Hey guys! :) so first off can i just say that this is only my second ff so please be nice! Had the idea for this randomly one day when i was listening to the Rent soundtrack while reading Dalton.

So basically it's taking some of the songs and main plotlines of Rent but using charecters from Cp Couler's Dalton. I think the main people you need to know for this chapter is that Mark=Wes , Rodger=David ,Collins=Blaine and Benny=Charlie. Tbh i am quite happy with this chapter but i still dk how the rest of it will pan out.

I DO NOT OWN RENT, GLEE OR DALTON! Please review and let me know what you think.

p.s i am working from the broadway cast version of the CD, not the movie.

New York City. It's a place of dreams. A place of hope and freedom, a place where you discover who you are. It's a place where all your dreams come true... or at least that's what they thought.

Christmas Eve. Wes Hughes, aged 24, sits by the window in the apartment he shares with his long time best friend – David Sullivan.

Wes's dream was to become a famous director, like Steven Spielberg or Alfred Hitchcock, but so far it hadn't happened. Directing had always really been a hidden passion of his. Wes sighed to himself as he looked over the city. "A place of dreams?" he thought "hardly." His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a horrible screeching noise from behind him. He turned to see David sitting on the table strumming away at his old guitar. A small smile crept across Wes's face, you see David also had a dream – his was to be the lead in a famous rock band. In fact all of them had dreams, all seven of them, that's why they had come here in the first place.

After everything that happened at Dalton the boy's decided they had to get away, they wanted to get away and follow their dreams and where better to go than New York City? But now here they were, living in a tiny, dark and dreary apartment in a rundown part of town with no hot water or heat of any kind and they couldn't even keep up with the rent. Wes picked up his camera with another sigh and lifted it to where his best friend sat. He started recording and as he did he started to sing:

December 24th, Nine PM
Eastern Standard Time
From here on in
I shoot without a script
See if anything comes of it
Instead of my old shit
First shot - David
Tuning the Fender guitar
He hasn't played in a year

David looked up at him with a frustrated look on his face. "This won't tune!" Wes laughed.

So we hear,
He's just coming back
From half a year of withdrawal

David, suddenly aware that Wes is filming him, turns to him again. "Are you talking to me?"

Not at all
Are you ready? Hold that focus - steady
Tell the folks at home what you're doing David...

With a sigh David starts to play again, and sings

I'm writing one great song -

Suddenly there is a loud buzzing noise - the telephone. "The phone rings" Wes announces as David looks relieved.

We screen
Zoom in on the answering machine.

As the beeping tone faded out, then comes the sing song voice of Wes's mother.

That was a very loud beep
I don't even know if this is working
Wes – Wes - are you there?
Are you screening your calls?
It's mom.

We wanted to call and say we love you
And we'll miss you tomorrow
Your sisters and the kids are here - send their love
Oh, I hope you like the hot plate
Just don't leave it on, dear
When you leave the house

Oh, and Wes
We're sorry to hear your girlfriend dumped you,
I say c'est la vie
So let her be a lesbian,
There are other fishes in the sea.
Love Mom!

Wes just rolled his eyes. Most of the boy's had cut off contact with their parents when they moved out here, determined to make it themselves but recently Wes's mother had made a habit of calling to check up on him. He turned the camera back on David.

Tell the folks at home what you're doing David...

And once again his friend starts to play and sing.

I'm writing one great song -

And once again he is interrupted by the buzz of the phone. "Yes!" David whispers as Wes walks over to the phone.

We screen.

This time though when as the beeping tone drowned out they heard the voice of their best friend Blaine Anderson singing down the phone.

Chestnuts roasting..

Wes suddenly picks up the phone and they both shout down the phone to their friend. "Blaine!" they say at the same time. "I'm downstairs" he tells them.

"Hey!" Wes says happily.
"David picked up the phone?"
"No, it's me."
"Throw down the key."
Wes goes to the front door where the key is hanging and takes it out onto the ledge and drops it into Blaine's hands below.

A wild night is now pre-ordained

As he moves back inside Blaine hears a rustle from the nearest alleyway. "I may be detained." he states before hanging up. Wes looks over at David confused, "What does he mean...?" The phone suddenly rings again as Wes picks it up, "What do you mean - detained?"

Suddenly they heard the dreaded voice of their landlord, ex best friend and a guy who had been "looking after them" for many years – Charlie Amos. The boys turned to each other, "Charlie, Shit!"

C- Dudes, I'm on my way

W/D- Great! Fuck
C- I need the rent

"What rent?" Wes shouted down the phone. Charlie had always promised no rent. Charlie just sneered, "This past year's rent which I let slide" Wes pretended to be shocked. "Let slide? You said we were golden"

D- When you bought the building

W - When we were roommates

"Remember - you lived here!" David reminded him harshly. Charlie just laughed,

How could I forget?
You, me, Blaine and Shane,
How is the drama queen?

"He performing tonight," Wes said with a smirk. Charlie sighed, "I know."

Still with his production manager?

"Two days ago he was bumped"

Reed still dating him?

Wes laughed "You'd know if he'd been dumped". David nudged him,

Their in love.

Charlie just sighed.

Rent, my amigos, is due
Or I will have to evict you
Be there in a few.

Wes slammed the phone down and goes down to sit on the couch, head in hands. David picks back up his guitar and starts playing again. Suddenly all of electricity goes out. "Great!" Wes says, "The power blows."