A/N I'm sitting here trying to write the last chapter of Simply Irresistible, but this other story keeps worming it's way into my brain, demanding to be let out. Never fear, I will finish the other story this week as well, but I had to get this down before I lost it.
Some of you may remember my Valentine story, Klaine, The Musical. What you may not know was it was originally going to be part of a much longer story called Dalton, The Musical, but I was so busy with my other stories I never got around to starting it. Now apparently my head won't let me put it off any longer!
So here you have it, Klaine, The Musical; Dalton Days. This chapter starts out immediately after Rocky Horror Glee Show, and goes through the first half of Never Been Kissed. Mostly canon compliant, but with artistic liberties taken.
Reviews are always welcome!
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A Rocky Beginning
It was Friday afternoon, and Kurt was smiling and humming to himself as he folded up his Riff costume and carefully placed it in his bag. He'd already packed away the wig and skull cap. Playing the strange handyman had been so much fun, especially getting to sing in the lower ranges. It always shocked people when they heard him, never realizing just how big of a vocal range he had.
He finished washing away the last traces of the make up, having first removed most of it with a moist towelette, and applied his moisturizer, before donning a fresh shirt. Finally, after fixing his hair, he departed the backstage changing rooms and headed towards the parking lot.
He had parked close to the back entrance today, not only for the convenience, but also as an attempt to avoid any jocks lingering in the halls, ready to body check him into a locker, or throw an ice cold slushie in his face. His good mood began to fade as he thought about how bad the bullying had gotten since last year. Sure, now that Puck and Finn were in Glee club, he wasn't getting tossed in dumpsters every day, but he was still the other jocks' favorite target.
Some days when the bullying got so bad, he would go home and put on one of his favorite musicals, and imagine what it would be like if his life were one big musical, because they always had a happy ending; the evil witch (the bullies) would be banished, and Kurt would ride off with the prince to live happily ever after in a palace.
He was nearly to the exit when something slammed into him from behind, and before he could catch himself, his head bounced off a locker, hard enough that it left a small dent. Kurt heard the sound of Azimio's laughter, and Karofsky calling him a fag as he slid down the metal towards the floor, just before the world went black.
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He opened his eyes slowly, disoriented at first. As things gradually came into focus, he remembered the shove that had sent him flying into the lockers. He carefully sat up, whimpering and feeling nauseated at the movement. He reached up and felt the bump on his head.
Oh Gaga, what was he going to do? He couldn't let his dad see him. He still wasn't fully recovered from the heart attack he'd had just a little over a month and a half ago! He'd go ballistic if he found out about this, and put more strain on his already weak heart.
His dad had just started back to work at the garage this week, with strict orders from his doctor (and Kurt) not to lift anything heavier than a wrench. Maybe if Kurt hurried he could get home before his dad and hide out in his room. If his dad tried to check on him, he'd hide under the covers and claim to be sick.
Very cautiously, he stood, gathered up his belongings, and made it to his car on shaky legs. Maybe driving wasn't such a good idea, but he really didn't have much choice. He could have called one of his friends, he supposed, but they would want to take him to the ER, and they would contact his dad. And besides, he was pretty sure Carole was on duty tonight, and there was no way she'd keep this from his dad.
He made it home, and was relieved to see his dad wasn't home yet. He grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, and headed down to his room. He went to his ensuite bathroom and examined himself in the mirror. The good news was there wasn't any blood, and his pupils were normal, so he probably didn't have a concussion. He took some ibuprofen, put on a video, and lay down with the ice pack.
Half an hour later, he heard his dad moving around upstairs, and quickly hid the ice pack under his pillow, turned off the TV, and pulled the covers up, rolling so his back was to the stairs.
"Kurt? You home, kiddo?" His dad called out, as he came down the stairs.
"I'm here, Dad," Kurt replied.
"You okay bud? Whatcha doing in bed so early?"
"I'm just feeling a little sick, queasy and tired. I think it might have been something I ate. I just want to sleep it off. I'll be fine, Dad."
"You sure, Kurt?" The elder Hummel sounded a little skeptical.
"Yes, Dad. I'm just really tired. Don't worry about me."
"Okay, kiddo, but if you need anything, or start to feel worse, let me know, okay?"
"I will, Dad. There's left over soup in the refrigerator, you can heat that up for dinner."
After Burt went back upstairs, Kurt lay in his bed, and suddenly he couldn't hold the tears back anymore. He didn't know how much more he could take. Those Neanderthals were so close to crushing the last spark of optimism inside him. He was so exhausted, he cried himself to sleep.
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He hid out in his bedroom all weekend, and really didn't want to get up for school on Monday, but knew if he didn't his dad would worry even more. Fortunately, the bump on his head had gone down, and there was only an easily concealed bruise left. Still, he didn't really want to face his dad just yet, so waited until the last possible moment to leave his room, grabbing a piece of toast, and shouting an apology to his dad for being late, not stopping until he got to his car, despite his dad calling out to him to wait.
As usual he tried to act like he didn't have a care in the world, and smiled at Tina as she complimented him on his sweater. Once again there was no warning before he was shoved against the lockers. At least this time he managed to get his hands up to brace for the impact before he hit his head again.
"Kurt!" Tina cried out as Karofsky walked away. "Are you okay?"
He shoved down the fear, and tried to hid it in an angry sneer at the retreating jock's back. "I'm fine."
They went on to the choir room for their morning meeting. Kurt was still upset, but hiding it well as Mr. Schue announced their competition for Sectionals. And then the choir teacher announced the second annual boys vs girls sing off.
"Kurt," the older man said without turning around to look at him. "I'm going to say it again, Boys' team."
With a growl of frustration, Kurt walked to the other side of the room, glaring at the instructor the entire time.
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It was lunch time when it happened. Once again he was walking down the hallway, when he was shoved from behind. This time he'd had enough.
"What is your problem?" He shouted at the form of Dave Karofsky.
The larger boy turned and confronted him. "You talking back to me? You want a piece of The Fury?"
"The Fury?"
"That's what I named my fist!"
Out of nowhere, music began to play, a heavy metal riff, and to Kurt's shock, the behemoth in front of him began singing in a menacing tone.
Welcome to the jungle
We've got fun 'n' games
We got everything you want
Honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey,
We got your disease
Kurt took a step back as the footballer moved closer, raising his fist threateningly. What the hell was going on? In the jungle Welcome to the jungle In the jungle Welcome to the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
Knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed
We take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed
But it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy boy
That's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights
But you won't get them for free
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream
It gets worse here everyday
Ya learn ta live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me
Kurt was forced to step back again as Karofsky continued to press closer. The pale boy was beginning to think he'd lost his mind. In the jungle And when you're high you never You know where you are? In the jungle In the jungle In the jungle In the jungle It's gonna bring you down
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
Knees, knees
I'm gonna watch you bleed
Ever want to come down, so down, down, yeah!
You're in the jungle, baby
You're gonna die
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
Knees, knees
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
Knees, knees
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your...
Ha!
As the music faded out, the larger boy once again shoved Kurt against the lockers before walking off, just as Mr. Schuester came around the corner. While the teacher hadn't seen the actual events, he could tell something was wrong.
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In hind sight, Kurt knew he probably shouldn't have said what he had to Mr. Schue. But between the confusion about what had happened with Karofsky in the hallway, and the lingering anger at the man from earlier, he had been rude and dismissive of the teacher who had actually been trying to help him.
So it was a bit of a surprise when it was announced that afternoon in Glee practice that there would be a change to the boys vs. girls challenge. For the the first time since he'd left the changing room last Friday, he felt a glimmer of excitement.
It was quickly extinguished, however, when the other boys weren't as receptive to his suggestions as he thought they would be.
"Uh, dude, why don't you make yourself useful, and go put some rat poison in the old folk's jello, or go visit the Garglers."
Kurt's Bitch face wasn't quite as up to par as usual as he corrected the Mohawked boy. "The Warblers."
"What ever. Go see what they are up to. And you can wear all the feathers you want. You'll blend right in."
Huffing in frustration, Kurt grabbed up his things. "Fine."
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Kurt sat in his car Tuesday morning and stared up at the impressive facade of Dalton Academy. It looked more like a palace than a school. He bet the tuition here was steep. He forced himself to exit the vehicle and made his way inside. The décor was even more impressive. He felt so out of place here, he had almost turned and walked back out, but forced himself to keep moving forward.
There were several boys lingering in the hallways and on the magnificent spiraling staircase, and they all smiled politely at him, but other wise didn't seem to be too surprised to find a strange boy in their midst.
As Kurt wandered down the stairs, he thought he heard music, and suddenly a smiling Asian boy was standing in front of him.
Welcome to Wonderland
My god it's half past eight
Who cares if you came late
We don't care where you've been
You're gonna fit right in
A little fun detour
A little crazy, sure
Don't get all insecure
The first boy was joined by another, this time a lanky, dark skinned teen. Pardon me, but have you seen
Someone looking like a queen?
Sharpening a guillotine
Prob'ly just as well (Ha!)
She's capricious as can be
Lopping heads of by decree
This week severed forty-three
Cutting them pell mell
Several more boys on the stair way joined in.
What a party has it started snowing?
Everyone not coming will be going
Do you know the queen of hearts new orders?
They're the same as always; close the boarders
Could she be the one, you know?
Tin man, lion or scarecrow?
The Asian cut in, a confused look on his face.
Wait that's from a different show
Kurt blinked, and the singing boys vanished. He glanced around in confusion, but soon the press of boys rushing down the stairs forced him to begin moving again, though slowly as he tried to decide if he was hallucinating or not.
And why were all these boys rushing in the same direction? And why were they all buzzing along so happily. Curiosity got the better of him, and he called out to a dark haired boy.
"Excuse me?"
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Kurt was fairly certain this performance at least was real as he watched the dark haired boy sing Teenage Dream with the other Warblers. The boy, Blaine he had introduced himself as, was right, too. The Warblers were like rock stars, judging by the reaction from the crowd crammed into the small space, all trying to get the best spots to watch the a Capella group.
After the song ended, the boys all rushed to congratulate them on their astounding harmonies and talent. There were hugs between many of the boys, and Kurt was certain he even saw a couple of slightly less than chaste kisses between a tall blonde and a slightly shorter brunette.
He was distracted when the handsome Asian and the dark skinned boy he thought he had seen singing to him on the stairs approached him. For a moment Kurt was afraid he was hallucinating again.
"Hello," the Asian boy said with a smile. "Would you mind joining us for coffee? We'd like to talk to you."
"Uh," Kurt hedged, not sure what to say. Thankfully, Blaine joined them at that moment.
"Come on, Kurt. We have excellent coffee here at Dalton."
"Okay," Kurt said, nodding.
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Kurt's mood had seriously improved by the time he left Dalton. At last he'd met another boy like him, and a very attractive one, too. He'd also made a couple new friends as Blaine had introduced him to a couple of the other Warblers, Nick and Jeff, the pair he had seen kissing after the performance. He no longer felt so alone, like he was the only gay kid in all of Ohio.
As he drove home, he couldn't help thinking how 24 hours can make such a change. Yesterday he'd been terrified, feeling like he didn't fit in anywhere. Not with the boys in Glee, for certain. But today he felt safe and accepted. Just goes to show you that no matter what happens today, there is always tomorrow.
And he suddenly had an overwhelming desire to sing.
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun
Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none
When I'm stuck a with day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Kurt had rolled the window down, and was completely shocked when first one, then two, and then a third sparrow landed on the sill beside him, and began whistling along as he continued to sing. This had to be another hallucination, but he couldn't stop singing, no matter how hard he tried.
Oh
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love ya tomorrow
You're always
A day
Away
He tried to understand what was happening, but all he could think of was hitting his head last Friday. Maybe he had gotten a concussion, and now he was having random hallucinations. Or worse, what if he was in a coma, and this was all just a dream?
When I'm stuck a with day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love ya tomorrow
You're always
A day
Away
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love ya tomorrow
You're always
A day Away
He decided to stop at the hospital on his way home and talk to Carole. He could tell her he'd bumped his head pretty hard today, and ask her not to tell his dad, cause he didn't want him to worry.
He really hoped this was real, and not a coma. It would be just his luck to meet another gay boy, only to discover he'd made the whole thing up.
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A/N I really hope you like this! The Songs used were;
Welcome to the Jungle- Guns N Roses
Welcome to Wonderland- From the Broadway Play of the same name
Tomorrow- From Annie