Blaine Anderson sat on his bed on his side of the room re-reading his favorite book, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. He had made sure to tidy up and clean the other side of his room. He was getting a roommate today. His old one’s parents pulled him out of school last month for behavior problems.  Tom was always getting into trouble. It was odd for a transfer to happen in the middle of the 2nd quarter, but from what he heard through the grapevine, the transfer needed to take place immediately.  Blaine remember when he transferred, it was his sophomore year. He had transferred after the awful Sadie Hawkins Dance scandal. But that was his past, he was here now, safe to be who he is, even without his father’s approval, and he had great friends:  The Warblers.  The Warblers are his best friends; they are the ones who helped him the most after he transferred here.  They are his family. Blaine wondered if his roommate liked singing, wondered if he would join the Warblers.  Blaine looked up at the door as he heard the lock unlock and saw the handle start to turn, time to meet his new roommate.

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Kurt stepped into his new room it was pretty clean and the closet was a decent size. Well, for the new Kurt.  The old Kurt would have been horrified on how small the closet was; where would he hang all his clothes, but not this Kurt.  He felt eyes on him and heard someone clear their throat.  Kurt turned and laid his eyes on the gorgeous man in the whole world. He was his roommate?! Kurt could not believe his eyes. This man with the most amazing hazel eyes and the cute quirky triangle eyebrows was his roommate. Maybe this won’t be as bad.

“Hey, I’m Blaine, I’m assuming you Kurt?”  Kurt just looked at him and nodded slightly. “Well, Kurt it is nice to meet you!” Blaine held out his hand for a handshake and Kurt tensed up and just stared at it started at the jester. He didn’t want Blaine to get a glimpse of his bandages.  He already had a neck brace that is ugly as hell and was probably freaking him out right now.  Burt walked in carrying two big boxes at that moment.

“Hey Kiddo, where do you want these,” He sees Blaine, “Oh, hello, I’m Burt, Kurt’s father.”

Burt set down the boxes and shook Blaine’s hand.  “You must be Kurt’s roommate, Blade?”

“Blaine, Sir.” Blaine responded. “None of that sir crap, it makes me sound old, call me Burt.” 

Kurt had made his way to sit on his bed awkwardly feeling out of place here.

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Blaine watched as his roommate walked in the door. The boy was beautiful, no; beautiful did not do this boy justice. His eyes, those blue-grey globes of oceans showed sadness, fear and hesitation?

“Hey, I’m Blaine, I’m assuming you Kurt?”  Blaine said enthusiastic.  When he didn’t get more than a head nod he proceeded, “Well, Kurt it is nice to meet you!” Blaine held out his hand for a handshake and noticed as the boy’s whole demeanor changed.  He tensed up and seemed to shrinking down. All Blaine felt was the sudden need to protect this boy. It was obvious that Kurt had gone through something bad the neck brace was proof enough. Blaine had withdrew his hand and looked at the bald mad in a baseball cap who came walking in holding two big boxes.

“Hey Kiddo, where do you want these,” the man noticed Blain standing there, “Oh, hello, I’m Burt, Kurt’s father.”

Burt set down the boxes and shook Blaine’s hand.  “You must be Kurt’s roommate, Blade?”

“Blaine, Sir.” Blaine responded in his usual dapper way. “None of that sir crap, it makes me sound old, call me Burt.” 

Blaine watched Kurt and decided he was going to make it his mission to help this new kid, anyway he could. 

Burt cleared his throat to get his attention, “There are a few more boxes down there, Kurt, I will go get them. “Here, I’ll help you.” Blaine followed Burt out to go get the rest of Kurt’s things, leaving Kurt alone.

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Kurt heard his father and roommate leave. He was finally alone.  He sat on his bed, notebook in hand and stared at the floor.  His whole life had changed since IT happened. It was so unfair, why did so many bad things have to happen in his life, first his mother dying when he was only 8, then his father having an heart attack, not to mention the constant bullying he face, and now this! His life sucks. Why couldn’t he have succeeded in his attempt to kill himself? Hell he even sucked at that.  He was worthless; Kurt didn’t see how anyone could have cared enough to stop him. If Finn hadn’t found him in the boy’s locker room and had gone home like Kurt told him to he wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t have to go through day to day knowing how useless and filthy he was.  But no, apparently fate wasn’t done screwing with his life. Finn had found him, hanging there and blood dripping from his wrists.  If only he had shown up a few minutes later, Kurt wouldn’t have to suffer in this God-awful world.  A world where people like him, gays, were ridiculed and degraded all because they weren’t ‘normal’ and Lima seemed to be the heart of it.  Kurt heard the footsteps and voices of his father and Blaine coming up the stairs. Kurt just opened his notebook and wrote one word, “Thank-you” ready to show it to them. 

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After Burt had left, promising that Kurt could text him at any time, Kurt and Blaine were left alone. It was around 6:30 and Blaine was helping Kurt unpack, the silence just settling in the air. Blaine didn’t press Kurt to talk; he knew that when Kurt was ready, he would.

“So, Kurt, do you want to go to the dining hall, it’s time for dinner and we want to get there before all the good stuff is taken,” Blaine joked slightly “Plus, I think Jeff and Nick are down there right now, you can meet them.” Kurt just nodded and grabbed his notebook and key following Blaine to the dining room.  As they walked into the dining room Kurt felt his heart rate increase and his breath become harsher. Blaine looked at Kurt and raised his hand to touch Kurt’s arm when the boy jerked away quickly looking terrified. “Kurt, it is okay, you’re safe here. No one is going to hurt you, take some deep breaths.” Blaine knew all the signs of a panic attack; he used to get them a lot after his attack. He needed to calm Kurt down, but without touching him.  Kurt’s breathing started to slow and become normal again while Blaine talked and tried to usher Kurt into an area with less traffic.  “See, there you go. It is fine; we can talk all the time in the world. Jeff and Nick are probably talking gushy stuff anyway, and trust me; you do not want to see that.”  Kurt looked at Blaine, there was so much understanding and caring in his heavenly eyes.  Blaine just got it. He did try to push Kurt to do anything.  It was nice.  Kurt took a deep breath and nodded his head to Blaine to let him know he was ready and they walked into the dining room once again heading to get their food and join Blaine’s friends.