His comment earned him a glare from Blaine, and Jeff instantly stopped laughing.

David nudged his friend. “He’s a got a point. You’ve been staring for like, 20 minutes. Just go talk to him. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Blaine grimaced for a moment, remembering his failed attempt at getting Cameron into bed. His eyes glanced around the common room for a moment, but the boy who rejected him was nowhere to be found.

It’s not like Blaine was low on guys who were willing to get under him. That would be the furthest thing from the truth. Blaine just liked a challenge, and Cameron had fit the bill perfectly.

Blaine sighed, finally dropping his gaze from the new boy. “I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit. Try to stay out of trouble until I get back.”

He threw his book bag over his shoulder while he walked over to the new boy. He cleared his throat loudly, trying to get his attention.

The boy merely turned the page of his book while sliding a grape between his lips.

Blaine was suddenly overcome with way to many inappropriate images and had to shake his head to snap himself out of it.

“If it’s going to take you as long to say hi as it did for you to grow the balls to walk over here, then you might want to reconsider.” The boy said dryly without looking up from his book.

Blaine was slightly taken aback, but even more intrigued. “I’m…”

“You’re Blaine Anderson, leader of the Warblers.” The boy finally looked up. “Yeah. I know who you are.”

Blaine smirked. “So it’s only fair if I get to know who you are?”

The boy shook his head. “Just because your reputation precedes you, doesn’t mean you deserve to know who I am.”

Blaine was about to reply when Cameron came out of nowhere to join them at the table.

“Hey Kurt, everything okay?” Cameron asked, not removing his eyes from Blaine.

Kurt smiled and Blaine suddenly had the urge to strangle Cameron with his hands. When the hell had he got to Kurt first?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Blaine was just leaving.”

Blaine hesitated before turning to leave. He felt soft hands on his wrist and stopped mid step to look back at Kurt.

“Fair trade off, don’t you think? You now know my name, and you get to leave me alone. We both win.” Kurt shrugged, releasing Blaine’s wrist.

Blaine looked at him curiously as he made his way back to the Warblers.

“How’d it go?” Nick asked first, and Jeff punched him in the shoulder.

“What the fuck, Jeff?”

The blonde boy gestured towards Kurt. “How well do you think it went? Cameron’s sitting with the new kid instead of Blaine. Christ Nick, have some tact.”

Blaine ignored the two boys and took his spot beside David.

“Blaine, what are you thinking about?”

“Hm? Nothing, why?”

David shook his head. “You’re creating a plan, Blaine. I’d recognise that look anywhere. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

Blaine snapped out of his trance to smile at David. “Nothing stupid, no. You know me, I enjoy a challenge.”

—-

“You have got to be kidding me.” Blaine couldn’t believe his eyes when Kurt spun around.

Kurt raised his eyebrows. “Are you lost Blaine, or did you follow me back here like a lost puppy?”

Blaine walked over to the bunk that he now, apparently, shared with Kurt. “This is my room, Kurt. Guess we’re room-mates now.” He said as he took a step closer to the boy.

Kurt instinctively took a step back, but smiled none the less. “Room-mates don’t mean automatic friends, Blaine. I didn’t come to reform school to get friendly with people.”

Blaine took another step forward, and this time Kurt was trapped against the wall. “Who said anything about being friends?”

Kurt allowed Blaine to ghost his lips over his neck before he pushed him away forcefully.

“Sorry. Not interested in being added to the list of boys who come running when you whistle.” Kurt said firmly, turning his back to finish hanging his uniforms.

Blaine tilted his head slightly. “The view is way better from behind.”

Kurt found himself smiling again. “Enjoy it, Anderson. You’re only ever going to see this ass fully clothed.”

“So, how’d you end up at Dalton anyway?” Blaine asked, taking a seat on the bunk.

Kurt turned around to face the other boy again. “How is that any of your business?”

“It’s not. I’m just curious. I punched a cop in the face.”

Kurt laughed so hard he started gasping for air. “Yeah, okay Anderson. Maybe your Warbler friends believe that, but I don’t.” He shook his head. “I don’t care why you’re lying, but next time at least try to make something believable.”

Blaine shifted uncomfortably before looking up at Kurt. “So, what the fuck are you in for?”

Kurt shrugged his shoulders non-committedly. “Prostitution.”

Blaine got a sour look on his face. “Maybe I don’t want to tap that ass.”

Kurt merely laughed. “Oh honey, I’m positive you do. I wasn’t a prostitute, Blaine. I was the pimp.”

There was a small silence.

“Wait, what?”

“I ran the prostitution ring. Chose the boys, the hotels, took the calls. You know, things a leader does.” Kurt said calmly.

Blaine had been shocked into silence. “You ran a gay prostitution ring in Ohio?” He looked at Kurt. “And I thought I was pretty bad-ass. I gladly hand you the title.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I think I’ll stick with Kurt. Thanks though.” He eyed the clock on the wall. “Anyways, I have to go meet up with Cameron.”

Blaine’s head perked up. “What are you meeting him for?”

“You are just full of questions that are none of your concern, aren’t you?” Kurt tossed his blazer into the hamper. “I’ll be back before curfew. It was nice chatting with you, Blaine.”

Blaine shamelessly watched Kurt’s ass as he walked out. He was determined to make the ass, his.

—-

Kurt loosened his tie as he walked down the hall. Blaine was an interesting character. He was hot, no doubt about that. There was a lot more to him than what met the eye, and Kurt was slightly curious about what was underneath the persona.

Kurt’s breath caught as for the second time that day, he was shoved into the lockers.

“Hi, Cameron.” He managed to breathe, relaxing as he felt the warm body press against him.

Cameron’s hands landed on Kurt’s waist, squeezing gently. “Hey, Kurt. Just wanted to make sure CanniBlaine left you in one piece.”

He dropped his arms to his side, stepping back to give Kurt some space.

“Oh you know. He tried to gnaw on my leg but I managed to kick him off before any real damage was done.” Kurt said with a tiny laugh.

Cameron nodded approvingly. “About time someone kicked him. His ego needs a good swift…” He let the sentence hang.

“So Cam, what’d you do to end up at Dalton?” Kurt asked gently as they walked down the hall.

Cameron smiled while shaking his head. “I may or may not have tried to steal and ATM.”

Kurt laughed. “You know, all these things that you guys have done look tame compared to me.”

The other boy looked at him quizzically. “And what would that be?”

“I was a pimp.” Kurt said nervously.

Cameron appeared to be putting two and two together. “So you…”

“Yes.”

“Did you ever…”

“No.”

Cameron relaxed a little. “Geez eh. You are pretty badass.”

Kurt sighed. “That’s what I keep being told.”

He was caught by surprise when Cameron pulled him into a hug. “You may be badass, but I think your actually pretty soft inside. Wear your heart on your sleeve and shit like that.”

Kurt leaned into the embrace, sliding his hands down Cameron’s side. “I guess you could say that.”

Cameron leaned Kurt against the lockers, making eye contact with him. “Feel free to kick me in the balls or whatever, but I’m going to kiss you now.”

Kurt barely had time to process an answer before Cameron’s lips here brushing against his own. He returned the kiss hesitantly, not really sure what he was doing.

Cameron brought a hand to Kurt’s back, pulling him in closer as he deepened the kiss.

Kurt placed his hands on the other boy’s chest, pushing him back gently. Sheesh Kurt, that’s two boys in one day that you’ve pushed away. Maybe being at Dalton won’t be so bad after all.

Cameron looked at him for a moment before shifting his eyes to the floor. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed…”

He went to walk away but Kurt quickly grabbed his arm. “No, don’t. It’s just I haven’t even known you a day. I was in charge of prostitutes, Cameron. I wasn’t one of them.” Kurt paused. “I’d like to get to know you better, thought. See where it takes us.”

Cameron nodded in agreement and was about to respond when an alarm started buzzing overhead.

Kurt looked up, covering his ears. “What the fuck is that?”

Cameron grabbed him by the arm. “Something happened. It’s a reform school. Come on let’s get to the common room.”

They walked quickly down the hall, almost running down the stairs. When they came to the common room, there was a stretcher rolling out with a body on top of it.

“Hey, Wes. What the fuck happened?” Cameron asked one, tugging at the boys sleeve.

The boy turned around. “Someone got stabbed. As usual no one saw it happen. This shit is ridiculous man. There are some legit crazy guys in this place.”

Kurt’s eyes searched the crowd until they landed on Blaine. They made eye contact, and Blaine shrugged. He had all of his Warblers with him, so he probably didn’t care who it was that got hurt.

“Cameron, how often does this happen? Someone getting hurt so bad they end up at the hospital?” Kurt asked, almost whispering.

“3 times a month, maybe 4. We never find out who does it though. The guys can never seem to remember. Last time, some guy was found beaten in the shower with the water on. Almost drowned because his body was covering the drain.” Cameron said quietly.

Kurt found himself cringing slightly and felt a little relief when Cameron placed an arm around his shoulder.

“Welcome to Dalton, Kurt.”