Chapter 2- Hell's Perks

''105...106...107...10...109? Wait the fuck?" Kurt mumbled as he looked down at his paper and then back to the room numbers. Trying so hard to find his room, just wanting to put all his crap away and just take a nap, a long, long nap. Yet he couldn't find his room, so how was this going to work.

He groaned again before walking back to 105, seeing if he past it, going back twice he couldn't find it again.

"Okay, you have got to be shitting me" he breathed and rubbed his hand on his face, this was so not his day, it hasn't been good at all. He was about to go downstairs and yell at the woman with fake blonde hair and even faker long nails when he heard footsteps and a cough.

"Need help?" a voice asked as Kurt turned around; eyes still hard and his face as well as he took in the boys frame. Brown hair brown eyes and tanned skin, he was short and not as bad assed as many of the men here. Now looking at his eyes though the boy looked almost hurt to look at Kurt, almost even annoyed that he was in his presence.

Kurt shook it off as he laughed a bit, looking at his paper again "Well I, um," he stuttered out, biting his lower lip. "I can't find my room. I've been looking for about an hour." he said as he shook his head.

The boy walked over to Kurt and took a glance, a smile grew on his lips but yet the smile was almost fake. "That's my room" he said looking to Kurt "I'm Nick" he introduced as he held out his hand "You must be Connor?" he asked as Kurt shook his head, laughing a bit "Kurt" he said as he took the hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you" he said with a fake smile as Nick nodded "Likewise."

After that though there was a sort of awkward tension in the air, something that made Kurt feel uneasy about to stop this though he simply coughed and looked to Nick.

"Um, well, can you show me our room?" he asked as he showed him the bag behind him and the book bag on his back "I kind of have a lot on my plate right now" he said and laughed a bit, holding the stuff up.

Nick looked at the bags and nodded "Oh, wow. Okay." he said as he nodded, taking his bags and nodding. "Come with me." he said as Kurt looked to him and shook his head, holding the bags

"No, no I got it." he grunted and held them close to his chest, he sighed softly as Nick just bit his lip. Nodding and looking down, he knew Kurt's type. Not wanting anyone to see what he was in side, not wanting anyone to see how hurt he was from his entire cold bad ass look.

"Here let me just open the door when we get there." he said as they walked down the hall around the corner. "Here sorry 108 was actually put in later because they forgot about it believe it or not" Nick said and laughed a bit, smiling softly and shaking his head,

Kurt sighed as he rolled his eyes, looking at the number and the door "Well I wish someone would have told me that information" he mumbled as he sighed, Nick nodded along with him, "I know it took me forever to find it" he said sighing

"Blaine actually had to help me" he said with a small love smile. Kurt looked at Nick and rolled his eyes, seeing the dopey look to him

"Boyfriend?" he asked, "Fuck buddy, maybe?" he said with no shame, walking into the room and looking around, seeing two beds two dressers, a TV and a bathroom on the other side of the room

"Not too bad" Kurt mumbled, seeing that the bed closer to the door was Nicks, happy that he got the one next to the window.

He loved at home just staring out his window, all his thoughts out on the table. He placed his bag down and then looked to Nick who was blushing hard, shaking his head "No, no, no, actually he is just my best friend" he said as Kurt grunted "Uh huh".

Nick bit his lip "Besides, he already likes someone." he shrugged, looking up at Kurt who was busy opening his bags; he looked away when Kurt looked to him. Kurt rolled his eyes before nodding

"I get that" he breathed before sitting on the bed, taking out his ripped jeans, jean as well as leather jackets and his many t-shirts, he ran his hands over the fabric of the shirts, did he really want this? He actually really did miss his beautiful scarves, soft sweaters, adorable hats. He knew he couldn't go back to them; he wouldn't, not after what happened to him. Not after what David did to him that day. He felt his stomach turn as he shook his head, placing some clothes in the dressers and closet; humming a bit as he did.

Nick smiled at him, hearing his voice "You sing?" Nick ask as Kurt continued to hum, nodding a bit and shrugging "A little." he grunted, knowing himself that he loved it more than anything, anything in the world actually.

Nick smiled brightly at him "You should join the warblers!" he said as Kurt looked to him biting his lip

"Warblers?" he asked as Nick laughed a bit and shook his head "right you're new" he breathed "Warblers are like the rock stars here....competition group like a um...a..."

"Glee club?" Kurt suggested as Nick nodded "Yeah that" he said as Kurt bit his lip and looked down, he missed Glee so much, his friends just singing, was it a good idea to go back to all that? Would he get hurt as much as he did before?

"I'll think about it" he mumbled and shook his head.

Nick sighed "you really should...the warblers are like...rock stars" he enthused, making Kurt laugh.

"Rock stars eh?" he asked.

Nick smiled "Especially Blaine," he breathed out rather dreamily. "He's our leader"

"Here we go with Blaine again" Kurt said and laughed shaking his head as Nick blushed "he's amazing" he breathed "So I've heard" Kurt said with a smirk.

Nick shook his head then looked to the clock biting his lip "Shit, I got about ten minutes to get to the next meeting. See you tonight." he said with a friendly smile. ''Let me know if you need help!" Nick breathed as Kurt nodded "Will do" he said, not looking to the door and hearing it shut.

When he knew the door was closed and he was alone, He quickly went to grab something out of his bag, inside was a black box, a small one very dull very non exciting, but it was his best friend. Kurt sighed as he ran his fingers across its lid before opening. Picking up the cool metal and holding it in his hands, twirling it a bit before sighing softly "Hello old, friend" he whispered and put it back, placing the boxes under his bed, he would need them for later. He took a deep breath as he walked into the bathroom and got everything ready, shampoos soaps and all before coming back out, placing skin creams on the dresser before he grabbed his uniform he looked at and grunted in discus. He really hated them, he sighed as he shook his head, placing it down and starting it on, when he got it finally on he looked at himself and sighed, he didn't look that bad or as bad as he thought. He sighed once more and headed for the door, well, if he was going to be here a year didn't he need to know the place.

Blaine hadn't been able to get the boy with the sparkling blue eyes out of his mind all day. Wherever he went, he was constantly thinking about the way the boy had stared back even just for a moment before they had gone their separate ways. The way they had shared almost a silent moment together; He truly felt almost touched just by the brief glance of a complete stranger. He needed to get this guy out of his head; it seriously wasn't good.

The short boy had never really felt anything like that before towards anyone. He was always stone cold and flat out heartless to anyone but his friends and now some stranger waltzed into his life and all but had him just from a glance. He felt almost pathetic that someone that didn't even know his name made his stomach feel weird in a good way.

Brushing the feeling off, Blaine moved quickly towards the Senior Commons where the Warblers practised their songs and dances for the show choir competitions that they chose over having to attend a music class taught by a teacher who didn't want to be there just as much as they did.

Blaine really didn't find the Warblers all that bad, when he actually thought about it. It was basically just going and hanging out while singing a capella karaoke for an hour or two without the booze that usually came with karaoke at parties. It still sucked that he had to go to at least one music based class or club in order to get the fuck out of the damn school.

When he got to the commons, Blaine immediately noticed there was something up. Something wasn't the same as it had been the last time he had stepped into the room for a Warbler's practise and he couldn't put a finger on it for the life of him until he went to sit down in his usual spot on the most comfortable couch in all of Dalton and was met with the gorgeous eyes of Kurt Hummel.

Blaine didn't know what to think of this boy coming in and joining the Warblers. He was conflicted about this boy as he had no idea what his story was, where he came from, and if he could beat the shit out of Blaine. While the latter didn't seem very possible, in all of his years in Dalton Academy Reform School for boys, he had learned to never underestimate the seemingly weak, as they turned out to be the darkest of people.

Despite all of that though, Blaine was almost...what was that feeling? Was it excitement? He felt almost excited like he was when Wes had managed to score tickets to see Katy Perry two years ago. He assumed that he was excited because it felt the same only in a lesser degree. So, Blaine was possibly and debatably excited to have a new face in their choir room/senior commons.

Blaine smiled politely as he could manage which turned out to be more of an almost pained grimace than a smile and he cursed himself for that. These days he found all he could do was smirk and frown. It seriously did not come in handy when he was attempting -and failing- to be polite.

These thoughts brought Blaine to another thought as he moved to sit on another couch, allowing the new kid to have his seat. Why was he acting like this? He had not only attempted to be polite which was an extremely rare if not virtually non-existent thing for him, but he was also allowing some new guy to have his seat just because they glanced at each other briefly earlier in the day? Something was seriously wrong with him at this point, and he needed to figure out what. After a few moments of staring off into space as he thought, he snapped back into reality at the sound of a gavel pounding onto its pedestal. There had always been that down fall of the Warblers too, and that was that Wes was absolutely in love with his damn gavel. There was a brief moment that he was extremely thankful for the annoying pounding noise of the gavel on the wood and that was when he caught Kurt Hummel staring right at him in a way that wasn't in disgust nor distaste. He smirked at the boy and winked at him, loving every single second that the blush graced Kurt's porcelain skin and not looking away until he had returned to his natural color. Yep, Blaine was really going to like the next couple practices with this new member.