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oh and yeah WARNING this is a badboy! blaine fic so there might be angst, mature language and stuff like that.

Ennjoooy! :)

I'm supposed to be in front of my locker right now getting my books or possibly sitting through Mrs. Peter's extremely boring World History lectures back in McKinley – but no, I am here in Dalton Academy Reform School for evil mischievous boys my age who just love getting into trouble. Crazy, isn't it? When the out and proud gay kid finally gets tired of his daily dose of slushies, locker shoves and downright bullying decides to stand up for who he is and what he believes in, he gets dumped into a place like this. Unfair. You can hide all you want from the pain and from the hate; but if you just keep hiding forever; sooner or later it will find you. and I guess that's why I'm here. I've been hiding for so long under my blanket of fear just so I could avoid trouble and confrontation – acting like a gigantic wimp. And guess what? Trouble found me.

Kurt didn't know exactly where his feet were leading him but he followed anyway. He felt like he just walked into a more rugged version of the white house. There were portraits of very significant looking people on the walls, complete with the white wigs, uniforms and of course the look of accomplishment and power twinkling from their eyes. Kurt finally withdrew his attention from his surroundings and instead focused on finding his room. Kurt scanned through the folder Mr. Sullivan handed to him as he wandered unknowingly into Dalton's West wing.

A little key was inserted near the left flap of the folder, Kurt could almost make out the number 27 engraved lightly on the key. He browsed through more papers to make sure where he was headed. "Room 27, West wing." Kurt read aloud, "Where the hell is that?"

"Down the hall to the right. Just past the portrait of that old guy with the fcked up goatee." Answered someone from behind.

"Im Sorry?" Kurt turned and saw a slender boy with light brown wavy hair who was almost as tall as him. He was wearing plain jeans and skate shoes. Wrapping his slim body was a purple sweatshirt and on it was a logo of what seemed to be a Spartan or a gladiator of some kind. He was wearing an expression Kurt couldn't read but he thought the boy was rather peculiar.

"This is the West wing; We are in the West wing. Go straight down the hall, look mister-fcked-up-goatee then turn right. Your magical dorm room awaits." He said with matching hand gestures to emphasize the word 'magical'.

"Um.. Thanks?" Kurt answered

"Sure thing. Welcome to Hell, Noob. Have a pleasant stay" The boy chuckled and left.

Well that was an odd welcome. Kurt nodded and turned to find his room. He looked back and the boy was gone. Weird, he appeared and disappeared out of nowhere... How odd. Kurt pushed the thought away and focused on finding his 'magical dorm room'. He went down the hall the boy pointed to and sure enough, there was a portrait of a man with the weirdest goatee he's ever seen. He turned right and- Jackpot! He was finally there! Kurt was staring down a row of dorm rooms, Odd numbered ones on the left and even numbered ones on the right. He walked past a few doors then he reached his room. Sure enough, the number 27 was engraved on the dark wooden door between door 25 and 29. Here goes. He pushed and turned his key, opened the door and dragged his bags in.

"Wow." Kurt said, astonished. "Just- wow."

If on the outside Dalton was jaw-droppingly beautiful, then Dalton from the inside wasn't going to disappoint. The beds and the furniture were the old classic wooden kind but it looked modern and stylish at the same time. The room was pretty spacey and the ceiling went up rather high for a dorm room but neither than that it was a pretty simple double bedroom. On his left side, was a made up bed and a bedside table which he guessed to be his. He had a fairly sized closet a few steps away from his bed and a small study table to its side which had Kurt's books sitting on top of it. He rolled his bags over to his bedside and glanced over to his roommate's side of the room. His wall was covered with posters of bands, sports teams, skateboards and other things Kurt really didn't bother to look closely at. There were clothes lightly scattered around his roommate's side, along with some books, CDs and what looked like unfinished homework.

Well this ought to be interesting. Kurt thought, still looking over to the other side of the room. If Finn, Puck and Sam decided to share an apartment of some kind, I bet it'd look exactly like this.

Krrrrriiiiinnnngggg! A muffled sound of a school bell echoed in his room and suddenly Kurt remembered he only had an hour (now probably less)to get settled. He glanced at his watch and found out he had less than 30 minutes to get ready. He opened his suitcase and quickly got his messenger bag which he filled with his new school books, notebooks, the folder Mr. Sullivan gave him and a few other crap he might need. He also grabbed a navy blue cardigan and wore it over his cream-colored collar top to hide the fancy embroidered pattern on its sides. It was his first day in reform school after all; and He didn't want to attract too much attention with his embroidered top. Cause that's just how high school is, you know? Your appearance tells everything about you. And Kurt didn't want the student body getting ideas or impressions that might get him into trouble.

He kicked his suitcase to the side of his bed and went out his room. He checked the folder and learned that he was supposed to be in his World Literature class in less than 20 minutes so he fled the West Wing off to his first class. Thankfully, this time Kurt didn't get all too lost. He slightly remembered his way back to the mail building, making a few wrong turns but still managed to find his way to the right classroom. Lucky. He stepped in and found himself in a room of an odd mix of boys. Some looked angry, some looked extremely eager to leave even if the class hasn't even started, some looked high, and some still looked sleepy. He took a seat in front of the class, far from the creepier bunch of kids at the back and as if on cue, the bell rang and in came a skinny semi-bald man around his mid thirties with a pair of specs sitting right on the bridge of his nose. He wore a dark blue collared t-shirt with a brown vest on top and a forced enthusiastic smile.

"Good Morning, Boys." He said. "I am Mr. Rendell and the only reason I said that is because I've been informed that we have a new student, Mr. Hume-mel? Hoommel?"

"Um.. It's actually Hummel, Sir."

"Right.. right.. Well, Mr. Hummel, care to stand in front of the class and introduce yourself?" Mr. Rendell said as Kurt slowly stood up and faced the class.

"Um.. Hi. I'm Kurt Hummel." The class didn't react.

" and where are you from, Kurt Hummel?" said Mr. Rendell.

"Um.. I live in Ohio ... and studied in McKinley High School." Kurt shifted, given poker faces by everyone.

"Okay thank you Kurt Hummel of Ohio." said Mr. Rendell, as he ushered Kurt back to his seat and went on with their lesson. This happened to all his classes, it was almost like a routine. Kurt didn't get lost on his way to his classes because they were all situated in the same building. The lessons weren't all too hard. Aside from a few subjects, they we're actually two lessons behind the ones he had in McKinley and his schedule was way lighter than the one he used to have. He had only 5 classes a day, 15 minutes of recess and 45 minutes of lunch.

"The day is going smoother than expected." Kurt said to himself, not at all aware that this would change later that Lunch.

Lunch time.

Kurt sat himself on an empty table on the farthest end of the hall. He was served this weird soup thing with some kind of half-cooked beans and over-ripe sweet potatoes floating in it. It literally smelled like shit so Kurt didn't even bother sticking a spoonful into his mouth. Kurt poked at the odd soup as he sat there observing the kids thrown in there. It was just like McKinley except that they were all dudes and that half of them looked creepy, suspicious and downright dangerous. Just like a regular high school, there we're the nerds, the hippies, the rockers, the skaters, the jocks and the preppies. Kurt's low-profile plan was almost perfect but that changed when he saw the cafeterias doors swing wide open. The whole mess hall fell silent. A few seconds later, a group of 3 guys (Kurt couldn't really see their faces) in worn out looking leather jackets strutted in, making the room feel dense. Nobody spoke a word. It was so quiet, Kurt was starting to think they all stopped breathing. He couldn't clearly see their faces but He knew that they must be them; they must be the top dogs, they must be the biggest of biggest jackasses around here. Kurt looked around and realized that all the eyes that weren't look at the jackasses strutting in, were affixed on him like he was a goner. Confusion struck him. Why the hell are they all looking at me?

"Move-your-ass" mouthed a familiar face from the other table. It was the guy he met along the corridor, who gave him directions to his dorm.

"What?" He mouthed back, completely confused.

"Get-out-of-their-table." He answered, looking dead serious. And that's when he understood what was going on. He was on their table. Shit.

He quickly grabbed his bag and carried his tray with the crap they call soup. He stood and walked away just a few seconds before the leather folks reached their territory. Kurt returned his tray and walked out of the cafeteria as fast as his feet could take him. He felt like he just dodged a bullet back there, he didn't know what those guys were capable of and he surely didn't want to find out.

Feeling almost panicked, Kurt went up to the highest floor (which was the third floor) to find his next class when he accidentally wound up into this small corridor and on the end of it was a stain glass door with a floral design. That's pretty random, Kurt thought. A stain glass door with a flower imprint in the middle of a reform school? Curious, He approached and pushed the door and found a hidden garden on the rooftop. It was one of the most beautiful things Kurt has ever seen! There were blue flowers, pink flowers, red flowers, yellow flowers and plants everywhere. It was amazing. Canopying the verdure was an astonishing glass roof encasing the terrace. And in the middle of this all was a white bench and a little table sitting next to it. Kurt sat there admiring the hidden Eden he just found. He sat there, breathing in the fresh air, thinking deeply. He wanted to sit there the whole day and just let everything go but then - Krrrrrriiiiiiiinggggggg! the bell rung and Kurt took one more glance at his new sanctuary, promised himself to comeback and ran to his next class clutching his shoulder bag.

There you go, folks! Chapter three! Hope you like it! :) For those who reviewed thank you sooooooo much! If i could give you all hugs gaah i would! :) *hugs* Please please review and tell me what you think about the story so far! Thanks so much for reading! It means alot :)