Welcome to my newest fic! I'm not very good at keeping things going but I'll try!
This may contain slight self-harm triggers, but individual warnings will be posted on each chapter.
This is my take on how Blaine Anderson settles in at Dalton with a little bit of help from the Warblers!
An authoritive, kindly woman crept down the corridor towards the hidden auditorium. She met no one in her path. The corridoor was old, very old, and immaculate. When she reached the heavy oak door she waited outside to hear the music from within.
"If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why, can't I?"
She breathed a happy sigh. The haunting melody was beautiful in it's own way. She pressed her ear back to the door to hear them critise themselves.
"Wes, I'm telling you, that was fine!"
"It could have been better though..."
"I agree. We need something more edgy, a little top 40's, a little Katy Perry."
"And where do you suggest we find this Thaddeus?!"
The woman stood up and straightened her blazer, ready to make an entrance.
She was Dean Nichols of Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio.
Her school was sacred, and filled with traditions and wisdom passed through her family, who had always been the Deans.
They wanted to start a school where boys would be raised properly, with manners and acceptance of each other, whilst still understanding that boys needed time to be boys and have fun.
She offered strict boundaries for anyone who stepped out of line, and a home for those boys who's parents didn't want them.
She had a greater understanding of people than they had about themselves. Dean Nichols was proud of everyone in her school, but most of all the Warblers.
They brought people together in ways you can only imagine, through the powers of music. That was why she wanted to talk to them today.
The door swung open, startling most of the boys inside, who were still out of breath from rehearsals.
"Dean Nichols!" They exclaimed happily. She was loved and well respected amongst her boys.
"What brings you here today Ma'am?" David, an afro-american boy asked.
"I wanted to talk to you all about a very serious thing. Please do sit down and get comfortable," She said, gesturing to the leather sofas and chairs around the room. Some of the boys chose to sit on the tables and piano, which didn't bother her.
"At Dalton we pride ourselves in making a safe place for teenage boys. A lot of people come here to escape bullies, or unaccepting parents, or any manner of things. Sometimes these people need a little more help than others to help them settle in and bring them out of their shell. And these people should not be treated differently."
"Dean Nichols, if I could interrupt?" Wes, the gavel-loving leader asks.
She nods affirmitively and he carries on.
"We all know this, and we all love and accept each other here. Have you not heard of our numerous 'Warbler Bonding Nights' and other activities?"
"Of course I have Wes. Why I wanted to talk to you today is because we have a new boy arriving tomorrow. This boy is just getting out of hospital, for reasons I can not say, and will be attending here for reasons that I also can not share with you. But I can tell you that he loves music, and he's going to need all of your support to help get him through this."
The boys looked sombre but optimistic. It wasn't the first time they had dealt with something like this, but it hurt them to see people in distress.
"Wes and David, may I also talk seperately with you for a moment ?"
"Sure Ma'am. Everybody, can you get into groups and discuss your harmonies?" David quietly ordered.
He and his best friend Wes walked over to the corner of the room where Dean Nicholas was.
The two of them had been best friends since elementary school and knew everything about each other. It meant a lot to them to be on the Warbler council together with their friend Thad, who they had also known years.
"Dean Nichols how can we help you?" Wes inquired.
"The new boy will be rooming across from you two for the first week. After that he may be moved in with you. I know this is not the normal protocol," she held up a hand to silence Wes's outburst that was sure to happen soon.
"But this boy needs all the help he can get. Escort him to meals and each of his classes, invite him into the Warblers, hang out with him after school. Make sure he is on his own for as little as possible. And if you hear any strange noises coming from his bedroom, go and make sure he's okay."
Wes and David looked both shocked and confused. They had seen people who had been bullied before but this, this was extreme.
"One more thing!" David said as Dean Nichols turned to leave.
"Yes David?"
"His name?"
"Blaine Anderson."