Summary:Dalton's principle threatens to disband the Warblers when one challenges the zero-tolerance harassment policy. Now, they must find and reveal the traitor, or lose everything trying.

Rated: T for occasional language and suggestive comments

Warnings: OC's ahead. Not too many, just to fill in nameless Warblers. Also, this takes place when Kurt was still at Dalton, LONG before Original Song. Has nothing to do with that episode. At all.

Thank you everyone who read "Never Too Late." Your feedback was amazing and I'm going to miss writing for you guys. This is one that I wrote almost a year ago, and I've decided to unleash it from it's burial place in the document uploader. Please Review and let me know if you'd like me to continue. If not, I'm pulling it permanently. Enkoy! :)

Dalton was possibly the safest school in the state. High tuition fees made it hard for anyone to try to break the strict code of good behavior, and no one had been stupid enough to challenge it yet. But that was all about to change, as Kurt was about to find out.

Kurt weaved his way through crowds of teenage boys, heading to the cafeteria to meet up with Blaine, David and Wes. They wanted to discuss a possible duet for he and Blaine to sing at Regionals, something they had never done before, so Kurt was in a bit of a hurry. So much of a hurry, in fact, that at first he thought it was an accident.

Red liquid seemed to come out of nowhere and hit him in the face. It didn't take Kurt long to identify the sticky, sweet-smelling liquid that had just been launched at him as red slushy from the snack bar. He sighed as it dribbled down his red and black blazer and reached up to run his hands through his bangs, something he did whenever something in his life went wrong. And that was when he felt it. Slushy in his hair. Oh hell no, I demand an apology for this!

Kurt turned, expecting to find the person standing before him ready to apologize. Instead he felt someone push against his so hard that he lost his balance and fell to the floor. He got up fast, swinging around to see who did it, but found nothing. Nothing suspicious, that is. Only a group of concerned boys ready to be helpful.

"Hey, you okay?" Luke, a fellow Warbler, helped him gather his books. His light blue eyes had a hard edge in them that he had never seen before.

"Yeah, fine. Dandy. Perfect." Kurt tried to brush it off, but he had always had a bit of a temper, so his efforts didn't last long. "What the hell was that for!" The two boys headed towards the cafeteria.

"I...don't know why it happened here, and I didn't see who did it, but...I heard someone yelling 'fag' down the hallway. I'm pretty sure he was the same one who did this." Kurt nodded slowly and couldn't contain himself from asking the next question.

"What happened to Dalton's strict zero-tolerance harassment policy?"

"Not everyone who comes to Dalton agrees with the policy, but they learn to live with it. Maybe this was just a one-time thing. Take it easy." Luke waved as Kurt headed to his usual table. Wes was tapping his toe impatiently; he hadn't gotten a good look at his friend yet.

"I hope you have a damn good reason for being this late, Hummel, or I may rethink that part about you being in a duet for Regionals."

"Oh my god, what happened?" Of course Blaine was the first to actually notice Kurt. He usually was. Kurt smiled big when Wes' jaw dropped.

"I had a run-in with a boy who obviously forgot that this is Dalton and running down the halls throwing slushy at people and calling them a fag isn't in season here." Kurt slammed his bag on the table and dug through it until he found his comb and a compact mirror. He then proceeded to brush the slushy out of his carefully styled hair.

"Wow. Do you know who did it?" David sat down on the other side of Kurt and eyed his hair skeptically, watching it get more sticky by the second.

"If I did I would have told you, David. Damn! I feel like I just came from slime-time."

"That show hasn't been on in ages. I can't believe you still remember it." Blaine was watching Kurt's grooming attempts with an amused smile.

"Well, it was a fond past-time of mine, before I discovered-"

"Playgirl?" Wes cut in with a smirk. He laughed when Kurt's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I was going to say Vogue, actually. Bloody hell!" Kurt threw his hands up in frustration. The slushy had dried in his hair as he tried to style it and now resembled a cross between Sanjiya and Cruella de vil. Blaine grabbed his water bottle and tilted Kurt's head back.

"Hold still." Slowly he drizzled the cold water on Kurt's head and, grabbing the comb out of his hand, began combing his hair back into a very Kurt-approved style.

"This isn't the first I've heard on this account, actually," Blaine said while running his fingers through Kurt's light brown hair. Kurt shuddered under his casual touch but forced himself to focus on his words, not his hands. Or more specifically, where his hands could be...

"What else have you heard?"

"Derek found some graffiti on his door yesterday. 'Fag'. It seems we have a homophobe at Dalton. Principle Joseph will find out who it is and put a stop to it soon enough." Blaine gave Kurt's hair one more quick run-through with his long fingers before handing the comb back to him and taking a seat in front of his uneaten lunch.

"There, you're perfect again."

"Thanks," Kurt said with a radiant smile.

"No problem. Though, I admit, I kind of preferred the sex hair." Blaine laughed as Kurt flicked him in the ear playfully.

Later that day the Warblers' rehearsal saw a surprise visitor in the form of Principle Joseph. He waited until everyone sat down and became quiet before taking the floor.

"I know you've all heard about the incidents that took place today and yesterday. Now, I know 99% of the people in this room don't need the reminder, but for the other one percent that insists on breaking the rules, I should just remind you that this is not a public school. If you break the rules at Dalton you leave and you don't come back. This school was built on the grounds of equality, acceptance, and compassion for your fellow beings, regardless of what they may be, and I will not tolerate one rebellious teen trying to change the rules after all these years."

"If you don't mind me asking, Sir, why are we specifically being told this?" David ventured to ask the question that was on almost everyone's mind.

"Because, David, I have just been informed that the student in question is a Warbler." Silence filled the room as everyone looked around in disbelief. The Warblers were probably the most well-behaved students in the school.

"Now, I don't want to punish all of you for one persons mistakes, but it needs to be stopped." He took at deep breath, half leaning out the door, and Kurt could feel the power of foreshadowing in the air. It was practically tangible at this point.

"If it continues, I'll be forced to disband the Warblers." With this little drop of the ball Principle Joseph left the room, closing the doors behind him. Everyone sat in silence for a few seconds before being able to speak.

"Anyone wanna come forward? Give themselves up?" Wes stood up and folded his arms. From this angle he towered over everyone, looking even more intimidating than he usually did. Nobody said anything and he let out a sigh.

"Fine, don't say anything. Just, whoever did it, stop. You've had your fun. If you keep it up, the rest of the Warblers will find out, and we will turn you in." With one last dangerous look around he motioned for everyone to get out of their seats and warm up for rehearsal.

Kurt took his place next to Blaine and they stretched in silence, getting ready for their duet dance practice. After several minutes of wordless communication Kurt turned to Blaine and whispered in his ear, "They wouldn't really break up Warblers for one persons actions, would they?"

Blaine wanted to tell him no, that it was insane, but he had never seen a look of determination so strong in the principle's eyes.

"I think...that we'll never find out the answer to that question. Because we won't let it get that far."

So, should I continue? Let me know, hope you enjoyed this!

~Alex