Kurt Hummel had never been more terrified in his life, with the exception of coming out to his father last spring. It was the Friday before the start of school and he was sitting in the Headmaster's office of Dalton Academy for Young Gentlemen. Oddly enough the Headmaster at the time was a kind and gentle woman by the name of Renee.

"Ok, here is your student handbook, map, list of classes and roommate information sheets. Your dorm room is on the third floor on the east wing of the school, room 301 to be exact. The other four have settled in already, your official roommate wont arrive until later on this afternoon so you'll have this time to choose a bed and side of the room. If you have any questions at anytime feel free to knock on mine or my secretary's door." She handed over the packet of information and smiled at Kurt and his father.

The two Hummel's shook her hand and walked out of her office. "Well kiddo, I guess this is it, isn't it?" Burt tried to hold in the tears for his son but was unable to do so. "Dammit, I told my self to hold it in until I was in the car." Burt wiped furiously at his eyes.

Kurt took a ragged breath and then launched himself into his father's arms, no matter how much his father irritated him at times, he was going to miss him. "I'm going to miss you dad." He did little to stop the tears now.

Father and son embraced in the hallway in front of the main office, neither caring if other students could see them being emotional. "Shh, there there, it's only goodbye for a little while. I'll see you at Thanksgiving. All right, I'm going to let you go unpack your room; I'll call you later tonight ok?" Burt looked at his son as he pulled a handkerchief from nowhere to wipe his nose and eyes.

"Ok, give Carole my best." Kurt took some deep breaths to get his breathing under control.

"Will do, should I have Finn check in on you later on?" Kurt shot him an irritated look and Burt sighed.

"No, I'm two months older and FAR more mature than him. Hence my choosing to come here over staying at Hell High AND living with one Noah Puckerman." Kurt paused for a moment. "But thank you for the thought. Bye, dad."

"Bye son." And with that Burt walked away from his son, he barely made it out of the front doors until his tears started again. Kurt stood in the entryway for a few more moments before turning the packet over in his hand and sliding the key to his dorm out of the packet.

The school was laid out so that the main building was in the center of the dorms. The dorms themselves were giant mansions with covered walkways connecting to the main part of the campus. The freshmen were housed in the North Wing, Sophomores in the West Wing, Juniors in the East Wing and seniors took up residence in the biggest house on campus, the South Wing. It took him a few moments, but thankfully he finally found the east wing. As Kurt walked down the covered walkway to the East Wing he noticed that not many people were out and about on campus, which surprised him seeing as how it was move in day, but he really didn't question it. He finally arrived at a polished oak door that read "East Wing Dormitory; Home of Daltons Junior Class". He turned the polished brass knob and nearly passed out.

He found himself in the foyer of the nicest room he had ever seen. There were countless pieces of art that were mounted on the walls, sitting on end tables beside thick, plush couches. There in the middle of it all was a massive polished oak spiral staircase. To the left was a door that led to the kitchen, to the right was a door that led to what appeared to be a sitting room. Kurt decided that while he was down here the might as well take a small tour. He went to the left and found himself in a massive kitchen of sorts; it was wall-to-wall white marble counter tops, and white wooden cabinets. There were at least three refrigerators, but no stovetops, which he found to be odd, but he figured that this must be for snacking. He backed out of the kitchen and took a right at the staircase and found him self in a massive sitting room. Between the couches, chaises, and recliners he counted room for more than twenty people. There were two giant TV's on the wall, both were currently off.

"One of the nice things about Dalton I suppose." A quiet voice said behind him.

Kurt jumped and spun around. His heart was hammering in his chest. "Wha.....what do you mean?"

"In most cases there aren't more than twenty or so people in the graduating classes here at Dalton. I'm Jeff by the way." He held out a hand.

Kurt took it and shook it earnestly "Kurt, Kurt Hummel."

"Nice to meet you Kurt Hummel, I'm going to take a stab and say that you are in room, lets say 301?" Jeff raised a perfectly shaped blonde eyebrow.

"Yes, are you my roommate?"

"Alas no, but I am one of your suitemates. Along with my boyfriend Nick Duval, Wes Nyugen and David Thomas."

"I see, and who, pray tell is my actual roommate?" Kurt was beyond curious now.

"I'm actually not at the liberty to tell you. No offense, but he likes to keep his family life private. You're like his fifth roommate since freshman year. And since you seem like a nice person I'd thought I'd give you that little tidbit. Now, shall I show you were you will be living for the next year?"

"Uh, sure." And with that Kurt followed Jeff out of the sitting and back out into the massive foyer.

"So I take it you found the kitchen?" Jeff started climbing the massive staircase, but stopped to see if Kurt was following.

"Yes, I was actually wondering as to why there weren't any stoves or anything."

"About a year ago some freshmen were making 'experiment' cookies and nearly burnt down the freshmen dorm, so the Headmistress decided that all kitchens on campus, excluding the teachers dorms, had to be stoveless. Ahh, here we are. Dorm sweet dorm"

****An hour later****

Jeff sat in the middle of Kurt's bed flipping through a magazine while Kurt unpacked, and arranged his side of the room. "Why is your magazine in another language." Kurt looked at the cover and smiled.

"That would be because it's in French, French Vogue comes out before the English one does."

"Wait...you can speak French?"

"Yes, and some Italian. Do you speak any languages?"

"No, I'm taking an intro to French Studies this year, which is usually when most Dalton students start taking foreign languages."

"I think I'm in your class, with Mdme. Renee?"

"Yea! Sweet! I'll know somebody! Nick decided to be dumb and take Spanish."

"Great, well if you don't mind I think I'm going to stretch out and take a nap for a while." Kurt looked sympathetically at Jeff.

"Oh no, that's fine, I suppose you have had a taxing day, I remember my drop off day freshman year. Thankfully I had Nick. Anyways, if you need anything I'm right across the room." Jeff gave him a wink and walked out the door shutting it behind him.

Kurt stood in the middle of the room and looked around. His side was fully decorated, while his roommate's side was totally blank. Kurt grabbed his bathroom stuff and went to put it away. He noticed that while the vanity held two sinks it only had one commode and a single shower. 'Well, can't have everything I suppose.' He picked his side of the vanity and started putting away his bathroom things. Once that was done he grabbed a while towel and washcloth so that he could wash his face before lying down. After washing his face and combing out his hair she walked out of the bathroom and over to the dresser on his side of the room. He dug out his favorite pair of loose white pants and oversized white t-shirt, he slipped them on and crawled to the middle of the bed and grabbed a pillow and curled into the sighing at the feel of the cool satin sheets. 'Maybe I can learn to like this place.' It wasn't too much later that he fell into a comfortable sleep.

An hour later he was awoken by something crashing outside the door of his room, followed by a gruff male voice. "Who the hell locked the door?!" Kurt scurried off the bed and over to the door. He flipped the lock and pulled open the door spewing apologies.

"I'm so sorry I was....." he stopped breathing for a few moments. He was face to face with the most gorgeous looking man/boy/whatever he was. "I'm sorry, I was napping. I guess I had locked the door on accident." The boy was tan, but not burnt leather looking, with a mop of curls that needed to be tamed. He wore a Dalton t-shirt and jeans that were tight, but not Kurt tight. "My names Kurt by the way." He held out his hand.

The stranger stared for a moment, then took the hand and shook it with some strength. "Blaine, it's fine, just not used to being the last roommate to move in. Family crisis, but nonetheless, here I am." Blaine walked into the room and stopped for a moment "Ahh, I see you took the right side."

"Yes, is that ok? If it's not, I can totally move everything over to the other side." Kurt stood in the doorway and looked at Blaine.

Blaine turned around smiled a genuine smile, "No, it's fine. I've always taken the left side. So this is perfect. Would you mind helping me bring my suitcases in?" Kurt looked over his shoulder and saw that there were only two remaining suitcases.

"Uh, sure." He grabbed them and then toed the door shut. The rest of the evening was spent getting to know each other. The whole evening Kurt felt like he should know who Blaine was, he looked familiar, and his last sounded uber familiar to him, but he couldn't think as to why.

****

Later when he went down to the kitchen area for a glass of warm milk he spotted Jeff and had to ask if he knew anything about his new roommate. "Hey Jeff, what are you down here for?"

Jeff pulled out a bottle of amber colored liquid, "Nick and I like to indulge a tad before bed." He cracked a smile and filled two tumblers with the liquid. "Relax Hummel, it's just apple juice. What brings you down here this late?" Jeff raised a blonde eyebrow at him.

Kurt in turn pulled out a milk jug and glass tumbler. He poured a decent amount into the tumbler before putting the milk back into the fridge and popped the tumbler into the microwave "Warm milk, whenever I'm feeling anxious or stressed a warm glass of milk helps me fall asleep faster. Hey, do know anything about Blaine? Like family life and stuff?"

Jeff opened his mouth and then snapped it shut again. He took a moment before answering. "Yes, why?"

Kurt pulled his glass from the microwave and set it on the counter so that he could find a napkin to set it on. "No particular reason, he just looks really familiar and I can't figure out as to why."

Jeff sighed, "Look Kurt, I like you, you seem like a great person. But here's the thing, Blaine's a really private person when it comes to his home life. Almost everyone in his family has some serious connections in various things. That's all I'm going to say. He doesn't like to brag about it. His family is the reason as to why he's had so many different roommates the past two years. So just lie low, and when/if you do figure it out don't freak out ok?" Jeff grabbed the apple juices and walked out of the kitchen without looking to see if Kurt was behind him or not.

Kurt bit his lip and inwardly sighed. 'Great Hummel, one day in and you've already pissed someone off' "Hey Jeff!" Kurt grabbed his milk and dashed out of the kitchen. The blonde boy had stopped on the steps and was smiling warmly.

"Yes Kurt?"

"Sorry for prying, wasn't trying to step on anyone's toes. I just wanted to figure it out."

"It's cool, you didn't know, now you do. Know, if you'll excuse me I need to get these upstairs before Nick freaks out. Night Kurt." Jeff picked up his pace and walked up the two flights of stairs leaving Kurt standing there on the middle of the staircase.

"Night." Kurt climbed the stairs slowly, when he reached the third floor landing he made his way down the hall towards 301, why it was at the end of the hall made no sense to him. He opened the door once he got to it and saw that a figure was lounging on the couch reading a paperback book by the soft lamp light.

Just as Kurt was about to enter his room the figure spoke up. "Good evening Hummel." Kurt spun around and stared at the couch. The person closed the book and sat up extending a hand "Names Wes, how are you doing this evening?"

Kurt shook it delicately; he hadn't met this roommate yet. Actually the only ones he had met were Blaine and Jeff. He still hadn't met Thad or Nick, even though Nick was currently sipping apple juice behind one of those closed doors. "I'm good. But, it's only been a few hours. I can give you a better response in a couple of days. Anyways, it was nice to meet you, but I'm exhausted and ready to pass out."

"Not a problem, I'll let you enjoy your milk. Tell Blaine I said hi by the way." With that Wes slid back down and picked up his book and continued to read. Kurt stared for a moment then turned and opened the door to his room.

Blaine was sitting up on his bed reading a book. He had apparently taken a shower, seeing as how his hair was now damp and free of gel. He was lounging on his bed in a white form fitting tank top and black boxer briefs. Kurt had to remind himself that it was impolite to stare.

He cleared his throat and walked into the room closing the door behind him. "What book, are you...." 'look up at his face Hummel, not his crotch' Kurt could feel the blood rushing to his face. "Um, reading?"

Blaine looked up at Kurt, then down at the dust jacket on the book and smiled. "Well, I'd have to say, Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban." He smiled a cheeky smile.

Kurt felt like a complete moron. "Oh, yea I can see that now, it was just dimly lit on your side and I have bad eyesight, and I'm just gonna stop talking now." Kurt walked over to his desk and sat down with his milk and drank it while staring at the wall and trying to not die of sheer embarrassment.

Blaine chuckled and closed his book. "Kurt, there's no need to be embarrassed. It is somewhat dim in here. I'm going to also guess that this is the first time you've roomed with someone of the same sex?"

Kurt turned around and was met with Blaine staring at him with a curious expression. "Why...why would you ask that?"

"You were staring at my crotch for like two minutes when you walked in."

'Busted Hummel, might as well come clean now and sound less creepy.' "Yes, technically you are the first guy I've ever lived with. I sorta roomed with my stepbrother last spring for like two months, but that didn't turn out so well in the end, but that's a story for another time. And I'm sorry for staring." Kurt looked at anything that wasn't Blaine, or his general area.

"It's fine, well, I'm heading to bed. Stay up as late as you wish, just keep the noise to a minimum. That's all I ask. Night Kurt."

"Night Blaine. And no worries. I'm heading to bed myself." Kurt switched off the lamp on his desk. Kurt walked over to his bead peeled back his covers and slipped in between the cool sheets and flipped off his beside light. He picked up his phone and sent his dad a quick message.

'Night dad, the roommates I've met are great. Love you.' He felt a lone tear slip down his face as he hit send. He looked at the time and decided to send a quick message to his best friend Mercedes.

'Hey EM! I'm all settled in and met the roomies, well. Most of them anyways. I'm going to miss you like crazy. We need to have a shopping day! And soon! Let me know how the first day back at Hell High goes. Love you boo.' He turned his phone on silent and snuggled down into his bed. He had just one thought nagging at the back of his head. 'Who is this mysterious Blaine Anderson.' He didn't put much more thought into seeing as to how he passed out.

****

The following few days found Kurt figuring out the demographic of Dalton. It's ups and downs. The biggest upside that Kurt found was that there were no bullies, or pointless lectures spent repeating everything that he had previously learned the year before. And the food was decent to say the least. The downside? Itchy uniforms, and a constant barrage of homework and reading from his teachers. But he was getting used to it.

When he wasn't reading historic speeches, or trying to figure out complicated calculus problems, he was trying to unravel the mystery behind his roommate. He had no photos of his family whatsoever. He was just about to give up until he figured it one week after meeting Blaine.

He had just finished the latest book by his favorite author. He was reading the back of the book where the author gives her thanks and a sentence caught his eye 'I would like to thank my two wonderful sons, who beg for me not to let them be a part of my books. I love them both, and my wonderful husband Eric Anderson.' Kurt paused and sat up on the couch. He slammed the book and got off the couch and ran into his room and went to his laptop. A quick Google search was all he needed for all the pieces to click into the place. His author had been using a surname all her life. Her real name was Leah Anderson. Her husband was Eric Anderson the famous actor. Her eldest son was Cooper Anderson, rising actor following in his fathers shoes. And her youngest? None other than Blaine Anderson, mild mannered Dalton boy with a family he wants to keep family life a secret. It all made sense.

He heard someone open the door to their room. "Oh, hey Kurt what are you looking at?"

Kurt closed the lid on his laptop and turned around to look at Blaine. "I know who you are now."

Blaine gulped audibly and stared straight at Kurt, who repeated. "I know who you are now."