Chapter One

"Um… are all of you guys gay?"

"Yes." Blaine smiled at him. "We're a gay acapella group - but more than that, we're like family. Or… very close friends, at least."

David and Wes laughed, like it was an inside joke.

"You wouldn't happen to be gay, would you?" Blaine asked softly. He leaned across the table, and extended a hand to Kurt.

Hesitantly, Kurt took his hand.

"I'm the only out gay kid at my school," he whispered, quite overwhelmed.

Something flared in Blaine's eyes.

"It's bad, isn't it."

"Yeah," Kurt nodded.

"What do they do to you?" Blaine asked coolly.

"Anything they want to. Everything they can think of."

Blaine growled, and stood, dropping Kurt's hand so he could walk over to him.

"You don't deserve that, Kurt. Is there anyone who helps you…"

"Nobody ever stops them," Kurt whispered, his eyes shining with tears. "I'm just so alone all the time. I'm terrified every day, but nothing ever changes, no matter how strong I try to be."

Everything about Kurt made Blaine just want to take him in his arms and make it all better - keep him safe, kiss those tears away.

Blaine took a deep breath.

"What if there was a way out?"

Kurt looked up at him, astonished… Then Blaine could see his face falling again.

"Oh, I couldn't afford Dalton," Kurt whispered. "I wish I could, but my Dad…"

"We have ways, Kurt. So tell me..." Blaine said speculatively. "Can you sing?"

Kurt sniffled. He smiled shyly.

"Well…"

Blaine felt a bit like somebody had hit him with a barn.

Kurt looked at him nervously.

"That. Was. Brilliant," Wes whispered, and the dam broke.

Blaine led the Warblers in a bout of thunderous applause. The choir teacher, Mr. Leroy, wiped away a single tear.

"On the basis of that alone, I am prepared to write a letter of recommendation for a music scholarship," Mr. Leroy said excitedly. "My God, I've been praying for a countertenor for yearsnow."

Kurt looked like this must be too good to be true.

"What… kind of scholarship?"

"If you can commit to my Choir and to the Warblers - and all their performances… I will recommend a full ride. That would cover your tuition, and leave only room and board for you to pay. There are a few work-study opportunities at Dalton, mostly in tutoring, if you need further help covering the cost of room and board. Is there anything in particular you're good at academically?"

"Well," Kurt said shyly. "I have a 4.0… And I'm fluent in French."

"Ah!" Mr. Leroy gasped. "So you can… sing in French as well?"

"Last year for Cheerleading Nationals I helped my team win by singing fourteen and a half minutes of a Celine Dion medley in French - while tumbling," Kurt said proudly.

Mr. Leroy's jaw dropped.

Blaine gaped. The image of Kurt in a cheerleading outfit, pom poms and all - yep, there was that barn again.

"I must speak to the administrators immediately," Mr. Leroy said, standing. He seized Kurt's hand and shook it furiously.

"Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Leroy," Kurt murmured. Mr. Leroy headed out, still beaming, leaving Kurt with the thirteen members of the Warblers.

"I don't think it's too early to tell you… Welcome to the Warblers," David grinned.

The rest of the Warblers began to applaud again.

"I've never heard Defying Gravity sung with such emotion," a sandy haired boy said seriously.

Kurt flushed happily.

"I do think we need to tell Kurt about… the catch," Wes said softly.

"Oh yes," David said, looking sideways at Kurt.

Kurt's heart plummeted.

A catch. Of course. Every good thing had a catch of some sort...

Blaine reached out to grab his hand reassuringly, and Kurt's worry lessened just a little bit.

"We have an initiation, of sorts, to bring you into the group properly," Wes said calmly. "We all have to trust each other - and love one another."

Kurt nodded slowly.

"For the first two months, you have to make yourself available to anyone and everyone in the club. Whenever they like."

Kurt stared at him.

"Meaning…?"

"Sexually available."

Kurt made a tiny eep noise in the back of his throat.

"Is this a joke?" He said nervously.

"No joke," Blaine said, and squeezed Kurt's hand. "It helps you become part of the family, keeps us all connected. At the end of the two months, you'd have no obligations to anyone… You can date whoever you like. But until then… You have thirteen people who are all interested in you. We'll make it good for you. So good."

Kurt shivered, unable to look away from Blaine's dark gaze.

"If you say yes, Kurt. We'll take care of you. We promise." David said seriously.

The rest of the Warblers nodded.

Kurt swallowed, but he didn't have to think any more.

"All right. I'll do it."

"Good!" David said cheerfully.

Blaine just grinned at Kurt and didn't let go of his hand.

"Right then, I think we need to show Kurt how acapella works. Eli, will you start us out please - the song we did last Tuesday."

Eli began to sing a few notes - deep, bass ones. It proved he had a very low range, but didn't give much of a melody.

"Can you tell what that is, Kurt?" David asked diplomatically.

"No," Kurt said, shaking his head.

"Good. Now James, Samir, join in with Eli."

There was part of a tune now, but Kurt still couldn't quite tell…

Slowly, everyone joined in on different bars, and Kurt could almost place the song...

"Then you went and let me blow your mind!" Blaine sang clearly, and Kurt started.

"Hey Soul Sister," Kurt whispered.

"Hey soul sister," Blaine winked at him, nodding.

"That's… incredible," Kurt said in awe. "All together, you're so… gorgeous."

"That we are," David wiggled his eyebrows, and Kurt blushed.

Kurt didn't even have to fake crying in front of the Glee Club.

"I just want to be happy. And with you guys - I have moments of that. But its not enough anymore. Every other minute here, I'm in misery. They throw me against lockers every day, and now, Karofsky… the way he looks at me, the things he says…" Kurt sobbed. "I can't stay here. I'm so afraid, all the time - I'm just not safe. One of these days, they're going to take it just a little farther - and I'll be dead."

Mercedes, Brit, and Tina led the run to hug Kurt tightly.

"You should have told us, Kurt!"

"Oh no, sweetie, I didn't know…"

"I wish I could do more!"

"I never knew it was so bad..."

"I'm going to Dalton Academy," Kurt cut into their words.

"What?"

"I got a full scholarship. By singing. For their regular choir and their glee club. Their director needs a counter tenor, and they're giving me a full ride if I stay with choir for my whole time at Dalton."

"That's amazing," Rachel was shocked.

"You deserve it," Mr. Shuester said softly.

"I'm so happy for you," Mercedes wiped her eyes. "But I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'll miss you guys too," Kurt sighed. "But I'll come home at least every other weekend! And I'm getting unlimited texting - there's no way I'm going to lose contact with you guys."

"Welcome to your first day as a Warbler."

"Thanks," Kurt said shyly. He was practically shaking where he sat.

The thirteen other boys in the club just looked at him.

"What are we doing today?" Kurt squeaked nervously.

"Don't worry, we're not having an orgy," David said, amusement in his voice. "We actually spend our time singing. Well, in club meetings, that is."

"But first - you should meet everyone," Blaine said firmly. "You already know Wes and David. They're seniors, as are Eli - " He gestured to a mustached boy with dark hair. "And Theo."

Kurt waved shyly at the tall boy with messy brown hair and glasses, and he waved back.

"James and Greg are juniors are you…" Blaine pointed out the two boys sitting close together on the loveseat across the room. "So is Jeff - "

The blond boy was quite certainly checking him out, and Kurt blushed.

"Settle down, Jeff," Blaine chided. "Howard is also a junior - " Long haired and bright eyed, Howard couldn't stop glancing up from underneath his long eyelashes at Kurt. "And Max as well."

The largest boy among them, at least 6'5" and quite buff, grinned as Kurt looked at him.

"Our sophomores are Gabriel…"

A black haired boy in a low cut shirt smiled at Kurt.

"And Samir…"

A gorgeous Indian boy waved at the newcomer.

"And Dianne."

The smallest boy, with a face even more cherubic than Kurt's, waved daintily. He had light blond hair, and wore a large butterfly clip in his hair, pulling back long bangs.

Kurt frowned slightly. What parents would name a boy Dianne?

"Outside of Dalton, I'm Lester," Dianne said softly. "But here, its a safe enough space… Please call me Dianne."

"Oh, of course," Kurt nodded. He'd never met anyone transgendered before.

"You remember your part from Hey Soul Sister?" David asked Kurt.

"I think so," Kurt smiled.

"Good! Today we'll be working on choreography. Eli, Jeff - take it away."

"So," Kurt said softly. He was walking up to the dormitory floor to show Blaine his new room. His Dad, Carole, and Finn had all helped him move his things over last weekend.

"Yes?" Blaine asked.

Kurt laughed nervously and unlocked his door. He didn't quite know how to say this...

"What's on your mind?" Blaine reached out and took Kurt's chin in one hand, stepping in close.

Kurt flushed - Blaine was so close.

"When is… it going to happen? When I have to… sleep with all the Warblers?"

Blaine smiled gently.

"We're not planning on it happening all at once. When someone in the group comes to you, then you do have to say yes - but there are limits. If you're sick, we'll wait until you're better. If someone wants to do anything that's really not a kink of yours, you can ask them to tone it down - and they will. We'll all be good to you, I promise."

"And…" Kurt finally looked up to meet his eyes, and realized just how close they were. "They're all interested? Nobody… no one's ever been interested in me before."

"I doubt that, but anyway - we're all very hot for you, Kurt."

There was no misunderstanding the lust in Blaine's expression.

"Uh, okay, but… how often will I be - "

Without Kurt noticing, Blaine had slipped closer, and his lips were on Kurt's, kissing slow and sweet. Kurt trembled slightly - his first kiss - and Blaine reached to wind his hands in Kurt's hair, massaging soothingly and holding him close at the same time.

Kurt responded slowly, his mouth opening to the tender onslaught. When Blaine finally pulled away, letting Kurt breathe, Kurt was staring dazedly at the other boy, totally forgetting his question.

Blaine chuckled, and it came back to Kurt.

"I… can I make a schedule for people to fill out?"

"It's just for the next two months - until the Winter Break," Blaine chuckled.

"But I mean… What if I have a big test, and someone comes to me the night before? Can't I make them schedule a different day?"

"Perhaps you would prefer dance cards?" Blaine chuckled, as he nuzzled Kurt's neck. "One saying blow jobs, or hand jobs, or rimming, maybe a bondage card?"

Kurt was blushing again and Blaine found it adorable.

"You don't get to make the cards, Kurt," Blaine said, almost sternly, as he lifted his mouth back up to nip at Kurt's lips. "We get to choose what we want to do to you. You have to let us take control."

Kurt whimpered into Blaine's next kiss - it was deep, and god, Blaine was fucking his mouth with his tongue…

"Let me take control," Blaine whispered, and then he was backing Kurt over to his bed. He pushed the taller boy down, easily straddling him and pinning him down as he devoured his mouth.

Kurt welcomed the wild kiss, moaning and whining into Blaine's mouth. Then a hand was rubbing his cock through his pants - Blaine was touching him - and Kurt moaned breathlessly.

Blaine made short work of Kurt's zipper, and of his pants - when Kurt realized precisely what was happening, his briefs were down by his knees - and Blaine's hand was wrapping around his cock.

"Ahhh!" Kurt cried, his head falling back.

It was so good. He'd never felt this way before.

Blaine groaned happily, and kissed Kurt hard. The pleasure was just too much - Kurt's hips jerked up in need, his legs falling to the sides, spreading automatically for Blaine.

He was being jerked off by a hot, gorgeous boy, who was staring at him, intent on watching every moment of Kurt coming undone.

Just when Kurt thought it couldn't get any more intense - Blaine began to whisper filthy things in his ear.

"That's it, Kurt, fuck my hand, I know you want it. Never done this before? Never been wanted? I want you, Kurt - we all want you - your mouth, your cock, your ass - and we'll take them, every part of you is going to be ours, Kurt. You won't want these two months to end. You're going to spread your legs, just like this, whenever any of us even looks at you. That's good, come on, Kurt,come for me."

Blaine leaned down to kiss him roughly, muffling Kurt's shout of orgasm as Kurt came hard, his cock spilling over Blaine's hand and his own chest, his body shaking and shaking as it came down from its peak.

"Beautiful, Kurt," Blaine whispered in awe, between sweet kisses, "You're so beautiful I can't stand it."

Kurt just panted and lay there, trying to get a hold of himself.

Blaine chuckled and kissed the tip of Kurt's nose. He let go of Kurt's cock gently, and raised his dirty hand to his lips, licking it clean of come.

He moaned as he tasted Kurt's come.

"Delicious," Blaine purred. "Next time, I'm going to taste it from the source. Tonight, Kurt. My room at eleven pm. Try to finish your homework before then - I'll be keeping you up, I promise."

Kurt nodded dazedly. Blaine got up and walked out, straightening his pants as he went.

"Oh my Gaga," Kurt said dazedly. "What have I gotten myself into?"