DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to the 1985 movie, 'The Breakfast Club', Glee or 'Dalton' by CP Coulter.

EDIT: This (including the following author's note) was written and was supposed to be published almost a year ago but I've had the busiest year so I'm only getting around to it now.

Author's Note: Hello! So the other day I watched The Breakfast Club for the first time- I swear I have been culturally deprived by my parents!- and absolutely fell in love with it! Then suddenly, as I was contemplating the movie's awesomeness, the idea for this story popped into my head and I just had to write it. I'm surprised no one has before me (that I know of). Basically, although the setting is the same as TBC, the Dalton characters are not specifically based on TBC characters (ie. Logan is not given all of Bender's characteristics). Some of them (Derek as the athlete) fit better than others but I've made up new nicknames/titles to fit the Dalton characters. Also, some of the dialogue (eg. Murdoch's intro to the group) is similar to what some of the characters said in the movie but not all of it is there and I've chopped and changed a little bit to fit these Dalton characters. Also, I would just like to say that the points were Merril is referred to as 'he' is on purpose and is to show that the others do not think of her as a girl. I also must point out that most of the canon Dalton story has not happened yet in this story. So, there is no Stuart Trio and Logan isn't the Stuart prefect and hasn't fallen in love with Kurt. Kurt is dating Blaine though and Merril is dating Spencer. Also, Julian isn't in love with Logan… yet. And there's no Adam or anything. Murdoch, however, is still a bastard and seriously strict. I think that's all I had to tell you. I hope it all makes sense to you. Now, please enjoy!

Chapter 1

"…and these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through…"

–David Bowie

Saturday…March 19, 2011. Dalton Academy, Westerville, Ohio, 20084.

Dear Professor Murdoch,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see us… in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a boy in girl's clothes, an athlete, a movie star, a princess and an angry brooder. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning.

We were brainwashed…

"Look, Charlie, I'm pretty sure that there's been a big mistake. I'm not some delinquent. You know that. I'm not supposed to be in detention." Kurt pleaded his case with as much dignity as he could muster. He wasn't about to beg Charlie Amos, the Windsor prefect, to pull some strings to get him out of the nine hour, Saturday detention, but if he could somehow convince him that there had been some big mix-up then maybe Charlie could be persuaded to talk to the evil Prof. Murdoch.

"I'm sorry, Kurt, I know you aren't a delinquent but ditching school to go shopping is not okay." Charlie told Kurt as they walked across the large campus to the library where the detention was being held. When he saw Kurt's brief, despondent expression, he gave a light chuckle, "It's just one detention. You'll be fine," before giving Kurt a small push into the library building and walking off back to Windsor.

"It's only a couple of hours-" Spencer Willis said reassuringly to his girlfriend as they made their way to the library from Hanover House. Merril, however, interjected, "Nine hours, Spenc! Nine!"

Spencer gave a sympathetic grimace and said softly, "I know, babe, but there's nothing you can do. But I'll give you a massage tonight, when you get out. How 'bout that?"

Merril grinned at her boyfriend, agreed that that sounded like an excellent plan and kissed him goodbye before entering the library.

Derek finished his early morning rowing training, had a quick chat with his team mates, a shower in the locker room and, once dressed, headed out towards the library for the Saturday detention he had earned himself. His team mates- and also friends- wished him good luck and reminded him about the evening practise. He scoffed and said, "Jesus, dudes. I'm the captain of the rowing team- I'm not going to miss a practise, am I?"

He made it into the library just as the clock on the wall above the librarian's desk showed 07:04. Scanning the library, he found it empty except for two other boys. The first was a twink-ish princess who sat in the front row of desks filing his nails and looking irritated. The second sat a row back, behind the princess, with his hands folded neatly on the desk as he stared into space, already bored. His hair was past shoulder-length and pulled back into a low pony-tail. Derek rolled his eyes at his fellow detention-ees and decided to take a seat in the front row, a couple seats down from the princess. He wondered whether it would just be him and these two ladies for the next couple of hours.

The next boy to enter- Logan- was tall and blonde with brooding green eyes that glared at the three other library occupants. He strode powerfully to the second row of desks and glared even harder at the boy-in-girl's-clothes. His glare must have been venomous enough for him to feel it and he looked up at the blonde brooder. Logan didn't have to say anything for Merril to understand and he quickly got up and moved down the row of desks, leaving a large gap between himself and the angry one. Logan sat down and put his feet up onto the chair beside it.

Another few moments of silence passed until the doors opened once more and an imposing teacher- the cruel Prof. Murdoch- strode in, frowning like it put him in a bad mood just to look at them.

"Well done everyone on not being late-" his introduction was cut short by the doors banging open once more. A brunette boy with perfect hair and skin waltzed in with sunglasses on his face, a smirk across his lips and a cell phone to his ear, "Yeah, Carmen, I still blame you for this whole mess. So fix it." He hung up the call and removed his sunglasses while his eyes swept across the room and it's occupants, who stared at him with varying degrees of disgust and anger.

"Not surprisingly, Mr. Larson, you are late. Take your seat," Prof. Murdoch said in a hard voice and turned back to address the others. Julian Larson smirked some more at this and said, "I apologise, Prof. Murdoch, I was signing autographs," before taking a seat in the third row, behind Logan, and laying his sunglasses and phone on the desk in front of him.

"Yes, well, I'm sure you enjoyed your grand entrance and that it was everything it was planned to be," Prof. Murdoch countered and began to hand out lined paper to each of them, "This is paper. On it you will each write an essay- of no less than one thousand words- explaining to me who you think that you are. It will be collected by me at the end of the day. Now, there will be no talking, no moving from your seat, no cell phones," he picked up the cell phone off Julian's desk and began to collect the others' as well, "and no," he pulled out the chair from under Logan's feet- Julian snorted as Logan's feet fell stupidly to the ground and was rewarded with a harsh glare-, "sleeping." Murdoch moved to the front of the room again, "As you are all supposed to be young gentlemen," he glanced at Merril, "that door will be closed," he pointed to the door that led out of the library, "and I expect you all to follow my rules. That being said, of course, my office is right across the hall so I'll know instantly if you disobey me." Prof. Murdoch then glanced down at his watch and said, "It is now exactly 07:08 so you have eight hours and fifty-two minutes to think about nothing except your essays and how you can improve yourselves enough so that when you leave this school, you can be just as perfect as we promised your parents you would be after four years here."

Logan glared at Murdoch with all he had at these words.

"Because none of you are retarded- at least not severely anyway," Murdoch glared at each and every one of the five teenagers, "None of you will have any questions. You may begin your essays." With that, he turned and strode out of the library again and shut the door behind him.

There was silence in the library as they all realised that it was going to be a fucking long day.

A/N: Because I'm probably not going to be around for a while, I've decided to just post the whole story (all 5 chapters) now, although they will still be posted as separate chapters. Hope you enjoyed this first taste and will enjoy the rest. If you have the time, please leave me your thoughts in a review, it would mean a lot to me. Thanks for reading! -Cloey