It was shortly after 2pm when the bus pulled up. It was a darker blue, and had bars on the windows. Seriously? Blaine thought as he stepped up to the door. It opened with a fair amount of squeaking, and Blaine took a step forwards.

He didn’t get very far before there was a set of hands on him and he was looking up with wide eyes. A very burly looking security guard had stopped him in his tracks.

“Name?”

“Blaine… Blaine Anderson.” He replied kind of wishing the man would stop touching him.

The man simply nodded before patting Blaine down. “Any weapons or drugs on your person?”

Yeah, I’m being shipped off to reform school and decided to pack away some loot for later. “No, just me.”

The security guard finished his, what was in Blaine’s opinion, groping, and allowed him to pass. He quickly took note of the other boys on the bus. David was sitting by himself near the front. There was a blonde and a brunette sitting together closer to the back, and a boy with spikey hair in the seat beside them.

Deciding he was going to be at Dalton with these boys for a while, Blaine thought it best to introduce himself. He tapped David on the shoulder as he walked by, and he stood up to follow Blaine to the back.

“I’m Blaine.” He said simply, not wanting to make eye-contact with any of them.

“And I’m David.”

All three boys looked at them nervously. The blonde looked at his brunette friend before speaking. “I’m Jeff. And this is Nick.” He said quietly gesturing towards the boy beside him.

“My names Beat.” The one with spikey hair spoke finally.

The other 4 boys looked at him with confused faces.

Blaine cocked his head slightly. “Beat? Your name is Beat?” He wanted to make sure he’d heard right.

“I… Uh… Yeah. I beat box, so…” He shrugged his shoulders before glancing out the window again.

Blaine took this as a hint that Beat wasn’t really interested in anyone knowing the name on his birth certificate, so he shrugged it off.

“So, what did all of you do to end up being sent to Dalton?” David asked, clearly interested in everyone’s poor behaviour.

Jeff offered first. “I stole a Camaro. Well, Nick and I stole a Camaro. We worked for a chop shop. It was our fifth steal, and I guess we just got a little too cocky.”

“No, you forgot to take out the GPS system.” Nick countered, rolling his eyes. “The only thing you were assigned to do, and you forgot.”

Jeff turned a slight pink and looked away mumbling something that sounded like ‘Sorry’ under his breath.

While Beat advised them that he had been set up by a friend for Possession, Blaine had silently decided he was going to lie. While Fraud was bad, it just didn’t seem bad ass enough. Sure, Blaine and David practically ruled at their own school; but this was Dalton, and this was different.

“Blaine and I…” David started.

“We were going to be charged with Assault on a police officer and Robbery.” Blaine interrupted, and David gave him a weird look. “We hit a convenience store, and the clerk had one of those stupid panic buttons. When the cop showed up, I gave him a good punch to the teeth and ran.” He sounded convincing enough.

Beat smirked. “You obviously didn’t run fast enough.”

“How about you shut your mouth, hm?” Blaine snapped back, and the boy instantly recoiled.

There was some speaking from the front of the bus. “The 6th pick up has been delayed two weeks. You can head straight to Dalton.” A voice was coming through the intercom.

Blaine sat forward in his seat, and David leaned over to him. “What the hell are you doing?” He hissed quietly.

“David, you and I were the shit at St. George. People practically bowed down to us and licked our shoes. But this is Dalton Academy Reform School for Boys. We were on top at St. George because we were ruthless.” He paused for a moment. “I’m determined to be on top at Dalton as well. The 5 of us, we’re going to run this place; I’m almost sure of it.”

The boy beside him was nodding his head slowly. “Blaine Anderson, you have officially lost your mind.” David tapped his head with a smile. “I like this Blaine. Does he intend on sticking around for a while?”

Blaine nodded. “As long as we’re stuck at Dalton, and maybe longer, we’ll see.” He brought a hand to his head, thinking. “We need a name.” He finally said.

“A name? Like a gang would have?” David asked.

Blaine nodded, “Exactly like that.” He thought for another moment. “Hey fuckers, can you sing?”

Jeff, Nick and Beat all looked over at him.

“Yeah, I’ve had a few lessons.”

“Been singing my entire life, man.”

“I do the whole beat-boxing thing. As I stated previously.”

Blaine turned around in his seat, smiling. “When we get to Dalton, we’re going to take it over. We’ll be the Dalton gang. Our name?” He paused for a moment. “The Warblers.”