Yay, yay, yay! My first story on FanFiction! No hates, but reviews would totally keep my world rotating on it's axis. If you like this story and want more of me, my Quizilla page is RoseTyler10.
By the way, this fanfic is based off of CP Coulter's Dalton, except I'm replacing Thad with the Tweedles, since I heard Jeff is the twins, and he's kind of important.
I don't own glee or the warblers, but if I did, the warblers would have a spinoff show by now.
Hi, my name is Nicole Duval, younger sister of Nick Duval, the warbler. Don't pretend that's not the first thing that popped into your head, because I know it was.
I'm 16 and I have wavy brown hair that goes halfway down my back. Like all Duval's, I have deep hazel eyes, except mine have a ring of blue around the pupil from my mom.
I've been told that I look like that Kristen Stewart chick, but I'm not that pale.
I hope.
Well, now that you know all the basics, let the story begin...
Chapter 1: Visiting Dalton
There ain't no reason you or me should be alone
Tonight, yeah baby
Tonight, yeah baby
I gotta reason that you-u should take me home tonight
By now, I was awake and slamming my palm onto alarm. The Edge of Glory stopped abruptly.
I rubbed my eyes and recognized today as a friday. One more day of torture until 2 days of awesome.
I took a quick shower and pulled on a black rocker tank top, ripped skinny jeans, a chunky ring and white earrings.
Once I applied my usual shady yet casual makeup, I grabbed my iPhone and went downstairs quickly to fix my dad breakfast.
I flawlessly made his over-easy eggs and buttered toast before making myself some scrambled eggs with a crackle of pepper.
How did I learn to make breakfast so well? In a nutshell, if it isn't high quality, I end up with a grade-A bruise or cut.
Harsh? Welcome to my world.
My dad came downstairs and I held my breath as he silently ate his breakfast, then left without a word.
Typical morning.
I grabbed my Aviators and my bright green leather jacket. Once slipping into my Joker Converse high tops, I was out the door as well.
As usual, I walked to school. Since the bus is for noobs and my dad would never think of driving me to school.
Like mom did.
But, whatever. The past is the past.
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of McKinley High.
A.K.A. Hell.
I walked through the double doors and witnessed a number of familiar faces get sprayed in red or purple slush.
All of them glee clubbers like me, but I never get slushied. I asked the jocks one time and they replied, "You're just too hot to slushy."
Perv.
As I cautiously walked to my locker, I was accompanied by Tina Cohen-Chang, my locker neighbor.
"Hey, Nicole!" Tina greeted, in her usual goth-style clothing. I smiled and waved back.
I flew through Science Honors and Social Studies, which left me bored to absolute death in study hall.
Naturally, I ripped out my phone and began texting.
Who, might you ask? My brother at Dalton Academy, Nick (I know, I know, Nick-Nicole. Hilarious. Never noticed), or my home-schooled best friend, Makenna Taylor.
I texted both *wutup? in sh boreddd*
As I waited impatiently for someone to reply, I played Tiny Wings. What? It's massively addictive.
In a matter of minutes, I got a reply. From Nick.
*nm in trig.. god i h8 trig*
It took all of me not to smirk. My quirky older brother was in Trigonometry- his worst subject.
I replied, *well try 2 get in SUM of wut ur teachr's sayin. u suk trig and u kno it*
Nick's answer was, *:( HURTFUL yet true.. k txt l8*
I set down my phone as the bell rang. How does he do it? I shrugged and headed off to lunch.
The rest of the day was as boring as it could possibly be, until glee club. My last set. I walked in to a full class.
"Gosh, am I late?" I asked, smiling, knowing perfectly well that I was right on time.
Still, Rachel Berry stalked up to me, "Well, everyone else sure got here faster than you."
I rolled my eyes and Kurt remarked, "Give it a rest, Rachel." I smiled knowing that no one would take Rachel's side.
Well, except Finn. But he shouldn't count.
Mr. Shue walked into the room and clapped his hands. "Okay, guys. There are millions of songs out there. Out of the ones YOU know, there are probably a couple that you'd rather people didn't know about."
Where is this going?
He walked up to the whiteboard and wrote down "Guilty Pleasure"
"Next week, you must perform your secret go-to song. And, to fix any future embarrassment before it starts," he glanced around, "Anyone who laughs at someone's song, has to pay the singer 5 bucks."
Ooh, I could use some moolah like that.
Mr. Shue gestured to Rachel, "Rachel, you said you had something to say?"
Rachel beamed and stood up, prancing to the band to give them music sheets, "Why, yes, Mr. Shue. I wrote another original song last night and thought you all would like to hear it."
Oh God.
We all groaned. Once the music started, the entire glee club zoned out completely. I bet even Mr. Shue wasn't paying full attention.
I was thinking about my secret song. What's my embarrassing song? I bet some people could say "Ooh, which one?" Nope. Not me.
My thoughts were interrupted by the ear splitting bell. I raced out of the room and started walking home.
Once I reached my humble abode, I was greeted by a sticky note with that unfortunately-all-too-familiar handwriting.
Your brother got mail. Bring it to Dalton or else.
Taped up with it was an ivory-colored envelope. I sighed, pulled it off, and walked back down our driveway.
Now how am I gonna get to Dalton?
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Miraculously, I walked into Dalton Academy's GIANT mahogany doors. I'd tell you how I got here, but that's beside the point.
The most important variable here is that I've never been INSIDE Dalton Academy. And let me tell you, it is fancy.
But, I still have no idea where I'm supposed to find Nick.
I chose a random guy walking through the lobby and tapped his shoulder. Alarmed, he spun towards me, holding a white spray bottle for self defense.
"Um, hi. Do you know where I could find Nick Duval?" I asked nervously.
The pale boy lowered his spray bottle. "Depends.. hmm, you don't look possessed.."
I smirked, "Nope, I'm pretty sure I'm not. Got that shot a couple months ago."
The boy didn't laugh, "Nick should be in the Windsor dormitory, which is the last one to the right. If he's not there, ask someone who is."
I nodded and thanked him.
Creep.
After walking back outside, I quickly found "Windsor." Once I got closer, I heard yelling an a colorful mix of curses.
I stopped before I entered, then thought, what the heck. And opened the doors.
The dorm was just as hectic and chaotic as it sounded from the outside. There was a sea of navy and red blazers chasing each other around. Music blasting from every which angle and a pungent smell I couldn't even describe.
I turned to be faced by a boy with slicked back black hair and warm brown eyes. "Hi, I'm Blaine. You look lost. Just tell me who you're here for and I can probably direct you to them."
I smiled, "Nick Duval?"
Blaine's jaw dropped, "You're here for Nick? Don't get me wrong, but Nick doesn't usually have girls like you dropping by for visits."
I started laughing, "You think I'm.. oh that's classic. But, no. I'm his sister, Nicole. And yes, it's ironic."
Blaine smiled and nodded, "Okay, well Nick is in dorm 36, which is upstairs in the left-side hall."
I thanked him and went up the stairs. After walking a little bit, I found the dorm labeled 36.
Here goes nothing.
I knocked on the door and an extremely blond head popped out.
"Okay, I'm pretty sure you're not Nick..." I pointed out.
Blondie smiled, "That I am not. I'm Jeff, Nick's roomie. The person in question would be right a-there." he dramatically pointed to the other side of the room, where a brunette with hazel eyes looked up at the mention of his name.
Nick.
He grinned at the sight of me. "Hey! What brings you here?" I held up the mail and tossed it to him.
He looked at it and ripped it open. Then he smirked, "You're still getting Sports Illustrated from when I subscribed?"
I glanced over to see the subscription ending notice. "Not for much long, I guess."
Nick looked up, "Oh! By the way, Nicole, this is Jeff Sterling, my roommate. Jeff, this is Nicole, my younger sister."
Jeff smiled at me and I felt a tingle in my gut.
What the-
"Oh, ow egakly id ooh et eewe?" I looked over to see Nick with a mouth full of Red Vines that appeared out of nowhere. I gestured for him to throw the box to me and he did.
I waited for Nick to chew the Red Vines and replied, "Try again." whilst biting down on 2 and tossing the box to Jeff.
"How exactly did you get here? I know for a FACT that you don't have a car." Nick asked.
I sighed, "Long story or short story?"
The boys grinned, "BOTH!"
I laughed and began, "Well, long story is I took 2 buses and walked half a mile. Then, I walked into the lobby and asked some pale black-haired dude for directions and he nearly sprayed me with his bottle thing."
Jeff and Nick smirked, "Dwight." I nodded and continued.
"Sure. Anyway, then I walked into this crazy dorm and a guy named Blaine directed me here."
Jeff swallowed his Red Vines and threw the half-empty box at Nick's forehead, "And the short story?"
I smiled, "Through the door!"
We caught up for a few minutes, until I stood up, "Well, I guess I better start the journey on outward."
"Uh, Nicole?" Jeff asked. He was looking out the window. I walked over and saw what he meant.
It was raining buckets.
I cursed under my breath and Nick glanced at me protectively. Oh, come on. I'm not THAT young.
Jeff sighed, "Okay, you can NOT be walking half a mile and waiting for buses in THIS crazy weather." Nick nodded in agreement.
"I guess you'll just have to stick around for a while.."
I rolled my eyes and smiled, "Fun."
Jeff chuckled, "Oh, come on. We're not that bad."
I shrugged, "Well, considering since I've only met 3 people and more than half of them are surely insane..."
Nick and Jeff glanced at each other, "Well, then lets introduce you to some people." And they each grabbed one of my arms and dragged me out the door.
In the hallway, we were met by a smallish boy with straw-colored hair. "Hey, Reed!" Nick greeted.
The boy looked up and smiled. His eyes fell on me, "Hey guys! Who's this?"
Nick threw his arms around me, "My sister."
Reed's eyes widened, "YOU'RE NICK'S SISTER?" He asked, very loudly. The entire hallway went silent and I'm pretty sure I heard a few people run up the stairs to look at me.
I mean, yeah, I have a good body, but come on.
Nick intersected, "Okay, guys. Blink before your eyes glaze over. This is my sister here."
