A/N I finally had an idea for a story. Yay! Well, this is like a Dalton story (Warblers will be involved) And it's pretty much a little universe I created at Dalton. I added Perkins(You will find out how) and I can't stop writing. It's an addiction. So, I hope you like it! ~Emily

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee! This is a harmless story! (:

CHAPTER ONE

I walked into Perkins Academy alone on my first day. My parents could've cared less what was going on in my life, so of course they would just ship me off to a private school and not even help me settle in. I walked around the school, searching for the office, but every room looked as official as the last and it seemed like I was walking in circles.

Soon, I started to notice the students going from girls to boys. Weird, I thought. My mother had told me it was an all girls school.

I figured I was in the wrong place when I no longer saw any girls around, and I quickly turned around to try to find my way back. However, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, because I crashed into the poor guy walking behind me.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I quickly apologized.

"Hey, it's fine. You're obviously new, we see a lot of lost ones from Perkins in these halls a lot," he said.

"Wait, so where am I?" I asked, and he laughed.

"You've entered the wonderful land of Dalton Academy. We are very sorry to confuse you, but Perkins and Dalton are technically one school divided into two. We aren't really allowed to mix, but us Dalton boys are allowed to help the pretty lost girls find their way back," he explained, holding out his hand for me to take so he could guide me back through the sea of people. I blushed, and took his hand and he helped me back to where the girls were rushing to their classes. "I'm afraid this is where we part. I can't be late for rehearsals."

"Rehearsals? For what?" I asked.

"Warblers practice," he said, I almost questioned what he was talking about, but I decided I would try to find the office instead.

"Okay, well, thanks. And I'm Andrea, by the way," I finally introduced. He smiled.

"I'm Nick. So, I guess I'll see you around Andrea," he said, giving my hand a quick kiss and walking away. My face turned another shade darker.

"Bye, Nick," I whispered, fully aware that he couldn't hear me.

XXX

Once I had found the office, I immediately stepped in to get my schedule and room assignment. The office must have only belonged to the dean, for I stepped right into a personal office.

"Um, hi, I'm Andrea Jennings. I'm here for my schedule, and sorry I'm late, I got a little lost," I explained to her.

"Oh, it's fine. We're used to that here. It's a bit confusing, especially with Dalton so close, and by close I mean one wrong turn and you're swarmed by boys. But trust me, it will get easier to navigate. And once you do know where you are going, try to steer stay away from Dalton. We don't want the boys and girls to mix," she told me. Oh, I thought, Well there foes my chance of possibly seeing Nick the Warbler, whatever that is, again.

"Oh, where are my manners? I'm the dean here, Mrs. Hammond. I have your schedule in your file here, just let me find it." She started looking through a folder on her desk. "Here it is, Andrea Parker Jennings. Such a pretty name. Anyway, I will call your roommate down so she can show you to your dorm. You can have the day to get settled if you would like, but you must show up to your classes tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hammond," I said.

About 15 minutes later, a girl walked in to the office. "What can I do for you, Mrs. Hammond?" she asked.

"Hope, this is your new roommate, Andrea Jennings. Andrea, this is Hope Elliot. She will show you to your dorm, and you both can have the rest of the day off so you, Andrea, can have some help unpacking." Mrs. Hammond told us. I grabbed my schedule and my book bag, thanked Mrs. Hammond, and followed the girl, Hope, to our room.

XXX

I got locked out of my dorm on the first day. I knew it would happen, just not so quickly.

"Just give me a sec, I know it's in this purse somewhere. I swear, this thing is like Narnia." she said.

"I have mine. I know where it is. It will take me five seconds. Would you like me to get it?" I asked her, trying not to laugh at her struggles. She looked at me and pouted.

"Fine," she sighed. I laughed and grabbed my key, unlocked the door, and walked in. The room had two beds, to dressers, each with a mirror hanging above them, and a bathroom, which was right by the door. Perfect for after class emergencies.

The first bed was obviously Hope's. It had her own comforter on it, and a pair of PJs were thrown on it at the end, probably the result of running late before class.

The second bed only had a sheet and two pillows without cases on it. I guessed it was mine, and I was glad I thought to bring my comforter and pillow cases. My bags were sitting on the floor by the bed.

"Are we a hotel now or what?" Hope laughed. I knew this was just a result of my driver being in a hurry, but I didn't tell Hope that. I didn't want her knowing my parents didn't care enough to help me on my first day. What kind of impression would that make? So I just laughed with her and started to make my bed.

XXX

"So, anything interesting happen on your first day?" Hope asked me as she helped me unpack my clothes.

"Well, I got lost. And I ended up over at Dalton. But some really nice guy I ran into, literally, helped me back," I laughed.

"Was he cute?" Hope asked, leaning closer like it would make the news more interesting.

"Sort of," I said, and I blushed remembering the feel of his hand as he guided me back to Perkins.

"He was cute," she teased. "Did you get his name?"

"Nick, I think. He didn't tell me a last name. He said he had to get somewhere."

"Nick. I can only think of one Dalton boy named Nick. Nick Montgomery. Did he say whether or not he was in the Warblers? I think they had practice today so he may have been heading there," she reasoned.

"Actually, he did say something about Warblers. What is that anyway? A club?" I asked.

"It's the Dalton show choir. They're a capella. And really good. I have a couple friends in that group, Nick is mutual, but I can get to know him with you." Hope teased. I laughed.

"Sure, why not?"

"Yes!" she squealed, and I cracked up.

"So do you have a boyfriend in the Warblers or something?" I asked. Hope pretended to choke.

"No. Never. My best friend goes to Dalton, his name is Trent. He is in the Warblers. He's friends with Nick, I believe. I'll text him later," Hope said.

"Sounds good," I said.

XXX

"So, technically school hours are over now," Hope said, sitting on my bed, flipping through some of my pictures of my old friends.

"And?" I asked.

"We should go watch the Warblers practice! It's so breathtaking to watch them perform, and you get to see your prince charming!" she squealed. After I told her the story of how he helped me, she started calling him my "prince" because he had "saved me."

"No! I will embarrass myself!" I protested. She put down my pictures and walked over to my dresser, where I had organized all of my make-up on.

"Come here and make yourself pretty. You look like the room swallowed you and threw you back up. It's the stress of moving in, I've been there," she said plainly. I would have been offended if she hadn't of been right. I quickly started to fix my hair and make-up. "This is you agreeing. I will find my shoes."

I groaned at her persistence. But I couldn't help but smile. I was going to see Nick. And hear him sing. I always liked guys who performed, probably because it was what I loved to do as well. And now that I knew we had this in common, I was overjoyed.