A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for your patience! You are the best, honestly, I cannot describe how much it means to me that you still follow some of my stories even though I've been so wrapped up in my own little world and left my writing to fall by the wayside. Ugh.

I forgot how rewarding writing is. I really did.

So, here goes another venture into something that popped into my head while I've been reading other Klaine fics that made my heart melt.

This is completely AU apart from the beginning circumstances that lead to Kurt's transfer, the characters' names, and of course - the singing and the Warblers.

DISCLAIMER FOR THE ENTIRE STORY: I do NOT own Glee, or any of the songs mentioned from here on out in future chapters.

Thank you so much for sticking around! I love you all!

Hope you enjoy

Kurt was in awe.

There was no other word to describe it.

He'd been sitting in his room for the past hour, per his father's instructions, looking up different schools.

Yesterday his father sat him down after hearing David Karofsky making fun of them for practicing dance moves for his dad and Carole's wedding.

Kurt tried to downplay what really happened as to spare his dad any unnecessary anxiety, but Burt saw right through him and demanded his son tell him the whole truth.

So he did.

Burt wasted no time. Upon hearing the words 'he kissed me, but I didn't want him to,' he got up, grabbed his son by the arm and marched him to the principal's office.

Figgins was no help, as usual. He stuttered a few lame, feeble excuses about how there were no other witnesses, and without any valid proof, Kurt could very well have made up the whole thing.

Burt lost his temper at this. 'Proof?' he roared, 'What proof do you need? That disturbed kid forced himself upon my son, he torments him every day – while you and your teachers do absolutely nothing to stop it – and then you sit here and defend that bastard to my kid's face, and for what? Are you so scared that people might think you're sticking up for the gay kid? Well, I got news for you, Figgins. My son's way better than this pathetic dump you call a school and I'm taking him out of here as soon as possible. Kurt, let's go.

And they went. They marched out of the school and back to Burt's pickup, back home, where Burt sat Kurt down on the couch and held him for quite a while. Saying nothing.

Then he instructed Kurt to head to his bedroom and start looking for schools in the area. 'But make sure they have something against bullying, I am not going through all this crap again. That Figgy-man was bad enough.'

And Kurt hugged him again. He could not believe the lengths his father would go to in order to ensure his safety.

And here he was, an hour later, having found the most perfect school he could think of. Dalton Academy for Boys. With a no-bullying-tolerance policy to boot. Nothing could be more perfect than this school.

Except that it was in Westerville, two hours away, stupidly expensive, and a boarding school. Which meant that if, on the off chance that his father could afford it (and Kurt wasn't naïve enough to delude himself into believing it was possible), he would have to move there and only come home for a few weekends throughout the whole school-year besides holidays … was he ready for that?

A knock came at the door.

'Well?' his dad asked as he walked into his room, 'Found anything good?'

Kurt showed him the Dalton website.

Burt let out a low whistle. 'Sounds perfect, doesn't it?'

Kurt nodded.

'Do they have any scholarships?'

'A few,' mumbled Kurt, 'including one for music.'

'Well, that's lucky! Print out the forms and let's sit on it tomorrow.'

Kurt turned big wide eyes at his father. 'What?'

Burt looked at him, confused. 'Well, we can't afford a fancy boarding school with just me as a mechanic and Carole as a nurse, can we? And we're not going to find a more perfect scholarship for you. So print it out.'

Kurt couldn't believe it. He was finally getting OUT of McKinley.

What was he going to say to the girls?

'Dalton?' shrieked Rachel, staring at him incredulously as they sat in her bedroom for their weekend sleepover, having just brought up the popcorn and Rent DVD. 'You'll be our competition!'

'Rachel!' scolded Mercedes, 'It doesn't matter. What matters is that Kurt is going to be far away. How will we keep in touch? Who will tell me what not to wear?' she pouted, looking genuinely upset.

Kurt hugged her. 'Oh, honey, don't you think for one minute you're going to escape weekly talks with me about fashion. All those boys are going to be in stuffy uniforms and I'm going to need my diva dosage, you know,' he winked saucily.

Mercedes giggled and Tina smiled meekly.

'We're really going to miss you Kurt,' she said, 'but good for you for finding a better situation.'

'Yes, I agree,' said Rachel primly, yet seriously, 'papa heard about it at the shop from your dad, and he said that, if I was a gay guy or a lesbian, they'd try and find something better than McKinley, too.'

Kurt smiled, feeling tears stinging in his eyes. Despite everything that sucked in that hell of a school, he'll miss his girls.

A/N: And ... there it is. Short, I know. But it's only the beginning. I want to send out a huge thank you to my bestie Daniella for beta-ing for me, you are seriously the best - mwaaaah!

Hope to see you next time!