Chapter 1

Kurt stepped onto the porch of a small, abandoned luxury house, Lima's summer breeze caressing his porcelain face. The property was different from what Kurt had remembered it being; it was still settled in an isolated part of town but was now painted an ivory colour, instead of a light blue and white it was painted before. Two large pillars held up the place Kurt used to call home and had two windows framing a green front door, where he had placed his bags. The birds sang as they soured through the rustling trees that flanked the house as he took a deep breath of the air surrounding him, a delicate smile settled across his fair face. It felt good to be back home again.

"Now, Mr Hamilton, if you feel the need to speak to me again, my door will always be open for you. I hope you enjoy your days here at Dalton we are happy to have such a brilliant man like you here." A deep voice stated. It belonged to a middle-aged man, dressed in a tailored suit and who had a smile spread across his face as he locked his hand in Kurt's in a firm handshake. "Thank you, sir" Kurt's light voice replied as he placed a returning smile on his plump, pink lips and his radiant blue eyes locked on the man in front of him. The older man's handsome face then darkened and he pursed his lips, a look of hesitation crossed his face before he lowered his voice and said "Again, I just want to give you my deepest sympathies for the loss of your parents. I knew them both before you were born and they were both wonderful people." Kurt gave him a watery grin in return. "Thank you, Mr Roberts." he replied. The man gave him a sympathetic smile as he let go of Kurt's hand. "Mr Goldblum, should be here soon to escort you to your rooms…it was nice to meet you Mr Hamilton." Both men gave each other a parting nod and Kurt watched as the tall, grey-haired man then receded back down the long, dark wood hallways of Dalton Academy. Kurt's kind eyes then hardened and he adjusted the straps of his black bag. He walked towards a window that illuminated the dark hallway and peered out into the green lawn of Dalton's main court, the evening light highlighting gold in his chestnut locks and flecks of green in his blue eyes. He watched as the young men of Dalton walked across the court to the respective dorms and social groups for the ending of the school day. It was another life ago when Kurt was last here at Dalton. He remembered staring at the sea of blue and red as his father looked down at him, his hazel eyes gleaming, and said "How would you feel about going here when you're older Kurt?" A younger Kurt gaped at the men surrounding him, all standing tall and proud in their red and blue blazers, smiling down at little Kurt. "Will I get to wear a blazer like that Dad?" Burt Hummel chuckled and he fondly patted his son on his shoulder. "Sure, bud anything you want."

"Hey, excuse me, are you Andrew Hamilton?" Kurt stirred and he turned to face the questioning young man, with pale skin and platinum blond hair and the exact same blazer, he remembered and saw the other students wearing. "Oh sorry, Hi" Kurt smiled at the boy in front of him. "Oh, no problem, it's easy to get taken away by entirety of Dalton." he said, momentarily admiring the hallway, and then extending a hand and smiled "Jeff Goldblum, it's nice to meet you." A glint in his pale blue eyes.

"Likewise, and I hope not because then I will never get anywhere while I am here." he said, releasing Jeff's hand. "Well, that's why I'm here as your personal tour guide." Jeff grins "So to begin out tour, I shall take you to the arguably most important part of this fine institution, it may not be the best in the town I will leave the tour for another time but you shall be spending most of your time here at this place and we'll pass all the other important places you'll need to know about on the way there." Explained Jeff in a feigned sophisticated manner, his nose turned into the air. Kurt laughed and asked "And so what is this wonderful place?" Jeff beamed at Kurt and replied "The coffee house, of course." Both boys' eyes twinkled. "Of course" Kurt chuckled.

The two young men settled into the red cushioned chairs in the coffee house, many of the other students at Dalton had returned to their dorms so it was almost secluded. Kurt took a sip of his scolding coffee before Jeff asked "So what brings you to Dalton Andrew? If you don't mind me asking"

"Well, I used to live here in Lima with my parents when I was a kid and there was nothing in the place that I lived in before to keep me there except for my friends but my carer and I decided to move here for something different, I guess." Jeff nodded his head. "Yeah, I think you've come to the right place then. There's all kinds of different in this town and by different I mean varying degrees of snobby rich people who just hold parties to flaunt what they have" rolling his cool blue eyes. Kurt smirked, raising his coffee to his lips again and said "Says the guy who is heir to the richest family in this state." Jeff laughed but his eyes focusing on the last few people trickling out while the manager went to rest in the back. "Touché, however I do not flaunt unless it's showing my God-given talents. And I'm surprised you remember that little fact, Kurt. " A sly grin pulled at Jeff's mouth, the light-heartedness however still remained in his eyes. Kurt allowed the warm coffee to slide down his throat, melting away his initial shock and fear, allowing him to regain the composure that Jeff had only cracked a little bit. Jeff then stated idly "You know I am still undecided on the hair through". Placing his coffee on the round table, Kurt fixed his eyes on Jeff's. "What's to remember, your family annually covers newspapers and magazines about your father's renowned software and computing business and as for the hair, brown is much gentler colour on the skin than black." He replied calmly. Silence filled the room, Jeff full on beaming at Kurt while Kurt eyed Jeff's face for any trace of a threat. Jeff licked his lips and leaned forward, resting on the table. "Well, Kurt I'll admit your little introduction was very good if I didn't recognise those eyes of yours, I would almost believe you was someone else. You'll definitely have everyone fooled"

"What do you want Jeff?" Kurt huffed, leaning back into the chair. "Nothing, just wondering why you would come back to the town where your father was arrested and exiled in for 'something different'" Kurt tensed, his face contorting into a grimace. "See you around Jeff" He got up from the chair with the full intention of leaving, Jeff wasn't important or a threat, before he called "Oh don't be like that Kurt, I would just like to get in on your little plan for revenge which I'm assuming you're here for after what you learnt from my father nearly 2 years ago about the truth of what happened with your father." Jeff looked deep into Kurt's eyes, serious and determined to show to Kurt he was telling the truth. "That's kind of you Jeff, but I fail to see why it should involve you."

"Maybe it's because I also know what really happened to Burt and something like that should never happen to someone like Burt, who aside from my father was the most important male figure in my life." Jeff rushed out. The unspoken knowledge of what happened 8 years ago, flashed behind both boy's steely glare on each other. "I understand that Jeff but this is something I need to do alone and trust me once I'm finished here those at fault for my father's death will be punished" Kurt's mask dropped for a moment showing a look of pure, uncontrolled rage before he turned and left the coffee house. Jeff watched the lean young man leave, a troubled feeling lodging itself in the pit of his stomach.

As Kurt turned the cool door knob of dorm 344, he shuddered out a long and deep breath but that heavy, asphyxiating grip that buried itself within the centre of Kurt's being around 8 years ago still made it hard for him to really breathe out; to really release all that tension he held. He entered the single room and turn on a small lamp beside his queen sized bed, bathing the room in a soft light. The walls were a plain beige colour and the room had all the standard dorm features; a queen sized bed that was covered in plain white sheets and had a blood red blanket draped on the foot of it, a dark mahogany desk and wardrobe with a matching bedside table and a white window on the far side of the room. Removing his black blazer, placing it on the chair tucked into the desk and rolling up the sleeves of his silver shirt, he unzipped one of his bags that now rested by the desk. Kurt's face turned sombre as he pulled out a wooden chest and walked over to his bed. His finger trailed over the top of the box, that rested in between his legs on the bed, feeling the rough surface and then turning the latch on the front. Inside the box held Kurt's life; his life before he was Andrew, the life with his father and even a bit of the life when his mother was still alive. It also held the truth. The reason his father was taken away from him and the people who were responsible for it. His stomach twisted as he took out each photo, journal and letter his father had collected when making this box for him just before he died. One photo was of all his family beaming at the camera in front of a white and blue house. They all were so happy. He continued shuffling through the box, occasionally picking up other photos and pieces of sea glass he and his father used to collect every time they would go to the beach, his warm smile slowly turning into a grimace. Kurt then came across the last journal his father ever wrote in and a group photo of his father and other colleagues and friends. Opening the last page of the book, his eyes went straight to the last few lines that were etched in his mind. Son, if there is anything I want you to take away from this, is that your old man isn't the monster they depict, hold onto to that and don't let them make you believe otherwise. But also I want you to move on Kurt, don't let what I have shown you cause you to stop making a life of your own. I'll always love you, bud and we will always be connected. Kurt traced the tattoo of a triangle that was mark on his the skin in front of the crook of his forearm. It was the first thing Kurt did when he turned 16, to remind him that he, his father and mother were all connected together. Kurt's attention then turned to the group photo. It was when he father was a member of congress and was in D.C for a senate meeting. Standing either side of him were men and women smartly dresses in suit each with polite smiles on the face. He pick up a red marker pen and circled the faces of two men he knew had something to do with his father's death; Maxwell Anderson and Christopher Smythe. Kurt couldn't move on, not when no retribution had been paid and that his life had been taken away out of convenience for some rich bastards. He had to show them you can only stay immune from gravity for so long.

Hi! How are you? Good I hope. Anyway, this is my first every creative writing piece that has kinda been forming after watching the tv show Revenge so its pretty much a Revenge inspired piece but with some twist here and there. I haven't totally thought this out and I am trying something different which is putting myself out there so please bear with me. Ermm I think that's all I have to say, please feel free to share your opinions, it would be super awesome to hear what you have to think. Byeee!