Dalton!Verse FanFic
DISCLAIMER! I do not own Glee (though I really, really wish I did) and I do not own Dalton or any of the beautiful characters that belong to CP Coulter. CP is the culmination of awesomeness. I am not.
"Are you sure about this? No one outside of this school can ever know."
Dean Ramsey stared her down, making her fidget in the hard plastic chair. Taylor Johnson flipped her long dark hair back and stared straight into the dean's eyes. She knew the things at risk for the chance she was taking, and knew that the results could be disastrous.
"Yes. I'm sure. It's the only way," Taylor replied calmly, sealing her fate once and for all. Coming to Dalton was probably the most reckless thing she had ever done. But living in disguise for a couple years wasn't as bad as death was it?
Dean Ramsey settled back into her chair, studying Taylor. This time, Taylor avoided the dean's gaze, staring at the hands folded in her lap.
"Alright then. Now, according to your applications, you wish to board here at Dalton?" the dean said, raising one eyebrow.
"Yah. And I get to choose which house I stay in, right?" Taylor inquired, still staring down at her hands.
"Yes that's right. And I believe you chose-"
"Windsor," Taylor said, finally looking back up at the dean. "I think it's best... ah... suited for me and my needs."
The corner of the dean's mouth twitched up into a smirk as she replied, "Well if you're sure. Here is your class schedule," she said, sliding a stack of papers across the mahogany desk. "The Windsor house head, Howard, will show you to the dorm."
Howard then stood from his chair in the corner of the room and opened the door,turning and raising an eyebrow at Ramsey.
"I'm still not sure about this."
"Where else can she go?" Ramsey argued. "It's settled. She moves into Windsor tonight. Now just go bring her over to the dorm and then let boys handle it"
"Because that's a good idea," Howard muttered, sighing and beckoning for Taylor to join him.
Taylor stood and stretched, stiff from many hours of sitting in the dean's office. She wasn't nervous, handling a bunch of crazy boys not being new to her.
She followed Howard out the door and across the grounds, hands in her pockets and humming softly. Groaning slightly, she remembered the wig. Polyester and dyed a cheerful blonde, the Bieber-style wig would transform her into a boy and keep her safe from the outside world. Wincing, she tucked up her hair on top of her head and pulled the wig over it. Damn, it was itchy.
"You won't have to wear it long. The boys should know, it'll be less awkward and-"
" I know," Taylor said, cutting him off quietly. Silenced, Howard gestured towards the large Manor-style building in front of them.
" Windsor?" Taylor asked, eyebrow raised.
"That's right. They'll all in the entrance hall, I called before we left. They don't know why."
" Well they will now," Taylor sighed and yanked open the front door to find a large group of boys standing in a grand entrance hall staring at her.
"um… uh…" she stammered, momentarily speechless, turning to Howard for support.
" This is Taylor Johnson," Howard explained calmly. "He will he staying here in Windsor for the remainder of the year and next year as well. Would any of you be willing to give him a tour while I speak with the rest of you?"
A pair of twin boys with ice blue eyes grinned and stated in unison, " We'd be happy to show him around."
Howard sighed wearily before replying, " Fine. Taylor, follow the twins. Evan, Ethan, don't break him for me, please?"
And without more warning than that, Taylor was yanked up the marble staircase and was being pulled through corridor after corridor.
" These,"
" Are dorms."
There are quite alot of those."
"There's not much else to see."
Suddenly, they stopped turning and grinning at Taylor.
"So to show you what the dorms look like-"
" We're taking you to ours."
They opened a door off to the right and Taylor entered behind them . The room was the size of apartment, with beds along the sides of the room and a large white couch and a glass coffee table with a group of large Nerf guns on it in the center.
"It's nice," Taylor said, her mouth curling up into a smile at the sight of the Nerf guns.
" Why thank you Chess, We do our best" the twins said, grinning in unison.
" Chess?" Taylor asked in confusion.
" Well you do have quite the smile"
" Welcome to Wonderland, my dear Cheshire Cat," one of them said with a smirk, holding out a Nerf gun for her to take.
" While I do appreciate the nickname," Taylor said, distracting them while reaching into her bag. " I would prefer-"
At this the twins smiles faltered slighty.
" To use my own gun," she said, pulling out a gun even bigger than the twins, smirking at their shocked faces.
" Taylor is a little… different than all of you. Just… give him a little time to adjust before you unleash the crazy on him," Howard concluded, opening the door and walking out into the cool evening.
"Oh, and boys? Make sure to tell him to tell you. Immediately
As soon as the front door closed, a shriek could be heard from somewhere above their heads.
" Well, we're a little premature on the crazy part," Kurt said from the corner.
The boys rushed upstairs, banging the door to the Twins room open, expecting to find Taylor curled up on the floor begging for mercy.
Instead they found the twins huddled in one corner of the room, looking in awe at Taylor, who held all of the Nerf guns in her hands, never for a moment loking away from the twins.
"Well this is interesting," Wes mused as the Twins and Taylor continued to stare each other down.
"Guys snap out of it," Chazz ordered. " Taylor drop the guns. Apparently, you need to tell us something."
"Well, as much as I'd like to tell you…"
"Chazz."
"Chazz. Well as much as I'd love to tell you, the moment I drop these guns, the Tweedles won't waste a second getting them will they? No way am I setting myself up for ambush like that." Taylor stated calmly, still looking at the Twins.
"Fine. Tweedles don't take the guns. Taylor, drop them. Now."
Taylor sighed and said, "Alright Tweedles. Truce?"
"We want a rematch!"
"You caught us off guard with your fancy gun."
The twins relinquished their hold on each other and emerged from the corner. Taylor placed the guns on the coffee table as all the boys turned to her expectantly.
"Well I don't know how much Howard told you," Taylor sighed, taking a deep breath. " But I'm pretty sure you don't know the full extent of the situation."
She grasped a hold on the seam of the wig and pulled, her hair spilling out across her shoulders. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked up, curious to see their reaction.
Silence.
"God it's hot in here," she said casually, ignoring their stunned faces as she began stripping off the many layers of Dalton jackets used to conceal her body. She worked her way through the pile until she was wearing nothing more than a pair of gray pants, a tie, and a white shirt.
"Wait."
"So Chess-"
"Is a talking flower!" the twins exclaimed in unison, swinging her around in circles.
"Who beat us-" they stopped.
"At Nerf guns," the Tweedles said with a frown.
"Rematch!"
"Wait. So the school board is ok with a GIRL staying in the dorm with us!" Chazz said increduloulsy.
" They made an exception,"Taylor replied softly. "They took my… situation into consideration and decided it was ok."
Chazz just looked at her.
"Then why us? Why Windsor?"
" Don't make her leave Chazz! Chess is our friend!" the twins whined, clinging to Taylor
"I chose Windsor. I took a tour… in private… and I felt like… like I could belong here," Taylor's hazel eyes boring into Chazz as she hugged the twins.
"Fine. You stay. But- God dammit Reed!"
As he spoke, a small boy with strawberry-blonde curls tumbled forward onto the carpet. He rose unsteadily and said, blushing furiously, "I'm fine. Fine."
"Omigod you look like an angel. From like a Botticelli. Not Michaelangelo. His angels are too hard, less expressive…" Taylor gushed, forgetting that no teenage boy would know what the hell she was talking about, let alone know who Botticelli was.
However, the boy's face brightened at the mention of the artists and ran over to Taylor, stumbling as he went.
"And you wanted to get rid of her," Reed glared at Chazz.
Chazz threw up his hands in mock surrender and retreated to the corner as everyone came forward to greet Taylor, each person joining her and the Tweedles on the couch.
" Kurt." a boy who slightly resembled a nymph came forward and raised an eyebrow.
"Assuming you're in the price range here at Dalton, could you please explain to me why your wearing Converse?"
"Designer shoes are pain to wear all day," said Taylor with a wave of her hand. " I've got this pair of Prada heels… absolutely gorgeous, but they kill my feet."
Kurt, dead serious, replied "Mind if I give them a try?"