It's been two weeks since the Karofsky incident and the bullying is getting progressively worse. I would try talking to my parents, but they are too busy to listen or do anything about it.  I have decided standing up for myself only makes matters worse, so I've quit. Glee club is the only time I really feel safe.

            I reach my locker at the end of the day, ready to go sing, and find a note inside, that read Meet me behind the bleachers, 3:10. – DK

            Checking the time, I see that I only have about five minutes to get out there. I consider not going, but decide it would be worse to stand Karofsky up than to go. I close my locker and head towards the field.

            Once I get there, I look around, making sure there isn't an ambush or something. But I don't see anything suspicious.

            “You came.”

Karofsky walks up, giving me a threatening glare. This is the look he usually gives when he's about to punch me. Great.

Feeling a strange amount of courage, I respond “What do you want Karofsky? I don't have time for this.”

“Yeah, I know, you need to get back to homo explosion. But, I just wanted to get a message across to you.”

I stare at him, waiting for the supposed message.

“I don't like you waving your gay in my face. I don't like your glee club. So I'd really like it to stop.”

What the heck? This is the stupidest thing. “You know what Dave, I don't really care what you want. You've been nothing but awful to me, so why should I care?”

“Because. If you don't, I might have to kill you.”

“Excuse me?” My head is exploding with thoughts, and I feel overwhelmed.

“I said, if you don't stop being so you, I might just have to kill you. But don't ” With that he send me on last jeer and walks away.

I sit down, unable to make any thoughts that are logical. I don't know how long I sit there, but eventually I get up and head towards my car and drive home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The first thing I want to do when I get home is call Kurt. But I'm not sure what to say and I really don't want him to worry about me, so I don't.

I lay on my bed for a while, thinking about solutions. I'm pretty sure Karfosky was just bluffing and trying to scare me, but I really can't see myself going back to that school. At least it's a Friday, so I have all weekend to figure something out.

The first option I have is to ignore that it ever happened and just keep going with my life. But the bullying has gotten so bad, I really just don't want to go to McKinley. I need somewhere new.

Maybe I could be homeschooled. That way I'm the only one around, so no one to bully me. But who would teach me? My parents are both bust lawyers and don't have time to talk to me now, let alone give me schooling. So that's not an option either.

The one idea that keeps nagging at me is Dalton Academy. They have a zero tolerance policy, a glee club, high-level classes, Kurt…. It would be a dream come true. And right now, it seems like the only thing that can help me.

            I pull p the Dalton homepage on my laptop and print off some informational sheets. Maybe if I prove to my mom this I better for my education and will look better on college applications she will let me transfer. I consider texting Kurt, but if it doesn't work I don't want to get his hopes up.

            Over the past two weeks, he has grown to be my very best friend. The other glee club members seem to be happy for me, knowing that I have found another friend who accepts me. Last weekend, Kurt even met Mercedes and Rachel, and he four of us had a movie night. Just as I suspected, the three of them got along very well. They have been texting him all week, and are planning to go out shopping soon.

I hear my mom come in, and I gather all my papers together, ready to show her.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Well, this does look like a promising school Blaine, but why change now? Can't you just wait till next year?”

So far my mom has been very open and positive, but she has a point.

“Mom, I didn't want to worry you guys, but the bullying has ben really bad for a while now.” She scowls.

“Because you're gay?” I sigh. My parents aren't the biggest fans of me being gay. They don't judge me for it, but they think life would just be easier if I was straight.

“Yeah, that's part of it, but it's just being smart and being in glee in general. If you aren't a football star, it's kinda hard to be accepted at McKinley.”

            “I see. Well, I need to ask your father, but you seem to be confident in this choice, and it seems legitimate to me. I'll see what I can do.”

            ‘Thanks mom! This means a lot to me,” I say, giving her a hug.

~~~~~

            Sunday afternoon, I'm in the car with my boxes of clothes, favorite items, and necessary things, headed to Westerville. My mom pulled some strings and got my transfer completed in record time, and tonight I'm moving into the dorms. We decided that since it's about an hour drive, I would board here, and come home when I can. My parents aren't home much anyways so it doesn't matter too much.

            I'm very excited to be going to Dalton, and although I'm sad to be leaving my friends in New Directions, I'm mostly happy to be getting away from the bullying and going somewhere where I will be accepted. And will (Hopefully) have an easier time making friends! I already have one, so that's a start!

            Speaking of him, I haven't told Kurt I'm transferring yet.  I want to surprise him tomorrow or maybe tonight. I hop he won't be upset, but I thought it might be fun.

            We've finally arrived at the school and my mom and I carry my boxes inside. We meet with the Dean, who shows me around and gives me all the important information I'll need. It's a lot to take in, but I'm not worried, because I'll have Kurt to help me.  

            Finally, we get to go up to the dorms. I put the boxes down on my bed and look around. The room consists of two beds, a big closet, a TV in one corner, and a large bathroom in the other. I have a roommate, but he is most likely at dinner right now.

            I turn to my mom and give her a hug. She holds on to me for a while, before letting go. Although we don't talk as much as I would like, we do have a very good relationship.

            “Promise me you'll call after classes tomorrow? And let me know how everything is?” I nod and promise to call every day even.

            We say goodbye, and I start unpacking.

~~~~~~~

            “Hey man! You're my new roomie?” A blonde boy comes in energetically. He seems friendly, which is good.

            “Yeah, seems like it. I'm Blaine.” I say, holding out my hand.

            ‘'Awesome! I'm Jeff.” He says, and shakes my hand enthusiastically.

            “Cool. So, I just finished unpacking, and um, well, if I put something in a wrong place, just let me know.” I'm a little nervous, because he is my roommate, and I really want Jeff to like me.

            “I'm sure wherever you put stuff is fine” he responds with a smile. I feel more relaxed, because he is obviously going to be great.

            “So, have you had dinner yet? Because I haven't, I was actually just at an emergency Warblers meeting, Wes got some crazy idea, but beside the point! Want to grab something to eat?”

            “Sure, that sounds great.”

~~~~~~~

            Once we have both gotten food, Jeff directs me towards a table. There are two boys already sitting there, who are introduced to me as Nick and Trent. They are both very friendly and treat me like they treat each other.

            “So,” I ask, “How can I join the Warblers?” I am definitely interested in joining the group, because I love singing and I was in glee club before. For the past five minutes, the three of them have been going on about it, and with what I've also heard from Kurt, I definitely want to be a part of the group.

            “Ok, well, we will have to ask Wes when you can get an audition, and sectionals are only in a few weeks so he may be a bit worried, but I'm sure it's fine!” Jeff replies.

            “Ok cool! Glee club was my favorite part of my old school, so I'm really excited” I share.

            We start discussing which of the Harry Potter movies is better, when Nick stands up and waves someone over.

            Jeff leans over and tells me, “This is Jeff's roommate coming over. He's also in the Warblers, an his name is Kurt.”

            Kurt. I'd almost forgotten!

            I look up and see him laughing at something Trent has said and he obviously hasn't seen me yet.

            “Hey Kurt!” Jeff calls, “Meet my new roomie! His name is Blaine.”

            Kurt glances my way, and his eyes grow wide. “Blaine? Blaine!” He starts smiling.

            “Um yeah, that's what I said. Blaine!” Jeff replies.

            “Hey Kurt, surprise? I'm going to Dalton now,” I say.

            “Really? That's amazing! Why didn't you tell me though? Well, we can talk later! Let me see your schedule!” The others stare at us a little confused, and as Kurt looks over my schedule, I explain how Kurt and I have been friends for a few weeks now, and Nick gives Jeff a sneaky glance.

            “What?” I say defensively, because there is obviously something going on I don't know about.

            “Oh nothing, just you are the mysterious friend Kurt is always talking about! We've been wondering what the elusive boy was like, and now we know.” Nick answers.

            I look toward Kurt, and he starts blushing. “Ok, they have been sure that you were my boyfriend because we text for much, but don't worry, I told them we are just really good friends! And now you are here, which is awesome! So no more texting,” he laughs. The others do too, so I join in. I'm a little sad Kurt is so ashamed of me being his boyfriend, but he probably just means in a general sense or something.

            “Well, it looks like we have three classes together! English, science, and history. And then if you join the Warblers for your special class, we'll have that for half an hour everyday too!”

            “Sounds good, do I have classes with any of you other guys?”

            After looking at my schedule, it turns out I have Spanish with Trent, math and history with Jeff, and a couple other classes with Nick. I'm glad to already have four friends to sit with tomorrow.

            “Well, this has been fun, but we better all get to bed. We do have classes tomorrow,” Nick states, and we all agree. It turns out that Nick and Kurt's room is only a couple doors down from Jeff and I's, and I have been invited already to join them in there weekly Thursday movie night. It feels so nice to fit in and have people accept me.

            It came out while we were hanging gout that I'm gay, and everyone was cool with it. They didn't even dwell on it at all, which is a major change from McKinley.

            ~~~~~

            After showering and changing into sweats and a tee, I grab a book and get in bed. I see that Jeff is also reading, and I'm really glad to have him as a roommate. We seem to be getting along really well, and he's really fun. I'm really glad the other boys are nice too.

            I must have zoned off, because Jeff calls my name a few times, before I realize he's talking to me. “Sorry, what?”

            “I was going to ask if I could turn off the light, but you looked deep in thought? Anything you'd like to share?”

            “Oh, it's nothing big, I was just thinking about how happy I am to be here. And make friends with all you guys of course!”

            “Gee thanks,” he says, laughing. “I'm glad to have you as a roommate too, my last one was iffy. I had to spend most of my time in Kurt and Nick's room.”

            “Thanks. Sorry if I space off, there's just been a lot on my mind, so I have gotten use to overthinking I guess,”

            “It's fine! But I'll probably always just assume you're thinking about Kurt every time.” He says with a smirk.

            “Wait, um, what?” I say, and I feel my cheeks heating up.

            “It's kinda obvious. You liking Kurt I mean. Every time he says your name your face lights up. And you really value his opinion. But it's cool bro!”

            I don't know what to say, so I decide to just be honest. “Well, yeah. I kinda like him. Ever since we met really. He's just really amazing. But we're just friends, so I mean, it's fine. I'm happy wit just that. Please don't tell him? I don't want him to be upset.”

            “No, I won't! But he wouldn't be upset. Nick has been complaining because all Kurt ever talks about any more is you, Blaine. Even more than Vogue. So, don't stress over it! I personally think it's adorable. Nick and I have already started thinking up a couple name for you two….” He trails off making kissy faces at me.

            “Good grief!” I throw my pillow at him, because this is ridiculous!

            “Can I at least tell Nick? He practically knows everything else about you.”

            “Yeah, that's fine, but only him! And make sure he knows not to tell Kurt.”

            “Alright! Night Blaine. See you in the morning!”

            “Night, Jeff.” I say back, and fall asleep smiling.