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Thanks to my Beta Arya Cole for reading, putting up with my general craziness and reviewing this :D
So there's a lot of these around, but I couldn't resist adding to the collection XD Glee and Klaine are my life, I seem to vicariously live through their happiness... I don;t know how much I'll follow canon up to the present moment in the show, but there might be some TV scenes that I'll include and just expand on. Hope you like it! And please review? It's easy, just click and write something, anything, doesn;t matter if it's just a word or two or a critique! It'll make me a happy bunny ^-^ 3
"I'm transferring, to Dalton Academy. Immediately. My parents are using the money they saved up for their honeymoon to pay for the tuition."
The minute the words leave his mouth, Kurt knows that this is not going to be easy. But he had planned his exit accordingly.
Inform the Glee club of his leaving. Check.
Walk out of the room without letting himself be pulled back. Yes, he could do that.
Mercedes and Finn would be the first ones to catch up with him later. He was only leaving a few hours after school would be finished here. The rest of the club would probably find him sooner or later to talk to him.
Trying not to respond to whatever comments they throw proves to be more difficult than originally anticipated. He keeps his expression stoic as he shuts out the voices he knows will bring him near to tears. Not now. That's all he can think. Not now. Walking out of the room, footsteps resounding weakly on the cold tiled floor, his peripheral vision catches Mercedes' confused, questioning eyes. He owes her, Kurt knows that. Since meeting Blaine, his time with the girl has been cut short drastically and Kurt feels awful for it. He would explain, that he could promise to himself. He would explain this all to her. Eventually. Rachel's expression is less cool than usual, but behind the sadness Kurt can detect a calculating, competitive glance as she puts two and two together. Ever the chronologically ahead thinking one. Puck, Artie, Sam and Finn have mirroring semi-angry, semi-sad looks on their faces. Brittany looks somewhat spaced out as always and Mike and Tina somewhat lost and incredibly confused. It touches Kurt less than shocks him to see a regretful expression on Santana's face. He hadn't expected his leaving to draw many emotions – if any – from her.
On his way out, he only takes in his surroundings fleetingly. If he reminisced any further, it would only make it harder. But he has to do this. With all the love and support he had, the potential terror he would face day in day out is too much to handle. It drives him into a pit of blackness that he wants nothing more than to escape.
The tears only come when he gets in his car. After much convincing on his side and some support on Carole's, his father had agreed to let him come home by himself after them. He doesn't need a chauffeur just yet. At that moment and time, the school is still a somewhat safe ground. There was Azimio and his bunch of underdeveloped apes, but with the threat of expulsion hanging over them, it was still safer than it had been before.
For several minutes, the young soprano lets himself cry. The radio is off, which is unusual in itself, the only accompaniment the occasional twittering song of the birds and the rush of leaves that promise a cold, early autumn.
Looking back at the school that had provided him with what little education it could give, in Kurt's humble opinion, it becomes somewhat difficult to believe that this really all is for the best. He was leaving a life behind, friends, almost family in Finn (and Mercedes's) case. But in the end, what he had to look forward to is much more promising. He had Blaine, he had the Warblers, he had weekends with Mercedes and friends. Yes. This would be a good change. He was sure of that.
Coming home already had his father "worried sick". Apparently Kurt forgot the time. After all that had happened, he can't really blame his dad however. At least that would be over soon. It was still three hours until school in McKinley officially ended, which meant, for Kurt, three hours of complete silence in which he could do his packing for Dalton. Being a boarder, he would have to try hard not to pack his entire wardrobe, an idea that was all too tempting.
By the time his fourth case is bulging with items of clothing ranging from the tenth pair of dark blue skinny jeans ("Dad, of course I need them, how can you even ask that? What if all my other ones don't match with the rest of my outfit?") to a large collection of scarves ("Yes they're warm... well, not those, but those aren't meant to be war- YES THEY HAVE A PURPOSE!"), Finn had arrived. Which means Kurt all but bolted to his room and tried to lock the door, failing as Finn throws himself at the piece of wood and falls through the door on top of Kurt much to the smaller boy's chagrin.
"Gerroffme" he mumbles disgruntled as Finn jumps up, looking something between embarrassed and still angry as he offers Kurt a hand getting up, which the soprano accepts begrudgingly. "So, um" Finn began, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other as Kurt tries to ignore his presence, busying himself with going through his collection of shoes and deciding which ones he could bare to leave behind. "Why... why didn't you at least tell me before you jumped that whole episode on us all?"
A sigh elicits from the smaller boy. This was going to be difficult. "Look, I hadn't even known until five minutes before. Dad and Carole they- they just sort of suggested it out of the blue and well... Karofsky... I just - I couldn't – I -"
"Nah, I – I get it. I just sorta wish you'd given me some warning. I mean, you really... are like my little brother dude."
"First of all, I'm older than you. Second of all, call me dude again and you will be removing a pair of Gucci heels from your behind and thirdly... thanks. For, you know, understanding." Kurt smiles at the other boy uneasily, hoping this conversation was over. He didn't want to go into the specific circumstances of him leaving.
Luckily, for him, his father appears at the foot of the basement steps at that moment, a sad smile gracing his usually so gruff, unemotional face. "You ready son? We better get going if we want to be there before the gates close and stuff..."
"Yeah dad. Thanks."
He gets Finn to help him with the cases, which provides a few amusing moments consisting of the football player swearing at the unashamed heaviness of the luggage and his mother managing to reprimand him before he even begins swearing toward the end. The tearful goodbye can wait until they reached the Dalton gates. Until then, they would try and downplay the situation with as much laughter as they could. Kurt is just about to get in the front seat of his baby (his dad was driving his own truck loaded with Kurt's bags and Carole in the passenger seat while Finn was in the passenger seat of the Navigator), when a voice speaks up behind him, the accent and voice so beautifully familiar it's soothing.
"You really gonna leave me here without a goodbye?"
"Cedes!" Kurt manages to somewhat tone down the tearfulness of the reply, loading it with as much cheer as he can. "'Course not! I promise I'll call every day – or text at least – and as soon as I'm able, I am taking you out for coffee in the Lima Bean."
The tear that so far had been kept in place finally spills over and Mercedes mockingly fierce glance softens at the sight as she steps toward her best friend and envelops him in a tight hug, the intensity choking Kurt's sobs. "Come here! Blaine better be taking good care of you, I don't want to have to come and kick his butt."
"Don't worry, he'll take care of me" Part of him wishes those words could be as true as they sounded coming from his mouth, accompanied by a now steady flow of tears. "I'll miss you so much Cedes..." he murmurs and pecks her on the cheek before being dragged away by his now-stepbrother. "Talk soon?" Mercedes nods her assent and then she is gone, disappearing in the dark veil of night falling in between them like a curtain call closing up a chapter in his life.
Dalton, here I come.
I'll try to update as consistently as possible, but it'll depend on the response to it and on my time :( 3