Pilot: Kurt
It was Kurt's first day at Dalton, the only person that he knew was Blaine from a previous failed spying mission. He was previously introduced to Wes and David, two of the three mighty Counsel members of the Warblers, but he only knew their names matched with faces. The school was a monstrosity, which made boarding here ever the more frightening. Four massive floors stacked on top of each other to form the boarding school he was now enrolling in. The basement contained the athletic rooms, such as a gymnasium, track field, and pool. The main floor held the main office, teachers' lounge, health office, band room, and the choir room. The third floor was composed of all the other class rooms, the auditorium, and two science lab rooms. And finally, the fourth floor consisted of the boarders' dormitories.
There we a total of 204 dorms, 102 in the north, and in the south. In the middle of both the north and south dormitories, there were two designated common rooms. The common rooms held many sets of comfortable furniture, a couple flat screen TVs that rested high up on the walls, and a mini snack bar that settled against the back of the room. Yes, Dalton Academy was indeed extravagant, and Kurt Hummel would have many new experiences within these intricately designed walls.
"Welcome to Dalton Academy!" a dapper, black-haired boy called out to the new student. Kurt offered him a small smile and nodded his appreciation, his grip nervously tightening on the two large suitcases in his hands. Blaine recognized his visible fear, and wrapped him in a comforting hug around Kurt's shoulders. "Hey, you'll be fine. I promise."
Kurt leaned into the embrace, somehow still managing to keep himself from shaking with anxiety, as well as anticipation. Taking a deep breath, he started up the staircase leading to the fourth floor, with Blaine at his side the entire time. After a few minutes of struggled stair climbing, due to the baggage, they finally arrived at the top floor. Setting down one of his suitcases, Kurt reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumbled piece of paper with three digits neatly written on it. Blaine glanced over his shoulder, reading the number as well. A brilliant smiled fixed itself onto his lips and he said, "303, that means you're in the North section."
Kurt refolded the piece of paper and tucked it back into his pocket, gazing at Blaine while asking, "Are you in the North too?"
Blaine shook his head solemnly, directing his new friend towards one of the rooms. "Everyone's sorta scattered from each other. Wes and David are possibly the furthest away from each other, due to a few… um… incidents… last time they roomed together." He informed his friend with a light chuckle.
The porcelain-skinned boy shook his head with a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. It didn't take long to reach his new room from the West staircase. Kurt knew he had a roommate, as he was informed by the headmaster earlier this morning, so he rested his bags on the ground while he lightly knocked on the door. A sound of footsteps was heard, then the door opened and a smiling boy with dark brown hair that flopped over his forehead appeared. "Kurt Hummel?" He asked kindly. Kurt nervously nodded and the boy opened the door wider, allowing Kurt access to pass him by. "Get in here." He spoke in a teasing, yet friendly, tone.
Kurt smiled, instantly relaxing at his open attitude. He turned to grab his suitcases, but Blaine was already one step ahead of him, holding them in each of his hands. He shrugged and followed Kurt into the room. Kurt's new roommate flopped onto the bed on the left side and said, "Welcome to Dalton Academy!"
Kurt thanked him softly and glanced around the dorm, instantly impressed by the decor and color choices. Blaine laid the bags on the unoccupied bed and walked up to his friend. He offered him a sweet smile and Kurt returned it. "You're going to love it here." Blaine spoke with emotion swirling in his bright hazel eyes.
His friend nodded and pulled Blaine into a tight hug. "Thank you, for everything." Kurt muttered into his ear, then let go.
Blaine simply smiled and said with a shrug, "No problem, Kurt. I should go and let you and Nick get to know each other while you unpack. See you later!" And as quickly as he spoke, he vanished from the room, closing the door behind him.
Kurt smiled and laughed, shaking his head at the dapper boy that he magically befriended just under two weeks ago. His roommate, Nick, stood and extended his hand for Kurt to shake. "I'm Nick Duval."
The new student accepted his handshake, and replied with a smile, "And I'm Kurt Hummel, as you know."
Nick laughed light-heartedly while nodding slightly. "Tell me a little about yourself, Kurt. I can help you unpack." He added sweetly.
Kurt smiled and unzipped the two suitcases, one accommodated a plethora of fashionable sets of clothing, as well as bath and hair products. "Well, for one I'm one hell of a fashionista, even for a gay guy." He said with a small chuckle erupting from his lips.
Nick's smile widened and held his hand in the air. Kurt raised his eyebrow in confusion. Nick sighed, taking his roommate's hand and lightly slapping it with his other one. "High five for being gayer than me. I literally have thirty scarves and newsboy hats in my closet over there." he claimed with a wide grin.
Kurt's jaw dropped, "No way!" he squealed.
"It's going to be so great to have someone other than the absolutely-dapper-and-too-polite-to-be-true-Blaine to talk to about hot guys! Blaine is lovely, don't get me wrong, but he's so not my type." Nick rambled excitedly.
Kurt blushed and Nick's eyes widened in realization. "Oh my God. No way."
His new pale-skinned friend's blush darkened and swatted him with a light blue scarf. "Shut up!" Kurt whined in embarrassment.
"It's so cute though!" Nick spoke excitedly, clasping his hands together.
"Let's just get my stuff put away and talk about other things, okay?" Kurt practically begged his roommate.
Nick sighed, raising his hands in defeat. "Fine, fine. Favorite musical?" he asked while placing a pair of Kurt's skinny jeans in a drawer.
Kurt contemplated his answer temporarily before stating, "Wicked. And yourself?"
Nick smirked and said, "Rent, of course."
The porcelain-skinned boy blushed and giggled, "That's my second, it's close between the two though."
Nick smiled at him admiringly, "You are just adorable, Kurt. Your turn."
"Oh yeah!" Kurt piped up, stopping for a moment to think. "Can you play any instruments?"
Kurt's roommate flicked his bangs to the side, giving his new friend a smirk. "If you mean just singing, honey, I can blow you away." Nick teased playfully.
Kurt mock gasped. "Is that a challenge, Mr. Duval?"
Nick's eyes shimmered passionately and he laughed sweetly. "I will gladly vocal battle you if you join the Warblers!" he reiterated.
Kurt shot his hand out confidently, offering a shake to make it a deal. "May the best diva win." He claimed with a smirk.
Nick gladly accepted the hand in front of him, shaking it in confirmation. "Oh, it is on, Hummel."
Meanwhile at the Cafeteria
"Tucker! Elliot! That is your fourth piece of lasagna each!" Blaine groaned in annoyance.
Elliot stopped mid-bite and gave Blaine a simple shrug before shoving another disgustingly large bite into his mouth. Blaine frowned disapprovingly and turned to Wes, accompanied by David, as usual. Wes and David shared a knowing look and the three huffed a heavy sigh in unison. Suddenly, a dirty-blond haired boy, wearing a black beanie and tucking a worn skateboard beneath his arm, plopped in the seat next to Blaine. "Are they still eating everything?" he asked while leaning his skateboard against his chair. The three other boys groaned in confirmation.
"Kyle, did you hit the ramps in Westerville or Lima?" David questioned, trying his very best to get the attention away from the pigs in front of them.
"Neither, actually. It's snowing, man." Kyle returned smoothly, with a touch of disappointment in his voice.
"Snow?" Blaine asked like an excited child.
"Well, it is late November, Blaine. It was bound to come anytime now." Wes informed the hazel-eyed boy next to him.
"Hey Wesley, when's practice today?" Kyle asked before Blaine went on his usual childish rant about how beautiful snow was and how much he loved it.
Wes frowned at the usage of his full first name, then replied speedily, "Well, Mr. Russ, it's 4-7 tonight. 10am-12pm tomorrow, lunch break, then 1pm-5pm. Then on-"
"Whoa, jeez, I asked for today, not for the next year. Calm down, buddy." Kyle laughed.
Wes sighed and slumped in his chair. Then Wes went on his rant, "I just hate all this stress, Sectionals are less than two weeks away, we need to win. And if we don't it'll be all-"
"Wes, easy. We're going to kick ass this year. And we're going to make it to Nationals, all because of you and your crazy gavel slamming." Blaine assured him.
Wes finally relaxed and laughed. "Alright, thanks. I know, what ever would we do without my gavel?"
David smirked, "Not feel like we're in an episode of Judge Judy all the time?"
Wes smacked him playfully. "Oh shut up." He groaned.
The rest of table burst into laughter, including Wes and David. Blaine looked across the table and sighed in relief as Tucker and Elliot had moved past a fifth piece of lasagna, to sharing a bag of sour gummy worms. Then a slight movement behind them caught Blaine's attention. He squinted his eyes at the fluff of blond hair that appeared behind Tucker's left shoulder, the boy popped his head up slightly, smirking at Blaine and gesturing him to stay quiet with a single finger tapping his lips. Blaine rolled his eyes and smiled, waiting to see what was about to happen. Suddenly, the hazel-eyed boy clapped his hands loudly between Tucker and Elliot's ears, causing them to instantly cover their ears with their hands and spin around. But even then, they were too slow, because the blond trouble-maker was already half-way towards the North Common Room. "Parker Crook! I will end you!" Elliot snapped and was instantly on heels, racing after the boy.
Tucker rolled his eyes and laughed halfheartedly. "He gets me every time, I swear." He complained.
Kyle eyed the game of cat-and-mouse down the hall and snickered, "After all that lasagna, I don't believe our beloved Elliot Greenberg will be able to catch Mr. Crook."
"Agreed." The remaining table of Warblers said together.
"Do you think that we'll ever get Parker to join the Warblers?" Kyle asked innocently.
There was a slight pause at his question, then everyone burst in laughter, even Kyle. "Parker? Crook? Singing and actually listening to the Counsel?" David managed to say between bursts of laughter.
Kyle wiped a tear and shook his head. "You're right, he's not exactly 'Warbler material'."
"Who's not Warbler material?" asked a tall medium-brown haired boy, wearing a Dalton sweatshirt.
"Parker Crook." The table chorused.
"Ah, yes. That one is far from being reliable." Thad Harwood agreed, sliding into a seat between Tucker and Kyle. Thad frowned at all the empty seats at the table then asked the other students, "Where is everybody?"
Wes started by explaining, "Jeff is home for the weekend, and Matthew is sick."
"Trevor is home as well. Elliot is chasing Parker." David called out.
"Mark is flipping out over his math test, and you know how he gets when it comes to math…" Tucker groaned.
Blaine added, "And Nick is helping Kurt unpack in their dorm."
Everyone turned to Blaine as the words fell from his mouth. "Kurt? You mean that one skinny pretty-boy you have been completely infatuated by for the past two weeks?" David asked in a teasing tone.
"You mean the one that attempted to spy on us from McKinley?" Wes nearly growled.
Blaine flinched at the mention of Kurt's old school. "He was the only one out of the closet there, he was bullied, and had a rough time. I told him about the zero-tolerance bullying policy here. And now my new friend is safe. Just give him a break, okay?" Blaine explained irritably.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, Blaine…" Wes muttered apologetically.
Blaine closed his eyes and released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He reopened his eyes and said, "I didn't mean to get so defensive, I'm sorry, but I really care about him."
Wes and David exchanged quick smirks before someone wrapped their arms around Blaine's neck and pulled him into their chest. "What'cha talking about?" the higher-pitched boy asked to him.
Nick strode over to his usual spot next to David and sat down promptly, with a broad and caring smile tickling his face. "Oh, hey Kurt. Nothing really." Blaine responded with a blush as the paler boy slowly unwrapped his arms from around him. Before Kurt could completely let go and take a free spot next to Nick, Blaine linked a hand with Kurt's, tugging him to sit between him and Kyle, who knowingly scooted away just in time.
Kurt giggled and fell into the now vacant spot, rolling his bright blue-green eyes at Blaine's action, keeping their hands linked under the table. Nick groaned and secretly handed David five dollars underneath the table. To avoid any suspicious looks from anyone, Nick announced, "So we have a new Dalton student, Kurt Hummel!" The table immediately burst into applause, accompanied by a chorus of boys shouting, "Welcome to Dalton Academy!" leaving Kurt blushing like a fool.
After the clapping ceased, Nick continued, "And not only is he my new fabulous roommate, he would like to become a fellow Warbler."
The present Warblers all but smiled at this, except Wes. He frowned and said, "I'm just not sure if I can accept someone so close to Sectionals…" That being said, the rest of the boys at the table immediately complained.
Kurt's voice rose above them momentarily saying, "Guys, hey, shut up for a second. Please." Everyone abruptly stopped talking, allowing Kurt to explain himself. Blaine squeezed his hand reassuringly and Kurt looked over at Wes, then confidently informed him, "I was from the McKinley New Directions. We put together a performance twenty minutes before Sectionals last year, because our cheer leading coach leaked our set list to the other groups, and we still won. I'm good at the whole last-minute thing."
Blaine looked at him, obviously shocked. His expression matched everyone else at the table, and Wes nodded. "Fine, you can audition today. Practice starts at 4, ends at 7 tonight."
Kurt smiled at him happily and nodded. Then he turned to Nick and told him with a smirk, "I'm totally going to kick your ass."
Nick rolled his eyes at that remark and said, "Honey, you aren't a Warbler yet…" Then in a sing-song voice, he continued, "No diva-off until you are."
Bewilderment fluttered among the rest of the Warblers as they glanced between the two. "Diva-off…?" Kyle inquired with confusion dripping from the words.
Nick and Kurt laughed together and rolled their eyes. "They haven't seen a real diva-off before?" Kurt questioned his roommate. Nick shook his head "no" solemnly and he instantly turned to Wes. "Would it be alright if I did my audition now?"
Wes' eyebrows flew up in surprise. "You weren't kidding when you said that you're used to last-minute decisions. Well, I suppose so. Alright everyone, let's head to the-"
"No, I mean right here, right now." Kurt deadpanned.
"Well, um, sure. Go ahead then." Wes spoke awkwardly, extremely confused by Kurt's amount of confidence and pride.
Kurt stood with a playful smile dancing on his face as he saw a group of boys practicing their band instruments. He hurriedly raced over to them, whispering a song into their ears. All the boys nodded excitedly and began to play the introduction of the song for him. Kurt whirled around and began to sing.
"'Bout twenty years ago,
Way down in New Orleans,
A group of fellows found,
A new kind of music.
And they decided to call it...jazz.
No other sound has,
What this music has."
The music seemed to let his troubles and worries fade. Kurt gave off this brilliant and inspiring vibe as he sang, and everyone wanted more, which he gladly gave them.
"Before they knew it,
It was whizzing 'round the world.
The world was ready,
For a blue kind of music.
And now they play it,
From Steamboat Springs, to, La, Paz!"
Once the pace of the song quickened, the Warblers all started to snap and clap their hands to the beat with Kurt, waiting for the next verse to follow through.
"Oh baby, won't, you, play me?
Le Jazz Hot, maybe?
And don't ever let, it end!
I tell you, friend,
It's really something to hear!
I can't sit still,
When there's that rhy-thm, near, me!"
The rest of the boys in the cafeteria joined in with the clapping and snapping this time. Kurt smiled widely and continued the song with glee.
"Oh, so baby,
Le Jazz Hot, may-be?
What's holding my soul, to-ge-ther?
Don't know whether it's morning or night!
Only know it's sounding right!
So come on in and play me!
Le Jazz Hot, baby!
Cause I, love, my, jazz...hot!"
A boy with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes smiled at the instrumental, standing up and taking Kurt's hands. He twirled and danced around with Kurt while the music played. Then another verse rolled around and, reluctantly, the mystery boy let Kurt go, returning to his seat next to his acoustic guitar, leaving Kurt to have the attention to himself.
"Before they knew it,
It was whizzing 'round the world.
The world was ready,
For a blue kind of music.
And now they play it,
From Steamboat Springs to La Paz!
When, you, play me,
Le Jazz Hot, baby,
You're holding my soul, to-ge-ther!
Don't know whether it's morning or night!
Only know it's sounding right!
So come on in, and, play, me!
Le Jazz Hot, baby!
Cause I love, my jazz...hot!"
Le… Jazz… Hooooooot!"
As he held the high note in "hot", many boys burst into applause and gave a few wolf whistles of approval. But Kurt didn't stop, he pushed through to the end of the song.
"Le, Jazz, Hot."
Kurt received a standing ovation, and he bowed in acceptance, then instantly gestured to the band members behind him. His smile was broad and there was no way that Kurt would be able to forget this single moment in his lifetime. He hugged each of the boys in the band, thanking them repetitively for their help. The boy Kurt danced with nervously walked back up to him, holding his phone in his hand and gesturing for Kurt to take it. "I'm Alexander Young, by the way. And, um, can I have your number?" he asked anxiously.
Kurt instantly gave him a sweet smile and nodded, punching his name and number in the boy's phone. "It was fun dancing with you, Alex." Kurt replied swiftly while handing him his phone back.
"Just Alexander, I prefer to be called by the name I was born and raised with, being the dork I am." Alexander said with a nervous chuckle.
Kurt, being in an extremely giddy mood, hugged him quickly, saying thank you again and hopped back over to the table he performed this for. But, only to find each and every Warbler speechless. "So… am I a Warbler now?" Kurt asked lightly, mainly directing his question towards Wes.
Wes cleared his throat and shook his head to wake himself up. "All those in favor of Kurt Hummel becoming a Warbler, raise your hand." Wes ordered in an official tone. Everyone raise both their hands within seconds. Wes smiled and looked back over to Kurt, "Welcome to the Warblers, Kurt."
Next time on "Welcome to Dalton Academy"!
"Do you guys have a thing?"
"This diva needs his stage! Baby let's have fun!"
"Who's Sebastian?"
"Wait, there are two?"
"If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, come on, sugar, let me know!"
AN: Thanks for checking this story out! I will be heading back to school soon, and I'm currently juggling this, work, and "Maybe It's You" at the same time. Therefore I will not be able to update every day. I'm thinking I will do once a week updates for both until they are each complete. Review away and tell me what you think! Until next time…