Title: Welcome To your New Life
Words: ~4,400 weeeeee
Warnings: Rated M for cursing (not right now but later *le shrug*), future Adult Themes, future Graphic Violence; Introduction of Humanoids, Chimera, and otherwise fantastical creatures.
Spoilers: None~
Authors note: Wheeeee here we go! First chapter~ Hope you're not already bored! ;D
Chapter 1
"Dalton Academy? Isn't that like a-a crazy good school?" Kurt sputtered in astonishment after receiving the pamphlet from his over-excited principal.
Kurt's father snorted; he had said the same exact thing just thirty minutes earlier when he had a private confrontation with the principal.
Principal Figgins waved his hands extravagantly. "It will all be covered. You are a brilliant mind, Kurt Hummel! You deserve this!" he praised in his always-thick Indian accent.
"You have a brilliant mind," chided the school counselor next to him, correcting him lightly for his grammar mistake.
"Thank you, Miss Pillsbury, anyway-" Kurt snorted quietly at the blatant ignorance of her efforts. "-you will be enrolled at the Dalton Academy School for the Significantly Advanced tomorrow. They will give you up until next Monday to move into your dorm room-"
"Woah-dorm room?" Burt interrupted. "My son's gonna be put in a dorm room? He's not being sent off to college here, this is high school we're talking about! Isn't this an optional thing?"
"The school is an hour and a half away from here-yes, it is optional, but most understand that it's just easier to stay there for the school week! They can most definitely return home whenever they want outside of school, as long as they get to class on time."
Burt shifted in his seat uncomfortable, curling his arms together over his chest. "Will there be girls?" he asked awkwardly.
Kurt openly rolled his eyes, not caring if he was being rude. Kurt knew he was gay, and he certainly wouldn't be looking for a reason to peek at girls in the middle of the night; however, he has yet to tell his father of this, so he can't really blame the man for the assumption. Still, it hurts to think that the only reason to be held back is because of where wandering eyes and minds may lead you.
"Yes, but they have a separate dorm housing," Figgins clarified. Burt, obviously satisfied, huffed shortly.
The room was quiet for a moment before Burt looked over at Kurt, whom was absently flipping through the pamphlet, which was decorated with nice images and little descriptions about the school.
"What do you think, kiddo?" Kurt looked up at Burt, and then at the two others present in the room, obviously waiting for an answer.
Softly, he answered after a moment, "Can I think about it?"
Burt stepped out of his truck, closed and locked the door behind him, and strode up the driveway towards the front door; quickly followed by Kurt, who stepped out of his own car and up the driveway he went as well.
"So what d'you think?" Burt asked as the two of them walked into the house, Kurt immediately sitting at the island in the center of the kitchen.
"About the school? I think it's nice," he responded, taking his phone out and idly tapping through his pictures of various animals, diagrams, and Musical actors he particularly looked up to.
"Just nice?" his father asked, leaning on the counter.
Kurt shrugged silently, continuing on his absent flicking.
"Kurt," Burt warned. Kurt flicked his eyes up at Burt for just a second before sighing and locking his phone, putting it aside to have a proper conversation with his dad.
"Like I said, it's nice. I don't know what else you want me to say," he defended, ignoring Burt's sigh in favor of picking at the edge of the counter.
"Would you like to go there?" his father asked after a short moment of silence.
Kurt remained silent, pondering the question. "Kurt," Burt tried after a few minutes of sustained silence.
"I don't know-"
"Well, why not?" But immediately questioned.
Kurt flicked his eyes up at him again, his defensive wall springing back into place.
"It may not be right for me," he snapped lightly, earning another questionable look from Burt.
"Kurt, this place is perfect for you. It has all the classes you need that'll keep you on your toes, it has a bunch of brainiacs just like you so you can finally meet someone and make friends!" Kurt smiled at that, creeping out from behind his wall just a little. "And it has no tolerance for any sort of harassment, so you don't have to worry about people making fun of you anymore."
Kurt looked up completely at that. He never told his father about the bullies. How much does he know? Who could possibly have told him without his knowledge? Does Burt know he's gay already?
"How did you-"
"Miss Pillsbury told me about how you'd come to her about 'em," he interrupted sharply. It was very obvious that Burt was angry with Kurt-or at the very least, frustrated with his son's lack of communication. "She said you'd come almost once a week, showing her-" he bit back the words for a moment, making sure he didn't snap too hard when he said them, "-bruises. All over your arms and back."
Kurt tucked his head down, blinking back the slight stinging in his eyes.
"And-and those 'Slushies' or whatever? When were you gonna tell me about those? I was wondering why you'd bring, like, three changes of clothes every day!"
"They'd often do it more than just once a day," Kurt retorted softly, but again, Burt cut him off.
"More than just once? Kurt, why haven't you told anyone of this?" he raised his voice by only a little, but it was enough for Kurt to snap back with just as much volume.
"Because no one ever listens! I tell people things about my life, and they just brush it aside! Like you say, I've told Miss Pillsbury quite a few times about how those-" he sputtered for the right word, "-goons-treat me every day! Nothing gets through that thick head of ginger-albeit gorgeous on the doll-hair!" Burt focussed more on what Kurt was saying as the boy stood up to pace around the kitchen. "It's the same with every teacher there! All is well until the 'faggot of McKinley'," he emphasized with air quotations, "starts speaking up!" Burt held his hand up, stopping Kurt.
"Woah, woah, woah-who's calling you that?"
Oh shit.
"Um, no one specifically-it's just sort of a-it's just a name people just-"
"I know what it is, Kurt," Burt interrupted, "but why are they calling you that?"
Oh sure, Kurt thought sternly, Miss Pillsbury tells my dad everything except for the fact that I'm gay.
"It's seriously just a stupid name kids are calling me. They call lots of people that!"
"No but lots a' kids aren't my son, now why are they calling you that?"
"What, Dad-it doesn't mean anything! It's just a word-"
"A word that means gay, Kurt."
"Technically, in its true meaning, it means a pile of sticks-"
"Kurt Jacobson Hummel!"
Kurt flinched and stood up straight, fully facing his father at the sound of his full name. His full name would only come out when Burt was way too frustrated to deal with this right now.
Burt sighed, gladly accepting the attention. "Kurt, I have a serious question for you, but you don't have to answer if you're too uncomfortable. I still want you to be completely honest with me here, regardless of what you think I want to hear."
Kurt took a deep breath, bracing himself for the question of the day.
"Kurt, are you gay?"
Kurt looked up at his father, his eyes wide as if he didn't expect the question. Suddenly, he felt a wave of nausea hit him with as much force as a Slushie-Oh the irony, he thought.
"I-I-" He couldn't answer. Nervously, he licked his lips and picked at the cuticles of his fingers. "I don't feel comfortable with that question," he finally blurted out and scurried from the room and up the stairs.
When he finally made it upstairs and into his bedroom, Kurt shut the door and leaned on it, his hand clasping over his mouth as his eyes wrenched closed-attempting to keep the tears at bay.
This was not how it was supposed to go, he thought gruffly, biting his lip from behind his hand to keep from letting out a sob, I was gonna tell him when I was ready, not when he expects it-Dammit! He almost punched the door with the heel of his first but stopped himself, going instead for his bed. He slapped his hand onto the duvet, trying to get the frustration out in some form without really hurting himself or something in his room.
When he didn't feel better, he did it again-and again-and once more before he realized he was getting nowhere and simply sat down on the edge of the bed. He tried to even his breathing but couldn't, feeling the overwhelming feeling of hurt and humiliation spread through him.
He's never felt this way before. He's never felt so hurt that he just wants to fall asleep forever or punch a hole in the wall.
How do I fix this? He thought to himself after a moment, his breath automatically evening itself out after the short moment of calm silence. How do I do this? What am I even doing? Why can't I be normal-
And then it hit him.
Kurt leaned back and fell backwards on his bed, spreading his arms over the scape of the duvet. That's just it, he thought, I'm not normal. I'm smarter than every kid at my school, I dress better than half of them, he thought with a raise of his eyebrow, and on top of all that, I like boys. How the Hell is that normal? He let out a soft laugh, realizing that he was probably the least normal kid in this state.
Maybe I should go to that school. He thought with a blink. I mean-the campus looked nice, and I like how the dorms are split apart; not to mention the many boys there'll be, He smiled to himself-and its classes are far more advanced than what stupid McKinley has. And the no tolerance for harassment policy? Amazing.
He bit his lip at the last part. But what about my dad? He knows something's up, and I have to tell him the truth. But what's he going to think? Will he throw me out? Send me to the school and not bother taking me back when summer starts? Oh god, what if-
He suddenly heard a knock at his door, halting his racing thoughts.
"Hey, Buddy?" Dad. "Can I come in?"
Kurt sighed and didn't move for a moment. After a quick inner debate, he slid off his bed and stepped to his door, opening it with a dejected face.
"Hey, Kiddo," his dad said softly. Kurt stepped aside and let his dad in, and they both sat down on the bed.
They were both silent for a moment until Burt finally spoke up. "Look, bud, I'm sorry about snapping at you. It's just-" he searched for the right words, "-you've been so distant lately-for a while now, actually-and I'm just trying to figure out what's goin' on with you. I-I want to be there for you, Kurt. I want you trust me again and talk to me again. You stopped talking again when you entered high school, and all I want is to know why?"
Burt looked at his son, whom was staring intently at the floor. "Kurt?" Kurt looked up, his eyes welled with tears. He launched over to hug his father tightly. Burt hugged him back, reveling in his son's newfound openness.
They hugged like that for a moment, allowing each other the benefit of being close again, but soon enough, Kurt had to pull away. He needed to set things straight with his dad-especially concerning his sexuality.
"Dad, I need to tell you something," he nervously began wringing his hands together and biting his cheek, pondering on how he should go about this. "I'm-I'm sure Miss Pillsbury has told you-" he paused, flicking his eyes to the ceiling in favor of cursing her out, "-a few things about me at school, but I want to set things straight right here-right now."
Burt nodded understandingly and made himself a little more comfortable for the upcoming news.
Suddenly, Kurt felt a wave of nervousness hit him again. How should I tell him? Should I just say it? Should I tell him a story? 'Oh, well you see, Dad, once upon a time, there was a prince in a magical kingdom who was smarter than everyone in the land, but the only problem was, he liked boys, so when one of his servants noticed him checking out another servant's ass, they all performed mutiny on him and threw him in the dungeons for the rest of his life. The end.
That sounded like a terrible story to tell.
Kurt worried his lower lip between his teeth for another moment before Burt-once again-snapped him out of his thoughts. "Kurt?" Kurt looked up. "Just tell me, Bud."
Kurt took a deep breath and nodded swiftly. He swallowed and looked down, cursing himself for not being able to do this. He figured: the best way to do this is to just do it.
"Dad," he started slowly, "I'm gay."
Kurt didn't dare look up to see his dad's reaction. He was sure his dad already knew because of Miss Pillsbury.
"Kurt," he heard his dad say, "Look at me, Buddy."
Kurt looked up hesitantly, waiting for a continuation.
"Kurt: I know you're gay. I know this, not because your chipper little guidance counselor blatantly hinted at it," his father dipped his head in such a way that reminded Kurt of himself, "but because I've known forever." he smirked at Kurt, who tilted his head in confusion. "I've known you were gay since you were about three years old-all you've ever wanted was a pair of-a pair of 'sensible heels'." he chuckled at that, and Kurt smiled at the distant memory.
Burt took in a breath before continuing. "Do you know what you said to me when you were-" he paused, trying to remember the age, "-about five years old?" Kurt shook his head curiously. "It was your first Disney movie you've ever seen-It was something like, uh-The Mermaid and the Sailor, or something-"
"The Little Mermaid?" Kurt offered.
Burt nodded swiftly and continued, "Yeah, that's it-we were watching that-you, your mom and I, and-" Kurt smiled softly at the mention of his mother. "-and when the movie ended, we were bringing you upstairs to bed, and you said-" Burt chuckled, reaching up to scratch the top of his head. "-you asked in your sleepy haze if you'd ever find someone like the Prince." Kurt's heart clenched slightly at that. Funny-him at five years old, already wishing for a prince to come and sweep him off his tiny-and only adorned with the most sensible of heels-feet.
"For a minute, your mom and I thought we'd heard wrong-or you were confused and meant to say that you'd wished to be in that prince's position, but when I asked you what you meant, you said-and I quote-'I'm too fabulous to not have the bestest Prince as my man', and that's when your mom corrected you and told you the proper word was simply, 'best'."
Kurt couldn't believe this. At age five, he was not only pining for rich men, but he also referred to himself as "fabulous". He was quite proud of little five-year-old Kurt Hummel. That boy knew how to pick 'em way before he even did.
After a second, Kurt looked up at his dad nervously again. "So you don't care?" he asked slowly, "That I'm gay," he clarified.
Burt took in another breath and looked over at his son. He clapped him lightly on the shoulder and smiled at him. "No, bud. I don't care." Kurt sighed at that, feeling the nervousness wash out of him. "I'm just happy you won't be getting anyone pregnant," Burt finished offhandedly, earning a delicate snort from Kurt.
"Yeah, you don't have to be worrying about that," Kurt replied.
Before they could really finish, Kurt had to ask one more thing, "If you already knew I was gay, why did you ask Principal Figgins about the dorms?"
His father made an awkward shrug and looked over at Kurt with a straight face, "Honestly kid, I just wanted to know," he smirked and chuckled shortly. Kurt let himself laugh too.
Soon, both men got up, and Kurt quickly gave Burt another short embrace.
"So," Burt announced after Kurt had pulled away, "How's about that Dalton school?"
Kurt took in a slow breath and smiled softly, nodding.
"I think-I think it sounds great," he licked his lips, the nervousness returning for a moment before he added, "but first I want to tell you about my first two years of high school..."
Kurt pulled into a parking space closest to the concrete walkway up to Dalton Academy's Main Entrance. After discussing a few things with his father on Monday, the two figured that the best bet for all of Kurt's current problems could be solved by transferring to a new school-preferably Dalton, as it was just about perfect to Kurt.
The other day, his father and he had talked about a good amount of things that they really needed to talk about. Kurt told his dad all about the looks he was given everyday just for being smart or overly-athletic. He told his father about when the bruising started, showed his father just about every spot, and explained what he did about it. His father almost called the school to curse them out over what they let happen to his son, but Kurt stopped him, telling him it would be no use.
They talked about a few other things too: how Kurt began to realize that he was gay, the way people treated him after he was caught that one time in the locker rooms; to Kurt it was just a couple of memories, but to Burt it was madness, shear madness. No one had acted like that in his day, and all Burt wished, and he told Kurt this, was for Kurt to trust him and tell him things when they happen. It was then that they hugged again, and started talking more about the new school.
Kurt was glad he and his father talked things through. They had tied up some loose ends, helped each other understand one another more, and made promises to each other that they would always be honest to each other: even if the situation isn't the best.
By the end of the day, Kurt felt relieved. He felt as if a great amount of weight had lifted off his chest, and now that he'd be leaving stupid McKinley High School, he had a lot less to worry about.
The only thing at this point Kurt was worried about was the dorms. He knew there was no other choice other than waste all his money on gas from driving nearly 90 minutes to and from the school just to sleep in his own bed everyday-and that definitely can't happen-so he figured it would just be easier to sleep there where it's openly provided and recommended.
He just hoped his roommate wouldn't be some creepy dude who collects dead animals-or owns lizards. God, he hates lizards.
Taking the paperwork for the Headmaster-Headmaster? What is this, Hogwarts?-from the passenger seat, Kurt strode out of the car, closing the door and locking it quickly.
As he walked up the walkway to the school, he noticed how barren and empty the outside of the school was. Sure there were a couple of cars in the parking lot and the bus lot, but really there weren't too many.
It sort of made him think that most students must live at this school.
He didn't think he'd ever be able to do that. Even in college, Kurt would feel like he'd have to return home at least once a month. Once a week if he could, but he highly doubted that. He'd be going to New York, after all. That's a good five-maybe six-hours away; not to mention the ton of work he'd probably receive every day. Maybe he could do it.
Kurt was stripped from his thoughts when a terrible gust of wind smacked into him and drove a good portion of his papers away from his arms. He cursed the weather above him for a moment before leaping after his lost slips, which weren't too far away, and the wind had stopped-but he couldn't risk anything. He needed those papers.
Why do I need so many sheets of paper anyway? They don't need some sort of profile for me-this is only freaking high school!
Kurt gathered up a few of the runaway sheets, but soon realized that he was still missing a few. He looked over at the grassy area where some of them flew to see if he'd missed some, but nothing was there.
"Missing something?" a voice, closer than he'd ever expect, roused from behind him.
Kurt jumped, gasping in shock as he whipped around to face the source of the voice who had scared him.
He was met with a smoldering pair of eyes and a smile that screamed both friendly and run.
"I think you dropped these," said the boy, flicking his eyes downward for Kurt to see. Kurt looked down as well, and when he had recognized the papers gently grasped in the boy's hand-tan hand-Kurt slowly reached for the sheets with a cautious hand. He gripped them, tugging slightly to silently notion that "yes, these are my papers, thank you," but the boy didn't let go. Both boys's eyes flicked up to meet the other's.
Kurt stared into the strange boy's eyes for a moment, feeling as though he was sinking, falling through those beautiful pools of hazel and gold. He felt like he was being lured into the most delightful of traps through those eyes of endless mystery.
"Um-" Kurt mumbled, breathing steadily, "Yeah, these are mine," he whispered at only a breathy volume. He forced himself to tear his eyes away from the breathtaking boy in favor of glancing down at the papers again.
The boy grinned toothily and released the papers from his grip, allowing Kurt to put them back in their place at the top of his small stack of papers.
"You should really keep a stronger hold on those," the boy stepped back and recommended with an air of playfulness, earning an understood smile from Kurt. "this school really likes to push your buttons, let me tell you..." Kurt smiled at the boy. Despite his awkward closeness from a moment before, the boy was actually kind of sweet-and cute.
"I'll make a mental note of that for next time I bring a stack of incredibly important and incredibly unneeded papers to this school," Kurt retorted playfully with a smirk.
The boy, obviously amused, smiled widely and put his hand out to Kurt, "My name's Blaine," he said smoothly.
Kurt flicked his eyes down to the boy's hand with hesitance. No one's ever held their hand out to shake his before. It was kind of unheard of for people to even get near him, let alone want to touch him.
He shuffled the papers into his left arm and held his right out tentatively, "Kurt," he replied, but as he reached out to shake this-Blaine's-hand, he felt a shock buzz through his finger and up his arm, making him flinch harshly. Blaine felt it too, and flinched just about the same time.
The boys looked up at each other after a second. They both smiled and began to laugh softly at how that actually happened.
"Sorry about that," Kurt mentioned through his laugh, "That-That's never happened to me before."
Blaine, still smiling, looked down at his hand for a moment, lost in thought, before holding it out once more. "Here, let's try that again," he insisted. Kurt smirked and reached for Blaine's hand again, this time taking it without hesitation.
Blaine's hand was warm; very warm. "Are you new here?" Blaine asked softly, staring into Kurt's eyes again.
Kurt stared back, his breath immediately taken away from him again, "Yeah, just transferred today. I-I'll be starting on Monday..." he replied breathlessly.
As Blaine smiled, Kurt could have sworn he noticed a twinkle of two, slightly longer teeth. Blaine's eyes seemed to have glowed a sort of golden-brown for just a moment as he said softly,
"Good. Welcome to your new life."
AU: Pffffft okay I know I ended it the same exact way I ended the prologue BUT THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE IT FITS AND BLAINE IS COOL ENOUGH TO MAKE THE REMARK AGAIN. He's just trying to remind you what story you're reading and that it ISN'T AS COOL AS ALL THE MANY GREAT ONES THERE ARE OUT THERE. ._.
Anyway, this chapter is considerably longer than the last one. I know I said I didn't know how long each chapter would be, so if this one is 4,400 words and the next one is like, 2,000 words, I'm very sorry. ._. I'll try to at least stay in the thousands range. ;]
Soooo here's the first chapter, and I hope you liked it! Write a review, favor it, whatever, you're amazing for even reading this. :]
EDIT: Ugh, okay so, I didn't notice before in the other fic, but now I'm seeing it, but it isn't my fault: Dashes are now simple hash marks. It went from two of these: "-" to one of them, but I swear I didn't do that. Dx
So if you see a cutoff anywhere (where a dash is supposed to be), ignore the hash mark and pretend it's a dash. :/ I'm really sorry about that, I think the site did that ;
