Hi! So this is my first story which I originally published on Wattpad (yes, I know)- warnings for themes of sexual abuse, violence and some very small references to cutting/suicide

Disclaimer: I do not own glee, only my OCs. Sorry.

The coiffed haired boy walked nervously behind his father into the large private school, each of his timid steps shaking as he went. Kurt slowly entered the doors, keeping an eye on his dad, one of the few people he knew he could trust. As his eyes darted around the room, he didn't register the beautiful layout or the calming neutral tones as the old Kurt would, instead he searched for the exits and ways to run if he needed to. The glamorous chandeliers along with the detailed artwork went unnoticed whilst Kurt mentally counted the amount of boys who passed them because Kurt wasn't the innocent, unbroken boy from before, instead he was a scared, empty shell of a teenager, silencing himself against a world that had sent nothing but pain his way.

"Yes, I'm Burt Hummel," Kurt heard his dad say to the secretary, funny, he hadn't even realised they'd stopped walking. "I'm here with my son, I think the Dean was expecting us?"

"Of course sir, if you'd like to go through that door at the end, he'll be waiting for you."

"Thankyou." Burt turned and walked down the empty corridor. Kurt surveyed it for a moment, windows decorated the walls but the only way out of the corridor that he could see was the entrance. "Kurt?" He heard his dad call, questioning him to see if he was ok. Kurt nodded and quickly followed him, his dad knocking on the mahogany door before walking in.

Kurt again looked around at the room, it was more spacious in there, giving it a lighter friendlier mood. The peach and blue tones matched eachother well and Kurt couldn't help admiring it before stopping himself, bringing back the thick walls which separated the out and proud Kurt and the shy, crushed boy he was today.

"You must be Kurt Hummel," the Dean said, addressing him first and holding out his hand for a second before realising the timid boy who was staring at it in fear wasn't going to shake it. "And you're Burt Hummel?" The Dean guessed.

"Correct," answered Burt, shaking the other man's hand firmly.

"I'm Henry Grayson and I'm in charge of this school. I'd like to personally assure you Kurt will be safe at this school and will always be in good hands," Kurt began to slowly zone out after that, allowing his father to collect the necessary information, his ears only pricking as the smartly dressed man mentioned the no bullying policy. Kurt assumed this wasn't real although the teacher may want it to be, no school could be rid of bullies- he would always be the victim.

"I have a packed of information for Kurt: it includes his dorm key and number, the name of who he's sharing with, timetable, map and lunch card," Kurt rejoined the conversation again, listening to the man carefully as he saw his dad shift in his seat. The boy immediately glanced nervously around the room, then was stopped by a rush of guilt. He was safe here, remember?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Kurt tensed, freezing like a deer in front of some headlights. No, not a deer actually, a rabbit. People usually usually stopped if they saw a deer. Burt had noticed the change in Kurt's body language and went to place a calming hand on his son's shoulder but drawing it back as Kurt flinched heavily. Instead, he sent a small, encouraging smile his way which the teenager quickly returned.

"Come in," the Dean called, after watching the silent exchange. A dark haired boy entered the room, an uncertain smile on his face as he looked at the Dean.

"Sir."

"Kurt, this is Nick Duval and he'll be showing you around for the first week. He'll also be your mentor so you can ask him any questions you may have as well." Nick turned to Kurt, still smiling and held out his hand but Kurt drew away worriedly. This boy had the body of an athlete which was accompanied with a self-assured smile; Kurt was sure he was just another jock who would make his life hell.

"Nice to meet you, Kurt," the other boy dropped his hand unquestioningly and instead waved friendly.

"If you'd like to follow Nick, he'll give you the tour." The Dean nodded to the door excusing them and the trio walked out. Nick walked in front, allowing a short distance between him and the family as they parted ways. The father and son hugged tightly and Nick couldn't help wishing his father, who barely ever had time for him, was more like the older man. Burt gave his son an encouraging smile, making Kurt promise to visit and text him whenever he could before pulling the teenager into another hug and leaving.

"Kurt?" The blue eyed boy looked at him for a moment, a slight fear in his eyes before silently following him. "So who's your roommate then?" Nick asked politely before remembering the other boy didn't talk and instead he looked at the dorm key which had an a number and letter inscribed on it: W221. "Oh your in Windsor! I'm in that house too and by the looks of it I'm only two doors down. You're supposed to be sharing with Blaine Anderson, you'll like him, he's a good friend of mine," informed Nick as Kurt inwardly groaned. Brilliant, he was sharing with a jock who would probably keep him up half the night and then destroy half his things. Great.

"Jeff's in the room in between us and he shares with Trent, much to my distaste. I've tried to get them to let me swap with Trent for ages but apparently they have a rule about sharing with your boyfriend," smiled Nick, happily as they both walked up a set of beautiful stairs. Wait, this boy was gay? "Anyhow, here's your dorm," the boy said, indicating to a door and putting the key on the slot. Nick wandered into the room with Kurt, eagerly showing him the bathroom and telling him more things about the shared dorm. "You're allowed to put up any posters you want and you can add furniture if you like. There's an ensuite bathroom attached through this door which you can put your toiletries in. I'll come back in half an hour for you for dinner so you can unpack your things in private." Nick left the room, gently shutting the door and Kurt slowly slumped on his bed, avoiding his suitcase which had been carefully placed at the end. He looked searchingly around, taking in the sight. Katy Perry CDs had been stacked neatly on the tall, double bookshelf which held everything from Shakespeare to J.k Rowling and Rick Riordan. Kurt walked over to the Harry Potter books, about to reach out and touch one before he drew his hand back: there was no sense getting his dirty hands all over it and making his roommate hate him more than he already would for having to share part of his room. Instead, Kurt studied the rug on the floor which matched the bold coloured curtains and he couldn't help admiring the risky, yet clever, choice. It was ok to let his guard down when there was nobody around, after all, when he was alone, no one could see his facade crack and the tears pour. The boy turned away from the decorations and the thoughts and began to unpack, breaking down half way through at the sight of the photos of him with his dad before it had happened. He barely recognized the boy in the picture with the smile that actually met his eyes, he missed that boy, he just wanted to return to being normal and whole. The many counsellors he had visited had said he would eventually, but how long would that take? Kurt curled up into a tight ball, leaning against the vanilla coloured wall. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching.

Blaine Anderson crawled out of his bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily and yawning as the cold morning air hit him. He tiredly traipsed over to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to relax his muscles and prepare him for the day whilst he rubbed strawberry and vanilla shower gel onto his toned body. Yeah, it was branded for and targeted at women but he really didn't care, it smelt nice and that was all that mattered to him. After he had washed the bubbly foam off him and shampooed and conditioned his hair, Blaine stepped out, wrapping a blue towel around his waist and walking into his dorm to dry himself and pull on his much loved school uniform. Once he was done, the curly haired teenager pulled out his hairdryer and blew the hot air through his ringlets, allowing it to evaporate the moisture before walking back to the bathroom and peering in the mirror. Huh, his hair was still the untamed mess it usually was. Blaine picked up his comb and carefully brushed the coils before drowning it all in a quarter of a tub of gel. He preferred his hair like this, smart and preened to perfection, it made him feel like he blended in better to the private school which felt more like a home than his real one did.

The boy then checked his watch, knowing he should probably give the room a quick clean and clear some shelves for his new roomie to use. He hadn't been told much about the other boy, only that his name was Kurt Hummel, he didn't talk and Blaine shouldn't push the other boy for answers. The boy was a mystery and Blaine just hoped the transfer wasn't homophobic or a control freak. Of course, he would accept him even if he was and would act polite whenever he were around him, he just didn't want things to be awkward. It wasn't as if Blaine was afraid, he was lead singer of the warblers: he sung to crowds for goodness sake, he just didn't want someone to spoil his safe haven, although he knew this was unlikely.

Blaine was rescued from his thoughts by a knock on the door and a grinning Jeff and Nick entering the room.

"Morning Blainey."

"Jeff, I thought we agreed not to call me that," replied Blaine, smiling his the enthusiastic friend.

"No, I think you mean that you whined and told me to stop. I never agreed." Blaine huffed in reply, amused.

"Me and Jeff were just going to breakfast, do you want to come?" Nick asked.

"Sure," answered Blaine after surveying the room to see if his side didn't look overly messy.

"Blaine, relax," said Nick, guessing at what his friend was looking at, "it's perfectly tidy."

"Yeah, come on Blainey, it looks fine."

"Jeff, I swear if you call me 'Blainey' one more time I will take all your hair dye and hide it for a year!"

"Help me, Nick," answered the other boy, hiding playfully behind his boyfriend.

"You two are going to scare the new kid in seconds if you carry on like this," said Nick, looking fondly at the pair, "now come on, I want my coffee."

The three boys finally walked out the door, Jeff practically skipping as Blaine locked the door and put the key in his Dalton messenger bag. They headed down to the cafeteria, spotting Wes, David and Thad on the way and joining up with them before finding a large table and putting down their things so they could go collect their food. Blaine walked first over to the coffee station, quickly pouring himself his usual medium drip and he couldn't help wondering if his new roommate drank the dark fluid. He shook this thought from his head, instead concentrating on getting his cereal and then walking back over to his friends. Wes and David were chatting together about something, drinking their coffee- both boys didn't like eating this early in the morning, instead opting to have a snack bar between first and second period; Nick and Jeff were both giving eachother heart eyes and feeding the other boy small bits of egg and bacon whilst Thad was talking to Trent who had just joined the table, holding a jam coated slice of toast. Blaine smiled at his assortment of friends, he was closer to them than he was his own family- with the exception of Cooper of course- and he loved them.

"Blaine, you're back! How are you?" Wes asked and Blaine turned to him, allowing himself to get pulled into conversation.

It was four o'clock and Blaine was sitting in maths, desperately trying to understand what the teacher was saying about imaginary numbers but only getting more and more confused. So there are imaginary numbers now? What are they going to tell us next, unicorns are real? Blaine looked down at his pencil, twirling it thoughtfully it his fingers; Nick had just left to show the new kid -no, his name is Kurt- around and Blaine was missing his smart friend who usually explained what the teacher was saying in simpler terms so he could understand as Blaine did for him in biology. It was quite a good deal when Blaine thought about it, this way both boys got excellent grades in everything which their teachers highly approved of.

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Please call me Blaine, Mr. Anderson is my father," he replied, using his instant charm he had learnt from his older brother on the now smiling teacher.

"Ok Blaine," she blushed lightly at the dapper boy, "can you tell me what I was just saying?"

"Honestly Miss, no," he answered, deciding to play the 'innocent' card "I have a new roommate coming today and I guess I got distracted by it. Sorry, I'll try not to let it happen again."

"That's ok, just try to concentrate." Blaine nodded, smiling politely at the woman as Jeff sent him a look from across the classroom which almost shouted 'if-that-was-anyone-else-they-would-had-a-detention'. Blaine merely beamed wider.

The bell eventually rang, indicating the end of today's studies and Blaine hurried out of the door with Jeff, grinning profusely.

"I don't know how you can get away with that," said Jeff, looking at his friend in slight awe.

"Get away with what?"

"Flirting with the teachers!"

"I wasn't flirting, you know I'm gay."

"That didn't seem to stop you back there."

"It wasn't flirting!" Blaine answered indignantly, "it was more the Anderson charm."

"'The Anderson charm', really?" Jeff scoffed.

"You're just jealous."

"Of course I am, whenever I try what you do I get freaked out looks and detentions!"

"And who did you try it on?"

"Mr. Odaire," mumbled Jeff quietly.

"Mr. Odaire?" Blaine erupted into a fit of giggles, Mr. Odaire was one of the oldest and strictest teachers they had at Dalton.

"Hey, don't laugh."

"I'm sorry, I just-" he stopped as he was overcome by another wave of laughter.

"Whatever," he heard Jeff say, blushingly. Blaine was still laughing when the pair reached the commons, slumping into the comfortable sofas.

"What's up with him?" Nick asked, walking into the room with Wes.

"Well..."

"Nothing!" Jeff cut off Blaine, sending him daggers, "I mean, erm...how was the new kid?"

"He's alright, doesn't talk and seems very shy but he looks like a good person."

"So he doesn't have a hunchback?" Wes asked teasingly, referring to Blaine's voiced worries from earlier in the week.

"Or huge, yellow teeth?" said Jeff, joining in.

"What about skull tattoos which cover half his face?"

"Don't forget glowing red eyes which pierce through your soul."

"No," laughed Nick at the boys' antics, "he's perfectly normal."

"Dang."

"In that case, I'm going to go drop off my bag," said Blaine, "i don't particularly feel like dragging it to dinner."

"Bye Blainers, don't get killed!" Blaine turned and looked weirdly at Jeff who was now cuddled warmly against Nick. "What?"

"Nothing," replied Blaine, turning away and heading up the airy staircase and pulling out his key to unlock his door. He slid it through the hole and turned it but to his surprise, it was already open- right. The new kid must be inside. He stepped in and to his surprise heard several heartbreaking cries. He turned the corner to locate the noise and was breathtaken by the sight which met his eyes.