Fairytale Ending, a glee fanfic

Written for An4st4sia over at tumblr. My first Dalton fanfic. Enjoy! Reviews are appreciated.

Side note: In my headcanon, no one is dead, even though this takes place post-Hell Night.

Disclaimer: Dalton belongs to the brilliant CP Coulter and the song definitely is not mine; it belongs to Brock Baker.

Graduation was the first major event Dwight had to attend post-Hell Night, and yeah, he was a little more on edge than usual. For once it wasn't demons and ghosts that were haunting his mind, but rather memories of a wall covered in pictures and blood and being trapped in a burning building with almost all of his friends, unable to rescue them. It didn't help that the Winsdors had been over-protective and cautious around him since he got out of the hospital a couple months ago; nothing had gone back to normal because they were afraid to argue with anything he said. He hadn't been hunting in weeks, because they never let him go anywhere alone. It was slowly wearing on his sanity—but at least they hadn't touched his salt.

He wanted to see Charlie and all of the other Winsdor seniors graduate, but he just couldn't stand to be around so many people when they would all be watching him out of the corner of their eyes. Instead, he hid in the music room, the last place anyone would look for him. He's picking at the keys of the piano when he feels eyes on him and turns to see Laura in the doorway.

And okay, maybe he was hiding a bit from her, too. Because when the Adam investigation was going on, Dwight's feelings for her were completely platonic. She's Justin's little sister, after all; Dwight doesn't want to be on the White Queen's bad side, especially not after the discovery that Justin's secretly badass. But Laura Bancroft has been stuck in his head since he woke up in the hospital and, okay, maybe he has a tiny crush on her now. It's been driving him crazy.

And, okay, maybe he encouraged the crush a little in his mind, because when he's thinking about her he's not thinking about blood and roses and fire and explosions. She brought him peace.

"What are you doing here?" he asked and almost winced at his lack of conversational skills. The only thing that made him feel better was that he'd never been good at casual conversation, and she liked him well enough before.

"Charlie didn't see you and he got worried. He texted Justin and I told them I knew where you were."

He smiled a little, because of course she did. He'd be surprised if Laura missed anything, because she was brilliantly observant. She'd make a good hunter. "Aren't you going to miss Justin graduating?"

"Nope!" She came over and sat on the piano next to him, smiling happily. "Justin gave me a schedule because he knew I couldn't sit still through all the boring speeches for hours. I've still got almost an hour."

"Oh." He picked at the piano again to fill the silence that fell over the music room. While he'd originally come here to be alone, it was weirdly peaceful sitting with Laura. He liked it.

"I heard you had a big performance at… Parent's Night," Laura commented, glancing sideways at him. His eyes locked with hers for a moment before he turned his gaze back to the piano keys.

"It was just a distraction, really," he told her, blushing slightly. He really, really wished he hadn't done that solo, but… "The twins talked me into it. I had to meet up with you, so I didn't have much time…"

"Justin told me it was pretty awesome. Too bad I missed it."

"Too bad," Dwight echoed. "It was a one-time thing."

"Really?" she asked. "So, if I dared you to sing for me now, you really wouldn't?" There was a challenge in her eyes, but Dwight wasn't prepared to take it.

"Nope."

"Please?" she pleaded. She bestowed upon him the look only a girl long experienced at manipulating her older brother could give, and he felt himself caving.

"…fine." The tune that got stuck in his head as he agreed attested to the fact that he had spent way too much time in Blaine's room—and more specifically around Blaine's iPod—lately, but it was stuck in his head now, so he started to sing.

Every time I look at you
I see a crown your eyes of blue
Love inside so thick with deep emotion

Singing in front of people had always made him nervous—his voice wasn't bad, but he just didn't enjoy it. That was why he'd never joined the Warblers, despite semi-insistent prodding from the Tweedles (when they were bored). But Laura was smiling at little bit at him while he sang, so he obviously didn't sound like a banshee, and he gained a little bit of confidence.

I hear the words inside your head
The ones you wish I woulda said
The night is out the day is dead
You sway me more violent than the ocean

You are perfect in this light

It was true; she really did look perfect in this moment. The light shined off of her blonde hair and made her eyes sparkle, dancing to the music.

You are the damsel in distress
And I am nothing less
Than your knight in tattered armor
So, take my hand
Oh, baby come on
And we will run through the open fields
You and me
We will be living
In a fairytale ending

Dwight was starting to realize that maybe his mind had picked this song because it was slightly relevant—to their situation, to how he felt about her.

He stood from the piano bench and offered her his hand. She took it after a moment and let him pull her up, spinning her around as he continued to sing.

When we touch I feel your heart
Beat inside your chest it starts
Making me wild without a hesitation

I cannot contain this love
As strong as the hand of God above
More powerful than the kings of any nation

He twirled her around again and she laughed in delight. Okay, so maybe the sound of her laugh was a little bit musical—but he definitely didn't think that, because he so was not that cheesy.

And you are the damsel in distress
And I am nothing less
Than your knight in tattered armor
So, take my hand
Oh, baby come on
And we will run through the open fields
You and me
We will be living
In a fairytale ending

Dancing to Panic! at Parent's Night had been fun, and a high, and a little bit terrifying, but it had nothing on dancing with Laura Bancroft. Dwight wasn't a good dancer, not at all, but she stepped perfectly in time with him. The feel of her almost-kind-of-sort-of in his arms was a bit distracting and infinitely more exhilarating than running from all of the teachers and holding up an act all at once.

When the dark gets too dark
Then I will be your light
When the pain's too great
Then I will be your fight
When you're blind to love
Then I will be your sight, oh
I will be your knight
In tattered armor

It felt almost like a promise when he sang it, one that he wasn't sure he could keep, but at the same time he sort of understood why all the couples in love always wanted to sing to each other. Not that he was in love (not yet, his brain supplied unhelpfully), but it felt…really nice.

Even if she liked him, they probably wouldn't work. She lived in England and he lived here, and Justin would be gone next year, so Laura wouldn't have any real reason to sneak into Dalton. But right now Dwight really, really hoped that something could work—someday, somehow.

Yes, you and me
We will be living
In a fairytale ending
Yes, you and me
We will be living
In a fairytale ending

A fairytale ending

After everything they'd been through, he really wanted a happy ending. He'd been the hero enough times this year; it didn't feel like too much to ask for.

Welcome, welcome, welcome
To happily ever after

The song came to a close and he released her, not letting his reluctance to let go of her show. She clapped, filling the sudden silence, and he blushed. "You're good," she told him.

"Thanks." He couldn't think of anything better to say, but she didn't seem to require more words.

Instead, Laura took his hand and dragged him to the door. "Come on!" she insisted when he froze up—she was holding his hand! "We're going to miss Charlie if we don't hurry," she told him. "His last name starts with A."

Dwight nodded and they raced off, and he wasn't even worried about how mad everyone would be that he'd run off, because this moment was so totally worth it.

And okay, yeah, maybe he was a little bit in love with Laura Bancroft.

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