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"Mr Kurt Hummel, you may proceed to the headmaster's office now." A young-looking secretary said to him. He entered the mahogany doors of the office to see Headmaster Winters seated behind a desk. "So, Mr Hummel, why would you like to transfer to our school?xoxoGxoxoLxoxoExoxoExoxo
Burt Hummel took a little persuading to let his only son interview for the boarding school, since he only knew about the hospital trip, but not what Karofsky did before the incident. "Dad, can't attend McKinley anymore…" "But you do know that if you go to boarding school we will rarely ever see each other…" "I'll come back every fort-night. Besides, with Carole living here, I won't need to worry about you. I'll be ok, dad. I really want to go. We can pay the fees using the money…"
"As long as it make you happy, son, I'm up for it," Burt finally said.
"Thank you so much!' Kurt said, embracing his father.
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"I was bullied at my old school. I heard about your zero bullying tolerance here so I wanted to attend this school,"
After a long interview, Headmaster Winters sent Kurt out with a "You will receive a letter by the end of the week," Kurt, being the gentleman he was thanked Winters a few times before setting out for the gate.
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A month later, Kurt was sitting outside the same office but this time round he had three suitcases to keep him company.
"Mr Hummel, I am Dean Harvod and I am here to tell you about the boarding system. There are four houses, Hampton, Sheridan, Iverson, and Windsor. Would you like to choose which dorm to live in or would you like me to assign you a dorm?" A man walked up to him and said.
"What are the differences between the dorms?" Kurt asked quite sweetly. "Well, the jocks usually end up in Iverson, our, let's say more academically-talented students go to Sheridan because of its large library, and the other kids either go to Hampton or they are day students."
"How about Windsor?" Kurt asked, his curiosity taking over.
"Well, let's say it's a little crazy. Too crazy for most of our students, really. Last year alone, five students requested a transfer to another dorm, claiming that they couldn't bear living there anymore. And that's a very large number, considering there are only thirty students living there, compared to the one-hundred-and-fifty of Hampton."
"I was thinking of joining Windsor, firstly because I don't want so many students in a dorm- that would cause a lot of embarrassment when they change. Secondly, erm…, I believe that most of the Warblers' live there, and I would really want to join them. Maybe there would be a larger chance for my admittance?"
"It's true, Mr Hummel. Half of the Warblers are in Windsor house, but no outsider would know that. Do you know anyone in Dalton?"
"I chat with Mr Anderson from time to time. He mentioned it briefly once," Kurt said.
"Okay. The other dorms are very packed anyways. You are staying in Room 403, and my secretary will bring you there. If you have any problems, feel free to come to me,"
"Thank you Dean Harvod," Kurt said as he followed the young secretary through the grounds. He passed a few large buildings, with numerous students flowing out of the doors. That was when he noticed a familiar Asian looking guy walk pass.
"Hey there! Come here to spy again?" He grinned. "Nope, I'm transferring. For good," Kurt answered, gesturing at his Louis Vuitton suitcase.
"That's great! You boarding, right? Where are you boarding?" Wes sounded relieved, for some reason. "I thought that it would be nice to board in Windsor," Wes high-fixed Kurt. "Yes! I'm a Windsor too. Why don't I bring you there instead of Miss Penny, since I was on my way back to the dorms already?" "Sure, is it okay?" Kurt looked at the secretary. "Sure!" She said, waving at the boys as she returned to her office.
"Why did you transfer?" Wes asked. Kurt stuttered. "Eh...eh… I'm not too comfortable talking about this subject…" Wes immediately apologised, "Really sorry, Kurt. By the way, have you told Blaine yet?"
"No, I just knew I got accepted this morning," Kurt smiled, suddenly noticing that Wes was guiding him towards an orchard of trees. "Isn't the dorm supposed to be somewhere over there?" Kurt pointed towards the cluster of building in the distance that looked vaguely like residential quarters.
"Well, that's Hampton on the right, and Iverson on the left," Wes said as he continued to lead Kurt further into the orchard.
"You mean the Windsor dorms are in here?" Kurt said, suspicious. "Yeah, you'll see. Look!" Wes pointed towards a large Victorian-style house situated between the trees.
Kurt was caught speechless. He had not signed up for this. This was so beautiful. Vines grew from the balconies and hung like a curtain trying to cover up the beauty that was the Windsor dorms.
"Won't it be unfair if you guys live in this heaven and the other guys live in normal blocks?" Kurt said as he tugged his luggage through the various stack of leaves scattered on the field.
"Well, Sheridan's dorm is a mansion that has a view of the sunset, and has a 5-storey library, Iverson has a swimming pool and the classrooms are beneath the Hampton dorms, so they get perks too. But yes, this is the best dorm, since teachers never come in to check on us. It's kinda useless and a bit hard to, with the security scans Evans has put up" Wes said as they reached a white garden gate. Wes punched in a highly- complicated code.
"What's the code?" Kurt asked as Wes opened the door.
"Oh. The code. We'll give you one later. At least I hope Nick remembers. He has about the memory of a goldfish."
"So you're the new transfer," a tall boy in the Dalton uniform walked out from the house.
"Flint Watson, prefect of Windsor house," he stretched out his hand. "Captain of the Warblers and the basketball team,"
"Kurt Hummel," Kurt said, feeling rather small. Flint was as tall as Finn, for goodness sake!
"Who is he dorming with? Wes asked his prefect. "Are you okay with…" Flint was saying when a short guy walked out into the field. "Hey Wes! I was just about to try find you, where is my…. KURT! Why are you here?"
"Hi Blaine. Erm… I transferred?" Kurt said, as Blaine ran over to him and hugged him. The hug was a little too long, but no one noticed the blush that was creeping on his face.
"You know Blaine?" Flint was surprised. "Yeah, we met before. And you have met me before too, even though it was a brief encounter. From Lima, the New Directions bring their greetings."
"Oh yeah. I remember you, the very poor spy, right? Are you sure that you didn't come to spy on us?" Flint looked rather suspicious.
"Do you think that I went through all that damn torture just to spy on you guys?" Tears had started to form in Kurt's eyes.
"Kurt, are you ok?" Blaine immediately asked. "I'm fine. I'm fine," he said, but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
"Back to what I was saying, Kurt, will you be okay living with Jeff?" Flint immediately changed the subject, hoping that Kurt would be able to forget what he had asked. Fortunately, Kurt was glad for the distraction and the tears vanished. "Is it okay for him?"
"Sure bro, I've wanted a roommate for ages." He said, coming out of the house as if on cue (Kurt suspected he was actually on standby behind the door but ok I digress) winking at Kurt in a mildly-flirtatious way. Kurt blushed.
"So if this is settled, guys, let's get back to the house. Jeff, go sort out your room. Wes, help me spread the news that we have a new transfer. Plus tell them that Warbler practice is cancelled tonight. There are some things that we have to plan," He said, looking a tad bit suspicious.
"Blaine…" "Sorry Flint, but I have to go up to my room and clean up. I was trying to sort out our dorm. Do you need me to bring Kurt to his room?" Blaine asked
"Yep. That would be good. And please also tell him who stays in which dorm. It wouldn't hurt to know where he should avoid." Flint said.
"We can't have a repeat of last time." Blaine agreed, nodding.
"What happened?" Kurt asked. "Well, let's say that six out of the ten freshmen this year were highly freaked out by two of our very 'finest' housemates. They were experimenting on the effect of fireworks with built in smoke bombs or something. Four fainted at the loud noise and two started panicking because of the noise. It took quite a long time for them to be stable enough to go to the Dean and request new rooms.
"Should I be afraid?" Kurt asked. "Well, see yourself warned that weird things happen in this house. It's only lucky that the House Merit system is limited to outside the dorms, or else we would be on duty forever." Blaine said as he started to lead Kurt up a winding staircase and into a hallway.
"That's your room," Blaine pointed at the room at the very end of the corridor. "Where's yours?" Kurt asked. "I'll bring you there sometime. It's a little hard to describe the instructions."
"Okay then. See you later at the Dinner Hall!" Blaine said a little too excitedly as he left Kurt alone in the corridor. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion and a door flung open.
"Alec and Austin! Not again. I thought we compromised that no more explosives! We are not using those on Windsor house, or Iverson or Hampton. I know you guys… Hey! Never seen you round before. Are you here to visit someone?" A boy with brown hair and hazel eyes stuck his hand out. Kurt took it. "Oh. I'm transferring. Kurt Hummel."
"Troye Watson. I believe you've already met my brother, he's prefect." He replied. "By the way, do you know Blaine?"
"Yes, but why ask?" Kurt was confused. "Hey newbie!" Both of them How did this guy know that he knew Blaine, but before he could ask, two boys appeared in the hallway. said at the same time. "Who are they?" Kurt asked.
"Well, they are the Windsor's resident Fred and George. They are like prankster twins, only that they aren't brothers just really really good friends. You'll get used to them soon enough. They are responsible for most of the house rivalry, not like I'm complaining. Prank wars are always awesome," Troye explained to a baffled Kurt.
"Do they always speak like that? Like synchronised?" Kurt asked. "Well, not really, just that I've spent the last ten hours of my life with my partner in crime and I may have picked up some of his habits," The red-head said. "Or maybe it's just because we are best friends." The one with the violet-blue eyes shrugged.
"Kurt Hummel," Kurt offered his name. "Alec Cadogan," The blue-eyed one said while the redhead said "Austin Garret"
"Well, hate to break this party up but you three need to come down for a Windsor council meeting. Kurt, you can go to your room and settle down first," A rather handsome boy in neat Dalton uniform told them "Yes, darling Cedric," the twins followed him, joking about his hair as Troye waved to Kurt and ran after the twins.
Kurt walked to the end of the corridor and opened the door, and gasped at the sight before him.
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