"What happened to your arm?"

"Wes!" Blaine snapped.

"What? You were wondering too." It was true, but it seemed almost rude to ask since the boy has been less than forthcoming with information.

The three looked at Kurt who wasn't meeting their gaze keeping his eyes firmly on the table.

"I tripped." Over someone's leg he added silently, "And fell down stairs." Well floor after a pair of helpful hands gave me an extra shove.

They didn't say anything right away and Kurt finally looked up to see if they maybe left.

"Well," David finally said, "remind us not to let you go up and down stairs alone."

Kurt's lips lifted just a bit to the closest thing to a genuine smile he's done in awhile. Before going back to eating he caught Blaine's look and knew. The boy did not believe him, at least, not completely. Strange. He had no reason to doubt him as far as Kurt was concerned.

"What do you do in your free time?" David asked, in between bites of food.

He shrugged.

"You don't know what you do in your free time?" Blaine asked, trying to laugh to ease the tension.

"Read." He mumbled.

"Do you play video games?" Wes pressed for more information.

Kurt shook his head. He wished they would stop talking to him. He just wanted to be left alone. If people ignored him he was less likely to get hurt. He wasn't about to tell them he did in fact play video games. Finn and Puck practically forced him to play COD with them once and he was surprisingly good. It had become a weekly thing for them for awhile, okay they pretty much had to force him to play every week but still.

After a couple more tries to engage him in conversation with little success they began to chat amongst themselves and Kurt stayed silent, listening.

He could tell they were good friends and their banter could be seen as comical. He missed that with his friends, but had to suppress a shudder as he thought of his old school. As lunch progressed various students stopped by to talk to the boys and meet Kurt. Most seemed put off by his closed off personality. It was better that way. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.

'All alone like he should be.'

Finally lunch came to an end and the boys broke apart to continue their classes. Blaine brought Kurt to the dormitory next to show him his room.

"The office staff already brought your bags down," He explained as they approached the room. Kurt dug out the key the Dean gave him and opened the door Blaine indicated, "You'll meet your roommate later. He's a good guy, just hard on the nerves."

Kurt didn't respond which Blaine was getting use to.

"So our RA is Nikel, he's…well sometimes normal depending on his mood and the scenario. I'm the junior RA meaning I'll take over next year after he graduates. Your roommates name is Zach, like I said you'll meet him later. I'm two doors down to your left if you ever need anything." He pointed in the general direction, "If you want to start unpacking you can. I'll just stick around and help."

"Sure." He mumbled, opening his only box. He didn't need many clothes because of the uniform. The uniform was safe for him; he wouldn't give them a reason to taunt him. He only brought necessity clothes, hygienic supplies and 5 pictures. One of his old family, one of his new, one of New Direction, one of him and Mercedes and funny enough one of him and Brittany. He made sure Blaine didn't seem them so no questions were asked. He didn't want to talk about it.

It barely took fifteen minutes to set up. The whole time Blaine babbled on about different activities and sports Dalton provided. Not that Kurt could play even if he was into sports the cracked ribs and lingering concussion prevented that. Still he didn't really care; he listened just to have something to do. Plus the kid didn't really seem to mind if he was contributing or not which was good.

"I'm on the Warblers." He caught making him raise an eyebrow confused. Weren't Warblers birds?

"It's uh glee club here. It's really popular, we're practically rock stars." He answered the silent question, "Do you sing?"

'Maybe you should sing a song about it. You parade around singing; you make me sick, acting better than us.'

He shuddered, covering it up by shaking his head no.

A beep from Kurt's new phone saved him from further conversation. He looked at the text.

'You ok? Said you'd call when you got there : / '

"Great," He grumbled, putting the phone to his ear to call the usual bitch of the school back. Blaine raised an eyebrow and Kurt held a finger up with what he hoped was an apologetic grimace.

As soon as the other line picked up he spoke, "Sorry, forgot."

"God damn it Kurt, don't do that. Brittany was freaking out thinking she had to go find you in another hallway again." He heard some shuffling on the other end of the phone, "Are you having fun at camp?" He vaguely heard followed by a, "I told you he's not at camp, Brittany."

He could tell Santana was trying to be nice and he knew she was worried and so was Brittany. They were the ones that found him after all on that awful day. They saved his life.

"Sorry. It's fine, huge. I'll probably get lost at least once."

"Only once?" Brittany breathed, "I get lost a lot of times."

"Right." Santana muttered, "Have you checked out their glee club yet? I heard we're competing with them at sectionals. No holding back, Porcelain."

"Not joining." He sighed, sparing a glance at Blaine.

"Nobody will think you're betraying us or anything. Mercedes is practically demanding you join so we can sing against each other since we can't sing with each other."

"I said no." His tone didn't change. He didn't get loud or sound angry, he just sounded flat, dead even to himself. He almost hated himself for it.

'At least I don't hide who I am'

'Well maybe you should.'

He heard Santana sigh across the line, "Okay, nobody's forcing you. Mercedes wants you to email her. And text Brittany, you know she's not good with computers."

"Yeah." He looked at Blaine again, who was beginning to look uncomfortable, " I have to go, still touring the school. Bye."

He hung up, not really waiting for an answer though he heard Brittany call out for him to have fun at camp. Santana would probably throw a hissy fit about that later.

"Sorry. Paranoid, nosy friends."

"No problem. My first week here my mom and sister called me four times a day each, no joke."

A beep alerted him to another text. Slumping his shoulders he glanced at his phone.

'Don't hang up on me bitch. You made Brittany sad'

'Sorry San, bye boo.'

He put his phone away and met Blaine's gaze, "Where now?"

"Well I have to get to Warblers practice. You can sit in and listen if you'd like. You'll meet your roommate there."

"Sure."

Blaine frowned at the lack of enthusiasm in the boy's voice. Did he not want to go? Then again all his responses were like that.

"Well we should probably go then." He said, reluctantly, leading the boy to the Warblers practice hall.

Wes and David were the only ones already there. Blaine immediately went over to them chatting amicably while Kurt hung back, glancing around the room. It looked more professional, sophisticated than the choir room New Directions used. It also felt colder. Kurt quietly sat on one of the leather couches lost in his own world. He barely noticed that other boys began to filter in until one plopped uncomfortably close to him. He immediately shifted as far away as he could from the other boy.

"Wow, dude, chill. I don't bite…well unless you're tall, blonde and have an amazing…what?"

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry. I'm Zach, your roommate since I'm guessing you're Kurt. You are Kurt right? I don't remember any other new people joining school today, so I'm sure you are. If you're not I'm really going to be making an ass of myself since there's some rules to sharing a room with me you have to know, like not touching my stuffed animal collection. You're Kurt right?"

Kurt blinked at him his eyes wide, what in the name of Gaga… "Yeah."

"Oh good, I have rules for you! Wait, are you joining the Warblers?"

"No. Blaine brought me."

He turned away from the overly excited boy to look towards a long empty table at the front of the room. He ignored the strange look he was sure Zach was sending him. He didn't need friends he told himself it was better that way.

'Poor little fag, all alone like he should be.'

"So what happened to your arm?" He turned back to Zach to see his eyes zeroed in on his cast and his index fingered pointed like he was about to poke it.

He winced, "I fell."

"Clumsy, eh? Don't climb on the furniture like Nikel or Blaine then. You might die."

Kurt's breath hitched at the word die.

'You deserve to die, you know that right?'

Before he could stop himself he scrambled off the couch and all but ran out of the room. As soon as he was out in the hall he took off running. He tried to run away from the pain, the memories but they followed him. They always followed him. He didn't know how long he ran but he finally collapsed against a wall his ribs screaming in protest.

A wave of dizziness washed over him and he groaned as his back slide down the wall. After a minute he slowly he stood back up and started down the hallway. He should've gone back the way he came but he was so flipped around.

He only went a couple of steps when a hand grabbed his shoulder. He screamed turning around to face his aggressor clutching his shoulder like it burned.

Hands reached out and grabbed him just as he reached the end of the hallway, pulling him back and throwing him into a locker.

"Shit man, I'm sorry. I just thought I'd come after you so you didn't get lost. Did I hurt you?"

Kurt's eyes were wide as he stared at Zach. He groaned as his head pounded and his vision blurred. The dizzy feeling was coming back. He saw Zach reach forward to grab him just as his vision went dark and he collapsed. His last thought was if Zach was going to hurt him, hopefully he'd finish the job.

'Not so high and mighty now, are you?'

'Brittany, call an ambulance!'

Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it. The connection between Santana and Kurt will be revealed like many other things slowly as time goes on.

I want to put some symptoms Kurt deals with from PTSD (Highlight most common for him which is most of them):

Recurrent distressing memories of the event and dreams
Physical reactions to situations that remind you of the traumatic event
Emotional "numbing," or feeling as though you don't care about anything
Detachment
Lack of interest in normal activities
Less expression of moods
Staying away from places, people or objects that remind you of the event
Exaggerated responses to things that startle you
Excess awareness
Sleeping difficulties.

And his medication (Which actually doesn't get mentioned until the next chapter):

Dizziness
Fainting
Feeling your heart beat in your chest (palpitations)
Headache
Cough/wheezing narrowing airway
Loss of appetite
Nausea
Drowsiness
Weight Loss
Uncontrollable shaking
Thoughts of suicide

So he has a lot going wrong for him right now between the two. More gets explained as the chapters go and eventually you'll find out exactly what happened to poor Kurt. And a slow build up to Klaine.