Okay first of all. I am really really really sorry for this late update. I cannot stress enough how sorry I am. I've been done with this chapter weeks ago but I never had time to finalize and post this because of all the school work, family stuff and because time management was never my friend. I actually planned on posting it sooner but then we had this hectic rehearsal for this short play we're doing in school and because this one particular teacher (who i am not going to mention) is bombarding us with school work like its freaking world war I.

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So anyway here's the fourth chapter of A Beautiful Mess.. Hope you like it!

WARNING: Mature language, angst and possibly violence in future chapters.

Kurt pressed his hand against his grumbling stomach as he walked towards the mess hall.

He walked in and it was a ghost town. Kurt was an hour and a half early for dinner but he couldn't stand it. The little guy in his stomach was stomping around his belly demanding to be fed. He planned to go straight to his room right after to finally get settled in. He walked up over to the station where he found one of the lunch ladies drying plates. "Um...Hi, Excuse me." Kurt tried to get her attention, "Do you by any chance have anything I can eat? I mean if it isn't a burden to you then I'm pretty sure I can just wait for dinner but if you do then maybe I-" Kurt was interrupted. "Im sorry could say that a tad bit slower deary?" said the lunch lady, looking up. She had a pale beautiful face altered by senescence, A face etched with wrinkles and laugh lines running around her kind eyes, a pair round specs sat on the bride of her freckled nose and her grey hair was neatly bunned.

"I was wondering if I could grab an early dinner?" Kurt Enunciated. "If it isn't a burden, I mean."

"Oh Dinner! It's dinner time already? Where are all the students?" She said, rubbing her lenses as to see clearly.

"Its not Dinner time yet, no. I was just wondering if there was anything I can have? Cause I just got here and I still have to unpack and I kinda skipped out on my lunch earlier."

"Oh no no no." She said, pointing at Kurt. "Young growing boys like you should never skip out on meals! It's not good for you!" She kind of reminded Kurt of his grandmother, The way she cared do dearly about him. She disappeared behind a kitchen door and arrived with a brown sandwich bag in hand. She gave him the bag and gave him a short lecture about not to skip meals and the right amount of nutrition he needed and all that. Kurt thanked the lady and made his way to his room.

Opposite of the Mess Hall, the corridors were filled. He was walking in an unfamiliar setting. The noise all the guys were making filled the halls like the smell of dinner being cooked. It felt so different from McKinley; there were no girls, no cat fights, no cheerio uniforms and definitely nobody breaking into song. But one thing stayed constant – stupid High School's social stratification. It seemed like the more tattoos, scars, bruises and muscles you had, the higher you ranked in the social pyramid here – meaning Kurt was at the very bottom. The last thing Kurt wanted was to get noticed. He was tired, He was hungry and He needed a warm bath. Kurt hung his head low as he made his way back to his dorm. When he finally got in his room, he closed the door behind him and put down his shoulder bag. When he finished devouring his sandwich, he started unpacking his things and planning out his weekly schedule. He found that his schedule here was way more relaxed than the one he had in McKinley which was quite relieving. Moments later a brown haired boy swung the door open.

"I win this time Clyde, Pay up." The boy held his hand out at someone outside. "Whatever, I'm winning these twenty bucks back." Said the guys who must've been Clyde, stuffing money into his roommate's hand. "You wish" He said, sticking out his tongue at him before stuffing the money in his pocket and closing the door behind him.

He chuckled victoriously as paced toward his bed, not noticing Kurt. He sat on his bed, threw his backpack lazily on the floor and finally noticed the figure on the other side of his room. "Oh hi" He said, looking at the boy who was glaring back at him from the other side of the room."You must be the new guy."

"That's me." Kurt smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

He walked over to Kurt's side and extended his hand. "I'm Rodger, Rodger Taylor. You can call me Rodge."

Kurt shook his hand and smiled. "Kurt Hummel."

Rodger had wavy light brown hair that stood up as if he just got out of bed but in a way it worked for him. He had dark brown piercing eyes, a black earring on his left ear and a voracious smile that was quite familiar to Kurt but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. He wore a blue baseball shirt, a pair of khaki shorts and red sneakers.

"Nice to meet you, Kurt. Welcome to 27 West Wing, Dalton Academy Reform School!" He said before returning to his side of the room "So how was your first day in Dalton?"

"Fine...I guess. I'm just trying getting used to the people, the schedule, the maze-like hallways... "

"No shit, I got lost eleven times on my first day and I still do sometimes." Rodger laughed, "So, where you from?"

"Well... I live in Ohio and I study in McKinley High School – well, studied that is. And you?" Kurt asked, casually starting a conversation.

"Well I'm from Brooklyn, originally." Kurt's eyes widened at this. "There I studied at Beaufort Executive then we moved here two years ago where I started my sophomore year in some school not far from here, then right in the middle of that year, I get my ass kicked here. Amazing right?"

"More like horrific. From some executive school in Brooklyn to this Reform school in the outskirts of Ohio? Whoa." Kurt was overwhelmed. He was talking to an actual New Yorker, An actual pure-breed New Yorker. No Way.

"Yup, that's the tragic story of my life." He rolled his eyes.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've dreamt of going to New York since I was like 4 and you've lived there ever since you moved here two years ago so your life isn't that tragic. Plus, you studied in an Executive school." Kurt pointed out.

"Well Yeah, I'm still madly in love with New York and all but it gets pretty rough out there in the big apple. And studying in Beaufort wasn't fun either. Everybody expects the best from you and sometimes you just can't give it to them, you just can't."

Kurt thought Rodger was going to be all emotional and touchy when he said this but instead he seemed very nonchalant about the whole thing, like it didn't bother him at all. Kurt just stared at him nodding his head. Rodger obviously came from a wealthy family and was obviously pretty smart. Kurt had read about of the best schools in New York - and Beaufort Executive was one of them. This school was said to be of the most advanced ones in the country. The only thing is that it was really really pricey and even if you could afford it, you'd be lucky to have passed the entrance test because the questions on it were so advanced that most of the kids who take it flunked it or nearly passed it. He started feeling really bad for Rodger, He had so much...and now he's here.

"I've read about Beaufort online a few times... I heard its some sort of perfect class-a school. I've even got a few brochures back at home, it looks amazing." Kurt said.

Rodger laughed, "More like too good to be true. They always make it look like some sort of heaven but really...it's insane."

"So you like it better here then?"

"Daltons alright, I guess. I just miss the danger-prone streets of the city, the daringly fast cars, the crappy Chinese food and even the crowded subway" Rodger said as he walked to his closet to get his jacket, "So...anyway Dinner?"

"No thanks, I'm filled." Kurt said motioning to the empty sandwich bag sitting on his table.

"Ok, Oh and if you're wondering, the bathroom is the 2nd to the left. We share it with room 28. I spent hours looking for it on my first day so yup you're welcome." He winked and left the room.

"Wow." Kurt couldn't believe how smooth this was going. He had to admit it, his roommate was pretty cool. He wasn't a big jerk like He thought he would be, nor was he the creepy type that covered themselves in tattoos and looked like they were hiding a gun under their jacket (Which was major good news for Kurt).

Kurt then got his things and followed his new roommate's instructions and had the soothing warm bath he deserved. Although he preferred his own bathroom, he was pretty contented with this one; I mean he thought they'd have this common bathroom like shower room in the boy's lockers in McKinley but instead they had this legit bathroom shared with another room. After what seemed to be the best bath ever he went back to his room, went through his nightly regimen and had his well needed sleep.

Krrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnn nggggggg! Kurt opened his eyes to this and woke up. Rodger wasn't there but his backpack was still lying on the floor where he dropped it the night before. Kurt pulled on his favorite pair of jeans and a white top that tempted him to put a scarf that would match it but he instead just put on a blue jacket. He was slipping on his suede shoes when his roommate came in. "Mornin' roomie!" He said picking his bag up. "Looks like you had a good long sleep eh?"

"not nearly enough though." He nodded rubbing his eyes.

"Ahh sleep, such a wonderful thing! Too bad that's all the sleep you get. Boo hoo." He teased, making baby faces at him.

"Haha very funny." Said Kurt.

"Not a morning person, I see. Let's go get you some breakfast, come on." Kurt stood up sleepily and walked to the mess hall with his new roommate.

They got to the mess hall and Rodger led Kurt to their table. With them sat a boy with dark black hair that topped his pale white face. He had a few scars on his face that were fading but were still clear enough for Kurt to see. The scars on his face made Kurt curious as he tried not to stare at them. The boy wore a pair of broken glasses that he taped together right at the middle.

"Kurt, This is Alan. Alan, This is my new roommate, Kurt. " Said Rodger, giving Alan a punch.

"Hey"

"Hey Kurt, Have a seat." Alan said making space for their new friend.

As Kurt sat, another boy joined the table; it was the boy who helped him find his way to his dorm room yesterday! "...And Kurt, this is Leo, My admittedly insane brother." Leo pretended to straighten his invisible coat and tie, put on his best James Bond face, extended a hand and said "The names, Taylor...Leo Taylor." Leo smiled and Kurt finally understood why Rodger looked so familiar to him at first, He had the same untamed smile Leo made when he helped Kurt find his room the day before.

"Hello...Leo Taylor. I am Hummel... Kurt Hummel." Kurt said, imitating Leo's terrible James Bond impression and shaking his hand. The younger boy laughed and said "There is only room for one bad James Bond impression Mr. Kurt Hummel, and I believe that room is for me" Leo laughed, "Just kidding, Welcome to the table, Dude."

Breakfast. (which this time was thankfully scrambled eggs and sausages)

Kurt sat with his new friends-Rodger, Leo and Alan. It felt so much better sitting with this group that made him at least feel welcome rather than sitting alone. It made the whole situation seem less intimidating as it was the day before, especially since the leather jacket guys weren't there. Leo was 2 years younger that Rodger and was very chatty and was very jumpy - He always made large hand gestures when he talked and when he wasn't, his hands would always be fiddling on loose threads on his jacket or absolutely anything he can get a hold of. Alan, just like Rodger, was a senior. He was from Chicago and was sent here a year ago for some reason that Kurt didn't have to courage to ask. They spent all morning talking about each other and trying to get to know Kurt a little bit more.

After devouring their breakfast and saying random things about themselves the four stood as the bell rang. The boys stood, grabbed their bags and left the dinning hall. "Oh crap." Kurt said, when realization caught up with him.

"Whats wrong?" Rodger said.

"I left my bag back in the room and I have no clue where my next class is." Kurt said panicking lightly.

"Advanced Physics right? Its on the Third floor right in front of a water fountain."

"Oh god. Thank you so much. See you later." Kurt said as he swam through the full corridors in search of his bag.

He ran as fast as his feet could take him back to his dorm room where he found his bag sitting on his desk. He grabbed it, ran to his first class and prayed to grilled cheesus he won't be late.

But Grilled Cheesus let him down; He was s good 5 minutes late for class. Kurt got back to the building breathing deeply and his clothing sticking to his skin. The halls we're back to its ghost town state and once again turned itself into a labyrinth. Kurt fluttered around in search of a water fountain- the one his roommate told him about. When he finally found it, he composed himself and opened the door.

"You don't fucking know me." Was the first thing he heard. A dark haired boy was standing in the middle of the class, making the room dangerously silent as he gave the teacher a piercing taunting glare. Nobody in the room even noticed Kurt come in cause all their eyes were watching the boy and the teacher, waiting for one of them to make a move. "Stop acting like you do. You have no fucking idea who the hell I am." The teacher didn't talk, nor did show any emotion on his face, He just simply stood there looking at the boy expectantly.

"Fuck this." The boy finally said, grabbing his bag and making his way towards the door. Kurt took a glance at the boy as he passed him; he saw a purple bruise appearing near his cheekbone hiding underneath his messy dark locks. Kurt looked away before the boy could notice him

"Come in, take a seat" The teacher said to Kurt when the boy finally left. Kurt did as he said and sat quietly during the lecture. The teacher continued his lecture while the whole class sat uneasy and awkwardly the whole time. Kurt just sat there and let his mind take over. who was this boy?

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