A/N: Thank you first for choosing to read my story. I fell in love with Klaine at first sight and sort of been itching to start writing again for awhile, so I choose them to start writing again. I, honestly, have no idea how long this story will be, but instead of my earlier attempts at writing, where I started and never finished, I am going to finish this. Basically, for this story, Never Been Kissed went differently. Kurt didn't go to Dalton, which in turn means that he didn't meet Blaine. That's why you won't hear the mention of Blaine till shortly later. Reviewing would be much appreciated, especially since I do not have a beta reader at the moment. If you would like to be one, please read my requirements on my profile and message me. Thank you once again!

M.B. Johns

Chapter One: The Letter

Date: October 7, 2010

Kurt Hummel
515 Lenox Drive
Lima, OH 45804

Dear Mr. Hummel:

Congratulations! You have been selected for Mid-School Year transfer admission for the Fall 2010 semester at the Dalton Academy for Boys! Your academic profile confirms your commitment to personal and educational growth. We are confident you will make a valuable contribution to the school's tradition of scholarship and service. You must also make arrangements for our receipt of your high school transcript record, so that we may assess the courses you have taken and create a schedule for you to continue your scholastic excellence.

Enclosed you will find an enrollment contract, along with instructions for accepting our offer of admission and completing the enrollment process. Under the circumstances that you are transferring under, we request that you submit the enrollment contract on or before the 10th, the date we expect you to tour the campus with your parents and/or guardian.

If you are seeking on-campus residence, the enclosed housing application must be returned to the Residence Department. Our initial review of your application has determined that you currently live in Lima, a two hour drive from our establishment; we, therefore, encourage you to apply for room to lessen your expense. Thankfully, your former teacher, one Miss Sue Sylvester, had written a letter of recommendation on your behalf and included full scholarship paper work for you, which we like to inform you that you are qualified and eligible for a full scholastic and Arts scholarship with room and board.

On behalf of the entire Academy's community, I extend a warm welcome and best wishes for your success. We appreciate your interest in the school and hope you share our enthusiasm about your future at Dalton.

Sincerely,

Nancy Bell
Dean of Dalton Academy

The letter was centered on the table with the group around it. The letter to each one stood for something else. For a blond cheerleader, it meant that she would have less fashion advice, for a quiet gothic girl, it meant that she lost someone who understood herself and style, for the fashionable black girl, she looked at the letter with disdain as if meant that her best friend was leaving her. Yet, while it meant losing someone to the other teens, it meant safety and freedom for the one person it matter for.

"So it's official now?" Mercedes asked.

"Sort of, I still have to go Friday to tour the school and drop off the paper work. But more or less, yes it's official." Kurt answered somberly, his eyes still on the letter.

"I still can't believe you're transferring schools. It's feels like our club is getting a divorce." Tina stated as she twirled a fry between her fingers.

"Look at it this way. Kurt's safe from Karofsky and the rest of the goons. I think for his safety, it's a fair trade." Quinn replied as she fingered the letter.

"It's still a shitty trade to me either way I look at it," Mercedes started as she threw a fry at the letter missing it. " I mean the guys could protect you. You know have your own boys in black."

"It wouldn't matter, I'm sure Karofsky would probably get him if Kurt needed a pass to the bathroom or something. You know Figgins wouldn't do a thing to the football team and Beiste isn't always around." Quinn reasoned.

"She's right. Karofsky has almost a GPS guidance system locked on me and he always showed up when I needed to use the restroom or needed to go to the library. Truth of the matter is Dalton is the only place in Ohio, right now, for me to be safe." Kurt somberly agreed as his hands inched forward and grasped the letter, almost willing the letter to fold and be out of sight. The tension in the air was thick as each of the teens minds wandered on the person in question and the harassment that he ensued on the countertenor.

"From what I heard from Mike, Dalton is a pretty cool place." Tina spoke cheerfully, trying to break the tension.

"Really? is it like some magical place where there will be clones of us, so Kurt doesn't feel lonely? Or better yet, is it a three story mall with 80% off discount sales of designer clothes?" Mercedes spoke, sarcasm dripping with each question.

"Actually, the way Mike described it, it was more like a gay Hogwarts." Tina answered with a questionable tone.

"A gay Hogwarts? Has your boyfriend been watching the Harry Potter movies a lot lately?" Quinn asked as she raised her eyebrow.

"First off, no he hasn't been watching any movies. He's been a little bit more preoccupied with something else, if you know what I mean." Tina started as she gave a sly smile that made the rest of the group hoot and hollered at her. Tina smiled shyly as they continued to hoot and ask for details.

"That's enough, guys. I don't kiss and tell like Santana does. Besides we're talking about Dalton and how Mike described it like a gay Hogwarts." Tina laughed as Quinn and Mercedes was pushing up against her for details.

"As much as I want to hear about Mike's abs again and how he and you have your power Asian make out session, I still want to hear more about the school. I mean if it is a gay Hogwarts, as you say, then the most I can expect is a rainbow surrounding a decrepit castle, surrounded by boys in nothing but skinny jeans and witch hats, playing with their wands." Kurt spoke with a straight face as his eyes glazed over a bit. It took the awkward silence from the group for Kurt to clear his head and see that the girls were all giving him raised eyebrows.

"What? It's not like I would ever try something. I can fantasize like the rest of you can't I? " Kurt asked while giving everyone a look back. The girl all mumble that they weren't going to touch that as they raised their hands.

"Okay, so back to Dalton. First thing, Mike said was that it was huge. I mean like college campus huge. there were five buildings and a quad with a fountain surround by flowers. Four of the buildings were mansions the size of our school." Tina spoke enthusiastically as she used her hands to emphasis words.

"Size of our school? Really?" Quinn asked shocked at the size of the school.

"Really. Mike sent me a pic, just so I knew he wasn't lying." Tina spoke as she searched for the photo on her phone. Turning her phone around to show a long landscape of the school campus. "Look see!"

"Whoa! Dang, Kurt! You're gonna be living large while you're there." Mercedes spoke after letting out a long whistle.

"That's not all. He then said that they were uniforms and that they're worse than the Cheerios uniforms. He said it was like they were Stepford students or something." Tina continued as her phone was being passed around.

"As long as isn't polyester, I should be fine with anything the throw at me clothing wise." Kurt responded to the comment with nonchalance.

"Mike said it was khaki pants, white button down, red and blue ties, then a mix of blue blazers and red sweaters. He didn't say anything fabric wise and I doubt he would." Tina described what her boyfriend had seen.

"Well, at least it isn't just khakis and a polo shirt like we've seen in the movies. What about their glee club? Mike had to have stayed around long enough to see them right?" Quinn questioned as she handed Tina her phone back.

"Oh! He did and while there he got a guy crush on them. He said that the whole school just went on paused just to see them." Tina answered as she put her phone back into her bag.

"Wait, the whole school went to see their glee club? even with their name being "The Warblers"? Is the school co-ed cause I think I might want to transfer?" Mercedes asked jokingly causing the group to laugh. "So what are these Warblers like? I mean do they sing old songs or something or they emotionless robots like Vocal Adrenaline? Cause I'm sorry, but if they're anything like Vocal, they are no way in shape or form gonna corrupt my man."

"Like they could anyway. I've already said it once and I'll say it again. My allegiance is with you girls and no one else." Kurt reminded them.

"I don't know. Mike said that the group as a whole is an amazing A cappella group. They sang a lot of pop songs. Mike said that there "Teenage Dream" was killer and that their lead singer was amazing. I'd say Mike got a little bit of a guy crush on him." Tina spoke as she fingered one of the laces of her hoodie.

"They sang Katy Perry? Looks like we'll have more competition than we thought we did. With Kurt now going there, they'll have a new range of songs to choose from. It's gonna be stiff competition, especially since its us against you, Kurt. You better not pull any punches and better tell that to them as well. I don't want us winning cause you took it easy on us" Mercedes mused as Quinn and Tina voiced their agreement.

"Trust me, if you guys win, it will because you guys are the better group." Kurt spoke as he leaned over to his bag.

'That's even if I join their glee club.' Kurt thought to himself, unaware that he actually spoke the thought quietly, as he straighten himself up with his acceptance letter's envelope in hand.

"What do you mean if you join their glee club?" Quinn asked while she raised her eyebrow. Tina and Mercedes look at Kurt, somewhat confused by the question. Kurt's eyes darted between the three girl, hoping the matter would be dropped. Between the looks of the confused looks of Tina and Mercedes and the determined looked that Quinn was giving him, it left him with little choice.

"I had hoped you didn't hear that." Kurt sighed as he looked on to the three girls who became good friends to him. He took a deep breath as he cast his eyes downward.

"The truth of the matter is that I've been slowly falling out of love with glee." Kurt said softly. He didn't dare look up into the shocked faces of his friends at his news, the silence of the group spoke enough to him. Finding an ounce of courage, Kurt slowly lifted his gaze to his friends. Curiosity and shock was mostly glowing from their eyes as he looked at the three.

"What do you mean you're falling out of love with singing? You love to sing. Heck, even when we're going to the mall, you're the first one to start to sing along with the radio. I mean you've heard yourself sing, Right? You're hella good." Mercedes spoke as she gave Kurt a friendly push.

"Mercedes' right. There is no one else that I know who can sing a duet by himself as good as you. You made all the others try harder after that." Tina spoke trying to bring up good memories for her friend.

"Not to mention that that you played the role of Riff Raff as if you were the person. We also know that if you didn't throw that diva-off against Rachel, you would have been the one to sing Defying Gravity." Quinn continued.

"And what about when we rocked out that pep rally. You know we were the bomb then and we're still the bomb now. So you can't still say you don't love singing after we just gave you a highlight reel of your greatest moments." Mercedes finished for the group. The memories swirled within Kurt's mind. Each memory brought a hint of his old self back, as well as a smile to his face. His smile only brighten more when he saw the smiles of his friends, mixed with their eyes filled with love and concern.

"Those were some very good times," Kurt started, happiness shining on his face before it slowly fell from it. "But, I don't always want to be swaying in the background."

"You won't always sway in the background." Mercedes spoke, placing her hand on Kurt's.

"As much as you want to believe that, Mercedes, but we'll always be swaying in the background, as the glee club is involved." Kurt interrupted, looking directly at his longtime best friend. His eyes showing the truth that he knew all of them knew to be true.

"He's right." Quinn sighed. "When was the last time anyone other than Rachel or Finn have a solo or was the lead?"

"Well, we all did have a good solo portion in Rocky Horror." Tina spoke trying to lighten the mood again.

"Yeah, but Rachel and Finn were the lead characters, apart from me." Mercedes corrected.

"Exactly, and I, for one, am just tired of nothing feeling special. Feeling like no matter what I say or do, it's not just good enough. Not for Mr. Shue, for the Neanderthals at the school, and just everything in general." Kurt spoke passionately, tears shining in his eyes. "I just want to feel special again, especially after what has happened with..." Kurt didn't get a chance to finish before he was wrapped in Mercedes' arms on one side, Quinn's on the other, and Tina's from above him. The small group of girls stopped him from drugging up the bad blood that had infected their close group. The calm and serenity that had befallen the group couldn't last forever as two shadows slowly cascaded before them.

"Okay, what is with the pity party, here?" Santana asked as she and Brittany sat down before the group.

"They're having a party? Where are the balloons and streamers?" Brittany asked in her clueless way causing the whole group to look at her.

"Once again, I ask, what's got you four down that you might need an anti-depressant or something?" Santana asked again, searching the faces of the four teens, noticing that their eyes are looked down at the middle of the table. She look down at the table and noticed the letter.

"Oooohhh! It's "the letter", isn't it?" Santana asked as she picked it up and read it.

"How can a letter make people sad? Did it say something bad?" Brittany asked again as she leaned over and tried to make sense of the letter.

"No, sweetie." Kurt spoke to Brittany, as he reached across the table to receive his letter back, which Santana handed back to him. "It's just my acceptance letter from Dalton."

"Well, that shouldn't be the cause of a pity party. You guys should be jumping for freaking joy. Kurt's getting out of this one horse town and going up and rubbing elbows with the rich and fabulous." Santana spoke cheerfully as her hands waved to emphasize her point.

"Heck, maybe while you're there you should hook up with one of those prep boys. I mean look at it, rich boyfriend equals rich food, clothes, trips, and not to mention maybe finding us someone up there too." Santana continued as she wiggled her eyebrows causing the group to groan and shake their heads.

"Once again, Santana, your tact is as little as the skirt that you wear every day." Kurt sighed.

"And you need to get laid!" Santana countered. " I mean really? When was the last time that you actually got some? Even a little?"

"Back when, I "dated" Brittany, if you really must know." Kurt spoke as he air quoted dated.

"He was an okay kisser, after I taught him a bit." Brittany mused.

"Brittany!" Kurt spoke as a blush slightly crept on his cheeks.

"What? Was I not suppose to say anything or did you want more lessons for your boyfriend?" Brittany asked as she looked clueless at Kurt's blush as it got redder.

"Oh, please! Like we don't remember your "hill billy" moment. Heck, you probably should ask her for more lessons, so you can make sure you please your upcoming man." Mercedes interjected as she slapped, playfully, Kurt on the shoulder.

"That's a good idea." Tina agreed.

"Wouldn't hurt to have just a couple." Quinn speaking at the same time as Tina. The whole group looked at Kurt as his face was red as a tomato as he tried to hide it.

"Oh, Look! Kurt's blushing!" Tina pointed out as the group looked and cooed at him. Mercedes pinched his cheeks a bit, before Kurt, kindly, pulled her hands away.

"I hate all of you, girls, right now!" Kurt grumbled as he crossed his arms.

To Be Continued...