Ok so this is an idea I had for a series of one-shots. It's going to be centred around various members of ND visiting Kurt at Dalton. They're going to be standalone oneshots, but because I can't pick a favourite character aside from Kurt, I decided to do all of them.

So chapter one is going to be Rachel.

Please read, review and enjoy!

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Kurt was sitting in Warbler practice bored out of his mind. Dalton was a lot different to McKinley, and Kurt was having trouble fitting in. While nobody was openly hostile to him, he could tell that he didn't fit the mould of the perfect student, and he felt like an outcast.

He was brought out of his daydream by a shrill female voice in the distance. Kurt frowned. That was odd. Dalton was supposed to be an all boys school.

Wes broke off his speech about Sectionals as the voice got closer to the choir room.

"Hey! HEY! You! With the blazer! Where is the Warblers' choir room?"

Kurt thought he recognised that voice.

"And where is Kurt Hummel? I have urgent matters to discuss with him." Kurt froze as all the heads in the room turned to him. That wasn't-

"What do you mean, 'the gay one'? You had better not be giving him any trouble. I have two gay dads."

"Hey Kurt," said Blaine, "Isn't that Rach-"

The doors were thrown open with a bang, and in strode Rachel Berry.

"Kurt Hummel, you have a lot to answer for!"

Kurt sighed, and cast an apologetic glance towards Wes, who didn't look happy at having his meeting disrupted.

"Rachel Barbra Berry, you had better have a good reason as to why you are in the Warbler choir room."

Rachel stopped in front of him.

"It is entirely your fault, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," there were a few snickers at Kurt's middle name. "That we don't have enough members for Sectionals and we were planning to do this song that would be perfect for your voice, well, and mine as well of course, you might know it, it's-"

"RACHEL," Kurt interjected. "Competition, remember?" He said gesturing to the rest of the Warblers, who looked positively gleeful at the idea that the New Directions didn't have enough members to compete.

Rachel opened and closed her mouth a few times.

"Rachel, care to explain why you are in our choir room?" Kurt asked with an amused expression on his face.

"I'm here to bring you back to McKinley of course!"

"No Rachel. I can't," said Kurt, looking around the group of Warblers, most of whom didn't know why he had transferred.

"Kurt, Puck and Finn and the other guys are willing to do that Secret Service thing, and all of us will accompany you at all times, obviously not the whole glee club all the time, because that's impractical, but-"

"Rachel," Kurt interrupted, gently. "I can't. I wish I could, but I'm not safe there."

The Warblers exchanged a few looks.

"Kurt, we can protect you from getting beaten up-"

"Rachel-"

"And the guys on the team are going to talk to Karofsky and Azimio-"

"Rachel he threatened to kill me!"

There were a few gasps at this.

"Kurt, he wouldn't actually-"

"That doesn't matter Rachel-"

Their argument had escalated to a near shouting match.

"We can protect you-"

"Rachel you don't understand-"

"We need you for Sectionals-"

"Rachel, I can't."

"Kurt, just think about it-"

"RACHEL-"

"Go on then Kurt! Why? What can be so bad that you can't come back? Becau-"

"HE KISSED ME RACHEL!"

Kurt clapped a hand over his mouth. Rachel was staring at him in shock.

"What?" Rachel asked tentatively.

"Don't make me repeat it."

The Warblers were muttering to themselves, with concerned looks on their faces.

Kurt was going red.

"A closet case!" Exclaimed Rachel. "We can host a gayvention!"

"NO! Rachel, I appreciate you trying to help, but just no."

"But Kurt-"

"This conversation is over Rachel. I can't go back to McKinley with Karofsky still there. End of."

"Kurt-"

"No Rachel," Kurt interrupted. "Look, just go home, ok? I appreciate you coming to visit, but I think you should juts go home."

"I...fine." Conceded Rachel angrily. "Have it your way."

And with this, she turned on her heel and stormed out. He could vaguely hear her shouting at one poor boy a few corridors away.

Kurt was left standing in the middle of the Warbler choir room.

He noticed the other Warblers staring at him, and he realised that he had told them. About the bullying at McKinley. About Karofsky. About the kiss.

"Kurt-" Wes began, but he was cut off.

"I'm sorry, Wes, but I can't attend rehearsal today." Said Kurt, picking up his bag.

"Kurt-"

"I'm sorry."

Kurt quickly left the choir room before the Warblers noticed the tears building in his eyes.

Rachel was going to be the death of him at some point.

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So, worth continuing?