Title: Welcome To your New Life
Words: ~1,600(I really don't know, this is seriously just an estimation)
Warnings: Rated M for cursing, future Adult Themes, future Graphic Violence; Introduction of Humanoids, Chimera, and otherwise fantastical creatures.
Spoilers: At this point, it starts in the second season. Being that we're almost at the Fourth Season, I think you're okay. ;)
Authors note:
Okay then, here we go! Remember that old story I wrote a looooong time ago called "Welcome to Dalton"? Yeah, well, this is sort of it, but new and improved!
I know the other one ended kind of abruptly, and that I didn't show my face here for a good number of months-aherm-about a year-ahem-but now I think I want to start writing this again. :3 I really like that idea I had before, but I just didn't have the drive or the writing skills to properly execute it. :/
So, the prologue is rather long, and I don't know just yet if the forthcoming chapters are going to be shorter, longer, similar length, or what-I guess I'll just go with it. x3
AND NOW, INTRODUCING A NEW AND IMPROVED STORY BY YOURS TRULY,
I give you, the Prologue to Welcome To your New Life. :) Hope you enjoy it~
To say that Kurt was nervous was the worst understatement one could ever use in this situation.
Kurt Hummel was special. A "superb human being", as his doctor and, respectively, his teachers would say. He was brighter in more ways than any person at his public school, McKinley High, and his intellect was more than just noticeable among the crowd around him; however, that could be because the majority of his peers are neanderthals, as Kurt likes to refer to them, or they're just too scared to unleash whatever intelligence they may have into the public.
Kurt Hummel surpassed each and every class he was assigned, one after another. McKinley's principal tried as best as he could to place Kurt in a higher-ranked class, but even the "smartest class in McKinley" was too slow for Kurt. It was time for a change.
Even at a young age, Kurt's intellect had been high. He was walking by the age of 6-8 months, reading ten page, simple sentence, stories by 14-15 months, and singing as soon as he could form words - which was around 8 months as well.
At Elementary school, Kurt's teachers have been amazed at his many capabilities for such a young age, and encouraged him to enroll in higher-grade reading / writing classes, enhanced Social Studies classes, and higher-level Math classes. Kurt was on fire, and his ever-loving (and ever-surprised) mother and father, Elizabeth and Burt Hummel, took pride in their son's quick learning.
It wasn't until Kurt was eight years old that his spring of amazing capabilities was paused.
August 2002, eight years after Kurt was born, Elizabeth Hummel passed away.
She was very sick-for weeks on end and was only kept alive because of what could either have been strong will or a strong curiosity of certain doctors whom were trying to figure out exactly what this illness was.
It is still unknown what kind of illness or disease she carried, and never has such an illness presented itself again for doctors to study it further.
When she had finally been put in the ground, many were devastated and many were pained.
Kurt was probably affected the worst.
He couldn't sleep for days. His grades depleted come Middle School, and his smiling time significantly depleted.
Burt didn't know what else to do, so he put him in therapy. Kurt, becoming quite the diva, didn't cooperate as well as Burt had hoped. Instead of forcing him into opening up, he pulled Kurt out of therapy and let him come out at his own pace.
It wasn't until the end of 7th grade when Kurt started smiling again. He let himself talk more often; he would speak whenever he wanted to rather than just to answer a question or give an explanation.
He started pulling his grades up again, at least to Bs. It wasn't until he entered High School that he started caring about himself a little more. He started wearing nicer clothing, standing up a little straighter, and working that much harder to bring his intellect back up.
It was then, during his first year of high school, that Kurt started passing the bar again.
At first, he was proud to be so smart. It felt good, being the only one to raise his hand to answer a question and always get it right; to always be the highest grade in every class; to receive praise from his teachers every day, even for just the vest he was wearing or the twirl in his hair that day.
He soon realized that being the best wasn't the best place to be-and that some people didn't like to be overdone.
He first realized this when he answered a question incorrectly (probably for the first time), and the person behind him coughed, "Guess you're not so smart."
He next realized this when people sneered at him after a teacher complemented his dress.
Finally, he knew he had to change something when people would purposefully start shouldering him in the halls and call him names like, "Nerd", or "Smart-Ass".
The last straw was probably when Kurt had opened his locker one morning to find a mess of notes or paper slips saying things like, "Being smart doesn't make you better than us, jerk," or, "Be like the rest of us, creep!"
At that, Kurt changed his demeanor.
He said hello to teachers less often during the day, raised his hand a bit less often, and didn't let his yearning to push past his limits overcome him again. All these things he changed, but never once did he let his grades slip again.
The bullies died down a little after a while, which gave Kurt some breathing time. Though it wasn't long when a year later, Kurt realized another problem that he didn't think he'd be able to hide as easily.
Kurt Hummel liked men.
He first realized this fact when Stephen Strausser, head quarter-back of McKinley High's football team and school heartthrob, changed into his uniform for gym, which was ironically Kurt's gym period as well.
He hadn't realized he was staring at those amazing shoulders, those perfectly toned pecs and abs, and that amazing set of biceps until the guy next to him shoved him in the shoulder, snapping at him and asking if he was "some fag peekin' at dudes' asses".
That marked the day of a new type of harassment.
From then, people started tossing him worse looks than before-what used to be looks of annoyance and frustration, now became looks of disgust.
Instead of simple shoves in the middle of the hallway like how it used to be, people started going out of their way to shove Kurt into lockers, often times getting him so hard it knocked him to the ground. The worst was probably when he would get to school early and kids would toss him into the dumpster outside the school. They'd always managed to get him on days where he was wearing something nice.
And then came the Slushies.
Slushies were a unique but disgusting mixture of tiny, crushed ice, and a flavored, artificially colored form of juice. They were usually really good to drink on a particularly hot day, but not when kids decided they were more useful as weapons against lower-class students.
To be "Slushied" was to have a large-size Slushie drink thrusted at your face or dumped over your head. The ice itself was intensely cold, and the colored juices soaked into everything in a matter of seconds, making the clothing virtually unwearable again. It was like being bitch-slapped by a cherry iceberg.
Kurt was Slushied at least once every week. Sometimes even twice a day if it was a good day. Colors spanned from purple to red to blue, and Kurt hated each with a passion. He also hated every single jerk who snickered every time he was met with the icy hand of another cold drink.
No one really cared anymore after the rumors began. He hadn't really come out yet, but everyone already had all the assumptions they needed to degrade him otherwise.
The teachers didn't help. He'd go to the principal and try to make some sort of arrangement, but said principal either didn't care or really meant it when he said, "I'd help, but there is just not enough evidence to prove your case".
Kurt thought this was ridiculous; this was a school, not a law firm.
It was then that Kurt decided not to hold himself back anymore. He didn't care anymore that people looked at him like he had three heads or a pair of giant wings; he didn't care that they thought he was a kiss up-all he wanted was to push through the next few years with good grades and enough potential to fly the Hell away from that god-forsaken school.
So he worked hard again. He surpassed every class the school threw at him, and didn't care what people said about him anymore. He did this up to the point where the principal couldn't give him any higher classes.
The first day of junior year of McKinley High School for Kurt was simple: He walked into school the first day, was immediately met with a nice, grape slushie, roughly shoved into his own locker with a pleasant, "Welcome back, homo," from a dumb, beefy-looking jock, and a quiet but rushed ushering into the principal's office from the Counselor.
His dad was already there, a soft smile on his face. For a moment, Kurt thought that the school was finally going to clean up its act, but he was delightfully contradicted when a big pamphlet dropped in front of him.
"Dalton Academy High School for the Significantly Advanced"
And so begins the day Kurt was welcomed into his new life.
AU: Eeeeeeee! So excited! :3
Oh and, were you wondering what the "Humanoids, Chimera, and otherwise fantastical creatures" meant? I guess you'll just have to wait and see, unless you read my other fic. ;)
EDIT: MAJOR EDIT: Okay, so, recently, someone sent a review here regarding Kurt's developmental acceleration when he was a child - pointing out that his acceleration rate is actually delayed! Woops!
So, I tried to fix it, and I really really hope it's a little more logical for Kurt's case. :/ Sorry about that! Especially for anyone who caught that and thought I was an idiot. xD
Also - To whomever it was that made this point and you are reading this now, I would very much appreciate it if you came off Anonymous so that we could speak privately on these matters; I would like your expertise on matters concerning age development for future reference, since you seem to be knowledgeable. :)
Sorry again! I hope you all can forgive my poor judgement of early child development! xD (p.s.: I'm better at adolescent behavior / development and human emotional development, I promise. ;D)