"Blaine, man, you can't do this to me!" a sophomore whined as Blaine shoved porn DVDs into a large plastic garbage bag. Next went the magazines that were sticking out from under his mattress.

"Tony, you know you can't have these, it's against the rules." Blaine stated, trying to keep his patience with the younger boy. It was the third time this month he had to remove the same type of material from the room. The boy moaned and sat down on the edge of his bed with a huff.

"Why did David let you do this, anyway?" the brunette asked dejectedly, crossing his arms over his chest. "He always lets me keep them if I hide them well enough." Tony muttered under his breath when Blaine had turned away, looking through the rest of the mess on his desk.

"He what?" Blaine asked, turning around and looking at the boy through narrowed eyes, hoping he hadn't heard what he thought he did. He didn't put it past David to let the boys bend some of the rules, but surely letting them keep things like this wasn't his style. The younger boy stiffened and looked away, toeing the ground nervously.

"Nothing." Tony grumbled, relaxing when Blaine turned from him again, going through his desk drawers. "I don't have anything else." he said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Why should I believe you when I've found stuff like this three times before?" Blaine asked, making a face as he looked at the cover of the magazine he was currently holding before stuffing it in the garbage bag with the others. Tony grumbled an answer that Blaine ignored. He looked through a few more spots around the room, checking his room-mate's side before looking at Tony again.

"I really don't want to give you another mark, so I'll let this slide this time," Blaine said, throwing the garbage bag over his shoulder, "but if I'm the one doing room inspections again, you might want to ask David help you find a better hiding spot." Blaine scoffed, Tony having the decency to blush.

"Why are you even doing an inspection on the weekend when half of us are gone, and isn't it David's turn this week?" Tony asked, still annoyed his things had been taken away, again.

"It shouldn't matter what day of the week I do it, or who does it." Blaine replied as he headed toward the door. "You need to clean this place up." he called out before leaving the room and pulling the door shut behind him. He smiled slightly when he heard the loud groan coming from the other side of the wood and walked off, heading for the storage room to stow away the confiscated items he had picked up.

Lucky for him, both David and Wes had left to see their girlfriends for the day, so he didn't have to explain anything to them. He knew some of the students would go running to them with the 'unfairness' of it all, and he made a mental note to remember to ask David about rules slipping. The real reason sounded pathetic even to him. Kurt hadn't come out of his room all morning, though Nick and Jeff had told him the countertenor seemed fine when Jeff had apologized earlier. So the surprise inspection was only to get into the room to check on the boy.

He reached the storage room and put the bag into a trunk in the back of the room where it joined the rest of the confiscated items. There wasn't much, but that was mainly due to the fact they had only been in school for two months. He was sure the trunk would need to be emptied before the start of the second term.

He walked out after locking the padlock and headed up the stairs to the Senior Hall. He had already been to every other room in the building that had students staying for the weekend, and had saved Kurt's room for last so he wouldn't have to worry about getting the others finished.

Blaine was still worried about Kurt's reaction last night and the fact that he still hadn't shown his face. The more he thought back on the reaction, the more confusing it became. He had been bullied at his old school and had gotten knocked around more than he cared to admit, but he had never reacted like that before.

Was there something else going on? Did his parents abuse him like Nick's had in the past? How bad had these bullies been to Kurt? Why did they bully him? Was it because he was gay? Or did Kurt do something else to cause it? All these questions swirled around his head as he walked to Kurt's door, his feet on autopilot as he contemplated. He blinked when he saw the golden plaque with the person's name he was currently thinking about.

Kurt hummed along to the Wicked soundtrack coming from his iHome speakers as he stroked his pencil against the smooth paper in his sketch book. A breeze flitted through the open window making him sigh happily as the fresh air caressed his face. He was glad he had taken the twenty minutes to fight with the stubborn lock, even if it did end up bruising his arm in the process. He had been scared at first that it wouldn't open and that the school had bolted it shut from the outside.

His mother had once told him that when you opened a window, you opened your soul to the outside world. She said when the wind wrapped around you it blew away all the dark things that resided in you, but only if you believed it could. He remembered asking her if it was magic and she had smiled, saying it was but not everyone could do it since it was special. He hadn't understood at the time since he was only five, so he had asked the first thing that had popped into his head.

"Mommy, if you have magic, why can't it fix you?"

That was the first time he had ever seen her cry.

This was the closest he could get to her now, and he liked to think that maybe each time he opened a window she was the wind that wrapped around him, sending away all of the darkness that tainted his soul. He knew he would always have some things that would never leave, and he would have the heavy feeling of something weighing him down for the rest of his life that even the wind couldn't carry away. He frowned and stopped sketching, suddenly wishing he was home where he could open the drawers on his mother's dresser and smell her familiar perfume that had spilled and soaked the wood.

The song on his iHome changed, which brought Kurt out of his thoughts and back to his sketch. He shouldn't be thinking about her, it only hurt when he did. The wind whipped past him again, tousling his hair, which agitated him a since he had spent a good part of the morning trying to get used to the new hairspray he had bought.

A sudden knock on his door caused him to jump in surprise. He frowned and looked at the little clock on his desk before standing. It was only two-thirty in the afternoon. Jeff and Nick had said that they would be by around six. He walked across the room and turned the handle, pulling the door open.

The breath was knocked out of him when warm hazel eyes stared back at him. Blaine? What was he doing here? A dust of pink settled against his cheeks when he remembered the yelling he had done to the prefect the night before. He looked back to Blaine's face, noticing the bright smile that he was sending his way.

"Hey, Kurt." Blaine said, surprised that the mere sight of the countertenor still made him breathless. Everything from the pale skin to the styled hair made his heart beat a little faster in his chest. "Are you alright, you know, from last night?" he asked quietly.

Kurt nodded mutely, looking to the floor as he felt Blaine's eyes roam over his face. What was he supposed to say in his defense? He looked back up when Blaine began to speak, getting trapped in the prefect's gaze.

"Jeff said he apologized this morning." Blaine stated, bringing his hands forward and folding them in front of him. "If he didn't, I could still give him a mark for detention..?" Blaine asked, hoping that wasn't the case. Jeff was one of his best friends, but if he hadn't really apologized to Kurt, he would have to do something to show Kurt people didn't get away with the bad things they did at Dalton.

Kurt's eyes widened a bit at the thought of the bouncy blond sitting in a dark room, all alone with nothing but a teacher sneering at him from their desk. He straightened up and quickly defended Jeff.

"He did apologize. He made me breakfast." Kurt whispered, looking at Blaine with pleading glasz eyes.

Blaine felt his heart stop when those eyes turned on him with so much emotion pooled inside. He nodded since it was the only thing he could manage. He managed to break away and looked over Kurt's shoulder so he could concentrate again.

"Good. I'm glad I don't have to give him a detention, then." he stated, licking his lips. "Since that's taken care of, I actually have a job to do." he said smiling at Kurt when he gave him a confused expression. "Because I'm a prefect, I have to do weekly dorm inspections, so if you would allow me to come in?" he asked hopefully.

Kurt's eyes widened a bit, but he nodded and stepped to the side to let the other walk through. His room was clean, except for the few dishes on the breakfast tray sitting on his desk. He hadn't brought them down to the kitchen yet to wash and put them away. He closed the door behind Blaine and leaned against it, his hand on the handle in case the prefect tried anything. He didn't think he would, Blaine seemed like a nice guy, but his judgment had been wrong before and he didn't want to leave anything to chance.

Blaine looked around the room, his face lighting up when he saw the Wicked and Rent posters next to each other on a wall. So Kurt liked musicals too? Could this boy get anymore perfect?

"Have you seen Rent in person before?" Blaine questioned, turning around to find the junior, giving him a confused look when he saw Kurt leaning against the door on the other side of the room as if he was ready to bolt. He looked anxious and hesitant as he nodded back, like he was scared his answer was going to make Blaine angry.

Kurt was surprised when Blaine commented on his poster and shook his head in response to Blaine's question. He had never met another boy who liked musicals like he did before. Sometimes he could get Finn to sit down with him to watch one, but the football player was usually out twenty minutes later. Was this a trick? Was Blaine going to mock him because he liked them, or was he really only asking a simple question?

"It's amazing though, you should." Blaine said, looking around at the other posters and things tacked to the wall. A few drawings caught his eye, making him stop and look at all the little details the artist had added. "Where did you buy these?" he asked, pointing to a few paintings that rested on a wall above the bed. The woman looked so happy and full of life that he had to smile along with her. Her blond hair flew in every direction and the sun lit up her face as she walked through a field of wild flowers. The artist who had painted these certainly had an eye for detail and as he waited for an answer he began to realize that all of the other paintings and drawings that covered the walls seemed to have the same amount of attention and style. Had Kurt bought out an art gallery? It wouldn't of surprised him, some of the other students had expensive paintings bought from galleries hanging on their walls as well.

Kurt eyes widened a little when Blaine asked where he had bought his paintings. The prefect thought he had…paid for them? He stood in silence, trying to come up with something to tell the older prefect when he heard a sharp intake of breath from the other male. He arched a brow noticing that Blaine had stopped in front of his desk.

Blaine was surprised to see the front of Dalton staring back at him from a sketch book. The detailing made the sketch more interesting than the real image and he looked back at Kurt, something clicking in his head.

"You drew all these?" he asked, gesturing around the room with his hand, his jaw dropping when the countertenor gave a little nod. He rubbed the back of his neck before looking back at the paintings. "And the paintings, you did them as well?" he questioned in a shocked voice. The boy only nodded again, a look of confusion etched on his pale face. "Kurt, these…these are amazing!" he said through a forced breath.

Kurt felt his cheeks heat up at the praise and shook his head stubbornly. They weren't amazing, they were just things he drew to keep busy. No one had ever seen his paintings before, besides his father, but he hardly looked at them because most of them were portraits of his mother. It was too hard for the man to see her smiling face everywhere, and it had been one of the reasons he had given him the basement room in their old house. He didn't have to look at them if Kurt kept them down there.

Blaine watched as the boy shook his head, conflicting emotions flitting across his face. He looked back to the painting of the woman he had been looking at earlier. How could Kurt disagree when he had so much talent? He looked a little closer and noticed familiar glasz colored eyes staring back at him. He glanced back to Kurt who was still leaning against the door. "Is she related to you?" Blaine asked, pointing to the woman.

Kurt looked up at the painting Blaine was pointing at and nodded his head. He continued when Blaine sent a curious expression. "My mother," he said simply, looking down to the floor again, wiggling his toes as the prefect made a sound from the back of his throat.

"She's beautiful, Kurt." Blaine said as he realized just how much the boy had inherited from her. Fair skin, blue eyes, the same nose and bone structure as well. "How did you get her to stay still?" he asked.

Kurt didn't answer him. The painting had been painted from a memory, so he didn't have to make her stand still. He pushed off from the door and crossed his arms over his chest as he walked up to stand behind the prefect. "Are you still inspecting?" he asked quietly, wanting the prefect to leave before he made him feel more awkward than he already was.

Blaine was pulled out of his musings at Kurt's soft voice. "Almost." he said, looking at Kurt's face since he was closer than he had been the day before. How could one person be so beautiful? He looked into the countertenor's eyes and felt his stomach drop. Something was wrong. They seemed so scared, so closed off. He broke contact quickly, not wanting to get sucked in again. For the first time he found himself really worried about the boy. He had never seen someone so helpless before, not even Nick.

Kurt didn't like this, not one bit. Why was he staring at him like that, was there something on his face? He thought he had made sure all the ketchup was washed off earlier. Maybe it was his hair? He held back from reaching up and messing with it as Blaine walked over to his desk again.

"Do you mind if I look?" Blaine asked, turning around with Kurt's sketch book in his hands. He took a step back when what met him was a blank stare. "Kurt?"

"Can I look?" Karofsky asked as he pulled the sketch book from Kurt's hands.

Kurt gasped softly, reaching up to snatch it back, when he felt two pairs of hands grab on to his arms and lift him roughly off his feet. "Don't!" Kurt pleaded, legs kicking in the air as the rest of the football team laughed.

"What the fuck is this, Hummel?" Karofsky asked, tearing out a page and showing the sketch to everyone.

Kurt felt his cheeks heat when he realized it was one of his fashion sketches that Karofsky was showing everyone. He bit his bottom lip as it was passed around, everyone showing a disgusted look as they looked over it.

"What the hell? There's more!" Karofsky shouted when he had flipped through a few pages, tearing more out and dropping them to the floor. "I knew you were gay Hummel, but I didn't know you were this bad." He said, shaking his head as he stepped on the pile of papers, the mud from his shoes staining the crisp white.

Kurt watched sadly as all his hard work went to waste. He had spent hours on designing those. He closed his eyes as he heard more paper ripping from his sketch book and knew the small thud of something hitting the floor was the heavy cover that was attached to the front. He yelped as he was suddenly dropped in front of the small pile of what remained of the expensive book he had gotten for his birthday a few months before.

"I was saving this for your face," Karofsky said as another jersey clad football player handed him a red slushy, "but I think I found a better use for it today." He said before dumping the contents on the papers in front of Kurt.

Kurt watched sadly as the red dye soaked through the pages, causing the ink to run. Any hope of saving them was gone now. Suddenly he felt a foot between his shoulder blades, sending him face first into the red ice and papers. He quickly sat up, trying to rub his eyes to rid the burning.

"Never mind." Karofsky said with a laugh before leaving with the rest of the football players.

A Goth girl and a boy in a wheel chair watched sadly. "At least it wasn't us this time." the boy whispered but Kurt had still heard him.

"No!" Kurt said quickly, walking up and yanking his sketch book from the prefect's hands. "It's mine." he said, glaring darkly.

Blaine quickly raised his hands in surrender, noticing that Kurt flinched as he did. "I know, Kurt. I just wanted to look." he stated quickly, completely confused by the way the countertenor was reacting. "I should of asked before I picked it up. I'm sorry." he said, really wanting to know what was going on.

Kurt hugged the sketch book to his chest and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Are you finished?" he whispered, looking down at his socked feet.

"Yeah." Blaine said, his head filled with confused questions that he wished he could ask. "Kurt…" he said softly, walking a little closer, frowning when Kurt backed away from him. Maybe his parents were abusive? Surely bullying wouldn't do this to him…

"Kurt, you know I won't hurt you, right?" he whispered gently, wishing the boy would lift his head and look at him. "No one here can, or will." he assured, wanting to pull the boy into his arms and hold him when he noticed the boy was shaking slightly.

Kurt just shook his head and turned around to walk to the door. "I think you need to leave if you're finished." he said, opening the door and waiting for the prefect to walk out.

Blaine rubbed his face with a frustrated sigh before walking toward the door, stopping before walking into the hall. "Kurt, I mean it. No one can touch you here, please believe me." Blaine pleaded gently, reaching over to place a hand on the countertenor's frail shoulder, but Kurt just stepped back again to avoid his touch. He held back another sigh before walking out, the door closing behind him so fast the heel of his shoe almost got caught.

Kurt walked back to his desk and dropped his sketch book on top of it before climbing on his bed and pulling the paintings off his wall. He carried them to his walk-in closet and leaned them against the wall before he pulled the dresser that was on the back wall out a bit. He placed the paintings behind it before pushing it back. "Sorry." he whispered before he left, turning the light off before he closed the door.

"You were right."

Nick blinked in surprise at the greeting he received from Blaine. Jeff reached over and took the bags he was holding in his right hand. He smiled at the blond thankfully before returning his attention to his phone as they dodged other people walking through the mall.

"Well, there will come a day when you realize I'm always right, but since there are so many things that it could be, what are you referring to?" Nick asked, almost running into a group of giggling girls before Jeff grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the way at the last second.

"Kurt."

"What the hell did you do?" Nick demanded, stopping with Jeff behind a line of people waiting for dipping dots.

"I didn't do anything!" Blaine defended quickly, causing Nick to shake his head slightly. He smiled when he felt Jeff's warm fingers intertwine with his own.

"Okay, then what happened?" Nick asked, using his free hand to push his bangs out of his eyes.

"He flipped out again!" Blaine said hurriedly. "All I wanted to do was look at his sketch book…"

"Did you look through it before you asked?" Nick questioned, smiling at the girl behind the counter when they walked up to order. He trusted Jeff to relay his order and continued to talk to Blaine.

"No, but I picked it up." Blaine admitted softly, causing Nick to roll his eyes.

"Well, no wonder he freaked. Wait, what were you even doing around him?" Nick began, letting go of Jeff's hand to walk to a nearby bench when a loud group of chattering girls walked up behind them. "When we left at eleven he hadn't come out at all. Did he finally come down?"

"No…"

"You didn't, did you? Please tell me you didn't." Nick begged, sitting down and crossing his legs, ignoring an ugly look he got from a passing old man.

"I just wanted to make sure he was alright, Nick!"

"We told you he was fine before we left, Blaine!" Nick hissed. "Why are you calling me upset when it was obviously your fault for picking up something when you were faking a dorm inspection?"

"I wasn't faking, I checked all the ro-" Blaine paused for a moment. "Wait, how did you know?"

"Blaine, you did the same thing last month when you thought Jeff had stolen your hair gel. It's not hard to know you would do the same thing just to see if Kurt was alright." Nick grinned after Blaine groaned.

"It's not that he freaked out because I was stupid, but…"

"But?" Nick prompted when Blaine had trailed off. Jeff walked up and sat beside him, placing his cup of dipping dots on his lap and handing him a spoon before placing his arm on the bench behind Nick's back.

"He…acted like I was going to hurt him, Nick."

Nick frowned, hearing the strain in the older Warbler's voice. He dipped his spoon into his dipping dots and popped it into his mouth as he thought. He knew that sounded like abuse, but how would they prove it even if it was? "What else did he do?"

"He kicked me out."

"Really?" Nick asked through a snort. He had never been able to picture Blaine being thrown out of somewhere before.

"It's not funny, Nick." Blaine said seriously.

"Oh right, sorry." Nick said quickly, smiling at Jeff when the blond gave him a confused glance.

"Well, just leave him alone until tonight. He said he would come and eat dinner with us."

"Really?" Blaine asked excitedly, causing Nick to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, if he hasn't been too traumatized by you." Nick said, grinning when he heard the other line click off. He flipped his phone shut and slipped it back in his front pocket.

"What was all that about?" Jeff asked, his dipping dots already gone from the little cup he had placed on his knee.

"Blaine thought it would be in Kurt's 'best' interest to check up on him." Nick said, spooning another bite of dots in his mouth.

"So basically, all our effort from this morning is gone." Jeff said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Basically."

Kurt didn't know what to do. It was twenty minutes to six, and he wasn't sure if he still wanted to go. On one hand, he really was starting to get hungry since he had stayed in his room all day. On the other, he really didn't want to see Blaine since he had basically blown up at the prefect, again.

He looked in the mirror above the bathroom sink, trying to fix a stubborn lock of hair that kept falling out of place. Looking away from his hair he caught his eyes and stared into the reflected blue. Why was he doing this again? Why was he willingly setting himself up for disaster?

Shaking his head quickly, he walked out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of his bed. "What do I do?" he whispered to himself, clutching the duvet under his hands tightly. Suddenly a knock was heard at his door and he quickly glanced at his clock on his nightstand. They were ten minutes early! He was supposed to have ten extra minutes to freak out! He took a deep breath before standing up and walking to his door.

He was surprised when he only saw Jeff standing in the hallway as he opened the door. The blond looked like the same as he had early that morning: hyper, chipper, and with a bounce in his step. The same grin graced his face when he realized the door had swung open.

"Hey, Kurt!" Jeff said excitedly, looking the shorter boy over. He had changed into another pair of jeans that weren't so baggy like the ones before, but they weren't skinny jeans either. He had also switched shirts and something about the darker shade of blue made his eyes pop more than they already did.

"Ready to go?"

"I don't think…" Kurt trailed off when big brown eyes were turned on him. How was he supposed to say no to that? "Yeah.." he said, walking out of his room and closing his door behind him. Jeff just sent him a grin before heading down the hall, Kurt following behind him.

"Nick said I should come and get you so he didn't have to walk all the way over here." Jeff said with a small laugh.

Kurt smiled slightly as Jeff chattered on. He never knew someone who could be so hyper. It made him think that maybe the blond snorted pixie sticks in the morning. He glanced in Jeff's direction, noticing the boy still hadn't stopped talking or bouncing as he walked. He nodded then at the decision that the boy had to of taken something.

"Kurt, are you even listening to me?" Jeff asked with a small laugh.

"Sorry." Kurt said quietly, his cheeks a light pink. "What were you saying?" he asked, looking up at him hopefully.

"I was asking what you liked eating at your old school, because I bet Dalton has it too." Jeff said as they walked down the stairs, waving to a few other students as they walked across the entrance hall.

"Oh, I, um…usually brought my own lunch, because the cafeteria food was horrible." he admitted, though that wasn't the real reason he had chosen to bring his own lunch. He had given up actually eating something from the cafeteria after he had worn it a few days in a row thanks to people flipping his tray in his face.

"That sucks." Jeff said as he held the door open for Kurt to walk through. "All of our food is pretty great. Well, besides the bunny food bar."

"Bunny food bar?"

"Yeah, you know all that green leafy stuff." Jeff said with a wave of his hand as they walked.

"Oh, you mean a salad bar?" Kurt asked excitedly. McKinley had never had a salad bar, and had never been able to keep his own from wilting throughout the day.

"Ugh, don't tell me you like that stuff?" Jeff groaned, waving to a few passing boys who were holding takeout boxes.

"Well, it's better than peanut butter and jelly." Kurt replied softly, swallowing the lump in his throat as they came to the dining hall's entrance.

"Kurt, you look like you're walking to your death instead of getting something to eat." Jeff said, gently putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder before quickly pulling it back when he felt it tense up automatically. "You'll be okay." he assured softly, frowning when the boy only nodded in return.

Kurt looked around with wide eyes as he took in all the details that the room had to offer. High arched ceilings with beautiful chandeliers like the ones in the dorm buildings. Was all of Dalton beautiful like this?

Jeff led Kurt to the salad bar, handing him a plate. "All the bunny food you can eat!" he exclaimed with a grin as Kurt smiled up at him.

"Thanks." Kurt whispered before moving down the salad bar to fill his plate with lettuce and other vegetables. At the end of the bar he drizzled low fat balsamic vinaigrette on top and added a few spoon-full's of shredded cheese to finish his plate off. By the time he was finished Jeff was already waiting for him, holding a plate full of chicken nuggets and a heaping mound of macaroni and cheese.

"I still don't now how you can live off that." Jeff said before walking towards the side of the room, Kurt following behind him. "I mean, whenever I try to eat that stuff I get bored. It all tastes the same."

Kurt smiled back at the blond as he began to chatter again, looking around the room a few times. He relaxed slightly when he realized no one was going to throw him into a garbage can or push his tray into his face.

"Kurt!" David called out happily when he saw the boy trailing behind him. He smiled when Kurt nodded at him, taking the seat furthest away from Blaine, much to Blaine's displeasure of course.

Wes smiled at Kurt before taking a bite from his burger. His foot tapped the ground as he thought of song selections for the Warblers.

Nick smiled at Kurt, popping a french-fry in his mouth. "I'm glad you came down, Kurt." he said after he had swallowed. He took a drink of his coke before looking at Blaine expectantly. When Blaine didn't say anything, Nick kicked his shin underneath the table.

"Ouch! Nick!" Blaine hissed, frowning when Kurt dropped his fork in surprise. He glared back at Nick who only nodded his head at Kurt slightly.

"Kurt, I really am sorry about this afternoon." Blaine began, pausing when the countertenor looked up at him. "I should of asked before I picked it up." he explained.

Kurt was a little surprised when Blaine apologized since he was the one that had freaked out earlier. He looked at him for a moment before smiling hesitantly at him, which was rewarded with a bright smile from the older prefect. He looked back to his plate once Jeff began to relay the story of how his shoe got caught in one of the drainage grills in the mall parking lot earlier that day. He ate while the others talked, noticing that everyone seemed to know Blaine, like seriously. Everyone either waved at him from other tables or walked up to him to say hi. A few even smiled at Kurt who looked away nervously, shoving more salad in his mouth for an excuse not to talk.

Halfway through his salad all of the people around the table stopped talking at once, causing Kurt to look at them curiously.

"Mr. Hummel?" a deep voice asked behind him causing Kurt to almost choke on the tomato he was currently chewing on. He turned in his chair slowly to look up at the tall security guard.

"S-Sir?" He asked softly, relaxing a little when the man smiled down at him slightly.

"A young man is here, stating he's related to you somehow?" The man began. "We found him banging on the doors to your dorm building, yelling your name."

Kurt's cheeks flushed quickly and he nodded, standing up. He went to grab his plate but Nick caught his wrist.

"I'll put it in a to go box for you." Nick said softly.

Kurt nodded and followed the security officer out of the dinning hall and into the main building of Dalton. He wished he had time to look around since it was his first time to be in it. Who was here though? It couldn't be his dad because he had promised only to call him once a day before he even agreed to transferring. The only other male that it could be was Finn, but he wouldn't drive all the way up here without calling first. He slowly reached to feel his front pocket for his phone, his eyes widening when he didn't find it. His phone…where had he left it?

They turned a few corners as Kurt thought on where he had last used his phone and who the heck was here banging on the doors for him. Oh! That's right, he had used his phone in the ihome speakers earlier that day and it had died a few hours back. That wasn't good since it meant his father couldn't get in touch with him, but that also meant Finn couldn't either. Surely Finn wouldn't be so stupid…

"Kurt!" Finn cried out when he saw Kurt enter behind the large security guard that had dragged him away from the dorm building earlier. He stood up and wrapped his arms around Kurt tightly, causing the boy to tense up and sigh.

"Why didn't you answer your phone dude?" Finn asked worriedly, pulling back but keeping his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "I mean I thought something had happened to you…" He trailed off, looking over Kurt for an injury.

"Finn, my phone died and I'm fine." Kurt insisted, shrugging the large hands from his shoulders. "Why did you come all the way down here this late? What did you tell my dad?"

"Burt doesn't know, I told him I was going out with Rachel tonight and I would be home really late." Finn said with a shrug causing Kurt to sigh in relief. If his father wasn't currently driving two hours down here as well, he could relax a little.

"Finn, I still can't believe you would drive all the way out here just because I didn't answer my phone."

"He was only worried about you Kurt, and we all know how you've lied in the past, it was the natural reaction." a chipper female voice said from behind Finn.

Kurt stopped breathing for a moment. He would know that voice anywhere, and unfortunately it was in the same room as him.

Rachel Berry