Hi, guys! I am coming back and editing this story, because I realize how many plot holes and inconsistencies there are in it. I really loved it while I was writing it, but by the 13th chapter, I just couldn't continue it without making the inconsistencies worse. So, I'm going back and revising it. The events are, for the most part, the same. I've just added stuff, details, fixed grammar, fixed the super messed up timeline, and fixed some off characterization. I'd love for you to give the edited version a chance, but if you don't want to, that's fine.
Chapter 1 Edited: 06/17/13
For those of you who are new to St. Dalton's, WELCOME! And I sincerely hope you enjoy! :D
Kurt walked down the long, winding, frozen path wishing he had worn clothes more appropriate for the climate. His winter coat perfect for Ohio's coldest months could not withstand the temperatures of Northern Russia. His breath showed clearly in the air, and he swore his ears and nose were about to fall off, or at least get frost bite. He could not even put his hands in his coat pockets because he had to carry his bags; he definitely over- packed.
"Who would build a school here?" he mumbled to himself, irritated. The path he was on led him to a gorgeous and peaceful courtyard; trees covered in snow and icicles, a constant throughout the year, and flakes of snow gently drifting to the ground. Outside of the courtyard, there was a snow storm raging with wild winds and whips of ice. Within the boundaries of the school, however, was a peaceful winter wonderland. The difference was startling, but Kurt was so excited to have reached his destination, he hadn't even noticed.
A Russian taxi had dropped him off at the end of the driveway, the driver yelling something at him he could not understand. Kurt simply passed him a random amount of bills- probably wildly over paying the man- and got out of the vehicle. He was glad to see the school after such a long trek.
He found the main building he was looking for: The Main Hall. It was aptly named that because it was in the middle of the school's campus, and it housed the administrative offices. Kurt slowly stepped towards the main doors to the building, still apprehensive about the situation. It was quite sketchy- he was dropped off in the middle of nowhere by a random Russian taxi driver. He rubbed his hands together in an attempt to create warmth and let out another rough breath perfectly visible in the frigid air around him.
"Вам нужна помощь? (Need help?)," an unfamiliar voice sounded from behind him. Kurt jumped, letting out a slight shriek before turning to look at the owner of the voice behind him in confusion.
"Uhh?" Kurt questioned, brilliantly. The other boy repeated his question. Kurt looked him up and down, nervously, wondering what he was doing. He was tall- extremely tall- with cropped black hair, a strong nose, very dark brown eyes and practically translucent skin.
"Mmmph?" Kurt was momentarily speechless from the man's foreign beauty. He was momentarily side- tracked from the fright he had of being sneaked up on.
"Вы не владеющих русским языком. (You don't speak Russian.)" The other boy stated, understanding filling his face quickly at Kurt's confused expression. "Do you speak English?" He asked, trying to clarify the situation. Kurt had not yet spoken in a specific language yet, so it was not the Russian boy's fault he was confused; Kurt had not been articulate.
"Uhh, yeah." Kurt replied, still slightly tongue- tied by the situation as a whole: being frightened by a startlingly beautiful exotic boy. Kurt was completely justified in his mind.
"My name is Duff," the boy said in a heavy accent.
"That's not very Russian." Kurt could not help but point out. Duff let out a loud guffaw at Kurt's statement.
"It is actually short for something you probably could not pronounce. So I just have people call me Duff." Kurt's shoulders slumped a little as his ego was wounded by having his theory shot down. He nodded in understanding, then perked up again to introduce himself.
"Kurt." He offered his hand to Duff and the other boy kissed it gently. A flush spread across Kurt's face and he let out a little giggle. Duff smiled in response, and the two boys stared into each other's eyes for a moment.
There was an awkward pause in the conversation as Kurt watched a snowflake land on Duff's eyelash. The boy was so mysterious and so… foreign. Duff cleared his throat, bringing Kurt back to the current conversation.
"I'm new here…" Kurt began.
"I figured," Duff laughed. Kurt was surprised by how comfortable the other boy seemed with speaking in a non-native tongue.
"Is this where I register and get my schedule and such?" Kurt gestured toward The Main Hall flippantly, really just aiming to hear the other boy's accent again. The taller boy looked at him intensely, studying his face.
"Yes," he stated simply. Kurt nodded and offered quiet thanks before heading in the direction of the building. Before he could, however, his fashion boots lost traction on the ice and he fell backwards, dropping his bags, only to be caught by the strangely handsome boy.
"Careful, Kurt," he said in a smooth voice, making Kurt blush. Kurt could feel Duff's breath on his cheeks, the air warming his face. Duff held him in what felt like an embrace. His name had sounded like a caress coming from the stranger's mouth. He muttered another gentle thank you, picked up his bags, and waved before he finally succeeded in entering the building.
"Umm… excuse me?" Kurt asked as he walked into what appeared to be the main office. It had a long structure that looked like a cross between a counter and desk that had multiple secretaries stationed at it. None of the women responded. "Excuse me?" He still received no response. The various secretaries simply continued typing and answering phone calls as though he wasn't even there, as though they couldn't hear him. Kurt let out a frustrated groan. How oblivious could people possibly be?
"Kurt?" he heard a voice ask from behind him. He turned around to see a woman nearly the height of Duff. She was quite imposing, and it wracked Kurt's already frazzled nerves quite a bit.
"H-how do you know m-my name?" he involuntarily stammered. It is not every day when a person sees a woman the size and build of a linebacker in a pant suit.
"Kurt, I am Professor Krackurna, the Head Master of St. Dalton's Academy for Gifted Boys and Girls. Follow me," she introduced herself and left the room, obviously expecting Kurt to trail behind her without further prodding.
"May I ask where we're going?" Kurt asked hesitantly.
"We're going to my office- the Main Office. The room we were just in is off limits to students, so you must not be seen there again. I have your schedule and room key waiting for you." She spoke in a business-like tone laced with a no-nonsense edge.
"You're lucky I could find time to do this for you on a Saturday. Usually I have meetings all day, but I was able to squeeze you in in between other… more important things in my agenda." Her tone became much sweeter toward the end of her sentence, so it was obvious to Kurt she was using some sort of euphemism. But for what, he wasn't sure.
As they made their way down the hallway, Kurt was introduced to the woman who was going to help him catch up on his studies. Dr. Gray would teach him everything he missed during the first part of the semester. She had been passing by them in a hurry, and as she waved at Kurt she dropped all the books in her hand and spilled the coffee she had been holding.
Professor Krackurna tsked disapprovingly while Kurt bent down to help the woman who would be helping him. He felt he had better make a good first impression on someone he would be spending a significant amount of time with. Also, he ought to show her kindness when Professor Krackurna was so rude.
"Thank you so much!" Dr. Gray exclaimed gratefully to Kurt. She patted him on the back and with a flurry, she ran down the hallway in the direction she had been previously headed. Kurt thought she seemed pleasant, if not somewhat scatter- brained.
After receiving his schedule, a map of the school, and a key to his dorm room, Kurt was practically shoved out of the administrative wing. Kurt was left to fend for himself. He did not think that reflected well on the school at all. He could at least be given a student guide or something!
Kurt stared at the map in his hand, and headed out the door into the freezing weather in the direction he assumed led to the dorms. He found the locations of multiple academic buildings before he reached the dorms, but once he got there, he realized there were separate areas for the females and males. Females and males were in the same building, but they had different and opposite areas; they were not so opposite, though, that it was impossible to go straight from one gender's area to the other in a blink of the eye. He just so happened to be in the female wing of the dormitory. After circling around the area multiple times, trying to make sense of the map, he finally found himself in the male's wing. A spiral staircase connected the bottom floor to the top and all the floors in between. There was a lounge area on the base floor, with couches and chairs, a fireplace and a television. The entire front side of the wing was a window, allowing everyone to see the magnificence of the campus which was, truth be told, mostly snow drifts.
"Room 214B," he read off his schedule, which he clutched in his hand like a life line. No matter what he liked to think, Kurt was terrified of this school. It was like nothing he'd ever seen. After climbing up four flights of stairs, Kurt stopped to catch his breath. He looked out the window and realized that because of the high altitude he was at, there was less oxygen than he had in the U.S. It was a really dumb thing for him to realize, but it was simply yet another thing that made him feel out of place where he was.
When Kurt finally made it to his room, he unlocked the door and got the shock of his life. Two boys were in the bed by the window, and they were naked. Completely naked. Not a single parcel of clothing on them. And they were.. doing stuff. Sexual things! Kurt was horrified and a little turned on at the same time.
"Oh my God!" Kurt yelled. "I-I am so sorry!" He blushed furiously and covered his eyes with his hands. The other two boys were completely calm, however. The boy who was on top gingerly lifted himself off and out of the other and stood up. He walked over to Kurt and offered his hand. Kurt took it, trying not to look down and failing miserably. He looked down, and enjoyed what he saw immensely. He tried not to let it phase him, or show on his face, but the other boy could read him like an extra large print picture book.
"Hi, I'm Antony," the nude boy said warmly, accompanied by a mega-watt smile. Kurt continued to shake the boy's hand and Antony found it very amusing. He looked like the perfect tan, blonde movie star, and had a body to match. The other nude male stood up and wrapped his arms around his taller counterpart.
"Blaine." He stated simply, a goofy yet charming grin plastered on his face. This boy had a slight blush gracing his face, but he had no shame about his body. And he certainly had no reason to. His curly brown hair covered up a portion of his eyes, but Kurt could clearly see the hazel scrutinizing him. He offered his hand, and Kurt realized he had not let go of Antony's yet.
"I'm going to leave now…" Kurt mumbled awkwardly, intending on running away and never coming back, ever in his entire life. He heard bed springs groan almost as soon as he turned around; that simply supported his idea of never coming back. He did not want a repeat of this.
"We'll be done shortly," the boy called Antony yelled cheekily. "Nice to meet you, roomie!" Kurt opened the door, exited and slammed it shut as quickly as possible.
He then opened the door once more, threw his bags inside the room and shut it again.
His breathing finally slowed, and Kurt adjusted himself in his pants. He looked around the hallway, sighing in relief when he did not see anyone watching him. He closed his eyes, and the faces of three completely different handsome males flashed through his mind.
"This is going to be an interesting year." He mumbled to himself.