2007: Age 15

Being situated in a dorm with two other boys was not what Kurt had expected. Living in a wing with seven other boys was not what Kurt had expected. Going to school with three hundred other boys- if you could even call them that- was not what Kurt had expected.

He lived with two young men; one named Nick Duval, the other; Jeff Sterling. Nick was a prankster. He was witty, impulsive, and could quite often charm the pants off of just about anyone. He was extraordinarily good-looking, with his long, dark-brown locks, pale green eyes, and sly smile. There was one problem; Nick had a boyfriend. This was not a problem for Kurt, as he had decided that Nick was not his type. However, this was a problem for Jeff.

Jeff was equivalently Nick's other half. He was passionate, extroverted, cunning, and charismatic. Blonde hair, a cocky grin, and pale brown eyes that often changed into a glittering grey, graced his chiseled face. The only discrepancy being that he was in love with Nick Duval.

Jeff, in fact, conned his way into Kurt's wing one afternoon on the third of October.

Kurt knocked over a stack of magazines situated on the wooden coffee table at an attempt to answer the knocking on the door. He sighed, knelt down, and irritatedly stacked the magazines in their proper order. The pounding rang out, although this time the person at the door decided it'd be best to knock to the beat of "We Will Rock You." Kurt blew the hair out of his eyes, quite annoyed, but also positive that the person at the door would be a complete psycho.

When the magazines were properly sorted- according to issue, of course- Kurt, who was quite peeved because the pounding had continued for several minutes, made his was over to the door.

"What?" He snapped, while opening the door, aggravation dripping in his tone.

"Hi there!" A boy with light blonde hair answered, a goofy smile on his face.

"Are you Kurt Hummel?" The boy asked, curiosity flickering in his now-grey orbs.

Kurt nodded, biting his lip hesitantly. "Indeed I am. And you are..?"

"Sterling. Jeff Sterling." The blonde replied, doing his best impression of James Bond. Kurt rolled his eyes, but a coy smile played on his lips. Jeff excitedly grabbed his suitcase and made his way into the dorm.
Kurt followed him in, arms crossed; judgements already made about the boy. He leaned against the wall and spoke, "Wait, I thought this wing was for all those with last names from A to H?"

Jeff swiftly pulled out a bed concealed under the red velvet cushions on the couch. "Well, It's a long story!" He replied as he covered the bed with his sheets, struggling to fit the linens on the entire mattress.

Kurt nodded inclined his head slowly, "Right...well, does Nick- my- sorry, our other roommate know you're moving in?"

At the sound of the name, Jeff immediately came to an abrupt stop. Blush lightly formed on his defined cheekbones, "Um, well, can I tell you something?" He asked excitedly, his eyes for the first time leaving the gaze of Kurt's turquoise ones.

Kurt quickly moved closer to him, intrigued yet anxious to hear what this could be.

He stammered slightly, but regained his composure quickly, "I-I well, Nick and I have known each other since the beginning of junior high, I've gotten to know him inside out, and I guess...I sorta like him." Jeff's cheeks reddened even more as his eyes twinkled hopelessly of love. Kurt lightly smiled, deciding that reckless grey eyes matched passionate green eyes wonderfully.

He began to aid Jeff in making his new bed, making pleasant small talk with the exuberant boy.

"So, how is it that you were able to switch?" Kurt asked while folding Jeff's clothes neatly.

Jeff laughed, "Well let's just say that I can no longer be within twenty meters of my old roomie; Wes Montgomery!"

Kurt instantly laughed, but then stopped, digesting the meaning of what the boy said, "Wait, what?"

Kurt, surprisingly, had taken quite a liking to his roommates, and them to him. He was especially close to Jeff, who would come to Kurt very often for advice about Nick. Jeff always made Kurt smile, even when Kurt wanted to take a metal rod and beat him to death with it.

Having Jeff as a roommate was particularly overwhelming; within the first week of sleeping on the pull out bed, he had decided it was too uncomfortable for him, and did not meet his needs. So what would Jeff Sterling do? Order a bunk bed of course. Jeff slept on the top bunk, Kurt on the bottom. By the first night of the 'bunks arrival, Kurt felt as if Jeff made it his personal goal to make Kurt lose as many hours of sleep as possible. It was not unusual for Jeff to hump his 'bed', causing the entire structure to shake. Nor was it unusual for Jeff to sing to himself as Kurt and Nick attempted to fall asleep.

Nick and Jeff loved irritating Kurt, in fact, they made a daily habit out of it. Kurt's revenge was subtle though, involving him occasionally commenting on the intense sexual tension between the two roommates.

After two weeks of living in the dorms, Kurt concluded that life would once again be looking up, although fate would be flexing it's fingers, anticipating for an encounter of two souls. The memory that would come about would find its way into the soul mate's craniums, wiggling around until secure in an empty nook, and weaving itself in tightly, knowing that the memory would one day be of importance. Kurt now remembers it well.

"Are you going to shut off the light soon, Nick? Kurt asked drowsily, staring at the small lamp from his view on the bottom bunk.

Nick glanced upwards momentarily, then back down to his book. "Yeah, yeah, go to sleep my little wood nymph." Nick's said playfully, "And besides, it's not like you'd get any sleep with him right on top of you." He stated, pointing to Jeff on the top bunk.

Jeff shot out of his covers instantaneously, "Hey! I am a very peaceful person! And it's quite obvious that no one would be able to get any sleep with me on top of them." He retorted with a wink in Nick's direction.
Nick opened his mouth but Kurt cut him off, "Okay, classes start at 8:00, and I am in desperate need of some beauty sleep!" He snapped while pulling the covers over his head. Jeff sighed melodramatically as Nick gently turned off the lamp, letting darkness invade the entirety of the dorm, but Nick quickly plugged in his luminous reading light, continuing his novel.

Kurt shut his eyes, quite grateful for the silence. That is until the bunks started shaking.

"Jeff!" Kurt snapped, his feet kicking the bed directly above him.

"Yes?" Jeff replied, continuing to move the entire structure.

"Stop!"

"Stop what, my dear boy?" He said, his playful smile growing wider by the minute. "Stop doing this?" He asked, now causing an absolute earth-quake.

"Yes, Jeff; that!" Kurt yelled, annoyed, yet attempting not to laugh at Jeff. Nick chuckled across the room, obviously amused at the situation.

"Okay." Jeff stated simply as the bunk immobilized.
Kurt rolled his eyes and turned onto the side; attempting to fall asleep again.

Jeff decided it'd be best to sing to himself to help him go to sleep, "If you think I'm sexy, and you really need me...something I don't know the words." He sang with great emotion.

Kurt groaned again, "Oh my god Jeff, what don't you understand about 'beauty sleep?' Accent on the 'sleep?'"

"Oh I understand it perfectly, it's just, I don't really think it's plausible for me to get any more beautiful." He said nonchalantly.

Kurt began, "Okay that-"

"Guys..?" Nick called, cutting Kurt off, "I think the power's out, my lamp won't work and my light's dead."
Full of terror, Jeff yelled, "OH MY GOD THIS IS JUST LIKE IN A HORROR MOVIE! OKAY DON'T BE A DUMBASS AND HIDE IN THE CLOSETS, OR GO UPSTAIRS, OR-"

"SHUT UP JEFF!" Nick and Kurt said in unison.

A voice was suddenly audible on the dorm intercom box, "I need all dorm students to report to the gym immediately; the thunderstorm has knocked down a power line located directly beside Wing B; this is only a diminutive danger, but we will take any precaution necessary to keep you all from harm. Please use any hand-held individual light available, we will be having a generator shipped to us within the next forty-eight hours. Once again; please come to the gym, find a source of light, and stay calm."

The intercom box was once again silent and obsolete. Kurt squinted his eyes as he heard Nick cursing in the darkness, Nick attempting to draw back the curtains. When he did, moonlight pooled into the dorm, filling every area, and granting the three boys their vision.

Kurt pulled himself out of bed slowly, while Jeff jumped from his bunk onto the floor, tripping and breaking a picture frame in the process.

"Oh snap! It is chilly! Kurt, can I borrow your sweater?" Jeff asked as the roommates made their way to the door. Kurt agreed, taking off his wool garment, unaware of how much skin he would now be showing, as he was dressed in short-shorts and a v-neck crop top.

They made their way down the grand staircase, walking with the rest of their wing, whom were all carrying Blackberry's (*I am in no form associated with Blackberry*) and loudly conversing with one another.
Kurt's heart skipped a beat when he saw the vague outline of black curly hair a few meters adjacent to him. Nick nudged him in the side, urging him to continue; the gym doors open wide, welcoming the tired students.

The gym looked absolutely luxurious; there were candles everywhere, which created a romantic, warm yellow light that bounced beautifully off the gym walls, and sleeping bags were spaced out evenly on the hardwood floor. Kurt was in shocked that rose petals were not falling from the ceiling; the room looked so intimate.

"Okay, Wing A and B on my left of the gym, Wing C and D- my right." A woman called, the same one who had made the speech on Kurt's very first day.

Kurt, Jeff, Nick, and the rest of their wing made their way onto the left of the gym. Nick and Jeff began to debate heatedly, while Blaine and Kurt awkwardly stood there, separated by two other dorm mates. Blaine watched Kurt intensely, processing his beauty as the candle-light bounced off his porcelain skin elusively.

"Oh look at this! They put all the homos in their own wing!" Chad Charinsky suddenly said, distaste heavy in his tone, and a sneer on his face. Chad had a muscular build with tousled light blonde hair and dark blue eyes- venom rattling in the core of his indigo orbs.

"Oh my god, he's right! We are all gay!" Jeff stated, quite shocked, almost as if he just discovered a revelation.

"Not helping, Jeff." Nick whispered quietly.

Chad scoffed, "Oh look, a new addition, and he may even be the gayest of them all." He nodded towards Kurt who's face flushed at once, and menacingly walked over to him. Blaine stepped in Chad's path, blocking Kurt from Chad's view.

"I don't think you want to do that." Blaine warned in a low voice. Chad vulnerably stared at his familiar golden eyes; ones that he had come in contact with in the past, although under much more intimate circumstances.

Chad's eyes once again darkened, "And why don't I? The little fa***t over there need protecting?" He spat, causing Blaine to grab his collar roughly and glare at him, his eyes full of threats. Kurt began to speak, when an older boy- from Wing B- cut him off.

"Hey, I think it's time to back off." The boy advised, stepping between Blaine and Chad as his hands cut between the two.

Blaine looked the boy up and down, "I think we're fine, thanks." he replied coldly; he didn't know why, but he did not like the boy.

Chad decided to listen, as there was just something extraordinarily persuasive about the stranger's dark-brown eyes. He dropped his defensive stance, forcing Blaine to do the same.

Chad glanced at Blaine's face once more, dropped his gaze to the floor, and walked away slowly, making sure to bump into Kurt forcefully on his departure. Kurt had no idea that Chad was envious of him; for it'd been Kurt whom Blaine had talked about all through the night they had shared together, all though what they had been doing did not involve talking. His parent were extremely conservative; forcing their children to adapt to their beliefs, taking away his childhood in the process. Chad was raised to hate homosexuals, he is one, and now he hates himself.

Blaine started towards Kurt, preparing to ask him if he was okay, when the older boy turned towards Kurt, a small smile on his face, "Hi, I'm Jeremy Nichols," the boy outstretched his hand, Kurt tentatively took it; overwhelmed by the boy's beauty. Jeremy continued, "I'm so sorry for what happened, if it helps, I was treated similarly."

"Wait-" Kurt's voice was high, he cleared it quickly and spoke again, "Wait, you're gay?"
Jeremy nodded, "Always have been, apparently my parents knew as soon as I asked for an Easy-Bake-Oven on my sixth birthday."

Kurt laughed lightly,- temporarily forgetting about the traumatizing episode he had just experienced- while Jeremy smiled brilliantly. Blaine watched tensely, an aching pain in his chest replacing the area where numbness had occupied.
"Jeremy, over here!" A group of boys called from the other side of the gym, Jeremy turned his head towards them and nodded.

He looked at Kurt deeply, "I've got to go. I know we don't have any classes together since were not in the same year, but I'm in Wing B, so feel free to come by anytime. I mean it."

And with that, he turned and walked away slowly, Kurt staring in awe at the extraordinary boy while he exited.

Kurt internally screamed, his knuckles wound up tightly, and a small grin on his face. Blaine studied Kurt's reaction moments before jealousy engulfed his entire entity. He marched directly up to Kurt, only a few inches separating the two boys.

"Wow, that your new boyfriend?" Blaine asked venomously, his emotions taking complete control of him, while his eyes flashed green, matching the envious glare on his face.

"No, he's not Blaine." Kurt replied without eye contact, attempting not to let Blaine ruin his good-spirits after meeting Jeremy.

Blaine lashed, "Oh, well you never know, do you? I mean especially since you're dressed like a tease." He snagged the bottom of Kurt's pyjama shirt between his fingers tentatively.

Kurt winced at his words, Blaine simply lapped his pain up; the black-haired boy not thinking properly.

Kurt looked him in his now-murky eyes, searching for the lost boy he once knew, "I know you're hurting Blaine-"

He simply scoffed, "Really? You know me? You don't know anything about me. If I remember correctly you left me."

Blaine's voice was low, but full of pain. The type of pain that would cut through you like the wind.

Kurt felt the need to defend his past actions, "I had to, Blaine! I was just a little kid back then and those boys on the team-"

Blaine cut him off, all his repressed emotions seeping into his words, "No! You left because you were weak, and scared, and now you're just a tease!"

Kurt's face flushed again, only this time it was of anger. He was shaking. Kurt attempted to force his way past Blaine and go outside to cool off. Although his attempt was unsuccessful, as Blaine simply held him there, not letting him go.

"Let me go." Kurt stated, struggling to keep his voice from shaking.

Blaine shook his head, "No." he replied steadily, the gold returning to his eyes.

"I said let me go!"

Blaine held on. Tears pooled in Kurt's turquoise orbs.

"LET ME GO BLAINE!" Kurt cried, tears spilling down his cheeks.

"I won't let you go again-" Blaine began, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"What the fuck? Why can't anyone leave the poor kid alone?" Jeremy Nichols snapped, making his way towards the two boys.

Blaine's jaw clenched, grinding his teeth compulsively, "I thought you left?" He asked Jeremy coldly, yet unable to take his eyes off Kurt's pained face.

"I came back because I realized that I didn't give Kurt my dorm number." Jeremy replied, mirroring the same coldness as in Blaine's voice.

"He doesn't want it." Blaine replied, his voice slightly cracking.

Kurt piped in, "Yes. I do." He stared at Blaine regretfully, conflicting emotions influencing his reactions.

Blaine took in the scene before him. He swallowed sadly, losing his grip on Kurt entirely. Kurt stepped to the side, taking a deep breath in; his whole body shaken.

Jeremy walked up to Blaine fox-like; swiftly yet sinisterly. He leaned towards Blaine, his mouth and Blaine's ear inches apart, "I know how people like you are."

Blaine instinctively grabbed Jeremy's shirt abrasively. Jeremy's eyebrow furrowed in anger at the impulsive boy before him.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Blaine demanded, eyes flickering violently.

Jeremy pushed Blaine forward furiously, rage now reaching the boiling point in both of the boys.

"You think we're blind?," Jeremy yelled; heads turning from the left side of the gym, while the right went on, unaffected, "You think we all don't see you smoking a joint every chance you get? Or that we're all so fucking dense that we don't notice you sneaking bottles of whiskey up to your room? Some people actually had to work to get here; and you complain! Oh, 'I'm Blaine Anderson, my life is so hard! Nobody loves me!'"

Jeremy imitated in a high-pitched voice, then continued, "The only reason they don't kick you out is because of your daddy's money!"

Blaine gazed at the ground, his emotions pulling him in every direction possible that he didn't know what to feel. So he stayed silent.

Jeremy took that as confirmation, "I'm right, aren't I? Your perfect little daddy protects you, doesn't he? Doesn't he?" Jeremy maliciously asked, Blaine was once again soundless.
"That's enough, Jeremy." Kurt broke in, finally finding his voice after being petrified by the train wreck happening right in front of him.

Kurt sacrificially walked towards Blaine, who was now the identical version of the little boy who once was sitting on the field-pitch, deep in thought.

Jeremy noticed the disappointment in Kurt's eyes, "Kurt, I-I'm sorry. I didn't know..."
"I think you should leave." Kurt advised. Jeremy glanced at Kurt before turning on his heel and walking over to his friends regretfully.

"Blaine-" Kurt began, as he reached for his hand gently.

"Don't." Blaine said, barely audibly, yet full of grief.

With one more glance in Kurt's direction, he melancholy walked out of the gym, and into the dimly-lit foyer, searching his pockets for a pack of greatly needed smokes. When his pockets proved empty, he forfeited and leaned against the ivory wall; illuminated only by the flooding candle-light in the gym.

"Bad move, Anderson." An all too familiar voice spoke, Blaine instantly stiffened, his knuckles turning white from the strain he was forcing on them.

Three older boys walked into the empty foyer; two with the builds of a football player, the other- of course- was Jeremy.

Jeremy and the large boy strolled up to him, a dangerous look in their eyes, "I mean, really Blaine? I thought you'd have been smart enough to get the hell out of Dalton as soon as we met." Jeremy snapped as the smaller boy quietly closed the door, diminishing the view of the foyer from the students in the gym; although the windows in the entrance hall were bright with moonlight.

The two football players forcefully pressed Blaine against the wall and looked towards Jeremy, awaiting the signal. He nodded simply, and Blaine's breathing swallowed.

The first boy kneed Blaine in the stomach, causing him to keel over on the cold floor. Blaine concealed his intense level of pain; not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing him hurt- just as he does with his father.

The two athletes proceeded to repeatedly kick him in the chest, thigh, and back, resulting in multiple bruises that would appear days later. Blaine let out a small cry of pain as the stocky boy harshly pulled him off of the tiled floor, and slammed him into the wall adjacent to where he once was.

The more lanky jock wounded up his fist and shot it through the air rapidly; making contact with Blaine's soft mouth. Blood oozed out of his now-split lip, and ran down his chin fluidly. Blaine's eyes closed as he was scared of what was to come; although the feeling was quite familiar.

The two goons roughly kicked his knee, causing Blaine to slide down the wall from lack of support for his upper body. The skinny one was about to strike him when Jeremy stopped him, "That's enough." He said coldly. "Good work, you can leave now."

The boys mechanically walked away, unaffected by their actions, and indifferent to the pain they had caused.

When they had departed, Jeremy slowly walked towards Blaine, bent down on the floor beside him, and began to speak, "If anybody asks how you got this," he ran his thumb over Blaine's split lip, the younger boy's blood pooling on his skin, "it happened when you were on your bike; on your way of visiting your dear old daddy in your big old mansion." He finished, a smirk on his smug face.

Blaine sat there, stunned, scared, and angry; but he didn't say anything for fear that he'd be beaten again- just like how it is in his own home.

Jeremy stood up, glared once more at the golden-eyed boy, and made his way back into the gym; slamming the door on his way out, darkness swallowing Blaine wholly.

Elsewhere, Kurt rested his head on his pillow, staring into the candle-light dreamily. Wondering where Blaine was, and regretting every action he had made in the past two-hours.

Elsewhere, Blaine rested his head on the tiled floor, staring into the darkness sadly. Wondering how Kurt was, and wishing he could change all the choices others had made in the past two-hours.