A/N: Readers have been requesting a sequel to Boys, Girls, and Kurt Hummel after its abrupt ending, so here it is. Enjoy.
Kurt was awake at four thirty. It was still dark out and the entire house was almost silent, except for the small shuffles of his dad moving about upstairs. He got up with a sigh and tugged off his pajamas before disappearing into his bathroom to shower.
It had been about four weeks since he had gone through his second puberty. Four weeks since he had turned into a girl. Three weeks since Ricky raped him in the cafeteria in front of every one of his tormenters. Burt had taken him straight to the hospital where they examined him with a rape kit. It was horrifying, being forced to strip again, things poking and prodding, pictures being taken. He just wanted to go home. His minor injuries had been attended to and despite having taken a shower, the doctors were still able to collect a sample of Ricky's semen inside of him.
Inside of him.
Ricky had been expelled from school and arrested. He was spending the next eighteen months in juvenile prison. Karofsky, Azimio, Baker, and all of the other jocks that had harassed him were suspended from school for two months. That didn't stop them from going to Kurt's house and smashing his mailbox, leaving dead animals on his front step, TP-ing his house, and shooting at it with paintballs. A couple times they had caught Kurt outside, usually sitting on his front step with a book. They threw pee balloons at him, and one time even held him down while the others tried to strip him. This had come to an abrupt stop when Burt came out of the house with a shotgun in his hand and an absolutely murderous expression on his face.
Burt sued the school. He had hired an excellent lawyer using his own savings and the case was quickly taken to court. It had lasted all of a week. With the overwhelming amount of evidence from not only witnesses, but pictures and the injuries inflicted on Kurt, the Hummels had this case in the bag. They had won, but to Kurt it felt as if nothing had even changed. People still drove past his house yelling abuse and damaging property, they wrote mean, awful things about him online, and the number of anonymous hate calls had increased exponentially. When he received his first death threat, Burt knew that Lima was no longer safe for his son.
He looked into private schools out of town that Kurt would be safe in. That was when he found Dobry Hall School for Girls about two hours away in Westerville. He had presented it to Kurt, who had immediately refused, saying he didn't want to ever see another girl again. While boys were tougher, girls were meaner and he didn't think he'd ever be able to trust them again. He had even ditched his girl clothes in favor of binding his chest down and dressing in his regular outfits once more. He had cut his hair, as well, but it was already growing again at a rapid pace. It reached his shoulders now and he had only cut it a week ago.
Burt had kept looking and came across Dalton Academy for boys. He knew what they might say about enrolling Kurt due to his…condition, but it was worth a shot. To his surprise, they had accepted Kurt with complete and utter understanding and sympathy to his case. The tuition was no problem, since they had the money won from the lawsuit. It was perfect.
To Kurt, those four weeks felt like a lifetime. So much had happened all at once and he felt so tired of hiding from the world. He looked at himself in the mirror with a frown. His once healthy, shapely body was now thinning at an alarming rate. It was impossible to eat with all of the stress he was under. He stepped into the shower and turned it on, letting the water go from cold to hot over his skin. He grabbed the shampoo and lathered it up in his newly trimmed hair before tackling the rest of his body quickly. He had shaved the night before, though he wasn't sure why he had felt the need to.
Stepping out, he wrapped a towel around himself and towel dried his hair before grabbing the gauze from the top of the toilet seat and wrapping it around his chest. He looked in the mirror as he bound his breasts tightly to his chest, and then secured it with a few safety pins. He slipped on some cotton panties-the only thing from his girl clothes that he still wore since his boy underwear no longer fit properly-and tugged an undershirt over his head.
Since he wasn't actually going to classes today, Kurt decided to wear normal clothes instead. He wore a long sleeved black button-up with a gray vest and skinny jeans. He styled his hair and went through his moisturizing routine before going over his packing list one last time. He had five suitcases containing clothes and personal products alone. In three were his regular clothes as well as the uniforms that he had been given. In the fourth were some outfits from his girl wardrobe as well as some bras and extra wrappings.
In the last suitcase he had all of his skin products, make-up, time-of-the-month supplies, and hair products along with whatever else he might need. His carry on contained all of his electronics. He didn't bring any pictures with him other than one of his family. He had no friends to take pictures with.
When he was sure that he had everything, Kurt began the process of lugging everything up to the living room. Once everything was up, he walked into the kitchen where Burt was waiting for him with a cup of coffee.
"Morning, Champ." Burt nodded.
Kurt smiled at him weakly. "Morning, Dad."
"You all ready? Got all your stuff packed?"
Kurt nodded. "Yep. Can I have your keys so I can put this stuff in the back seat?"
Burt tossed him his keys and watched as his son took the first two suitcases and wheeled them towards the front door. Outside it was dark and damp from last night's rain storm. It was crisp out, but still warm enough for early October that Kurt didn't need a jacket. He wheeled the suitcases over to the car and unlocked the large Navigator so that he could push the first two suitcases into the back seat. Then he returned to the house and repeated that with the rest of the luggage. Burt tried to offer him food, which Kurt politely refused and soon it was five thirty.
Kurt climbed into the passenger seat and rested his head against the window as Burt started the car. He was still tired, so the trip was extremely silent for the most part, especially when he fell asleep after the first half hour. When he woke, he was greeted with the smell of a toasted blueberry bagel and coffee.
"Just in case you decide you're hungry." Burt commented gently.
Kurt stared at the bag containing the food before looking up at his dad. "How long was I asleep?"
Burt glanced at the clock. "About an hour and fifteen minutes. We just reached Westerville."
Kurt took a deep breath as he stretched the best he could in the car. "How much longer?" He yawned.
"Ten, twenty minutes." Burt shrugged. "Not too long."
Kurt nodded and ripped a piece off from the bagel and bit into it before taking a sip of coffee. It was still hot, which was a relief to Kurt. He couldn't stand room temperature or cold coffee. Knowing his dad wouldn't protest, he turned on the radio and switched it to his favorite show tunes station. Don't Rain On My Parade filtered out through the car's speakers and he rested back in his seat, humming along with it. Usually Burt would complain and switch it to the old rock station, but today, he just let Kurt do what he wanted. The kid deserved some peace.
Fifteen minutes passed in a flash and before Kurt knew it, his dad was pulling into the parking lot of the largest building Kurt had ever seen in person. It looked just like he had expected it to look: old, polished, preppy and wealthy. The landscape was beautiful with professionally maintained gardens and freshly cut grass. The entrance was huge, with large doors that led straight to the main office.
The inside was large and silent, the sound of Kurt's shoes on the tiled floors echoing throughout the whole place. He and Burt entered the main office and walked up to one of the secretaries.
"Good morning, can I help you?" She asked cheerfully.
"Uh, yea. Kurt Hummel is starting here today." Burt said, nodding to his son.
The secretary typed something into her computer and smiled. "Yep!" She nodded and grinned up at Kurt. "Welcome to Dalton Academy, Kurt. I hope you enjoy it here." She stood and went over to a cabinet, pulling out a key. "This is the key to your dorm." She said handing it to him. "You are in Windsor house, room 16A. If you have trouble finding your room, there are plenty of students that will be happy to help. She walked over to the printer and pulled out the papers. "Here is your schedule and a map of the school. It's easy to get lost at first, but you'll figure it out eventually."
Kurt accepted everything with a polite thank you and walked out with his dad, stuffing the key in his pocket. After a little driving around, Burt finally found Windsor house. It was about a hundred or so feet from the main building with a small parking lot on the side for student cars. Burt parked there and helped Kurt get all of his stuff out. Kurt slung his backpack over his shoulder and propped the carry on on top of one of the suitcases. He grabbed that and second one before wheeling them up to the front door. He got through the first set of doors, and was halfway through the second when one of his suitcases got stuck on the threshold. Great. The front hall of the house, which was actually more like a mansion, was empty at the moment. There was a large staircase that led up to the rooms, and he could see a common room to the left. He yanked at his bag and got it in, sighing a little in annoyance when it ripped slightly. Perfect, his Louis Vuitton was ruined. He groaned when he saw the large set of stairs and took a deep breath before picking up his suitcases and starting the climb. While he may have been a Cheerio, this was much worse and halfway up, he had to take a break. He could hear the muffled sounds of boys getting ready and checked the time. Seven forty-seven. He took another breath and held it as he quickly hurried up the rest of the steps. He exhaled loudly once he was at the top, panting hard. His lack of appetite had also made him much weaker. Seeing Burt at the bottom of the steps, he decided to go on ahead to his room.
He checked one hall, only to realize that it was the B-wing, so he turned and went the opposite way. A's everywhere. He listed off the numbers until he reached 16A and pulled out the key. He tested the doorknob first and was surprised to see that it was already unlocked. Stuffing the key back into his pocket, he slowly entered the room. The very first thing he noticed was his bed, bare of everything but a sheet. A comforter and blankets were folded at the end of the bed with pillows resting on top.
He lugged the suitcases in and dropped them by the bed before turning and stopping dead in his tracks. The other half of the room contained another bed, already slept in. There were posters and pictures all over the walls and a laptop sat on a desk that faced the wall. Somebody already lived here. Kurt went back into the hall to make sure he was in the right room before entering again.
"Hey!" A pudgy brunet with a cheerful smile on his face left the bathroom wearing a Dalton uniform. He had a sweet face that reminded Kurt of the Pillsbury doughboy. The boy looked friendly enough…
"H-Hi." Kurt mumbled, quickly ducking his head.
"You must be my new roommate." The boy grinned. "I'm Trent."
Kurt nodded. "Hi." He muttered before leaving the room. He kicked himself as he walked down the hallway. He was such an idiot. Now that kid probably thought he was a total weirdo. Why did he have to freak out around everybody?
"You alright, Kurt?" Burt asked as he hefted two more suitcases up the stairs. "Where's your room?"
Kurt pointed to his door. "Right there. I'm going to get the last suitcase." He rushed down the stairs and out to the Navigator, hefting the last bag out of the back seat. He shut the door and hurried back inside. It was much easier getting up the stairs with one suitcase and once he was at the top, he made his way back to the room where Burt was waiting for him with a rather confused looking Trent.
"Alright, bud. You all set?" Burt asked.
Kurt nodded, staring at the ground. "Yep." Now that he was around strangers, he had started speaking in a lower voice again, just like he had the first couple days of becoming a girl.
"You know if you need anything just give me a call." Burt reminded him. "Even if it's three in the morning."
Kurt nodded. "Got it." He walked with Burt into the hallway and gave him a tight hug. "I'll miss you. That's about the only thing I'll miss."
Burt gave his son a bone crushing hug and nodded. "I love you, Kurt. I just want to keep you safe. I feel like I've already failed you."
Kurt shook his head. "It was my fault for not telling you. I'm sorry."
Burt sighed. "It's over. You're safe here. Nobody will know you're here."
Kurt nodded. "Who knows, maybe I'll even have friends." He said, forcing a smile.
"Of course you will. You're much too likeable." Burt smiled before ruffling Kurt's hair. For once, he allowed it.
After another quick hug and a kiss to the top of Kurt's head, Burt waved goodbye and disappeared down the stairs. For the first time in his life, Kurt was completely and utterly alone.
He returned to the room, where Trent was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. "My name's Kurt." He mumbled before sitting down on the bed and curling into a ball.
Trent's smile appeared again, though this time there was hints of concern in it. "Nice to meet you. If you want, I can give you a tour of the school."
Kurt's eyes flashed. Unnecessary kindness? There had to be a catch. "No thanks." He turned and unzipped his first suitcase. He began the process of pulling out clothes and sorting them into piles to be put into drawers.
Trent's smile faltered. "Well uh, do you wanna sit with me and my friends for lunch?"
The shirt Kurt was folding slipped out of his hands onto the floor. "No."
"Come on, it'll be fun. I'll introduce you to all-."
"I said no!" Kurt snapped, making Trent flinch. He picked up the shirt and started folding it, then unsatisfied with it, shook it out and tried again. He did this several times.
"Oh, o-okay." Trent nodded. He checked the time. "I guess I'll just uh…leave you alone." He slung his bag over his shoulder and quickly headed out of the room.
Kurt took a few deep breaths and focused on the folding, relieved to finally be alone.
"Hey, Trent!"
Trent looked up to see a group of boys rushing to catch up with him. "Hey guys."
"I heard the new kid got here this morning." Wes said.
"He did?" Jeff asked in surprise before turning to Nick. "Did you hear about this?" The boy shook his head.
"What does he look like?" Blaine asked. "Can he sing? We've still got that spot on the Warblers that we need filling ever since Charlie graduated."
David noticed Trent's disconcerted expression. "What is it, man?"
"His name is Kurt, but he's…weird." Trent frowned.
"Pfft, so? We all are." Wes shrugged.
Trent shook his head quickly. "No, you don't get it. It's like he was afraid of me, and then when I asked him if he wanted to have lunch with us he got really angry."
"He's probably just shy or something." Jeff shrugged. "Maybe he got bullied. It always takes kids like that a while to get comfortable and realize that nobody is going to hurt him."
Blaine scowled at him. "Kids like that?"
"You know what I mean, Blaine." Jeff said.
Trent sighed. "I guess. He probably just wants to be alone. I don't think he even knew he'd have a roommate."
"Well, why don't we introduce ourselves tonight?" Blaine offered. "We can take our food to the house tonight and eat in Trent's room."
Trent looked a little uncertain. "What if he leaves?"
"We'll just have to keep him there using our charm." Wes joked.
Trent sighed. "All right."
It only took about two hours for Kurt to unpack. His girl clothes were hidden safely at the bottom of his dresser under a pile of winter clothes and as for his underwear and binding, he just hoped Trent never decided to take a peek in his underwear drawer. The boy only had a comb and a small container of gel in the bathroom so Kurt felt a little guilty for loading the counter with all of his hair products. As for his tampons and pads, those were kept in his suitcase and stored in the closet. He filled his desk with his electronics and his laptop was set on top. He positioned his stereo on top of his dresser beside the picture of him and his family. Once he had made the bed and set all of his school supplies onto his night stand, he flopped down on his bed and looked around. This was his life now.
He felt a little guilty for being so harsh to Trent that morning. The boy probably just wanted to be a good roommate, but he just didn't know anymore. Kurt sighed. He would apologize later. For now, he got up and decided to tour the school grounds on his own. He roamed the corridors, getting lost a few times and asking teachers for directions. He made sure he knew the route to all of his classes, the library, the nearest bathroom, and the dining hall. Then lastly, he entered the gym. It looked nothing like McKinley's. It was much larger with a lot of new equipment, but it still sent shivers down Kurt's back and he quickly left. He stopped in a bathroom and made sure nobody was in it before using one of the stalls. Then he left and wandered a little longer.
By lunchtime, Kurt was so familiar with the building that he could have grown up in it, sorta. He had also checked in with the nurse so that she knew he was here and delivered his medical files to her. Now he was working up the courage to enter the dining hall. It was a large room that sort of reminded Kurt of the Great Hall in Harry Potter. Long wooden tables with benches filled the room instead of the individual ones like at McKinley. There were different lines for ever kind of food. There was pizza and burgers, Italian, Asian, Mexican, subs, vegan, and so on. Kurt was starting to understand why Dalton tuition was so expensive. Kurt had his meal card in his pocket, so he looked around, trying to figure out what he wanted to eat. He finally settled on Chinese and got in line. He looked around and all he could see was a sea of navy blazers, chatting and eating just like and other high school. Without his uniform, Kurt stuck out like a sore thumb. Once he had his sticky rice and spring rolls, he froze and looked around, trying to find a place to sit.
"Hey, Kurt!"
Kurt sighed. "Wonderful." He muttered. He turned to see Trent waving to him from a group of boys and gesturing for him to come over. Kurt looked around desperately trying to find any other place he could sit, but there didn't seem to be anywhere else. With a defeated sigh, he trudged over to Trent's table and sat down in the space Trent left him.
"You must be Kurt, I'm Blaine." A dark haired boy smiled. He held up his hand to shake, making Kurt flinch.
Blaine looked at him in surprise, but the others pretended not to notice as they all took turns introducing themselves.
"So why did you transfer to Dalton?" Wes asked.
Kurt looked up at him warily and didn't reply.
"Umm, do you like to sing?" David asked quickly to break the awkward silence.
Kurt hesitated before nodding. "I can sing."
Trent beamed. "That's great! You should audition for the Warblers."
"Absolutely not." Kurt shook his head quickly.
"What? Why? You just said-."
"I said no." Kurt said dangerously.
"How do you know if you don't want to if you've never tried it?" Blaine asked.
"I just know." Kurt muttered.
"Oh come on, what are you afraid of?" Wes asked.
Kurt inhaled sharply and got up. "The answer is no." He hissed before throwing out his almost completely uneaten lunch and leaving the dining hall.
Trent turned to the others. "See what I mean? It's like he hates everybody."
"Or he's afraid." David frowned.
"Where's he from anyway?" Jeff asked.
Trent shrugged. "I hope he's not like this all year."
"Just give him some time to relax." Blaine urged him. "Don't push him, let him come to you."
"You make it sound like Kurt's a wild animal." Nick laughed.
Blaine shrugged. "Just give him some space. He'll come around eventually."