Walking in to the building, a sense of nervousness about him, Kurt traveled lightly on his feet; as if not to make any sound.

Pulling the heavy door open with one hand, he held the strap of his over-the-shoulder bag with the other. Upon his entrance, Kurt was greeted by a large, burly man in uniform.

Kurt took in his appearance. The man was tall; really tall. He couldn't have been under six feet. And he was bald; the light reflecting off the top of his head made Kurt wonder whether the man used wax on it or not. His face covered with hard lines; his mouth closed tightly into a straight line. He showed no emotion other than suspicion. Constant suspicion, and maybe a little anger. Kurt supposed that must be part of his job, though.

He noticed the man's gun holster, and he probably should have expected that at least; and he really�did,�but that doesn't make it any less intimidating.

"You a student?" The man grunted.

Kurt shook his head, "N- no, sir," his voice coming out higher than normal, "community service. McKinley High School."

Remembering suddenly, Kurt reached to his side, fishing for his student ID from his bag. This seemed to be the wrong move, however, as the guard yelled, "Whoa, hey, no. Hands above your head!"

Kurt jumped in fear, doing as he was told.

"What were you reaching for?" The man questioned sternly.

"My student ID." Kurt explained, trying to catch his breath.

The guard's eyebrows furrowed and his face softened a bit, "Right. Well, step through here. Put your bag on the belt first." He ordered.

Kurt followed the order, placing his bag on the conveyor belt and stepping through the metal detector.

The guard seemed to deem Kurt and his belongings harmless as he gave the bag back to the boy haphazardly.

"Name?"

"Kurt Hummel, sir." Kurt noticed, finally, getting past the fear, that the guard's name tag said 'Mark.' Though, he dare not call him that.

"Who are you supposed to meet with?"

"Mr... Williamson?" Kurt squinted, hoping that he got the name right from memory.

"You don't seem to sure about that." His eyes narrowed.

Knowing that his bag was now deemed safe, Kurt reached into the side pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He scanned it, looking for the information that he needed.

"Williams. Mr. Williams." He amended with certainty.

Upon seeing the paper, Mark held out his hand expectantly. Kurt gave it to him without question.

Glancing over it, the hefty man nodded, grunting in approval. "Turn tight at the end of the hall, take the elevator to the second floor, it'll be the third door on the left."

"Thank you." Kurt nodded politely, taking his paper back from Mark and placing it back into his bag.

Kurt took a few steps down the hallway before he heard Mark call after him, "Good luck!" He chuckled somewhat darkly.

The walls of the school were an off-white and Kurt wondered whether they were painted as such or if they'd just�turned�over the years. The elevator must have been a recent addition because it was shiny and seemed untouched.

When he arrived at his destination, he saw the placard that read, "Donald Williams - Activities Advisor."

Kurt knocked three times and waited for an answer. Within seconds the door whipped open to reveal a short, stocky man; ginger curls gracing the top of his head. He was a good half of a foot shorter than Kurt, despite his obvious advantage in years.

The forty-something man beamed at Kurt, stepping aside, "Hello, dear boy! You must be Kurt."

"Yes sir, I am."

The older man scoffed jovially, "Please, call me Don!" He paused, patting the back of the chair that sat in front of his desk."Please, have a seat!"

Kurt took the suggested seat, settling his messenger bag on his lap. Don made his way to the other side of the desk to sit in his office chair.

"Now, Kurt," Don folded his hands on top of the stack of papers on his desk, leaning in with a smile, "we aren't expecting much from you today. It's a day for introductions and formalities more than anything. We need to familiarize you with not only the boy you'll be tutoring, but the system of Dalton Reform itself."

Kurt nodded but said nothing. Don unfolded his hands, picking up a manila folder that held a sizable amount of papers in it. "Here is the file of the boy that you've been assigned to. It does not go into too much detail about the crimes he has committed, but it does list them; and believe me when I say, and this is very important: We at Dalton Reform would�not�intentionally put you or your life in danger. The boys we select for the students doing community service are usually quite tame. Now, that is not to say that they don't have a�past�or any�prior offenses, but you have nothing to worry about, I assure you."

Kurt swallowed, grabbing the folder from Don. The tab read, "Anderson, Blaine."

"Now, Blaine here, he's very bright; so the tutoring mainly will lie in the foreign languages department. Your school adviser tells me that you excel at French. Is that so?"

"Yes, sir." Kurt let himself smile with pride despite the fear he was currently enduring.

"Good, good! So that is where most of your work will lie, that and chemistry are his trouble areas." Don laughed, "Well, academically, of course."

Kurt forced a chuckle despite the blatant inappropriateness of that joke. He opened the file and skimmed the list of offenses.

Among them were theft, vandalism, trespassing, disorderly conduct, and a few others; but the one that screamed at him from the page was�aggravated assault.

Now, Kurt was no criminal law student, nor did he know much about the law, but he was positive that�assault�mean�bodily harm�and-

He was�violent?�He knows he shouldn't jump to conclusions, especially after what Don had told him... but how could he not? There seemed to be only one -recorded- offense, but he was still scared.

He knew the risk when he signed up, of course. But in his defense, the didn't have much of a choice. It was either this or a janitorial position at a local nursing home and Kurt Hummel was�not�going to be dealing with soiled linens. Plus, he didn't get along well with most senior citizens in Lima. Most of them were old fashioned and closed minded and would mutter slurs under their breath. Who knew old people could be so hateful?

He was starting to regret his decision now, though. Upon seeing that the boy he was tutoring had a past history of violence. How is this possibly okay?

"Today, I'll escort you to Blaine's quarters. You'll be introduced to him and whichever of his friends are out and about. I'll be with you all of today or until you tell me it is alright for me to leave. Don't be afraid to say that you're uncomfortable, Kurt. It won't do well to keep that a secret. I know that you need community service but if you are in any way uncomfortable, you need to tell me or someone else and we can maybe arrange for you to tutor another boy."

Kurt nodded slowly, leafing through the pages of the file.

"I'm not saying this to scare you, Kurt. I am just making sure you know that you don't have to do anything that you don't feel okay with."

"Thank you, Mr. Williams." Kurt did feel a lot better after Don's words.

"Please," He smiled warmly at the boy, "Don. Mr. Williams is my father, and I can't stand the man!"

Kurt laughed, "Thank you... Don." He corrected himself.

The phone rang, then, abrupt and loud. Kurt jumped a bit, but Don showed no reaction other than grabbing the receiver and putting it to his ear.

"Hello?" Don answered, "Okay, thank you, I'll be there right away."

Hanging up the phone, Don stood up immediately, moving around the desk, "I'm sorry Kurt, I'll be�right�back. Take a minute to carefully peruse Blaine's file, I won't be more than five minutes." With that, he left.

Kurt stared at the papers in his hand, not really sure where to start. He searched the file for a picture of some sort, to get a feel of who he was dealing with. Unfortunately, there were not photos, but he found a description of the boy.

Height: 5'8"
Age: 17
Weight: 164 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown

That was general enough, Kurt mused. At least he wasn't 6'2", 240 pounds. Kurt was a lot less frightened knowing that Blaine was actually�shorter�than him.

He read on, finding that his parents names were Henry and Francine, that his father was actually the head of a rather illustrious marketing firm, and his mother was a charge nurse at a local hospital. Kurt wondered what kind of hit Blaine's father must have taken when people found out that his son had committed more than a few crimes and was placed at Dalton Reform School.

He continued to the next few papers which contained his school grades and any instances of acting out. It seems that there were a few disruptions on his part, but Kurt was pleased to see that none of them had turned violent. Blaine's grades had surprised him. Don told him that he was bright, but Blaine literally had all A's except for French and Chemistry; which he had D's in.

How could someone this smart go down such a horrible path? Kurt started to wonder about the events that led up to Blaine being sent to Dalton. He rid himself of the thoughts quickly, though. He shouldn't get involved. Yes, he should be educated about Blaine; that's why he was reading his file. But he needn't get too interested in his life. He was doing this for community service as a necessity to graduate.

Get in, tutor, and get out. That was the mantra that filled his mind ever since he signed up for this.

Before he realized it, Don was back, standing in the doorway, his regular smile plastered on his face. "Alright, Kurt! If there aren't any questions, we should get going and meet the boys!"

Kurt shook his head, and got up from his chair, "No questions, Don."

"Grand! Follow me!" He instructed, before leading Kurt down the hallway of the second floor.

As they advanced forward, Kurt dared glances to the doors that they were passing. Each had a small window that allowed Kurt to see into the room, but most of them were dark. As they reached the end of the hallway, to their right was a large metal door with a keypad next to it.

"I'll be sure to give you the code to open this door before you leave today; just so you don't have to have someone open it for you when you come to do your tutoring." Don explained as he entered the six-digit number into the keypad.

Kurt heard a beep and then a loud thud indicating that the door was now unlocked. He jumped slightly at the loudness of the sound and the fact that he hadn't been expecting it.

Opening the door, Don held it for Kurt to walk through after him.

"Thank you." Kurt said politely.

"No problem, m'boy!" Don turned around to face the expanse of hallway. "Now let's see here..." Don pulled his PDA from his pocket and studied it for a second. "Ah, yes! Blaine is scheduled for recreational time right now. Perfect! It will give me a chance to properly introduce you two."

Don traveled forward, indicating for Kurt to follow. They walked a few yards and stopped at a door to their right. Kurt noticed the sign to the right of the door read, "Rec Room".

He peeked through the small window of the door as Don fumbled to find the key. "Oh, and we'll give you a copy of this key as well. As for any of the other rooms, you'll have to get a supervisor to let you in. There are six supers total, but there should only be two in here right now. I'll introduce you."

From what Kurt could see, Don was right; there were two supervisors. There were also five students -he guessed, considering they were obviously all around his age- and one security officer.

All eyes were on them as the door opened. The men in the room continued their chatter but it could not be mistaken that the bulk of their attention was on the two that had just entered the room.

Kurt tried to pick out which of the five boys was Blaine but from the vague description in the file, he could see that�three�of them could be him.

The boys were wearing matching red Polo shirts and black jeans; the mandatory uniform set by Dalton. The supervisors were in orange t-shirts with whistles around their neck and tan slacks.

Kurt seriously hoped that he did not have any sort of dress code for his tutoring because there was�no�way he was wearing�either�of those outfits. They would be getting quite an earful if that happened to be the case.

Kurt was careful not to look any of the boys in the eye fearing that it might set someone off if he accidentally looked at them the wrong way or something.

"Ralph!" Don called and one of the supers came over to them.

"Yeah, Don?" The young man, presumably named Ralph, asked. He was no older than twenty-five and was not too bad to look at. Tall, buff, dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes. Yes, he was definitely attractive. Not at all Kurt's type though, not that he was there to gain a boyfriend; and not that Ralph was even�gay.

"Ralph, this is Kurt; Kurt, Ralph." Ralph smiled, holding his hand out. Kurt took it in him own for a proper greeting.

"Kurt is Blaine's new tutor." Don kept his voice low, though Kurt didn't know why.

"Ah," Realization was evident on Ralph's face, "I remember getting that email now." He chuckled. Kurt forced a smile. He really just wanted to meet Blaine so he could determine the level of threat that he felt Blaine was to him.

Kurt could vaguely feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of his head, but he ignored it as Ralph called over the other super to introduce him.

"Andrew." The older man said, gesturing for yet another handshake.

"Kurt." He spoke for the first time since he entered the room. "Nice to meet you both." His voice was soft.

He saw Ralph and Don whispering to each other but couldn't figure out what they were saying.

"Don't mind them," Andrew winked, "they like to be secretive all the time even though they�know," he paused, taking a breath, readying himself to escalate his voice, "Secrets don't make friends!" He joked.

Don and Ralph rolled their eyes at Andrew and gave a hearty laugh. Kurt laughed as well and soon they were interrupted by a boy with curly, brown hair.

Kurt might have admitted that the boy was attractive had he not known that he was a criminal. Just the thought made him feel so guilty.

"Having a good laugh are we?" The boy's right eyebrow shot up, his gaze never wavering from Kurt's face. Kurt was trying very hard to avoid eye contact still unsure and so very new to everything that was going on.

"Blaine." Don's tone was that of a warning.

A gasp escaped Kurt's throat as he realized that�this�was the boy that he'd be tutoring. His resolve crumbled and he gave in, looking Blaine in the eye.

The sharp intake of breath that followed immediately after his venture to Blaine's eyes was a betrayal. He cursed himself for not being able to hold in his emotions. The intensity of the look in Blaine's eyes was way too much for him, though, and he found himself feeling very insecure and exposed.

Blaine was practically undressing him with his eyes, and usually Kurt would find that absolutely appalling, but instead he was just left breathless.

"Don." Blaine responded without deterring his eyes from the steady route they were taking as they raked up and down Kurt's body.

"Blaine." Andrew warned again, "Butterfly."

The word, as out of context it may seem to Kurt, appeared to trigger something in Blaine's mind and he grimaced.

"Oh, fuck off, Drew." He scowled, looking at the ground.

Drew laughed, alleviating some of the tension, making Kurt feel a lot more at ease.

"Oh, that's rich." Andy's laughter could not be contained, "I've never gotten to do that before." He was virtually doubled over in laughter and Blaine just glared at him.

"Drew, I would shut the fuck up if I were you." Blaine informed him and Kurt saw that he wasn't actually threatening him with anything.

Blaine's tone may have been dark, but his face showed his insecurities. He was embarrassed.

"Well, while Andy dies of laughter, I guess now would be a prime time for an introduction." Don spoke over the loud laughter.

"Blaine," Ralph began. Blaine's face lit up, looking between Kurt and the supervisor, "This is your new French and Chem. tutor, Kurt. Kurt, this is Blaine Anderson."

Kurt glanced back at Blaine, whose eyes were dark and the smirk on his face could only be described as wicked.

"Ooh." Blaine cooed in delight. He took Kurt's hand that was laying limp at his side and brought it towards him. Kurt's eyes widened and the three older men watched carefully.

"Moan cherry." He said before placing a soft kiss to the back of Kurt's hand.

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed, and his head was swimming and it was hard to think but he was really trying. Moan Cherry? What the hell was that supposed to-�oh.�Finally understanding what Blaine was�trying�to say to him he laughed. Loudly. And he couldn't stop.

If he could stop, he'd see Blaine's face, confused and somewhat hurt but masked by an angry frown.

Calming himself down, Kurt tried to even his breathing out, "Mon ch�ri." Kurt amended with a soft smile. He had to admit; Blaine's lack of knowledge in reference to the French language was kind of endearing and, dare he say,�cute.

And, he totally, absolutely could�not�still feel the slight brush of Blaine's lips against his hand.�Nope.

Blaine rolled his eyes, an obvious effort to hide the faint redness Kurt could see gracing his cheeks.

"What the fuck ever, you knew what I meant."

Kurt smiled despite Blaine's defensive behavior and foul language, "Indeed I did." He paused, "You were close..." He gave a reassuring smile, and -without thinking- lifted his right hand to rub one time down Blaine's left arm.

The way Blaine looked at him then... it was a look that he'd never forget. This look wasn't dark, or hungry, or needy, or any of those things that had been portrayed when Blaine first saw Kurt.

This look was much softer. His eyes spoke volumes about him but before Kurt could process it all, it was gone.

Blaine glanced around the room anxiously before spotting another one of the students. "Wes, my man. A minute pour fay-vor." Blaine was obviously not very good at Spanish, either. A devious smile took over his features, "I have many things to discuss with you." Blaine finished, adopting a fake Italian 50's gangster accent.

Kurt took his eyes off of Blaine as soon as he sat down in a chair, backwards, chatting with Wes. His eyes moved back to Don and the supervisors, who seemed to be waiting for Kurt to say something.

"Hm?" Kurt asked, his attention now fully on the three men.

"Maybe Blaine isn't the right match." Don spoke delicately. Kurt noticed he looked a bit uncomfortable.

Kurt's eyes widened, "What? That- no! Of course he's a good match. He needs tutoring in French and I'm fluent. And Chemistry is my third best class, I have an A minus!" He assures them hurriedly. He's not really sure why he feels the need to stay Blaine's tutor. He just knows that he didn't feel threatened by Blaine. He felt like... he didn't know; but it was good.�Very�good.

Ralph sighed, "We have to be honest with you, Kurt."

Kurt's stomach twisted. This was the part where they say they don't want a gay kid tutoring one of their students, right? Well, Kurt wouldn't stand for that.

"Blaine, well... he's a huge flirt." Oh. Well... that was not what Kurt had been expecting. And it kind of started a flare of anger in him. Not at the supers, but at Blaine. He shouldn't be going around flirting with random guys and- oh God.

What if it didn't stop at just guys? Blaine probably wanted to hump anything with a pulse.

"As you saw, he flirts with every new tutor... but..."

"But most of them can't return the feelings?" Kurt finished, narrowing his eyes, suddenly on the defensive.

"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I'm going to do anything... inappropriate with Blaine."

Andrew's eyes go wide, "Whoa! Hey! No one said that. We just... don't want him to be... distracted and... it's obvious that you... interest him."

Kurt rose an eyebrow. Blaine is interested, eh? Well then... no, wait! He shouldn't be getting caught up like this. Go in, tutor Blaine, get out; his agreement to himself.

"Well, I assure you all that�I�am not interested in�him, so you have nothing to worry about."

They all looked skeptical, but nodded at Kurt in understanding.

"If you're sure about this..." Don started but Kurt interrupted.

"Very sure." he spoke confidently.

"Very well." Don sighed in exasperation, "Blaine!"

The boy looked up at the mention of his name, smirk firmly in place.

"Boys?" He questioned to the three in charge.

"Please be kind and introduce Kurt to your friends."

If Kurt thought the intensity was bad before, he was sorely mistaken as he and Blaine locked eyes once again. Kurt almost had to stop his knees from giving out or he would be lying in a puddle of goo on the floor.

He didn't understand this power that Blaine had over him, but surely he wouldn't let it go too far. He was�not�interested in Blaine, really. He was a criminal, a hooligan, a roughhouser -and yes, he's aware that those terms died forty years ago-. There was no way that Kurt would let himself fall for someone like Blaine.

He was just really, really,�extremely�attractive. That was all. And well, who could really blame him for wanting to be around someone�that�pretty?