Generic Disclaimer: Glee nor Klaine is mine. If you recognize it, it probably isn't mine. Does contain characters from CP Coulter's Dalton in later chapters.

My first real fanfic~! I hold myself in very low-esteem, and will be the first to say that my writing could be better, but I've had people read this and say it was good, so I decided to share it. Warning: My updates are sporadic and since I never know when I'll finish a chapter, I don't know when the next will be up. I'm in the process of writing Chapter Ten now, and it just keeps going and going and going and it's like the freakin Energizer Bunny of chapters. I don't even know. I'll try to post as soon as I can, but I'm slowly unraveling into an emotional wreck, so I dunno when I'm gonna be updating. I apologize for any typos, I'm not perfect.


PROLOGUE: FIRST DAY

Kurt walked into Dalton Academy for Boys, feeling much more invisible than when he had been sent to spy. He scanned the hall in front of him, hoping for at least one familiar face to be there. When there was none, he looked down, fixing his lapel before continuing down the stairs.

"Hey, new kid!" He heard someone call from behind him. He instinctively turned, seeing a simply gorgeousbrunette pushing his way through the mass of teenagers toward him .

The boy's untamed curls flew everywhere, bouncing merrily around his heart-shaped face. Crystal-blue eyes were semi-hidden by both his hair and glasses that looked oddly like tones Kurt had seen in Finn's room after he's seen TRON: Legacy 3D. His tall frame and slim build made his uniform look longer than it was supposed to be. Overall, the boy was quite simply gorgeous.

"Me?" Kurt called, looking up at the boy when the halls finally cleared a bit and the boy got closer.

"Yes, you!" He said, holding his hand out. "My name is Jack Dalton, it's nice to meet you. I'm in Windsor dorm, like you, and am in your grade. I thought you might need some help getting around." The boy said, shaking Kurt's hand quickly but firmly.

"Kurt Hummel. Did you say your name was Dalton? As in-"

"Yes, as in Dalton Academy. One of my grandfathers founded the school, and every
grandson is expected to go here." Jack finished for him.

"Wow." Kurt said, looking down at his schedule. The room numbers of his classes had large gaps between them, and he would bet money that meant they were far away from each other. "Actually, I wouldn't mind some help."

"Great! First period you have…ooh, Madame Blucher for French. Tough. But, she's right next to Senor Fonfria-Perrera, my first period Spanish teach. This way." He said, smiling and leading Kurt quickly to his classroom, going into his own classroom soon after. Kurt smiled, mentally psyching himself for the class ahead.