A/N: Hello guys, this is my first story on here and I hope you enjoy it.
I will be updating a new chapter every Friday, and sometimes a bonus during the week. Feedback would really help! *virtual hugs to everyone*
Warnings: Attempted Suicide
Chapter 1: Meeting The Dalton 4 aka "The Douche 4"
It's been a month at this place and I already feel like killing someone, which I would do… but then they'd know they're getting to me. Oh I forgot to introduce myself, Hey I'm Kurt Hummel, currently a Junior at Dalton Academy- I know what you're all thinking, wow you must be rich and so well off, why are you complaining? Well, it wasn't exactly my choice to join this school, it was fate I guess. It all started one month ago when I was working my shift at my dad's car shop…
"Hey kiddo, do you mind closing up today? I gotta leave early, big date with Carole!" Burt said grinning whilst wiping the grease off his hands with a dirty cloth.
Kurt looked up in surprise; Carole was the mother of one of those meathead jocks Kurt despises. They've been going out on a couple of dates now and then, and he was surprised they had lasted this long.
Ever since his mother died, his dad had been on very few dates, (ones that Kurt set him up on of course) but none of them lasted long due to indifferences and his dads lack of interest in the idea. He'd met Carole at a parent's night in McKinley during sophomore year when Kurt had an obsession with Carole's only son Finn aka meathead. They exchanged numbers and became very good friends.
"Sure dad, have fun." Kurt said as his dad exited the garage.
He got out his iPod, pressing play and immediately zoning out as he changed the tires on his Black Navigator.
Kurt looked up briefly squinting into the distance at a hooded figure seated at the very edge of a bridge surrounded by passing cars. He stood up slowly trying to get a better look at the person.
On the sidewalk near the bridge stood a crowd of teenage boys all dressed in the same attire, all staring at the same thing, the guy in the black hoodie. Kurt quickly removed his overalls, and shut the doors of the garage.
He walked closer to the scene, where he started picking up specific details about the bystanders. Like how they were all dressed in the Dalton uniform. (A school that only the Millionaires of Ohio could afford to attend.) He also realised that most of them were taking photos of the guy sat on the bridge, a few smirking and laughing at him. As for the guy on the bridge, his appearance was battered and his facial expression was of both pain and determination. He noticed that the battered boy also wore the same uniform as the rest, which is when Kurt finally realised what was going on.
He pushed through the crowd and ran to the left of the bridge where the stairs were located. His heart beat fast as he ran up the stone staircase towards the broken boy.
"Ar-are you okay?" Kurt said moving closer, the guy tensed and turned to look at Kurt.
"D-dd-dd-id they send you… to finally get the job done? To kill me?" The boy asked shaking in fear. His eyes bloodshot, the pain evident in each pupil.
"What? I-I'm not here to kill you- I saw you from my dads shop, I'm here to help-," Kurt said before being interrupted by the boy.
"NO- no one can help me, they want me dead, then so be it." The guy said standing up, Kurt heard the cheers coming from below the bridge.
"It was nice meeting you; it's good to know that there is some good in this stupid excuse of a town." And before Kurt could answer the boy took a step forward into mid air, losing all control- gravity had taken over.
Kurt rushed to the edge as the boy fell an inch before grabbing him by the shoulders. By now people had gotten out of their cars and stood watching the scene unfold before them. Police cars and Ambulances accompanied the space below the bridge and before he knew it, a pair of arms pull him along with the boy, Kurt held him firmly by the material of his hoodie dragging them down onto the safe land. The Dalton students were long gone and only members of public stood before them. Kurt helped the first response officer to carry the boy into the back of the Ambulance.
"C-can I come with him?" Kurt asked, pleading the officer.
"Alright" The guy said letting Kurt in at the back, before slamming the back doors roughly.
Kurt took a seat next to the gurney and stared at the boy sadly.
"Why did you help me?" The boy whispered. It was quiet but loud enough to startle him.
"Why wouldn't someone help you?" Kurt asked softly.
"Because no one ever wants to help me." The boy said sadly, turning to the side as tears started to prick his eyes.
"What is your name?" Kurt asked.
"Jeff, Jeff Sterling." He replied before shutting his eyes for the rest of the journey.
They arrived at the hospital and Jeff was immediately taken to a private room probably due to the fact that he was wealthy.
Kurt jumped as his phone vibrated loudly in his pocket; he quickly reached for it and pressed answer on the screen.
"Hey Kiddo, are you okay? I saw you on the news; Carole and I are on our way over to the hospital." Burt said rapidly.
"The news! Wh-why?" Kurt asked.
"For saving that poor kid from falling from that bridge."
"Oh yeah" Kurt said dumbly.
"We should be there soon, see you later son." Burt said before hanging up
Kurt pocketed his phone and looked around the empty waiting area outside Jeff's room.
A few seats down sat a dark haired boy with a sombre expression plastered on his pale face. He also wore the Dalton uniform however he looked well groomed and put together for a guy of his age.
"Hi, are you here to see Jeff?" Kurt asked as his voice echoed off the walls in the eerily quiet room.
The boy ignored his presence and continued staring downwards.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked in an attempt to start a conversation with this guy.
He looked up at Kurt and sighed. "What do you want?" He asked.
"I-I was just wondering if you were here to see Jeff?" Kurt asked timidly.
"Yes." He replied dryly. Kurt nodded and decided not to push any further.
Suddenly the doors burst open, revealing Burt and Carole rushing through with panic stricken expressions.
Kurt looked up instantly and rushed to hug his dad.
"Hey dad" Kurt said giving him a tight hug.
"Hey kiddo, I've been worried sick about you, is that your friend in there?" Burt asked whilst glancing at the closed doors.
"Uh yeah you could say that." Kurt replied stammering.
The boy in the chair looked up at them bitterly before walking out.
"Where's the kids parents?" Burt asked whilst taking a quick glance at the empty waiting room.
"I don't know, maybe they haven't been contacted yet-," Kurt said but was cut off by Carole.
"That seems very unlikely, this incident has been on the news for an hour or so, and the doctors always contact the patient's emergency contacts, which at his age are usually his parents/guardians." Carole explained.
"Well no one apart from me and that boy-," Kurt said cutting himself off when he realised the boy was gone. "Well the boy that was here, have come to see him." Kurt finished, taking a seat afterwards. As if on cue a man in a suit followed by a woman in a tight black dress, burst through the doors of the waiting room.
"Hello we're looking for our son Jeff?" He said in panic.
"Erm.. He's in there" Kurt said pointing at the oak doors in front of them. They both turned to look at Kurt.
"Honey, that's him." His wife said patting her husbands arm rapidly.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Hummel." Her husband said walking towards Kurt whilst holding out his hand.
Kurt was about to respond when his dad interrupted.
"Hello I'm Mr. Hummel this is my son Kurt, who are you and how'd you know his name?" Burt asked glaring at the man and his wife.
"I- uh, we heard that your son is the one that saved Jeff, it's a pleasure to meet you young man, I am Andrew Sterling and this is my wife Claire Sterling. We owe you so much-," He said before being cut of by Kurt.
"It's okay really; I'm just gunna stick around to see if he's okay." Kurt said.
"Is Jeff a friend of yours?" Mr Sterling asked. "Uh no not really, I actually met him today whilst the incident was happening." Kurt replied.
"Oh." Mr. Sterling replied sadly. Suddenly a nurse exited the room Jeff was in. "He is allowed 2 visitors at once." She said before walking back inside.
Mr and Mrs Sterling were the first to enter; they spent almost half an hour in there before exiting.
"It was nice meeting you." Mrs. Sterling said leaving the hospital with her husband.
"They aren't going to take him home?" Burt asked with a worried expression.
"Dalton is a boarding school I think; maybe he is staying over night for evaluations or something. I better go in then." Kurt replied, slowly walking in to the room.
He closed the door behind him and walked towards the large bed Jeff lay in. The room was pretty homey, carpeted floors, lightly coloured walls and quilted covers.
"Hi." Kurt said quietly.
"Hey." Jeff replied playing with his fingers.
"I hope you don't think I'm some creepy stalker I just wanted to see if you were okay." Kurt said.
Jeff laughed a bit before replying. "I am surprised you are still here but it is a pretty sweet gesture."
Kurt smiled and looked around awkwardly.
"You're probably wondering what happened up there." Jeff said calmly.
Kurt looked up abruptly.
"Let's just say I've been enduring their fun for too long and wanted to give them what they wanted." Jeff said coldly.
"You get bullied?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, you could say that." Jeff said sadly.
"Do you know why they might, you know bully you." Kurt asked.
"The D4." Jeff said smiling bitterly.
"The D4?" Kurt questioned.
"Just a bunch of popular guys, don't worry." He said shifting uncomfortably.
Kurt decided not to push any further.
"I didn't catch your name." Jeff said.
"Kurt Hummel." Kurt replied.
"Looks like I finally have a real friend." Jeff said smiling as his eye lids slowly shut.
Kurt stared down at Jeff for a moment before pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket and a pen, scribbling his number down in the process.
Hey friend here's my number
408-555-1234
:)
Kurt put the note down on the table and exited the room.
The next day started off normally. He woke up at 7, showered and got dressed before heading downstairs.
This is when things got weird. He approached the living room to find a tall man in a charcoal suit seated on one of the couches next to his dad.
"Ah you must be Kurt." The man asked suddenly, standing up and holding out his hand for Kurt to shake.
Kurt stood frozen on the steps. "I am Mr. Cummings, Principal of Dalton Academy; we have a lot to talk about."
Kurt nodded sitting in a single arm chair opposite his dad and Mr. Cummings.
"Let's get straight to it, we want you to study at Dalton Academy on a Musical Scholarship." He said smiling.
"W-why me?" Kurt asked.
"You are well known as of yesterday for saving one of our students- Mr Sterling from an early death. We would love a student of your bravery and inspiration to study at our school. Dalton opens up so many opportunities for our students, we even have an acapella glee club, and with your range we may be able to take home our first nationals trophy in 5 years." He replied.
Kurt smiled thinking about the pros of attending, it would be a good opportunity to finally escape the Neanderthals at McKinley.
"And if I was to accept the offer to this school, when would I start?" Kurt asked trying to mask his excitement.
"If you were to accept, we would give you a tour of the school today, get you settled into your dorm by tomorrow and you should be starting next week, with the rest of the week off." The principle replied.
"I accept!" Kurt rushed excitedly.
"Are you sure you are prepared to leave everything behind Kurt." Burt asked.
"Yeah I mean it's an amazing opportunity." Kurt exclaimed, he hadn't yet told his dad about the bullying at school, so he was completely oblivious to Kurt's intentions of escaping.
"Well if that's what you want…. Then we accept." Burt said, and Mr. Cummings brought out some files for them to sign.
"Okay Kurt welcome to Dalton Academy."
And with that Kurt rushed upstairs to pack.
...
The total journey to Dalton was 2 hours, Kurt got down from the car and opened the
Boot to get out his suitcase.
"Slow down Kurt." Burt said chuckling. "It's a pretty fast transition, there's something dodgy about this place-," Burt said, Kurt cutting in before he could finish.
"Dad don't worry, I'm pretty sure this place is heaven compared to McKinley, just look at it." Kurt said gazing in awe at the school behind the iron gates in which the name of the school was carved into.
"If you say so Kid." Burt replied smiling. He took Kurt's suitcase and walked into the school.
They entered the building following the signs towards the reception. "Hello welcome to Dalton Academy how can I help you?" The receptionist asked them.
"Hi, we're here to see the Principle." Burt replied.
"Names please." She asked whilst typing rapidly on her laptop, barely looking up at them.
"Uh Kur-," Before he could answer she stopped typing instantly and looked up, "Mr. Hummel, the principle will see you through those doors." She said rapidly with an artificial smile.
Kurt walked knocking on the oak doors. "Come in." Beamed a familiar voice on the other side.
Kurt and his dad walked through the doors into Mr. Cummings' office. Kurt shut the doors behind them and took a seat.
"Hello, it's good to see you here so early after our talk this morning, your tour guide should be here soon, as a matter of fact I think he should be outside right now, Rebecca send him in." He said smiling.
In walked Jeff, whose facial expression was bright and cheerful. "Hi Kurt!" he exclaimed.
"Oh hi Jeff, you seem… happy" Kurt said smiling at him.
"I'm on very powerful painkillers, and I had a plate of pancakes with chocolate sauce and syrup this morning, lets go!" Jeff said dragging Kurt out of his seat.
"Slow down Jeffrey." Mr. Cummings said.
"Kay Mr. C." Jeff said walking off with Kurt.
"Bye dad." Kurt managed to rush out whilst being pulled by a very hyper Jeff.
"Gimmie your schedule." Jeff said. Kurt gave him a sheet of paper containing his weekly classes. Jeff suddenly squealed with excitement, making Kurt alarmed.
"Sorry, we have the same classes Monday to Thursday." Jeff said. "At least I'll know one friendly face." Kurt replied.
The doors of the main entrance burst open revealing 4 boys; they were all dressed in the Dalton uniform, and all shockingly handsome.
"Who are they?" Kurt asked Jeff who was looking down ignoring his surroundings. "The D4." Jeff replied in a whisper.
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