Chapter 2: Dalton
"You're a coward, David. Why can't you just believe in yourself? Embrace being different?" Kurt whispered urgently, wanting to avoid attention from the crowded halls. David Karofsky glanced around the hall with violent, panicked eyes.
"Don't say that!" he shouted, shoving Kurt harder into the lockers. "I'm nothing like you! I'm not gay." He whispered the last part, glancing around again to make sure nobody else heard.
Kurt hated this. He hated having to deal with Karofsky, constantly trying to help him without revealing how scared he really was of the neanderthal. Things got worse when he found out his homophobic tormenter was secretly tormenting himself about his sexuality. Kurt felt odd, knowing he was the only one who knew his secret. He gulped when the familiar uneasy feeling washed over not just his stomach, but his whole body. 'I just hope he doesn't kiss me again,' he thought.
"Well, going off of what happened in the locker room Monday, I would say you're pretty gay." Kurt snapped, priding himself on his witty comebacks and sharp tongue.
Karofsky punched the locker next to Kurt's head, grounding out,"Don't push me, Hummel. And don't tell anyone or… I'll kill you." He gave Kurt one last look before angrily stalking away.
Kurt stood frozen in shock, not moving out of place. Thoughts such as 'Oh my god he means it' and 'What do I do now?' ran through his head.
Kurt felt heartbroken for leaving everyone. About a week after Karofsky's threat to him, Kurt let it slip to his father, who went straight to the principle. After Karofsky's expulsion was lifted, Burt Hummel decided to send his son to a private school in Westerville called Dalton Academy. Burt read about this place online. They had a zero-tolerance no bullying policy and many classes to help Kurt control his gift.
Kurt braced himself as he pushed open the wide, wooden double doors of Dalton Academy, his father following after him. He glanced down at his schedule, scanning the page for his room number. 203.
"Kurt," his father began, stopping him in the main room and grabbing his shoulders. "I spoke to the headmaster already. You're all ready to go, kid. All you have to do now is settle in your dorm, but I need to go now. Carole and Finn are waiting for me to start dinner. Will you call me before bed tonight?"
"Okay, dad. I love you."
"I love you too, kiddo. Now come here," Burt's arms tightened around Kurt, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. "You be safe, alright?" Kurt nodded. "Good. Remember to call me."
Burt released him, smiling one last time before turning to the door. When the door slammed shut behind him, Kurt put on his brave face and started walking to his new home.
He was almost halfway down the first hallway when a blur flew passed and stopped about ten feet away. The boy was strikingly handsome with curly dark brown hair and hazel eyes. His hair was gelled back with just the right amount of gel. Kurt realized he was lost so he started walking over to ask the boy for directions.
"Excuse me, I'm new and I-"
"BUCUUUUCK!" the boy shouted, frightening Kurt. Cackling laughter came from somewhere near them as the boy began to cluck and strut like a chicken. Two laughing boys then appeared behind the boy. One boy, who appeared to have Asian decent, was doubling over with laughter. What on earth is going on? Kurt wondered.
"David, did you see that? That was perfect! Look at the newbie's face!" he babbled, straightening up a bit and turning to the second boy as his laughter subsided. "What's he feeling?"
"Oh god Wes," the boy with smooth dark skin and warm chocolate eyes -David replied. "He's feeling really freaked out. I wish you knew how badly he wants to run right now."
"Blaine, act like a rock now." Wes demanded.
The chicken boy stopped strutting automatically and dropped like a dead weight, curling into a position similar to the one Kurt recognized from tornado drills at McKinley. This brought on a fresh wave of laughter from Wes and David, who seemed to be ignoring Kurt's presence. Kurt, realizing Wes must have some sort of control over Blaine, let his jaw drop. He didn't expect to be in a school with other gifted teenagers, let alone a person who could hypnotize someone.
With the snap of Wes' fingers, Blaine jolted and shot up, looking ready to murder.
"Wes I swear to god if you do that again I will-"
Blaine was already invading Wes' personal space when he was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. The change of character in Blaine was almost frightening. He put on a friendly smile and turned to the area of the noise, stopping in shock when he saw the most beautiful boy he's ever seen.
The boy's glasz eyes were shining in amusement and his chestnut hair was immaculately kept. His pale skin was almost glowing. The boy raised an eyebrow when Blaine didn't say anything for a good twenty seconds. Wes and David snickered.
"Oh, I didn't see you there! Please excuse my friends for being idiots," he elbowed Wes in the stomach, who doubled over in pain instead of laughter. "Um…how much of that did you see?"
"Well," Kurt began. Blaine gaped at his high, delicate voice. Blaine was asking himself many questions. When will I see him again? Is he really transferring here? Is he g-
"You squawked loudly at me as a chicken then huddled into a rock." Kurt finished, smiling faintly. Blaine groaned in embarrassment. He just met the perfect boy and his friends were already screwing it up!
"Wes," Blaine hissed, giving him a deadly look. "You have three seconds to run."
Wes and David didn't need any further instructions. They sprinted away madly, cackling like madmen.
"Sorry about them. They like to use their powers for stupid things, which includes making me believe I'm a chicken apparently."
"It's okay. Although I was a little freaked out when I asked you for directions and you squawked at me." Kurt replied.
"Oh god…sorry about that. Wait you need help with directions? Tell me where you need to go…" Blaine trailed off, not knowing the mysterious boy's name.
"Kurt. Does…everybody have powers at this school?"
"Mostly… a few teachers don't have them. I'm Blaine." Blaine was surprised how soft Kurt's hand was when they shook hands.
"Nice to meet you," he replied genuinely, checking his schedule for the room number once again. "I'm actually looking for room number 203."
"Oh, so you're Thad's new roommate?"
"Who?"
"Oh never mind. Just follow me. I think Thad's still in there. I'll introduce you guys," Blaine motioned for Kurt to walk with him. They passed various classrooms and doorways along the way. "Thad's kind of shy, but once you get to know him he's a cool guy. His nose is literally always buried in a book, but you guys should get along fine if you can convince him to stop reading for three seconds." He chuckled, amusement lighting up his eyes. They settled into an easy conversation about classes, Glee Club, and hobbies, secretly enjoying that they had so many things in common.
When they reached the door, Kurt handed Blaine the key with shaking hands. When they stepped inside, things were eerily calm and silent. Kurt took some time to take in some of his surroundings; there were two queen sized beds on opposite sides of the room, one made tidily and the other with a comforter lazily thrown across it. The room was parallel in the arrangement of furniture, each side containing a dresser, desk, closet, and chair. One side had a door that Kurt presumed led to the bathroom.
"So this is it," Kurt mused. "My new home."
