"Blaine did you get the stuff?" Wes asked as he sat down next to his friend, David on his other side and Trent next to David. Blaine chuckled and rolled his eyes, biting a piece off from his apple and chewing it slow. Eyes trained on Wes as he crunched. Nick, Thad, and Hunter all looking at the badass and wondering what he was going to say, or even do. Blaine's eyes never leaving his friends as he swallowed going in for another bite.

"Well?" Wes asked almost a bit too eager.

"I might," Blaine said with a smirk, "What's in it for me?" He asked as Wes chewed his lip.

"Two weeks use of the box?" He asked as Blaine hummed, eyes squinted as he thought about the offer. "Make it three and I will give in." He breathed as Wes sighed and nodded.

"Fine, fine." He said as Blaine laughed. "Great! Then here yeah go kid." He said, tossing the brown bag on the table.

"YES!" Wes yelled as he grabbed the bag. "God, I love you!" He said as he pulled out a pint of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream and a spoon.

Blaine chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Hey, if it gets me some time playing Black Ops I'm in." He said and smirked.

Everyone else laughing at the boys as Hunter groaned. "Dammit Blaine that's what your 'stuff' is?" He asked using air quotes.

"Yeah Blaine...last week it was meth the other was vodka now it's just ice cream?" Trent asked, appalled at their leader.

Wes looked up from the carton with wide eyes. "Hey ,hey," He said, "This Ben and Jerry's....." He muffled with a mouth full, pointing to the pint "...is the shit so good, cookie dough even! Don't diss it!" He said as Nick chuckled, biting his lip and looking over to his best friend. Seeing that their hands were so close and their bodies were too.

"Oh no? Is Blainers finally getting a soft spot?" He asked and pushed his arm playfully, trying not to blush at his obvious crush.

Blaine laughed again. "Me? Nice? Please, as if! I am getting Xbox time from this!" He snapped as they all chuckled. Nick blushed again and giggled, ducking his head and eating his sandwich. There was a silence at the table for a moment until Wes spoke up.

"Hey guys..." He said as he smirked "Did you all see the new kid?" He asked with a wider grin. The others looked puzzled and sat up more in their seat. They lived for this shit, Blaine just simply picked at his nails not amused as usual. Wes smiled. "Word is that he put a man in the hospital." He said as Blaine snorted. "Big deal." he said. "Jonathan killed a man for stealing his waffles." He said as the table murmured in agreement.

"I don't know Blainers...this one is different. He is...fragile but has a look to him like the don't mess with me type... oh but also you might like him...very beautiful and screams virgin."

Blaine's eyes went from his thumb right to Wes, smirking at his words, two of his favorite words even, its been awhile since Blaine has met a virgin let alone in a shit hole like this.

"What does he look like? Maybe I have seen him" Hunter asked as Wes laughed a bit.

"You would know if you saw him especially if you are gayer than the fourth of July like Blaine and Nick here" he said as the boys at the table blushed, Blaine and Nick including yet Nicks face looked very tomato at the time.

"Yet seriously...he has blue eyes, very blue maybe even green silver? I don't even know...very tanned skin what's that word um oh yeah porcelain" he said with a smile. Taking another spoon full of the ice cream, "Oh chocolate brown hair and really pink lips" he said and smile. Everyone pretty much tuned out at that moment with the exception of Blaine.

"Mmmm maybe I need to give him the proper Dalton greeting." He said with a laugh from the others at the table. He swiftly got up from the lunch table and headed towards the main hallway. "Very beautiful and screams virgin huh?" Blaine murmured to himself. "I'm just the guy to change that." He smirked as he looked to the men.

"Where are you going Anderson?" David asked as Blaine smirked.

"I need to go back to my dorm... I need a drag." He said as Nick got up as well. "I'll come with you." He said as Blaine rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he huffed. "Fine, c'mon." They walked down the hall in silence for a moment.

"So, are you honestly going to go and um...smoke?" Nick asked once they were away from the others, wanting to start a conversation yet smoking was the only thing coming in his minds smooth Nick...real smooth.

Blaine shrugged as he looked to his best friend and smiled, Nick swore he could melt by just his look, which he did every day anyways. "You know me...full of exciting new things. Who knows what I will do" he said and patted Nicks shoulder.

Nick feeling the lightning in the touches like always. Blaine started to slowly hum to his favorite song as he looked around the halls as they approached the headmaster's office.

The office was surrounded entirely by windows so anyone who walked by could easily see inside. Blaine usually had to pass this way to get to his room anyways. It was always nice to see who was the fresh meat or who was getting the shit slashed their way. Blaine almost called that place his home since he was sent there a lot. Usually once or twice a week, which is why he has yet to leave Dalton or will be any time soon. Both boys started walked by one of the windows and looked inside, usually seeing a tough big and ugly man sitting in the chair but as soon as Blaine's eyes skimmed inside, he immediately caught sight of a certain porcelain skinned blue eyed boy.

"Wow... if that's the boy Wes was talking about he was right. That guy is really is beautiful..." Blaine said aloud.

Nick clenched his jaw and looked up at Blaine down to their fingers so close to almost touching before looking to the boy, a foul look on his face, one might call jealously.

"Blaine he is not your type." Nick muttered as he huffed, shaking his head and grunting even a bit. Blaine rolled his eyes at his friend.

"Please" he scoffed as he then looked back at the boy again," He's gorgeous." He breathed, looking back to the angel.

Blaine decided to try and get the boys attention by dropping his signature smirk for all of two seconds as they continued to stare at each other Blaine even thought for a bit he say the boy blush. When he regained his composure Blaine smirked once more and gave a quick wink in the boy's direction. .

"Damn.." Blaine whispered to himself. Biting his lip and smiling, he shook his head as he laughed

"Someone likes you" Nick muttered as Blaine nodded.

"Oh I know he does" he said as he patted Nick on the shoulder. "C'mon...let's get going" he breathed as he locked eyes with the boy again. He swore he saw the boy giggle and that made Blaine smile even bigger. He knew this boy was going to be his...he had to be.

The walk to Blaine's dorm was a bit of a blur from seeing the most perfect person ever in the world. When they finally got to the dorm Nick snapped in his face "Blaine? Hello? Hey, Earth to Blaine" he said, getting annoyed with how easily Blaine was falling for this boy.

Blaine shook his head and smirked "Sorry there Nicky" he cooed as he laughed to himself "Jesus" he breathed "I am never like this" he said as Nick grunted shaking his head.

When Blaine finally turned the lock and opened the door he took a deep breath, smiling at the room around him. Having his own room with the beds pushed together. It was mostly neat except for the empty beer can on the counter and a pack of cigarettes on the dresser that he picked up. Smiling at Nick then taking one out, handing one to Nick as he took it with a thank you. Sitting on the bed with Blaine and waiting to light his. He finally got it lit as he sighed softly and closed his eyes, letting the cigarette tip as he took a long drag, looking at Blaine after, and then humming softly

"So, are you coming to the warbler meeting tomorrow?" Nick asked already knowing the answer. Blaine laughed and nodded, thinking yes it was very cute that Nick just wanted to talk to him. Yet also knowing that he shouldn't be doing this, knowing he needed to tell Nick that it couldn't work out with them, yet what's the harm in minor flirting huh? After all Nick was his best friend, he was always there for Blaine, was that from just liking him, he didn't know, just knowing someone was there was the nicest feeling in the world as of now. He nodded though and smiled "I sure am" he said and smirked "and I know that I want prince cutie there too" he said as Nick rolled his eyes

"Prince cutie?" he asked "Blaine are you kidding me right now?" Blaine shrugged

"He was cute, sexy, fuckable, but cute." he stated with a small smile as Nick rolled his eyes again, he always found himself doing this when he was with Blaine

"How are you going to talk to him?" he asked and laid back on the bed. Blaine did as well and hummed, twirling the cigarette through his fingers and shook his head before shrugging "Whatever I need to do I will do it" he said "I know for sure that prince cutie will be in my bed by the end of the month" he licked his lips slightly at the thought and smirked cockily as Nick pushed him and got up

"You're crazy" he said and laughed ''Anyways I am getting a new roommate , kind of want to meet him" he notified the other boy as he smiled at his crush "Don't miss me too much" he only half way teased as Blaine laughed

"Wouldn't dream of it"

Nick sighed, closing the door and leaving Blaine in his thoughts. He continued to twirl the cigarette in his fingers. He would have that boy in his arms, it was his mission and his want, and when Blaine wanted something. Blaine always got what he was looking for.

Kurt Hummel was no extraordinary person. He was just a teenage boy who had put up with a lot of shit in his school years. Ever since he was little, Kurt had been different from everyone else, and he never knew if it was a good different or a bad different. For example, he always got to play with the girls in his class and therefore got to do and talk about things that he absolutely loved. On the downside, all of the other little boys wouldn't play with him when he wanted to play with his power rangers or talk to them about playing soccer in the backyard with his dad because let's be honest, the girls never wanted to hear or do that stuff.

As they all got older and things got more complicated as everyone started to find who they were, Kurt Hummel officially came out and instantly felt like he was alone in the world. If he thought none of the guys wanted to talk to him or hang out with him before, most of them avoided him like the plague after. He received so much hate on a daily basis that it got to the point of him having some extremely dark thoughts all throughout Junior High. Kurt received daily beatings and dumpster dives, sometimes it even went as far as them locking Kurt into a locker and leaving him there for hours on end until someone finally came looking for him. The fact was nobody cared and he was completely alone.

You can probably imagine that when high school rolled around, Kurt had no interest in making friends and turning his school career around completely. He knew his place in the world and that was the outcasted gay kid who sat alone in all of his classes and was destined to die alone.

With this attitude, Kurt went from his usual fashionable self to combat boots and leather jackets. He often sported a leather jacket, a t-shirt of some sort, a pair of dark wash jeans, and his combat boots along with his pierced ear and the small ball he had on his tongue.

The first year at McKinley had gone pretty good; everyone feared Kurt and nobody bothered to fuck around with him. It all seemed way too good to last, and this theory was proved correct in junior year when David Karofsky took a liking to Kurt.

Kurt didn't really feel safe anymore around school with Karofsky lingering. He could constantly feel the pair of eyes on him, watching his every move and seeming to absolutely hate him with every fiber of his disgusting being. Kurt knew that there was something dangerous about this guy, and he found out pretty quickly what it was. It was after P.E. and Kurt was just hanging around, waiting for Noah Puckerman so they could go have a few cigarettes under the bleachers when they were done changing. Puck had got caught for having them on him though, so coach made him do an extra ten laps, leaving Kurt completely alone in the locker room. He got his phone out and started playing some free game, naturally, as he waited for his friend to finish up so they could leave.

Some little sensor in the back of David Karofsky's sick mind must have gone off though, telling him that Kurt was alone and would remain so for the next little while as the boy burst through the door and started taunting Kurt, calling him foul names and asking him where his butt-buddies were.

Things were getting to a boiling point, and that's when something must have snapped in Karofsky's mind. Something sick happened that day, and it seriously changed Kurt for the worst.

So now, here he was; his first day at Dalton Reform School for Fucked Up Teenagers and he couldn't be more miserable. Here, he was in with a bunch of other delinquents, most in for far worse than he had done. He was nothing here. He couldn't even hide behind his tough looking exterior as in Dalton, they had uniforms that Kurt already hated with an absolute passion. They made it seem much too like a prep school and Kurt was no preppy.

As he waited outside the office for his things like dorm assignments and his stupid, ugly uniform, he could feel a pair of eyes gaping at him, and he couldn't help but be reminded of the burning eyes of David Karofsky.

He tried his very best to ignore those eyes, until the need to turn around became way too much and he needed to look at whoever was there. When he did, he was met with a golden pair of eyes that seemed much too comforting for the hard looking boy they belonged to. They were tired too, and he could clearly see the hardness around the edges. He often wondered if that's what his eyes looked like to a stranger. Tired and hard around the edges, revealing who he was inside and out.

Despite the observations, Kurt found himself blushing for the first time in probably years. It was such an innocent thing for him to be doing with such a rough past and the longer the eyes lingered on him, the harder he felt himself blushing and the more he felt himself growing to like the flutter in his stomach.

He finally let his eyes pull away to look at the woman handing him his books. With a smile and a thank you Kurt picked up his stuff, looking to the boy once more before giggling, actually giggling, which was strange for a boy like him. He sighed as he shook his head, the boy was probably an ass, yet something about him almost felt like home...comfort. Pushing those thoughts out of his mind he walked up the steps .

"Dalton Academy" he breathed "1 day down...364 to go"