Blaine snapped back into the room when the chair beside him scrapped back and a bag dropped onto the desk.

“Can I sit here?”

Blaine looked up to see a still-smiling Nick looking down at him, dark green eyes locking with his.

“Sure, sure.” Blaine replied, signalling to the chair for him to sit down.

“Great! Thanks!” Nick said with more enthusiasm than anyone he’d ever heard in his life.

After the rest of the class had filed in, and the teacher had set the class a task and momentarily left the room, Nick dropped his pen and turned to face Blaine. Blaine lowered his pen too, but kept it between the tips of his fingers to fiddle with.

“So how do you like Dalton then, Blaine?” Nick grinned.

“It’s alright so far. People are,” he hesitated before adding, “nice. People are nice, so far anyway.”

Nick nodded in agreement and never let the smile falter from his face. “Yeah people here are cool. I transferred too, last January, so I know what it’s like to be new. I mean, I know that Seb and Marc will look out for you but if you need someone more out of the loop, feel free to come to me. I’ll help you out.”

Blaine said thank you and smiled back, but he couldn’t help to notice how Nick said ‘out of the loop’. Out of the loop? What did that mean? At his old school, the ‘loop’ had been the popular people and the sluts who manipulated whoever they wanted whenever they wanted, but Sebastian and Marc seemed way too nice to be like that, and they obviously weren’t sluts. Blaine’s mind ran over the words a thousand times over and over, before Nick spoke again.

“What did you think of French class? Professor Jeanette can be a bitch sometimes but man is she a good teacher.”

“Yeah, yeah it’s alright. I’m not good at French; I flunked it completely last semester. She’s making me take tutoring periods from that guy…Kurt Hummel.” Nick scoffed and laughed under his breath.

“Oh tough break there, man.”

“What?” Blaine leant his head down, angled towards Nick.

“No, no don’t worry. Hummel’s a good guy. He’s real smart;
you’ll get a good grade with him. But yeah, just…be careful, will you?”

“W-what?” Blaine stuttered, immediately embarrassed by his obvious anxiousness.

Nick put his head down and licked his lips and it seemed to Blaine like he was fighting his inner conscious, but he put his head back up and looked directly into Blaine’s eyes again, his killer smile nowhere in sight.

“Hummel’s a great guy, Blaine. I mean that. But you’re new, and he runs this place. I mean literally, his great great grandparents founded Dalton, and he takes this whole world pretty seriously. The Upper East Side is practically his kingdom. Everyone here answers to him, and when you have parents like Burt Hummel and Carole Hudson, you get what you want. His dad is editor in chief for one of the biggest fashion magazines, and it means fuck all to him. He wants his own fashion line; he wants his own house, he wants his own everything and no one or anything can stop him from getting it. He seems harmless right now, I know. But he has a reputation to uphold. He’s known very well around here. Different guys coming out of his apartment every morning, different guys he’s sucking off in the bathroom and he manages to do it all and keep straight A’s. He’s just…not exactly who he makes out to be.” He hesitated again. “No, no. He’s everything he makes out to be. He hides nothing, and that’s why he’s dangerous, Blaine.”

“I’m not scared of him, Nick.”

“That’s what worries me. He’s more powerful than you think, what seems like friendliness from him, that’s just him luring you in.”

“Are you okay? This seems more personal than me.” Blaine commented.

Nick closed his eyes tight shut and opened them again.

“No, Blaine just. I-I’m just trying to warn you. Just
please listen to me.” He pleaded.

Blaine could practically feel the urgency coming through his voice, so he nodded.

“Okay, I’ll be careful.”

“Anderson. Matthews.” The teacher snapped, looking down at them from the doorway.

Nick sat forward and picked up his pen, scrawling sentences onto the paper. Blaine leant forward too, pushing his pen back into his hand and pretending to write something. The teacher left the room abruptly after that, and Blaine looked up from his paper to Nick. Nick didn’t falter writing but Blaine watched as a single tear rolled down his cheek. Nick wiped his chin sloppily when he felt it fall there, but he didn’t look up to Blaine, he just kept writing. Blaine gulped and turned back to his work. There was more to this, there was more to everything Nick had told him.

Sometimes the past isn’t something to dive into. Not when you’re hours away from everything you’ve dreamed of.

As the bell sounded, Nick was up and out of his chair, and headed straight for the door. He didn’t wait for Blaine, he didn’t even offer to walk him to meet Sebastian like Seb had asked, he just needed to get out of that room.
Once he’d reached the end of the corridor, he took out his phone and tapped in a message.

Where are you? I need you, it’s bad. –x

Nick stared impatiently at his phone, eyes only glancing up when he felt people walking closely to him, suddenly feeling very inferior to everyone at this school. It was an unwelcome, familiar feeling. His phone vibrated in his hand and he pressed the message symbol.

I’m in my dorm, come on up. Smile, everything will be okay. –x

Nick clicked his phone locked and slipped it back into his pocket. He heard a faint voice behind him, calling out his name, but he didn’t want to talk to anyone else right now. Jeff, he just needed Jeff.

He walked the familiar route to his boyfriend’s dorm, up three flights of stairs. When he reached the corridor, he slowed down to a stop and put his hands on the railing of the balcony. He put his head on the cool wood between his arms and sighed deeply. He felt a set of hands on his waist, and a soft voice behind him.

“Come inside, everything’s okay, come on.”

Nick’s fingers gripped the side of the wood and then he let go, pulling himself up, and allowing himself to move into the other boy’s grasp. They walked into the dorm room, and Nick walked over to the sofa, where he slumped down as he heard the door click.

“Jeff, it’s happening again-It’s all happening and you-you can’t,”

Jeff hurried over, curling in next to him and moving a stray hair from his forehead.

“Shhh, what’s happened?” he whispered, catching a tear from Nick’s cheek with his thumb.

Nick laughed, finding it ridiculous that he was crying over this. He was a crier though, everyone knew that, and he found ways to live with it.

Jeff pressed a small kiss to his shoulder, and rubbed soothing circles on his back, but didn’t say a word.

“Kurt’s tutoring Blaine in French, and” he paused for a moment. “and I’m scared. I can’t watch this happen again, I can’t. He doesn’t have you like I did.”

Jeff smiled a small, sad smile. “Like you do.” he corrected. “and like you always will.”

Nick looked down and smiled, and then tilted his head to rest on Jeff’s shoulder, curling into him more.

“Nick, you can’t protect him. I know you want to, but you can’t.”

“I can’t watch it happen.” he whispered. Jeff sighed and pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“It’s gonna be okay. Even if this goes the hard way, which it seems to be, things will be okay in the end. Take you for example,” he squeezed his shoulders with his arms. “you’re just fine. You’re sort of perfect actually.”

He felt Nick grin into his chest, and he relaxed a bit.
“Only because I have you.” Nick replied softly.

MIA: Our favourite sweetheart couple missing in action. Nick and Jeff skipping class together? Boys, please. Having sex during the day? We thought you’d moved away from Kurt’s trio.

Blaine watched as Nick grabbed his bag, shoving paper into it as he left the room.

“Nick.” He yelled, trying to get him to wait.

Blaine snatched his bag and headed for the door, trying to keep up with Nick, but he was already out of sight.

“Nick! Nick!” Blaine repeated, ignoring the staring looks around him.

He felt a warm palm grasp his hip and a hot breath by his ear.

“Don’t sweat it new kid, he’s gone.”

“Are you stalking me now or something?” Blaine quipped, turning around out of his grasp. He noticed immediately how Sebastian and Marc were stood at his side.

“You can go,” Kurt commented, turning his head towards Marc. Sebastian gripped Marc’s hand and they walked down the corridor. “See you later Blaine,” Sebastian added, and then they were out of sight.

Kurt smiled slyly, “So, I heard you have no more lessons this afternoon.”

“Wow you really are stalking me, little bit creepy.”

Kurt leant forward, grinning. “Don’t act like it doesn’t turn you on,” he whispered.

“You’re sort of disgusting, Hummel.”

Kurt stood back and chuckled. “Didn’t realise we were on second name basis already. Maybe by tonight I can have you screaming my name…” he winked.

Blaine scoffed, but grinned. “You’re pretty cock sure.”

“Nice wording.” Kurt took a step closer to Blaine, and ran his finger up and down Blaine’s forearm. “What do you say; we get started on this French then? I’m free now, you’re free now, and my dorm’s free now.”

Blaine gulped hard, dropping his eyes to Kurt’s finger on his arm. Kurt cocked his hip.

“What do you say, new kid?” He pressed.

“Sure.” Blaine said, grinning.

Kurt let his hand slide down Blaine’s arm and glide past his hip before breaking the contact.

“Perfect. This way,” Kurt commented before walking towards the dorm area that Blaine saw before. However, before they got to the main Dorm buildings doors, he took a left turn, leading down a narrow corridor.

“Aren’t the dorms…that way?” Blaine questioned.

“Haven’t you heard? I’m an elite.” He replied proudly.

“You’re what?”

Kurt tutted. “I’m an elite. It means my family are sort of millionaires. We own Dalton, I’m not staying in those shit dorm rooms. I stay down here.” he pushed a door open, revealing a staircase leading downstairs.

Blaine followed, stopping when Kurt reached double wooden doors with a gold door handle. Kurt slipped a key in and twisted it. He pushed the door back and stepped inside.

Letting Blaine pass, Kurt then shut the door and kicked his shoes off. Blaine followed and put his shoes next to Kurt, resting his bag and blazer on the floor as well.
Kurt laughed, shrugging out of his blazer.

“Make yourself at home,” he said, signalling towards the deep brown leather sofa positioned against the right wall. Blaine immediately recognised how it was almost identical to the one which he had sat on just hours earlier in the library. Must be Dalton tradition, he thought.

“I don’t- I don’t have any French books or anything yet.” Blaine added as he sat down on the edge of the sofa.

Kurt laughed. “It’s alright…I think it’s better to learn by…doing.” He winked again; it made Blaine a little anxious but in such a good way. Blaine didn’t reply and
Kurt didn’t seem to care, he shrugged out of his shirt to reveal a simple tight white Abercrombie & Fitch tee. The shirt gripped his muscles intensely, making Blaine’s eyes drop a little to his abs. When Kurt put his hand on his hip, Blaine looked back up to his face and realised Kurt had noticed everything he was leering at.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He quipped.

Blaine glared. “Are we gonna do this or not, because I’ve got places to be.”

Kurt coughed a laugh. “Oh hardly. You’re new to the city, don’t act like I don’t know that you live off campus, with your family, and the only place you’ve got to be is home in time for dinner so your precious daddy doesn’t get worried about you.” Kurt teased, sitting down onto the sofa, extremely close to Blaine. Blaine wriggled towards the edge a little bit, feeling a bit too close, but Kurt put his hand out onto Blaine’s knee and whispered into his ear.

“You didn’t actually think we were going to study…did you?”

Blaine smiled. “Wow I guess the rumours are true.”

Kurt leant back a little bit and let his hand drift onto Blaine’s thigh. “What’ve you heard?”

“I heard you’re a whore,”

Kurt nodded, “So you talked to Nick then.”

“How did-”

“Mine and Nick’s history, is nothing to do with you, new kid.”

Blaine looked at him.

“You have no idea how much this whole innocent school boy thing turns me on,” Kurt whispered, breath hot against Blaine’s ear. He took his ear lobe into his mouth and sucked gently. Blaine’s eyes fluttered shut and then open again, his breath hitching at the contact. Kurt grinned and pressed a kiss underneath his ear, and then licked a line along his jaw, and then taking his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking hard. Blaine let his eyes fall shut, and allowed himself to let Kurt take over the position. Kurt slipped his tongue into Blaine’s mouth, making the other boy let out a light moan at the intimacy he’d been so used to back in Lima.

“Better make this quick, wouldn’t want Daddy to be worried,” Kurt pouted.

Blaine tensed a bit and pulled back. “I’m not your whore, and I don’t give a fuck about what my dad thinks.”

Kurt grinned. “A whore huh?” he slipped his tongue to lick at the shell of Blaine’s ear again. “Didn’t realise you expected to be paid.”

Kurt reached forward again, mouth latching onto Blaine’s neck. Blaine wriggled out and stood up.

“Stop-I, I don’t want to do this.” Blaine said quietly.

Kurt leant back, sighing heaving. His shirt was slid up a little where Blaine’s hand had gripped his hip, but he didn’t fix it. He lifted his arm to run his hand through his hair, ruffling it a little as his shirt rode up a little more.

“Then leave. Run back to daddy, or to Nick, or Seb, or whoever you think your friends around here are.”

Blaine turned on his heel but then turned back around, conflicted. Kurt didn’t move, he ran his hand through his hair again, and then set it on his thigh, fingertips running up and down gently.

“What was your old school like, Blaine?” Kurt questioned, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Blaine’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Your old school and you. What were you like there?”
Blaine didn’t reply. Kurt leant forward. “Because, I don’t think you’re being honest with yourself. I think we’re a lot more similar than you think.”

“Excuse me?” Blaine spat.

Kurt laughed. “I see right through you, Anderson. You know you could have any guy you wanted.”

Blaine scoffed and walked over to the other end of the sofa, sitting down so his body was facing Kurt’s. Kurt continued when Blaine didn’t say anything.

“You know how I know? Because I’m you, just more experienced and way better at this. I run this school. That much I’m sure you can figure out by yourself. You may have been sex on a stick at your old school, but here,-”

“What makes you think I want anything like that anymore?” Blaine interrupted.

“Oh, so it’s a fresh start you’re here for? How’s that working out for you?” Kurt replied as he licked his lips.

Blaine didn’t reply, he shifted in his seat.

“Yeah, I thought as much. Marc told me that Nick and Jeff were practically clawing at each other to see who thought you were the hottest. It’s pathetic really.” Kurt shrugged it off. “You think you can have everything around here, but you can’t.”

“I just want an education, and then I’m getting out of this fucking city.” Blaine said.

Kurt chuckled. “You won’t leave. Sebastian’s practically moulded you into this group already; you’re on the Upper East Side now, Blaine. You’re going nowhere, and you’re going there fast.” Kurt leant forward. “Let me just tell you one thing. This isn’t Ohio; you’re not on top anymore. You fuck anything up; I will destroy your life. I know how things work around here, you don’t.”

Blaine shrugged. “I don’t want to be a part of your little group.”

“It’s a bit too late for that now, isn’t it.” Kurt winked.

“I’ve been here like 5 hours; it’s not too late for anything.”

“It was late enough when you let Seb and Marc take you to reception this morning, you just had no idea.” Blaine stayed silent. “Welcome to our world, Anderson.”

Blaine gulped and darted his tongue out to wet his lips.

“You’re gonna love it,” Kurt whispered as he leant forward enough to brush their lips together.