The Transfer

Kurt looked up at the impressive building in front of him. The old stone walls seemed to hold a promise. The promise of a fresh start. And Kurt needed a fresh start more than anyone else. The last year had been the most horrible of his life. Considering, that his mother ha passed away when he was just a small kid, that meant something.

„Come on, Kurt! Let´s go."

Kurt nodded, slowly withdrawing from his memory. His father picked up his bags and started walking towards the enormous front entrance.

The inside of the Dalton academy was no less intimidating than the outside. The ceilings were high, the wooden floor looked like he had seen thousands of students (which it probably had) and the old staircase opposite the entrance made the room look like the perfect setting for a movie.

Kurt and his father din`t know where to go. This place looked nothing like a school and there was nothing pointing out the principles office. They must have looked desperate, because a group of young boys stopped talking and walked over.

„Can we help you?" The tallest of the boys asked. Like his two friends he wore a blue jacket, which looked an awful lot like a school-uniform.

Kurt already knew from his former trip to the Dalton Academy that every pupil had to wear the uniform on school grounds. Normally, Kurt would have had a problem with this. What was a huge wardrobe filled with designer clothes good for, if you could not wear them? But honestly, Kurt had bigger problems right now. His father and stepmother had spent all their money on the tuition fort his school, thus giving up their honeymoon, to make sure, that Kurt was safe. If they could give up something like that, then he could do with a school uniform.

„Yeah, that would be great... We´re looking fort he principle´s office."

The tall boy gave Burt and Kurt a smile. „Sure, just come with me!" He excused himself from his friends and started to walk towards the long hallway. The principle´s office was not far and when they had reached their destination the boy said goodbye and walked away.

Kurt and his father stood in front of yet another big, wooden door. Burt knocked and a deep voice asked them to enter almost immediately.

„Mr. Hummel! Kurt! Welcome at Dalton Academy!" Principle Tyler stood behind a wooden desk. Come to think of it, everything in this school seemed to be made either of stone or wood.

Kurt was surprised. He did not know, what he had expected, but this principle seemed so different from Principle Figgins. Figgins had never supported Kurt but he still felt like he would miss the Indian accent. Tyler was not Indian, he had a strong American accent. And he was much taller than Figgins. And he looked confident. All in all he seemed to be the opposite of Kurt´s former principle. Mr. Tyler looked like he could actually protect Kurt.

Burt and his son took a seat. Kurt felt small in the big leather chair, Burt felt dumb sitting in this elite private school.

„Yeah, hi there!" Burt still seemed insecure in this surrounding.

„Kurt, my name is principle Tyler. I´m glad to welcome you as a new student to our school. Your father already mentioned, that you had to transfer because of a bullying situations and he has also filled me in on your current problems. I can assure you, that you are safe in this school and that you will be respected for who you are. I promise you won´t need to worry about being teased for anything here."

Kurt wanted to believe him. When he had met Blaine and his fellow Warblers during his spy-visit he had actually believed them, when they told him of the zero tolerance concept. He could believe, that he would not be threatened because he was openly gay. But now that he couldn´t even speak, he was scared. Who wouldn´t make fun of a gay kid, that did not manage to get out a single word? He was a hopeless case.

„Yeah, about that...", Burt started off. „As I told you, Kurt suffers from selective mutism. Physically he is able to speak. The problem is psychological. That is why he will need to see his psychotherapist twice a week."

„That is absolutely no problem, although I am afraid you will have to pick up Kurt yourself."

„Of course, we have already scheduled the sessions for Monday and Thursday evenings, so that should be no problem at all."

Burt and the principle kept on talking for quite some time, going over everything that needed to be taken care of. In the end they agreed, that Principle Tyler would inform the teachers about Kurt´s muism beforehead, so that Kurt wouldn´t have to discuss this in front of the class.

After almost half an hour the principle showed Kurt to his room. It was one of the few single bedrooms, which Kurt was very thankful for. He was afraid enough of people and honestly, he just wanted to be left in peace.

Sooner than he had thought, Burt and Kurt were alone in his new room. An awkward silence fell. Burt had never been good at goodbyes.

„Okay kiddo, I should get going. You sure you´ll be fine on your own?"

Kurt nodded. It looked a lot more assuring than Kurt actually felt.

„Okay, well it´s Sunday, I´ll be coming on Friday to pick you up for your first session."

Burt started to head off, but when he stood in the door he turned around once more and said: „I love you, Kurt, you know that, right?"

Kurt nodded and mouthed „I love you too, dad."

Then he stood alone in his new room.

Kurt´s remainding day had been uneventful. He had unpacked his bags and strolled through the school and the gardens. When the sun went down and more and more students were returning from their weekend at home, Kurt headed back to his room. He didn´t want to run into anyone, being afraid that other pupils might try to talk to him. He skipped dinner and read instead. He had started the Chess Story by Zweig this morning and managed ti finish it before getting to tired. When Kurt turned out the lights and went to bed, he could not find any sleep. He was so nervous about tomorrow, worrying about what the kids might say if they found out he didn´t speak. They would ask him why, wouldn´t they? And what was he supposed to tell them? I don´t now? I can speak but I can´t? That would sound ridiculous. I don´t want to? That would be so wrong. Kurt in fact wanted nothing more than talk. He wanted it so much, and he knew that he could. Physically. But when he tried to get a sound out, he failed every single time. He knew, that this had happened because of Karovsky. The doctors had explained this as simple as they could. Kurt was traumatized bet he bullying an the death threat and had developed a social anxiety disorder. He still wasn´t sure, whether the doctors were right. He could meet with people. He just didn´t like it. But for now Kurt just hoped, the doctors were right, because they had been assuring him, that his condition could be treated effectively.

And Kurt just wanted his voice back. Maybe he wouldn´t even mind not being able to talk that much, though it would certainly be hard. But he definitly could not live without singing.

He thought about speaking and singing, meeting people and his upcoming first therapy session, when he fell asleep.

When Kurt woke up in the middle of the night, he wished he hadn´t fallen asleep.

A nightmare had woken him up. Kurt had spent what had felt like ages dreaming about Blaine. Wasn´t that insane. Kurt barely knew this boy. He had run into him on his visit. Blaine had taken Kurt to the coir room, where he and the rest of the Warblers had performed. And Blaine was good, And sexy. And sort of charming. Kurt sometimes wondered, what would have happened, if he hadn´t snuck out shortly before the song had ended. BUt now that did not matter anymore. Kurt had not seen blaine again and he wanted it to stay that way. He had immediatly liked Blaine and in his dreams he had imagined how the two of them sang together. In his head he wouldn´t have taken off, but told Blaine that he himself was in a glee club too, that he was a counter tenor and that he was a good one. Thie night, when he dreamed of Blaine he stood next to the boy, trying to tell him, that he was a singer, but the boy just laughed at him, because no sound left his lips.

He still heard Blaine´s laugh, when he fell asleep again.

This is my first glee fanfic, so please review.

I saw several stories on the idea of Kurt loosing his voice and really liked it, though I favor a scenario in which he will find his voice again. His voice is too beautiful to get lost.