HELLO! So this is yet another Glee fanfic from me! This is a fanfic which has officially replaced Uniform. It is totally different from Uniform however it is still Klaine and you will recognise many of the characters that are both in the show and from Uniform. I will endeavour to describe these characters again if you have not read Uniform but that story should explain many of the characters except for Carlie who has been changed slightly for this story.

This is AU (I think that is the correct term, in the sense that while the characters are from Glee, it does not happen in line with the episodes) and the chapters will switch between focus on Kurt and Blaine. In this AU, while McKinley and Dalton battled it out, Kurt never transferred or met Blaine and so Blaine was there when both Sebastian and Hunter appeared on the scene...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or the song that appears here, it is Hey There Delilah by the Plain White T's.

WARNING: this story will cover very sensitive topics and although they do not appear in this chapter, they will occur later on and I wanted to warn you now. I will warn you every chapter but I don't want for anyone to be affected.

This story is dedicated to several people, especially eloquentfever, Magic Of Every Kind and although she isn't on here, I shall only name her as Morgana...so chapter 1 is dedicated to our Merlin magician. I hope you enjoy and do tell me what you think!

January 12th 2012.

The school was silent, no surprise since most people were actually in class. But not Blaine Anderson. He'd missed the first few hectic days back at school due to yet another illness, yet another bout of flu. He hated to admit that it was something as trivial as flu, but when you have a fever of 115, a hacking cough that makes you feel like your lungs will explode then suddenly it doesn't feel as average as your normal bout of flu. Blaine had dumped his things in his room, your average Dalton room that was far too elaborately furnished for a normal teenager's bedroom (but then he had his roommate Trent to thank for that) and changed back into his comfortingly familiar uniform, the navy blue wool with red piping and the badge on the breast pocket hugged him as if embracing an old friend. He had the same schedule as last schedule and so, with a small smile on his face, Blaine smoothed down his gelled curls once more before making his way down the corridor to his history class, his satchel slung across his shoulders but not bouncing as he was used to after he seemed to be bruising easily as a result of it.

Other than the reason for not having seen his friends for nearly three weeks, everyone insisted that it was a family time, was the enormous relief that he was now out of his family's grip. His insufferable brother Cooper, older by just a year and Dalton alumni had flown from LA just to rub it in his younger siblings' faces that he was there. Carlie, younger by a year, was far better company, even better as she too mindlessly hated on their older brother and now they were both back at boarding school, out of the evil clutches. Peeking in at the door of the classroom, Blaine relaxed as he saw the friends he had grown to know, respect and love over the just over two years that he had been there. So maybe he hadn't joined in his freshman year like most of the rest but they had accepted him easily. He knocked on the door confidently before opening it. "Dr Sands, I apologise –"

But the rest of his sentence was lost as the class looked up from their senior year work, recognised the gelled curls and voice before several of them jumped up out of their seats and hurtled towards the new person in the classroom. "BLAINE!"

Not surprisingly, Blaine found himself thrown to the floor by the boys who had abandoned any classroom protocol. A mop of blonde hair told him that Jeff, counter-tenor and fashionista had come into the fray somewhere which meant that Nick would be around. The two of them were inseparable and many could swear that if they both didn't have girlfriends, they would be together. Quite finished with the energetic greeting and feeling far more bruised than he probably should feel from some friendly hugs, Blaine stood once more as the boys made their way back to their seats, some of the closer boys who had not come up giving him high-fives from their seats. He picked up his messenger bag carefully, actually feeling rather bashed and broken than he really should have done, and turned to the teacher. "I apologise on behalf of my friends for that interruption to your lesson Dr Sands."

He mock glared in the direction of his friends but Dr Sands, ever the lenient and understanding teacher, merely smiled and handed Blaine a stack of papers. "It is good to see you again Mr Anderson. Mr Smythe has saved your usual seat for you," Blaine flashed a grateful smile at his 'gorgeously hot' as he described him, boyfriend who let his adorable smirk play on his lips as he waved from his favourite place in the middle row by the window, "and here is the work you've missed. I'm sure that there will be more than a few willing volunteers to help you catch up."

Blaine grinned; there was no doubt about the help he would be offered in the next few days. His 4.0 GPA did not come easily and with a rather distracting boyfriend in all but two of his classes, the start of term might be more difficult than he had anticipated. Nodding to his teacher in thanks, Blaine turned and wound his way over to the free desk that Sebastian had saved for him. it was no wonder, after being in bed for two weeks plus the bruised feeling he had in quite a few places on his body, that Blaine felt a little light-headed as he made it, placing the newly acquired work on his desk before sliding neatly into his seat, trying to ignore the tingling feeling that shot up his spine as Sebastian squeezed his left thigh with his protruding hand. Sending his fellow senior a mock glare, Blaine turned his attention back to Dr Sands who was talking about their latest assignments. As he listened, he felt a ball of paper hit the back of his head which hurt more than usual and Blaine tentatively put his hand to his neck, the paper balls were the only way of Dalton boys communicating in the classroom since the ban on phone usage in the classroom had been implemented at the beginning of the year. When Dr Sands' back was turned, Blaine quickly bent down to get it, feeling a little queasy at the action but he dismissed it as moving too quickly. Opening the note, he had to stifle a laugh at the crumpled note in immaculate handwriting: PLEASE wait until after the lesson for your make out session. Trent's even willing to pay my room a visit he says as long as you don't use his bed. Oh and welcome back. H. Blaine turned around to throw the paper and an amused glare at the new senior in the year, Hunter Clarington, joint Warbler captain with him and one of his close friends. Promptly he threw the paper into the boy's face and then mouthed thanks to Trent who was sitting next to Hunter who rolled his eyes in reply. Mission accomplished, Blaine turned back and started to take notes once again, trying to ignore the throbbing pain that was appearing all over his body.

But about five minutes later, just as they were taking notes on President William McKinley, Blaine suddenly saw a red dot appear on his paper, quickly followed by several more. Sebastian had also noticed this sudden event. "Dr Sands, Blaine's having a nosebleed!"

The teacher looked up from his notes to see that Sebastian was telling the truth and Blaine was now being passed the box of tissues that Nick had grabbed from the teacher's desk to pass back while Blaine held his nose and Sebastian attempted to gather away the notes to avoid further blood appearances on his notes while Hunter checked his pulse. The nosebleed wasn't the first in the last couple of months and the boys had become so practise about looking after their lead Warbler. Dr Sands had a PhD in American media and history but he knew that there was something very wrong with Blaine that was yet to be diagnosed, and it needed to be done so quickly.

"Okay, Mr Ayre can you escort Mr Anderson to the bathroom to clean himself up?" Jeff nodded, Sebastian looking slightly crestfallen but understood the teacher's motives. Dr Sands suddenly changed his mind once again. "Actually, if Mr Connor came with both of you, one of you can stay with him if you need to get the nurse." Nick nodded as well, both boys helping Blaine to his feet and catching him as he almost fell to the floor instantly.

Indeed they didn't even make it to the bathroom before Blaine collapsed onto the floor, dried blood all over his face, hands, the lapel of his jacket and fresh blood was still coming out of his nose. Turning him over into the recovery position so there was a decreased chance of Blaine choking on his own blood, Nick turned to Jeff. "Go get the nurse, or any member of staff who isn't teaching. Something is definitely not right. I'll stay with him until you get back. We ain't going anywhere."

Jeff nodded to his best friend briefly. "You got it Dr Nick. Good thing you know what you're doing, I wouldn't have a clue. I'll be as quick as I can."

And with that, Jeff sped off down the hallway in a frantic search for a teacher. Nick watched him until he had gone around the corner and out of sight before turning his attention back on Blaine who wasn't moving. Blaine's breathing was shallow and he was definitely unconscious. "Come on Blaine, don't fall ill again. We can't lose you and Tom as well." Nick had hazard a hope that Blaine might show some form of reaction at the mention of Tom, Blaine's twin who had mysteriously drowned in the fountain in the school grounds when they were all just sophomores. It was something that was constantly on the minds of all those who still remembered it, no more so than Blaine.

"Blaine, I'll be back in five minutes. I need to see Mr Kampar about that Geography assignment. I think I've lost my sheet." Tom called as he closed the door to the room that he shared with his twin brother.

"Be careful Tom, you're a complete klutz and its getting dark!" Blaine called after his twin but the noise was lost as the door closed.

A mountain of assignment still faced Blaine although he had been plough through it for the past two or three hours, he'd lost count. Blaine always worried about his brother. Tom was a complete idiot in his ability to stand on his own two feet in the daylight, let alone half an hour before curfew and the light was quickly fading. Blaine worked tirelessly until one of the house prefects came and told him it was curfew, the Dalton way of telling boys to go to bed. Neither of them thought very much of the fact that Tom still wasn't back yet, it was usual of him. Exhausted, he collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

He was only woken by someone shaking him. "Blaine! Blaine, get up! For goodness sake get up!" It was only the growing pitch that woke Blaine up. Bleary eyed, Blaine realised it was Nick, a boy who lived two doors down from him, who was shaking him.

"What is it? What's the time?" Blaine reached for his Rolex and realised with a start that it was 6.30am. "What in Merlin's name are you doing waking me up at six thirty in the morning?" Then he saw the fear in the boy's eyes. "Nick, what's happened?"

Nick's voice was shaky. "Harry," it took Blaine a moment to register the name of the head of house, "was going through the list to check that everyone was here and he said that Tom hasn't clocked in." That sat Blaine up.

"What?" even the craziest and daring boys were back in the house at some point in the night. "What about the other buildings? Has he clocked in there maybe?"

Nick shook his head. "Apparently the last place he clocked was out of the humanities block. Think Blaine, where is he? Use the twin telepathy thing you keep saying you have? Where is he?"

Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, hoping for a picture or a word, but there was just blank. "I don't know, I can't hear anything. Why can't I hear him?"

Blaine then grabbed his mobile phone and started to text furiously. "What are you doing?"

Blaine was now looking for his blazer and a torch. "We need backup; we can't cover the entire grounds by ourselves. We can't just leave Tom out there, its November for crying out loud!"

Nick understood Blaine's panic. It was unheard of and against the rules to not be clocked in your house and preferably your room between 11pm and 7am. "You alert Charlie and I'll get Trent and Jeff to get up as well."

He nodded and a minute or so later, there was a tap on Blaine's main door. He went over and opened it and the three boys whom they had decided to use to help them were standing at the door in trench coats and hats, their faces creased with worry.

"What's this about Tom?" Jeff demanded.

All three boys were fully dressed with coats and gloves and scarves and carrying torches, the sun wouldn't start to rise for another ten minutes. Nick explained what he had told and they left immediately and without hesitation.

As soon as they clocked out, the group split up. Charlie, who was feeling protective of his new friend, went with Blaine to cover the area around the main building. Nick bravely volunteered to go around to the darkest corners of the grounds that included the memorial garden and the sports pitches while Jeff and Trent would cover the humanities and arts blocks. The gates were locked at the moment and so there was no way that Tom would have been able to go any further than them. To all 5 boys' relief, the sun started to creep up as they began their search. It was still bitter cold and Blaine was glad of his coat. The main building was a pretty big area to cover but Charlie and Blaine saw little other than the grounds that they had become accustomed to over the weeks. They had just covered the third side of the building when Charlie received a text. Checking it, he paled before pulling Blaine a little roughly back towards the front, a fake smile plastered on his face.

"We better get back to the dorms before Mr Xanthus makes his rounds to check we're all up. I'll get the others."

"We haven't covered all sides yet though!" Blaine protested but the boy solidly ignored him. "Mr Xanthus doesn't care if we go out early, as long as we've clocked in during the night. He's going to be more worried about the fact that Tom didn't clock in at all last night!" Blaine stopped. "What was in that text Charlie? Who sent it? What did it say?"

Charlie didn't answer but Blaine was strong too. He yanked the boy's arm around and grabbed the phone out of his hand. Looking at the text, Blaine paled and ran away in the direction of where Jeff had left. "BLAINE! BLAINE!" Charlie called after the younger boy. "It might not be what the Nick thinks!" He ran after his friend, both fast runners.

Nick had sent the text: Get Blaine back to the dorms and get over to Rose Walk. We think we might have found him.

Rose Walk was the official title for the memorial garden at Dalton between the arts block and the main building. In the summer it was a glorious sight with roses of all different colours all over the enclosed garden. Blaine heard Charlie coming up behind him but he didn't care. He just wanted to make sure that Nick wasn't saying what he thought he was saying. His bare feet pounded on the pebbles that formed the paths around Dalton and he sped up as he came to Rose Walk. He could hear Charlie calling after him but he dismissed it. He just had to be certain, know with his own eyes that this wasn't happening.

Blaine halted as Trent stepped in his way. "Go back to the building Blaine." Trent tried to sound calm but the shock was clear in his voice.

"NO! Let me see him!" Forcing his way past the boy, Blaine froze at the sight in front of him.

Nick and Jeff were bending over the body of a boy in Dalton uniform, soaking wet and wearing the unmistakable Warblers lapel. Nick moved slightly to try and perform CPR and Blaine's heart tore in half as he saw the lifeless form of himself lying on the ground, hair flopping over his closed eyes. Both boys were muttering things to the body but there was no response. Tom looked as if he was asleep, but soaking wet. He was going to wake up soon, Blaine thought desperately. We all are asleep and this would all have been a terrible dream. With a sound that sounded like half a scream and half a sob, Blaine threw himself on his brother. Both boys tried to revive the boy but to no avail, Tom was gone. Blaine sobbed over the body, not caring for once how messy his uniform was getting. Who would do such a thing to a new sophomore? It was exactly what they had escaped their last school for. The twins moved together, not separately. Blaine let the tears run down like a waterfall, now there was only him.

Nick frowned and tried to think of what he could do or say to remind Blaine that he had to fight, fight not to go further into unconsciousness. Then he came up with another idea, cursing himself mentally for not remembering it. "Come on Blaine. Do you remember the Warblers? Please respond!" He grabbed Blaine's hand. "Come on Blaine, just squeeze if you can understand me, if you can hear me." he looked down but there was nothing. "Do you remember what you and Tom sang for your audition?" Nothing, again nothing once again at the mention of Tom, a name that still got stuck in his throat occasionally. It wasn't the ideal place or time but Nick didn't have any other choice if he wanted to keep Blaine. The last time Blaine had gone further than this, he had lost a week's worth of memory.

Hey there Delilah what's it like in New York City

I'm a thousand miles away

But girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do

Times Square can't shine as bright as you,

He could remember the audition very well, as if it was yesterday.

I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah don't you worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely give this song another listen

Close your eyes, listen to my voice it's my disguise

I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

What you do to me

It had been early on in the boys' Dalton careers, indeed it was weeks before Tom…no one had seen Blaine with a guitar in his arms before the audition, at least he thought it was Blaine, people had seen both of them with guitars after that.

Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard

But just believe me girl; someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar

We'll have it good; we'll have the life we knew we would

My word is good

Indeed, thinking about it now, Nick realised he hadn't seen Blaine with a guitar since that night.

Hey there Delilah, I've got so much left to say

If every simple song I wrote to you

Would take your breath away, I'd write it all

Even more in love with me you'd fall, we'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

It was curious what death did to people. Nick had not experienced it personally but he was interested in the psychological area of things like that.

A thousand miles seems pretty far

But they've got planes and trains and cars

I'd walk to you if I had no other way

Our friends would all make fun of us

And we'll just laugh along because we know

That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you

That by the time that we get through

The world will never ever be the same

In fact, aside from Seblaine as they had become to be known, Hunter, Trent, Jeff and himself, most boys in their year were applying for Ivy League Universities.

And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah

You be good and don't you miss me

Two more years and you'll be done with school

And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you

Nick had sent his application off to UCLA nearly two months ago, better early than late.

We can do whatever we want to

Hey there Delilah here's to you

This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

Oh it's what you do to me

What you do to me

As Nick reached the end of the song, he looked helplessly down as he saw no response from Blaine. Luckily he heard and then saw Jeff racing around the corner, pursued by their football coach, Coach Ryland. "Coach was the first person I could find, everyone seems to be teaching right now."

Nick didn't have the heart to retort with a joke of the irony that it was lesson time but it did seem as if the coach actually knew what he was doing. He knelt down by Blaine and started to check for a heartbeat, pulse and all the vital breathing airways. "Nick, how responsive has he been?" he asked absently as he made all the checks.

Nick was stunned momentarily by the fact that the man knew his name; he had never been the football type. But he recovered quickly and answered crisply after a small cough to relieve the tension in the air. "Not at all since he collapsed sir. I tried everything; including mentioning Tom but there was nothing."

Coach Ryland nodded as the two boys bowed their heads in respect. Pulling out his phone, the Coach pressed a speed dial number before speaking quickly after just a couple of rings. "Ruth, Blaine's fallen unconscious again. It is only just similar to the last time. I'll call for an ambulance once you've arrived. We're on the second floor of Roosevelt. Okay, see you in a minute." He snapped his phone shut and looked up at the boys who both looked rather shocked at the sound of hospital; it wasn't that bad, surely? "Boys I suggest that you both go back to your class. I'll take care of our head boy; we can't afford to lose him as well. You can trust me, can't you? To take care of him? I'll make sure you are the first to be contacted with regards to any change."

Jeff could tell that there was no use in fighting it. With the Dalton head boy potentially hospitalized, it would be up to the deputies to take over his duties while he was away. And he, Nick and Charlie Taylor who had assisted them in the search for Tom and a firm friend of all the boys in the year, were the deputies and they would take on the task once more. They had to maintain a façade that everything was okay, that nothing was the mattered or had happened. So Jeff nodded. "Yes sir. We'll take Blaine's belongings and work back to his room. I know that Blaine would be concerned about that kind of thing." He nudged Nick who understood as the cue to leave. "Thank you sir."

Coach Ryland nodded and the two boys turned and went back down the corridor the way they had come to their class. The boys were working silently and few bothered to look up as they entered. "Where's Blaine?" Sebastian had been one of the few to look up and his question was sharp, fire in his eyes as he stood.

Nick put his hands up in defence and eyed him warily. Most of the boys were aware of the extent of Sebastian's temper and did not want another flare. "He fell unconscious on the way to the bathroom and Coach Ryland and Dr. Garahan are with him, they're about to call an ambulance."

He didn't realise how ridiculous and bad this made Blaine's state sound and Sebastian was up and out of his seat, coming towards them in a flash, some other boys looking up in surprise and shock. Dr. Sands looked rather alarmed at the aggression in the boy's manners but Nick and Jeff knew they could handle it as they stepped in front of the door, barring Sebastian's way. The boy tried to push past the pair, shoving himself against their solid frames. But they stood firm, they knew what they had to do. They just needed someone to take care of Sebastian. But with most of the boys staring at the awkward scene, strangely it was newest face in the group, Hunter, who silently slipped out of his seat and went up behind Sebastian as he prepared for another charge, grabbing the boy's arms and locking them in his steely grip. Sebastian struggled for a few moments before realising that resistance was futile and gave up, his arms hanging loosely by his side and his shoulders slumped. Nick went up and placed a hand on Sebastian's shoulder. The boy had certainly changed since Regionals last year. It was as if something had triggered something to snap inside him and his snarky self was gone, he was much more of a Dalton boy. No need to say that everyone preferred this new Sebastian.

Nick now looked at the ex-Warbler captain in the eye. "Sebastian, it is no use missing class. What would Blaine say or think if he saw us all gathered around a hospital bed as if it was his death bed?" Sebastian nodded, defeated. "He wouldn't be very happy with us missing class for him. You know how he is about that kind of thing." A small smile flickered at the side of Nick's mouth and Sebastian was exactly the same. "We have to be strong, for Blaine we have to be strong."

Sebastian locked eyes with Nick; the latter's eyes full of sincerity and meaning. Eventually he turned and walked back to his seat, the tension in the room dissipating and the history class resumed. Except it would never be the same again. Not that the boys knew that.

What do you think? I would love to know and I look forward to hearing your constructive comments!