"Blaine, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" the man scolded, signing a few more papers in the process. "I swear, all that gel must be getting to that curly head of yours." Albaxter said, picking up a stack of papers and shuffling them around as he cleared his throat.

Blaine sent his uncle a pout before sitting up straight. "Well, it's not as if you let me call you Maxwell." he said, wiggling his brows whenever the man outright glared at him.

"Anderson, do I have to strip you of your prefect status to get some respect out of you?" Albaxter snapped, sighing in frustration. Teenagers! They would be the death of him.

Blaine ignored the empty threat before leaning back in his chair. "You wanted to see me before I went to see Kurt, right?" he asked as Albaxter stood and walked across the office to dig out a file from the cabinet.

"Yes, and for a good reason, so pay attention," Albaxter said, walking back to his desk, sitting in his chair and leaning back. "There was a reason I asked you to show him around, instead of Wesley or David." he explained, opening the file he had pulled out moments ago and ignoring the small laugh from Blaine when he had used Wesley's full name instead of the short nickname everyone else called him. "His situation was a little like your own for his transfer," he said, looking Blaine fully in the face now. "Do you remember your first few weeks here after everything that had happened to you?"

Blaine was a little surprised, but kept his mouth shut as he thought. He had been scared and felt lost, but Wes and David had helped him around. "Yes, I remember." he stated, wondering how bad Kurt's situation had become.

"You need to be careful, Blaine." Albaxter warned quietly, causing the teen to look at him with raised brows. "He's very nervous and skittish around people, which isn't unexpected after his...experience."

"How bad was it?" Blaine asked softly, idly playing with the cuff to his blazer. He knew how bad it could get. The taunts...the bullies. He held back a shiver at the memories from almost four years ago.

"You know I can't discuss that with you, it isn't my place to tell you. Also, it's against the law for me to share information from his file." Albaxter said, shaking his head slightly. "I've only told you this much because you need to be able to make him feel at home. It's your job as a prefect, Blaine."

"Yes, Sir." Blaine said, sitting up straight again. Maybe he would have a chance to help someone, like Wes and David had helped him before. He had helped other students of course, but he had never met someone who had the same problems as he had.

"If you don't think you are up to this, Blaine, I can get Wesley to step in for you." Albaxter said, trying to read the expressions filtering across the teen's face.

Blaine blinked coming out of his silent musing before smiling brightly. "That won't be necessary. I'm sure I can handle it." he said before standing. "If that's all?" he asked, turning around at the headmasters nod. He walked across the office, his hand on the doorknob, when he was stopped.

"Blaine, be careful." Albaxter said, another meaning behind the normally warm, green eyes. Blaine simply grinned again, not thinking too much into it.

"Uncle Max, you underestimate me!" he called out, before practically running out of the office to avoid another remark about his curls. He couldn't help that the only thing that kept them half-way tamed was half a bottle of gel in the morning.

Blaine hummed softly as he walked across the side walk to his dorm building. It was odd that Kurt would be placed in a senior's dorm room, especially when they had open junior rooms available. Perhaps his family had paid a bit extra to get him in a room? Blaine knew other students had done it before. He mentally shrugged it off and pulled his key-card from his back pocket before pushing it into the slot. He walked through the buzzing doors and waved to a few of the boys that were scattered in different rooms and wandering about the entrance hall, his shoes making a soft click as he walked across the tiles.

Surprisingly, not one of his closer friends stopped him on his way up the stairs and down the hallway. He was beginning to think that maybe some kind of miracle was taking place, until he heard a large screech and was promptly mowed over by a blond blur.

"Ohmygosh, Blaine!" Jeff rushed out in one breath as he continued to sit on top of Blaine's chest. Blaine just grunted in response, trying to get his bearings again.

"Did you seem him yet, Blaine, huh?" he chattered quickly, practically buzzing with excitement.

"Well, maybe if you stopped using me as a beanbag chair, and let me go do my job, I would." he bit out, breathless, since the blond refused to move off of him.

Jeff just sent him a pout, his brown eyes filled with mischief. "Its not my fault you're so short that I get you confused with a moving target sometimes." he said innocently, hopping off the older prefect.

Blaine sighed and pushed himself off the floor, silently thanking whoever decided to carpet the halls instead of leaving it as tile. He brushed his pants and jacket off, trying to remove the invisible lint, before looking at Jeff. "Where's your better half anyways?" He asked, looking past him and down the hall. Jeff mocked a shocked look.

"Blaine, that's just an awful thing to say! You know, if Nick heard such lies coming from you, what would he think?"

"I would think he had some common sense left, that's what." Nick chirped behind Blaine, throwing an arm around the prefect's shoulder. Jeff just crossed his arms and stuck his lower lip out.

Blaine rolled his eyes, gently pushing his friend off of him before straightening his jacket once more, causing Jeff's nose to wrinkle.

"Remind me why you're still wearing that when it's been two hours since classes were dismissed?" Jeff asked, Nick nodding along.

Blaine sighed. "Because unlike some people, I have an image for this school to uphold for new students."

Jeff and Nick just snorted.

"Suuure." Nick drawled before walking to Jeff and wrapping his arm around the blond's waist, pulling him to his side. Jeff propped his chin atop of Nicks head, watching Blaine smooth invisible lines from his pants.

"Just don't jump him in the doorway." Nick stated bluntly, causing Blaine to look up quickly.

"What?" he snapped, getting a bit put off from the two's antics. Jeff just giggled quietly before shaking his head.

"You'll see." Nick said, winking and pulling Jeff along with him down the hallway and toward the stairs.

Blaine stood there for a moment before huffing. "Stop giving him sugar, Nick! He'll tear down the walls!" he called out, before turning on his heel and walking down the hallway, thinking of how to get back at blonds who sought to use him as their personal landing mat. Still thinking of recipes for blond stew, he knocked on the wooden door he stopped at sharply.

Blaine straightened his tie and patted his gelled hair to make sure a curl wasn't out of place. Albaxter had warned Blaine that the boy was shy and very quiet, and that he needed to be calm and collected. What he didn't tell Blaine was how beautiful the boy would be when he opened the door. He didn't feel the need to say how blue-grey,wait, glasz eyes would make your heart flutter, or how pale porcelain skin would be able to cause your breathing to falter. Also he didn't even think to mention that the boy's soft red lips would seem to lower your speaking ability to a toddler's stutter.

"Hi." was the brainless reply he could give the beautiful boy in front of him, who seemed to be regarding him cautiously.

Kurt stared straight into bright hazel eyes when he opened the door. It seemed like the world had slammed to a stop while his heart hammered on at a thousand miles a second as they looked at one another. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch the other to make sure the boy wasn't a figment of his overactive imagination.

He stepped behind the door shyly, drinking in the rest of him. Lightly tanned skin with dark curls. A few inches shorter than Kurt himself and slightly bushy eyebrows that rested above the hazel eyes he found himself staring into once again.

Why hadn't the boy said something already? Did he do something to make him angry? Was this some kind of joke the rest of the students played on the new ones? He bit his bottom lip nervously, wanting to slam the door and hide under the covers.

"Hi."

Kurt blinked, surprised the boy said something, though he was still staring at him with those bright eyes. Kurt supposed he was real after all. Imagined people couldn't talk, right? He nodded his head to the boy, still watching him closely.

"My...My name is Blaine Anderson. I'm the prefect that will be showing you around today." the boy said, smiling brightly at him, a few of his white teeth showing through his lips. Anderson...why did that name sound so familiar?

He seemed breathless as he spoke, as if he had been running to get here. Maybe he had since it was getting late? Kurt mentally nodded, accepting that observation. He started to get nervous again, not knowing what to say, or what to do, until the boy spoke again.

"Kurt Hummel, right?" Blaine asked, his voice seemed to be under control now, and his breathing was evening out.

Kurt just nodded again. He could do the single nod answers perfectly. If he was lucky the hazel eyed boy would just stick with them, but of course, his luck never came to his rescue.

"How have you liked Dalton so far?" Blaine asked, smiling that bright smile again. Kurt noticed it did strange things to his heart, but he decided to blame it on the slight panic attack that he was having. He took a deep breath before answering.

"It's...beautiful here." he decided to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He quickly looked down, waiting for the scathing remark about his high pitched voice, or for the boy to stomp in the other direction when he realized he was talking to a freak.

Blaine watched the beautiful boy for a moment, frowning when he didn't meet his eyes. He wanted desperately to see those unique eyes again. He had barely heard the boy speak up, but grinned when he commented.

"Yeah, it is. It's funny though how it can stay that way with all these guys running around like maniacs. I guess the janitors get a bit more pocket money for their troubles."

Kurt looked back up, a bit surprised by the normal remark. No teasing and taunting? He looked back to Blaine's face again, looking for any sign that he was just playing him on, but surprisingly he didn't see anything that looked like revulsion or mirth.

A small smile tugged at his lips without him knowing it and he nodded, stepping outside and closing his door, the automatic lock clicking behind him.

Blaine felt like he melted and turned into a puddle of goo from the small smile that graced Kurt's lips. He would love to see what a bigger smile would look like on the boy, but he didn't have time to seep into the floorboards because Kurt was ready to go.