Please read! The first two chapters of this fanfic consist of the main character, Marilyn, before she got into Dalton and how it all happened in the first place. The actual Dalton part and meeting any of those characters (including Kurt and Blaine) starts in chapter three. For those of you who do not want to read the first two chapters, please read this first. It is a very quick summary. This means it has no dialog or anything. It just is a way to get you quickly up to speed to chapter three. It would be better and easier to understand certain and many future parts if you read the actual chapters, but do whatever you please. The summary will be in bold. If you want to read the actual chapter, scroll over the bold.

I hope you enjoy everything! :D

Marilyn Harow, a girl in a slightly chaotic family of four, is a tall brunette who is excited and also nervous at the thought of finally 'going out on her own.' She's only sixteen, but is looking for a new school (most likely a boarding school). She used to be in public school, but just recently went through just under a year of homeschooling. Until her mother, and her teacher, got a new job that is. She found a great school nearby that had an acceptable price and seemed like a great school. Not to mention it had her favored extra-curricular: Archery. After going for her orientation (and meeting and befriending interesting hung-over man by the name of Ronald), she found out that she had the price all wrong and it was much over her budget.
After going home, and doing a bit of research, she found a new school. A school with Archey. A school with a good price. A school with great academics and housing. But this school happened to be an all boys school by the name of Dalton Academy. Marilyn decided a bit of risk and never hurt her; no matter how much she usually freaks out and analyzes a situation. After getting her new friend (Ronald)'s help to get inside, she got a short boy's haircut and told her parents about getting into a good school. They seemed happy and proud, so she packed up and off she went.

And here's the real story. Enjoy! (oh and keep in mind the italiced or in between apostrophes is what Marilyn is thinking)

She awoke to the dull repeating sounds of the alarm clock. 'Why did I HAVE to set my alarm for this flippin early?' She turned over in her bed once, twice, and then proceeded to covering her head with the pillow. All of this ended with no avail to muting the sound. The tall brunette threw off her covers and ignored the uncomfortable chill. She slammed her '7 am set time' alarm clock off (maybe a little too hard), and then headed towards the bathroom. She looked into the mirror and found the disheveled look she always found in the mornings. Her long hair was all in tangles, and her amber eyes were droopy and tired. It's not like 7 am is really that early or she had a hard late night or anything, she just WASN'T a morning person. 'Ah, hell.' She thought glumly. 'Today's the day.'

"Well, Marilyn, you are in for a rough day." She told her reflection. She looked away for a minute in thought.

Today she was going to have yet another try at heading out for herself. True, she was only sixteen. But recently she had found a good private school nearby that offered her preferred curricular, archery, and she was finally going to act on it. Homeschooling was her life for the past year. And don't get her wrong, she enjoyed it. But her mother had only just recently gotten a job, and was no longer able to teach her daughter. As long as Marilyn could at least afford the first few semesters of this new school herself (courtesy of many summer jobs and a small part time as a cashier), her mother and father agreed to help her as much as they could with payments. It wasn't like their family was poor…they just weren't very wealthy.

Looking back at her reflection she smiled a bit. It wasn't as if she was leaving to rebel or because she was tired of her family. There was no way she could be tired of this chaos. She chuckled a bit to herself at that thought. And then at a loud yell of 'Marilyn!' she wondered how she wasn't tired of it yet.

Downstairs, was just as Marilyn explained her family: chaos. Her father was yelling at and banging on the fridge door with a hammer and her mother running around with rags for some reason. Ah, there was the reason. Marilyn's 10 year old brother, Liam, was puking all over the dining room floor. Yup, this was pretty much a normal morning in the Harow family. "Why aren't you helping, Howard?" yelled the woman.

"I'm trying to fix this darn fridge!" he answered followed by some more slams with the hammer. Marilyn's mother must have called her down to help.

No one even noticed Marilyn until she stepped over the puddle of sick and walked over to help her mom clean up. She grabbed the rags from her mom's hands. "I've got this."

"Oh, thank you Marilyn." She said with a sigh. And she ran over to comfort Liam as he finished up.

Liam has Viral Gastroenteritis. Like...severely. Basically it causes vomiting, cramps, chills, the lot. He's had it for a few months now, and it's only getting worse. Marilyn was so used to cleaning up vomit now she could probably just pick it up in her hand. She decided not to try though. After about 3 trips to the sink to clean out the rag, thing started to quiet down. Her mother, otherwise known as Katherine, was cuddling the exhausted and miserable looking little blonde boy who looked just like her. When Marilyn finished cleaning, she headed into the open kitchen to find her father (who she looked just like), otherwise known as Howard, staring at the fridge with a furrowed brow. His lips were pursed, and his arms were crossed; this was his deep thinking face.

"What's up dad?" Madilyn asked her parent, with real concern.

"The fridge stopped making ice." He said simply.

"Did you try hitting it with a hammer?" She asked with slight amusement in her voice.

"Yes! It didn't even work!" He exclaimed, completely serious.

"Maybe we can call a repair man?"

"We can't afford that Mar."

"Yeah, I know." she said slightly defeated.

"What time is your audition?"

It took her a second to realize he was talking about the school interview. "You mean my interview?"

"Yeah." He said nonchalantly, still too deep in thought about the fridge.

"It's at 9:30." Which reminded her to look at her cell phone for the time; '7:20'.

"Aghh, I have to get ready. It's an hour drive."

"Alright, meet us down here before you leave, Mar."

"Okay dad!" She said while running back towards the stairs. A quick soft noogie to Liam's head, and she was up the stairs.

A little over half an hour later she was showered, hair dry, and dressed in nice dark jeans and her best purple V neck over a white tank top. Complete with black fedora with purple stripe and nice black shiny flip flops. Checking her phone, it was 8:01. In awe of her own punctuality, she headed to the living room and sat next to Liam who was looking much better now with cartoons on. "Hey, did I ever tell you how great you are?" she said to him.

He looked up at her with a shocked and concerned look on his face. "Um…no. A-are you sick?"

She laughed. "I just wanted to see your reaction. You know, this could", emphasis on could "be my last week or so living in this house? If I get accepted, I'll most likely stay there until I turn eighteen. And then I'll be off to college." She said happily.

"Whoop-dee-doo." He said while twirling his vertical index finger around in the air.

"Aw…be happy for me." He quickly smiled.

"Gee, thanks." She said even though she was smiling.

Katherine and Howard walked in about that time and sat down. "Since all of us are going to be late for school and work and such, we've decided to talk to you after the interview hon." Said Katherine.

"Oh, alright. I'll be back soon enough. Most likely before you guys get back."

"Alright, we love you Mad."

Hugs and kisses went around, and she was out the door and into her car.

Never had she had so much trouble with her little manual car. The clutch wasn't acting properly, the gears were sticking up, and the car stalled twice at lights. Halfway there, and her anger was growing. She needed something to drink. And she needed gas. After filling up the gas tank at a nearby gas station, and downing a Dr Pepper™, she headed back on the road. The car was being a little more cooperative. 'You're just nervous.' She thought. 'Relax.'

Twenty-five minutes later, she was pulling into Harwood Private Schools parking lot. After she parked at the student building and started to walk in, she felt a bit sick. 'Suck it up. It's just a simple interview. Be yourself and don't lose confidence. Oh, and don't muck it up.' She followed the instructions on the paper she got from the front desk lady who called back a week ago about getting interviewed. When she made it to the number room written on the paper she knocked on the open door. "Come in." said a man's voice. 'Oh god, thank you. I'm so much better talking with men.' She walked into a small decorated room to find a very handsome tan, black haired man in his late thirties sitting behind his desk. Although his eyes were slightly red, and he looked very tired. "Have a seat." He said pointing to an open chair in front of the desk. "Hello. Bad day?" Madilyn asked nicely as she sat down, feeling a bit less sick now that she was here.

He ignored her question and went straight into his script. "Welcome to the wonderful Harwood Private institutes Ms Marilyn Harow. My name is Ronald, I am interviewer number three." He said with a much practiced voice, and a very forced smile. "How about we look at your grades and- Oh god." Ronald's smile fell and his head slammed down onto the desk. Marilyn had a mini freak out. 'Did this guy just pass out? Oh god…is he dead? Did my grades just kill him?' He slowly lifted his head up and looked at Marilyn apologetically. The practiced voice was no longer there (which she was glad of: she hated when things were "fake"). "I'm so sorry. But I can't do the voice, or that smile anymore today. I'm just gonna tell you the truth: I drank a lot last night, and I have a huge hang over. Maybe I'm getting too old to drink that hard?" He questioned himself with a slightly put down look on his face.

Marilyn fought the urge to laugh, and freak out at the same time. 'They gave me a hung over interviewer? Gosh, I knew I'd have an interesting day, but not THIS interesting. As long as he does his job alright I guess I don't mind.' "Oh…that's alright."

"Hell yeah… I can be myself for ten minutes!" he said. Marilyn chuckled.

"Well, I've already looked over your grades, which aren't bad at all, only ever one D on major report cards. You won't belieeeeeeve the people who have come in here with almost all D's and F's. It's crazy man."

'Haha! Is this guy for real? Still, I'm glad to hear I get away with good grades.'

"Never really in trouble either. It also says here that you enjoy Archery, and that is one big reason you are transferring to a private school."

"That is correct."

"Well we have a wonderful archery team." He looked over the papers in front of him for a bit longer.

"Eh, you know what? I can't find any reason that you wouldn't be welcome here at Harwood. And I like you. You're in." He said with a smile.

Marilyn was ecstatic. "R-really? That's it? Wow! That's great! Thanks so much!"

"Ah geez…can you be a little quieter please?" said the man with a grimace. "My head is pounding. Seriously…you can celebrate later. Drink for me."

"I'm only sixteen."

"Oh yeah...heh heh."

Marilyn rolled her eyes. "You need to be a bit more mature you know."

"Hey, that was rude. I can just not let you join this school."

Her face must have looked like she was about to faint because he chuckled and handed over the paperwork and the first bill signing. Her heart jumped up to the sky in happiness. This is it. She was going to be doing what she loved, with mostly her own money. She didn't have to bother anyone else about it. 'God, this is great.' She thought. That is, until she saw the price for one year of school near the middle of the page. $5,300 + tax.

She couldn't breathe. This was NOT the price she saw online. 'W-what? ...what? I can't afford this! And neither can Mom and Dad! This can't be happening. I'm dreaming for sure. Yup, that's it. Dreaming.' Even though it never worked in the movies she had to try it. It just might work. She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them hoping it would all fly away, and she'd be in her room only just waking up.

"I'm still here." said Ronald.

"I can see that."

"If I bother you so much, you can ask for another interviewer you know." said Ronald who looked slightly sad. "Though I don't know why you would since I've already gotten you accepted here."

It took her a second to process what he said. "No no no, it's not you. It's the price. I had no idea it was this high. I asked my parents not to help with this, and now I don't know what to do. I mean, I'm pretty sure my parents would be at least a bit stuck too, but I was doing so darn well by myself and then this had to happen and AGGHH." It was her turn to slam her head onto the desk, fedora toppling off her head and falling onto the floor.

"You didn't know the price for a year was over five-thousand? And you can't afford that?" Ronald quietly asked.

At first she could only think 'It's over five thousaaaaaaaaand!' in a stupid inside joke way, but then she nodded pathetically, head still on the desk.

"I'm sorry kid. This really sucks."

"Tell me about it." She said even though it was muffled by desk.

"If I could get you a discount somehow I would. But it would get me fired. And I need money to but my boos."

"You're a drunk."

"Yup."

After a quick groan, she decided to suck it up and do her normal 'analyzing the situation', but she thought out loud. "There's no way I can get another job what with Mom and Dad working, and Liam being sick. Then I can't afford to come here. If I just waited and let the money from my current job add up, I'd be at least twenty by that time." She lifted her head and looked at Ronald. "Not the best paying job." she said to him. He nodded sympathetically. "It's also a bit hard to find a good paying job for a teenager. I can either go to public school, with its usually suckish teaching and no archery or no school at all. Well that could give me more time to get money. But I won't be able to go to this school after I'm eighteen. And then, without finishing high school, where am I going to go in life? No one will give me a job." She was genuinely depressed and confused. She hated making decisions. Deciding to come for this interview was hard enough. She swallowed sadness, and sighed.

"I'm really sorry for ya Marilyn." He patted her hand. "If it would help, I offer you my friendship."

There was a silence. She looked at Ronald and saw the seriousness in his smile. And then Marilyn laughed. And laughed some more. Ronald looked genuinely hurt.

"I-*gasp* I'm so sorry Ronald. I'm not laughing at you. *breath* I just needed that. Gosh, yes I would love to be your friend you immature drunk."

"How wonderful! Thank you, you rude monotone awesome person."

"You should work harder on your insulting names Ronald."