Kurt followed behind the curly haired boy at a much more subdued pace. He looked around the hallway again, trying to drink in as much as he could since he didn't have anything in his arms to distract him with. He noticed a few paintings lining the walls and made a mental note to stop and study them later, without the bouncy prefect in tow.

"So, as you may have guessed, our dorm building is the closest to the actual school, which is very lucky for you. They tend to stick transfer students in the back." Blaine slowed his pace so he could walk beside the boy. He glanced down and watched as long graceful legs moved fluently across the floor, only to look up again when the body moved a little away from him, those blue eyes watching him closely.

Kurt just nodded again. Knowing the luck that seemed to grace his life, he was more than likely closer to the school so he would be able to run into the safety of his room to avoid being thrown in a dumpster, or something worse. His eyes met hazel again and his stomach flutter a bit, which was a bit shocking. He had remembered the very same flutter had passed through him when he used to stare at Finn. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, blaming it on not eating dinner before leaving the house.

Blaine smiled at Kurt, trying to make him feel more at ease around him. He tried to remember how awkward he had felt around all the new faces and sights of Dalton, but to be honest it was hard to remember his freshman year at all. Wes and David pretty much made it a blur, which he was starting to regret at the moment.

"I'm one of three prefects in this building, along with Wesley Montgomery and David Thompson, who I'm sure you'll meet soon." he began, looking ahead of him as they began to descend the stairs. "If you ever need anything, or if any of the other boys around here give you trouble, just come to me," he paused for a second, "or one of the other two, but most of the time they are a little busier than I am." He continued quickly, not exactly lying. Wes and David had a bit more on their plate than he did with Warbler business.

Kurt just nodded at him and walked down the stairs carefully, not seeing the need to correct him by saying he had already met the other two prefects.

"Since you transferred on a weekend, I'll show you the main building on Monday." Blaine stated, leading Kurt across the entrance hall, his polished shoes clicking on the floor. "This is one of the rec rooms that we have." He said while walking in, expecting Kurt to follow.

Kurt stopped just inside the door, gripping the frame with his right hand. He looked around the room slowly, noticing a flat screen television on the back wall, and a few couches and chairs that were scattered around the room. Desks were pushed against the left wall, and he could see a projector and a laptop propped on top of a rolling cart in the right corner . For a rec room, it was strangely devoid of life.

Blaine watched Kurt from the center of the room, noticing that the small, long fingered hand held the door frame so tight that his knuckles turned white. He gave him a few seconds to take everything in, noticing the slight confusion etched in the pale face.

"It's not the most used room. The other two are a bit bigger and have more stuff. We use this one as a group study most of the time since this is the only doorway in the entrance hall with an actual door to close to keep out some of the noise." he explained, walking out of the room and past Kurt, accidentally brushing shoulders with him. He was surprised to see the boy tense, and remain rooted to the spot.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, looking at him closely. He slowly reached up and placed his hands on the boy's frail shoulders. "Hey, it's alright, I know its tough being new, but it's okay to relax a bit. No one is going to attack you around the corner." he paused for a moment. "Well, there might be a blonde that'll try, but I really don't think he can help it. He gets over-excited." he said, trying to hide the irritated tone from his voice.

Kurt clenched his teeth as he felt the large warm hands on his shoulders. Why did Blaine feel the need to touch him? He had to use every ounce of his will power to keep himself from shaking and nodded, wanting to desperately shrug the hands off . He made a mental note to keep a look out for the mentioned blond menace. Great. See, his luck never did anything nice for him. Finally the hands on him moved and he felt himself relax a little at the loss of contact.

Blaine watched Kurt closely. Panic seemed to swirl rapidly in his blue-grey eyes. What the boy had to panic about was confusing to Blaine, since nothing was going on around them to cause such a look. He brushed it off as nerves before leading him towards another door stemming off the entrance hall.

To say Kurt was relieved when they finally began to move again was an understatement. Being able to feel the blood in his once locked legs was a great experience, and the trembling in his hands was slowly dissipating so he could focus on the next room Blaine led him into.

A game room, another rec room, and a room that seemed to store the boys' winter jackets and different shoes were shown to Kurt, before they walked into the kitchen. This time, Kurt actually left the door frame to look around. He noticed all the appliances were stainless steel and looked as if they had hardly been touched. The counters were made from a dark granite and the floor was lined with large white tiles that made Kurt's nose scrunch up slightly. At least the walls were a light blue, and not the sterile white that he hated.

"Most of us don't know how to cook, so we barely use it. Sometimes, if we're lucky, Jeff or Andrew will make us pancakes or other sweet things." he said, hopping up on the counter. He gripped the bottom of the counter he was sitting on when he noticed Kurt's little nose wrinkling slightly. Was there anything this boy did that didn't make him have to physically restrain himself from touching?

"Since you are a junior you have access to it whenever you want it, but if you don't clean up after yourself I have to ban you from it." he warned, watching Kurt's head bob again.

Now that he thought about it, the boy had only said three words to him in the hour and a half they had been together. Well, he would just have to fix that. "Kurt, what school did you transfer from?" He asked, his brows furrowing when the boy seemed to hesitate.

"McKinley…" Kurt muttered eventually, turning away from him to study the island that was in the middle of the room. Why did Blaine want to know? Kurt took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It wasn't like Karofsky and Blaine knew each other. After all, Dalton was two hours away from Lima. There was no way this prefect would want revenge on Kurt for his dad putting the football player behind bars.

Blaine slipped off the counter top and walked around to the other side of the island, trying to catch Kurt's eyes. He held back a sigh when Kurt looked anywhere but at him, feeling himself suddenly becoming very jealous of a toaster that seemed to have gotten Kurt's attention.

"Since its so late, I'll show you the grounds tomorrow." Blaine hoped his face didn't betray that he was just prolonging the tour to spend more time with the taller boy. "I'll show you the last rec room, where I'm sure the others are all crowded." he said offhandedly as he walked out of the kitchen, hearing Kurt's soft footsteps follow behind him. Maybe Kurt was just tired from the move and that's why he wasn't talking or interacting as much? Blaine decided that was the case as he led the way across the hall, walking into the largest room they had come across as of yet.

Kurt followed, his head down once again. He wasn't sure if he was up to meeting all the people Blaine had mentioned. Surely they wouldn't want to meet someone like him? His stomach started to churn uneasily as the thought dawned on him that all of this was probably a big joke they were playing on him. Showing him around so they could get him relaxed and unguarded, only to have someone attack him in the end, when he was least expecting it. It didn't surprise him, it wasn't like it hadn't happened before.

He braced himself outside the door and lifted his head before walking in a little bit, only to hear a chorus of 'Blaine!' called throughout the room. He looked around quickly, looking for a head of blond like the person Blaine had mentioned earlier. He took a step back, seeing quite a few heads that matched the description. How was he supposed to know which one he was supposed to watch out for? Did he have to watch all the blonds closely?

Kurt clenched his shaking hands into tight fists at his sides, trying to will them to stay still once more. Everyone was staring at him by now, and he was starting to feel like the poor animals that were stuck behind the iron bars at the zoo. One part of his brain quickly pointed out that at least they weren't throwing peanuts at him or shrieking for him to do a dance.

Blaine looked over his shoulder as the room quieted down a bit and smiled seeing Kurt frozen in the entry way. The boy was too cute for words, being so nervous and shy. He didn't notice the clenched hands and strained posture, like some of the other Warblers and students did.

"Kurt! Come in! I'm sure everyone would like to get to know you." he called out casually, sending Kurt a bright, excited smile.

Kurt licked his lips quickly before jutting his chin out slightly. If he ran now he would never forgive himself. He had promised his dad that he would at least try to get along with the students, not that he hadn't tried at McKinley, but still.

He forced his long legs to walk him a bit further into the room, sitting in one of the unoccupied chairs closest to the door. Crossing his legs slowly and interlocking his fingers upon his knees, he watched the other boys with a guarded expression.