(A/N)- Thanks for all the kind reviews! I really hope I don't disappoint... And also, I'll say it again: thanks, Violethillbeautiful! (:
Also, I had to use some French in here, and its only a very, very rough translation.
Now... READ ON! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the major non-OCs in this story. FOX and Ryan Murphy do.
Chapter 2: Kurt, Meet Dalton!
Kurt rolled over and groggily reached for his screaming alarm clock, blindingly attempting to hit snooze. Eyes still closed, he felt around for his bedside table which held his clock.
When he couldn't find it, he cracked a single eye open. Suddenly, he bolted upright. Looking around, he tried to soak everything in. This wasn't his room.
Then, he remembered everything. He was the king of freaks. He had been dropped off at Dalton. He had his first day of school here.
Great.
He looked to the left to find and shut off his blaring alarm clock. Shaking his head, he drilled it into his mind that his side table was now to his left instead of on the right. The way it had been in his old room.
Kurt rubbed his eyes and reluctantly moved from his warm bed. He quickly and rubbed his hair down with a towel before moving to one of the room's armchairs. On it lay the uniform that he would be forced to wear.
The pale boy growled at the clothes in annoyance and changed in a matter of minutes. He moved to the mirror and began the long and grueling process of making his hair perfectly immaculate.
When he finally finished, he turned to grab his messenger bag, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Hold on!" he called out fishing in the closet for the already ready bag. He found it and rushed to the door, pulling it open a little too fast than normal.
"Oh, hello," Kurt cocked an eyebrow as he found Blaine standing in front of him.
"Good morning, Kurt," Blaine laughed. "Anyways, this may sound stupid, but-"
Blaine trailed off, fidgeting nervously.
"But?" Kurt urged.
"I was wondering if I could walk you to class? Not in a weird way, just a friendly way. You just looked kind of lost yesterday. Well, not really. I- Wow, I'm making a fool of myself, aren't I?"
"I'd be lying if I said no," Kurt smiled kindly. "But why do you want to be so friendly?"
"Well, changing from a normal high school to a school made for the gifted can be a huge transition. I just want to make you feel comfortable and welcome here at Dalton. We've had many students feel weird about the whole thing and just transfer back to normal school, choosing to ignore their powers altogether. They never learn how to completely harness them, and it usually goes haywire, and they never realize that Dalton could have helped them better both themselves and their gifts; that Dalton helps give them a new purpose. I would just hate to see you ignore your extraordinary gifts. It would be a terrible waste."
Blaine finished his miniature speech, rubbing nervously at his neck.
"Okay? Hold on a second. I have to get my key." Kurt stepped back into his room and headed to the side table as Blaine followed him into the oversized dorm.
"Gosh, Kurt. Your dorm is super clean. A lot of the other guys have found it in their liking to hide their dorm floors with garbage and discarded clothing," Blaine joked, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
Kurt laughed and grabbed his key, motioning Blaine through the door. He locked it behind him and walked through the dormitory hallways with the other boy.
Kurt looked around and could hear some of the other boys getting ready in their rooms. He wasn't sure if they were running slightly late, or if he was slightly early.
"What's your first class?" Blaine asked, attempting a conversation.
"Uh-" Kurt trailed off, reaching for the folded-up peice of paper in his pocket. He sanned the schedule, trying to memorize it once more.
"Biology. Easy enough," Kurt smiled, shrugging before slipping the paper back into his pocket.
"Awesome. I'm in Advanced Biology."
"Show-off," Kurt snickered. He pushed open the door, letting Blaine step outside of the dormitory before him.
The sun was only peeking out from the horizon, casting a beautiful glow on the school's garden. There were teachers and students alike bustling about, getting to classrooms and offices.
"God, this school must be swimming in funds. My old school was too cheap to even pay to fix a single door's window when some Neanderthal threw me a little too hard. They just wanted to cover it up with some cardboard and tape. Here they pay for antique furniture and well-kempt gardens."
Kurt looked around again, sighing. He missed the worried expression that crossed Blaine's face.
He only noticed when a look of understanding covered the face that the sun was presently casting shadows upon.
"What?" Kurt asked, walking along at a slower pace, touching his skin where Blaine was staring at him. Did he have something on his face?
"So, you were bullied for your gifts, too?" Blaine asked lowly.
"Oh. Nope, I was bullied for the- must I say fashionable- way I dressed. The fact that I'm gay didn't help out much, either. I kind of-"
"Mr. Hummel!" Someone called from behind Kurt and Blaine, interrupting Kurt.
When the two boys turned, they were met with the sight of Mr. Porter walking towards them.
"Yes, Mr. Porter?" Kurt watched and waited as the older man stopped in front of them.
"Well, I see you've met Blaine," Mr. Porter grinned. "Now, Blaine, why don't you get to your first class? I have to talk to Mr. Hummel."
Kurt could see the reluctance on Blaine's face before their eyes met.
"Well, I guess I'll talk to you later, Kurt!" Then, the dark-haired boy turned and sauntered off the another building.
"So, what do you think of Blaine? He's one of Dalton's brightest pupils!" Mr. Porter clasped his hands as he and Kurt continued at a steady pace.
"He seems friendly and mentor-y. So do Wes and David," Kurt joked as he glanced around the campus. Or at least what he could see of it.
"Ah, yes. Wes and David are very great, too."
A small silence filled the space between them until Mr. Porter began the onversation again.
"So, I spoke to the Head Senior Warblers, and they said that I could send you over to the practice room after school today. That is, if you're ready to audition? If not, I could have them reschedule your-"
"No, today would be wonderful!" Kurt grinned, excited.
"Okay," Mr. Porter smiled. "I should get going to my office. You know where your first class is, right?"
"Yeah," Kurt lied. Luckily, Mr. Porter wasn't studying his face or anything. He surely would have been able to call Kurt's bluff.
"Wonderful. I will surely see you later to find out how well you're getting along at Dalton." With that, the man left Kurt to wander aimlessly towards different buildings, occasionally studying his map.
Finally, he found his first class, and fortunately, he wasn't late.
Spotting an older woman, Kurt moved towards her, ignoring the eyes that were following him across the room.
"Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel. This is my first day." He held his hand out to the woman. She took it and shook firmly.
"Well, obviously," she laughed. She spoke to him a little more, and then told him to take a seat.
When Kurt looked around the room, he realized that there was only one table open, and both of the two seats were vacated.
He moved slowly to the table, sliding into the chair.
"Now, gentlemen. Take out your books and we'll begin our lesson."
That was the beginning of a long class. They only went over things that Kurt had learned before, and as he searched ahead through his book, he realized he knew most of it.
When the teacher- who had introduced herself as Miss Rein- announced the end of the session, Kurt happily stood and begun heading out of the classroom door.
Before he could make it far, a hand pulled him back into the room. Kurt turned to find Miss Rein.
"Kurt is it just me, or did you find my session boring?"
"No! It wasn't boring, I promise. It's just that, well, I already knew all of that," Kurt admitted.
"Okay." Miss Rein nodded. "I'll take that into notice. Thank you."
Kurt smiled and turned around, beginning to wander to his next class, which was definantly unlike any other class he had ever had.
Power Education.
Kurt assured himself that it was one of those 'WTF' moments.
Just the name itself was weird. Was it like some twisted version of Physical Education? Like P.E.?
Kurt shook his head and looked at his map once again.
It seemed that no matter how much he looked at his map, he didn't know exactly where he was, so he decided to call up some courage and ask for directions.
Right at that moment, a blonde with slightly longer hair walked past with another dark haired boy. Kurt quickly moved to tap on the blonde's shoulder.
He turned around, which caused the other to stop and turn, too.
"Ah! New kid," the blonde greeted. "I'm Jeff!"
"I'm Nick," the other added.
"Hey, I'm Kurt."
Before Kurt could even ask, Nick smirked. "You're lost, aren't you?"
"Yes, how did you know? Are you, like, psychic or something?" He broke into laughter until he realized that neither of the other two boys were laughing.
"Amazing guess," Nick grinned.
"Oh."
"Well, it doesn't take a psychic to know that the new kid is gonna get lost," Jeff teased. "Where is your next class?"
"Power Education?" Kurt helped.
"Well, Kurt, this is your lucky day, I'm on my way there now."
"Thanks a ton, Jeff," Kurt smiled before following the two boys towards another building.
When they arrived, Nick waved a short good-bye to Jeff.
"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly is this class about?" Kurt asked sheepishly as they entered. It looked like a combination of classrooms surrounding a single arena.
"P.E. is a class centered around strengthening your powers and bettering your control over them. It kind of depends how well you do here if you go on futher."
Kurt knew what Jeff was talking about: that very few of the people from Gifted Schools went on the be seen as heroes around the world. Kind of like Superman, except real; they didn't come from the pages of a comic book.
Kurt also knew it was usually only the people with useful gifts. Like super-strength and speed. Mind control.
Not Illusionists. That power wouldn't be able to save the world. It would just work like a type of bar-trick.
"And just warning you now, Mr. Brown is kind of-" Jeff stopped for a second, searching for the correct word. "Strict. Okay, more than strict. He's got the power of super strength, so he acts all rough 'n tough. He's also the coach for nearly all sports here at Dalton."
"So, do all of the teachers here have, uh, gifts?" Kurt asked.
"Naw, just a few."
"Oh, okay."
They walked in silence and entered through double doors into the arena.
"Also, we're still early enough in the year to be doing power evaluations. Mr. Brown tests us on the extremity of our gifts. Pretty much how well we control them now, and how much we can push them to a limit. Things like that. He'll most likely target you today because you're new."
Jeff looked apologetic as they reached a group. Kurt glanced up around them, and that's when he spotted Mr. Brown. He was very, very, very muscular with a buzz cut.
Of course.
"Well, wish me luck. I better go introduce myself," Kurt laughed as Jeff actually repeated him.
"Good luck," Jeff's voice followed him as he walked through the students.
When he was near the older man, he tapped on his shoulder.
"Excuse me, sir. I'm a new student here at Dalton. My name is K-" Kurt was cut off as theman turned towards him, not een sparing a look up from his clip board.
"I thought this was an all boy's school?" Mr. Brown ground out. Then, he looked up at Kurt for the first time. "Oh," he speculated, looking at Kurt in disgust. "You're just extremely feminine, I guess. Whatever."
Kurt scoffed as the man turned away from him. Mr. Brown was seriously treading on thin ice with Kurt, but before the diva could start spouting off insults, a hand coered his mouth.
He turned to see Jeff.
"Don't ever mouth off to Mr. Brown. You would seriously get into a ton of trouble, and he'll give you a super-low grade in this class. Instead of verbally hating him, just hate him silently."
"Fine," Kurt grumbled before seeing Jeff failing at attempting not to laugh. "What?"
"No offense, but your voice does ind of sound like it belongs to a girl."
Kurt laughed and playfully punched Jeff on the arm, but he added extra force behind it, trying to make it hurt.
"Ow! Fine, fine! You're not a girl! Well, at least you don't punch like one."
Before Kurt could say anything snarky to the blonde boy, Mr. Brown caught their attention.
"Okay! Shut up! We have about thirty-five minutes left and we still need to go through about sixteen people."
He looked at his clip-board, scanning the names.
"What if he chooses me?" Kurt worried out loud.
"Don't worry, I haven't done my evaluation yet, either," Jeff assured as Mr. Brown called out a name.
"Tyler McMillen! Get up here."
A tall, lanky boy with short hair stepped up towards the intimidating teacher.
"State your name and power," Mr. Brown ordered.
"But you just said my na-" Tyler began to argue.
"State your name!" Mr. Brown growled a little too loudly.
"Tyler McMillen. Jumper," Tyler stated, flinching.
"What's a Jumper?" Kurt asked Jeff, who just motioned for Kurt to watch.
The boy- Tyler- suddenly disappeared, but at the same time, reappeared next to Mr. Brown.
"Whoa," Kurt breathed. He then watched as Tyler transported around the arena.
"Okay, get back over here, Tyler," Mr. Brown ordered, and Tyler soon appeared next to him again.
"Is that all you can do? Cavorting around like an idiot?" Mr. Brown hissed. "Not really useful."
Tyler frowned and looked at his feet as the teacher told him to sit back down.
"Next is... Jeff Sterling!"
Jeff stood up bravely and stepped forward.
"Name and Power."
"Jeff Sterling." Then, Jeff smirked, not finishing.
"Now state your power," Mr. Brown growled.
"Fire starting and Invisibility."
Kurt's eyes widened. Those sounded awesome.
At that moment, Jeff opened his hand, palm up. With a blink of his eyes, a small fire started, but it grew impossibly quickly, burning up his arm and swallowing his face before moving on.
It traveled along Jeff's body until he was completely submerged in the blinding flames. Surprised gasps spread through some of the students, though they had most likely seen this before.
Suddenly, the fire was gone, leaving bright spots in Kurt's vision. It took a few seconds for Kurt to realize that along with the fire, Jeff was also missing.
"Haha, very funny," Mr. Brown called out sarcastically. "Now come back to view and sit down. Your power is hardly useful."
Kurt wasn't the only one to jump when Jeff appeared in his seat.
"Next-" Mr. Brown scanned through his papers again, smirking. "Kurt Hummel."
Kurt's eyes widened and his breathing sped up, but he walked forth, aware of all the eyes on him.
A silence followed. "Must I continue to say it? Name and power!" Mr. Brown rolled his eyes.
"Kurt Hummel." Kurt paused and took a deep breath. "Empath, Illusionist, Screamer, and Stealer."
He secretly wondered how many of the students would laugh at him and called him crazy, and he was quickly answered as a few snickers broke out.
"Kid, if you haven't noticed, I ain't the type to joke around with, now tell me your power."
Kurt couldn't hold it back any longer. He turned to Mr. Brown.
"I did tell you my powers. Yes, I'm a freak, and you would've thought that they possibly should have informed you in advance about my arrival. Maybe none of the other teachers or the Dean were brave enough to come to you and tell you. Actually, I'm pretty sure that they just couldn't get near enough to you to hold a conversation with you because you reek of weat and cigarettes from miles away."
Mr. Brown's eyes became slits as a few hisses of astonishment immenated from the class.
Then, oddly, Mr. Brown smiled. Not a genuine smile. More ike a cruel, sinister smile.
"Prove it."
"Prove what?" Kurt snapped, hand on his hip.
"Show us all your powers," Mr. Brown crossed his arms.
"Fine," Kurt spat out.
He went through the steps of being an illusionist, but he let his hatred fuel it. So pretty much, in the end, he has made it seem as though bugs were crawling everywhere, erupting from windows and- for a split second- Mr. Brown's shirt sleeves.
Luckily, no one freaked out too much. Well, really, the couldn't really panic, because if they moed from their chairs, they'd be stepping on a carpet of bugs. Even if they were just an illusion.
"Get rid of them. Now!" Mr. Brown ordered intimidatingly, even if he was huddled on top of a chair.
Kurt sighed and made them disappear. Needless to say, that was the biggest show of that power he had ever made. And it hadn't even made him tired or anything.
Once Mr. Brown was standing tall again, he glared at Kurt. "That was only one power. You listed four."
"Okay, next one. Empath." Kurt then went through the motions of that power. He was in luck, because apparently, one of the other students was extremely afraid of bugs. Kurt had taken one look at him, and the boy had suddenly calmed down.
"Okay, that's two." Mr. Brown crossed is arms once more.
"Next. Screamer," Kurt smiled haughtily.
It wasn't long before Kurt had everyone in the room covering their ears, groaning in pain.
"Stop!" Mr. Brown ordered. Kurt listened.
"Still that's only three. You still have one left." That was the first time Kurt had seen Mr. Brown unsure.
"Fine. Last one: Stealer!" Kurt knew that this would actually take some energy, and he'd be kind of tired afterwards, but he put forth as much energy as he could.
He remembered Jeff saying that Mr. Brown had super-strength. Kurt smirked, closing his eyes. When he did, he tried to see Mr. Brown as energy. It was really weird, because when he did this, he could also see all the other people in the room. Not really them, just their energy. Their powers.
But Kurt focused on Mr. Brown and it turned out to be easier than he thought. He just imagined stealing the energy for himself and in no time, he felt stronger.
When he opened his eyes, he felt different. Not only stronger, but braver, too. He looked at Mr. Brown before grabbing his shirt collar. In a move that he would have never done before, Kurt lifted his P.E. teacher off of the ground.
"Do you believe me now, Mr. Brown?" Kurt asked, going for an innocent look.
"Yes! Yes, no put me down!" Kurt dropped the heavy man, and he landed ery ungracefully.
"So you do have four powers," Mr. Brown said lowly.
"No," Kurt sighed sarcastically. He missed the smirk Mr. Brown showed.
"Just gives me a reason to grade you harder than some of the other students. Now give it back."
Kurt didn't have to ask. He knew that the older man was talking about the power that Kurt had taken. He reluctantly let it go.
"Thank you. Now sit down."
Kurt slipped back into his seat and refused to look at the surprised Jeff.
"Whoa," he heard from next to him, but that's all the blonde boy said as a shaken Mr. Brown continued his evaluations.
When the class finally ended, Kurt rushed out, but he didn't escape before his horrid teacher could cast him a glare.
He peeked at his schedule, nearly jumping with joy at the next class. It was normal and he excelled in it.
French.
And even better, the classroom was easy to find.
He practically skipped to the classroom, introducing himself to the young teacher.
"Hello ma'am, my name is-" Kurt began, but was cut off.
"Parlez en s'il vous plaît français," she smiled.
"Oh. Je suis un nouvel étudiant ici. Mon nom est Kurt Hummel," he finished easily.
She nodded happily. "Welcome, Kurt. My name is Miss Richard," she spoke with a lilting French accent, pronouncing her last name 'Ree-shard.'
"Why don't you take a seat, Kurt? We have a few more minutes berfore class begins."
Kurt nodded and sat at one of the desks. He was nearly surrounded by empty chairs.
A few moments later, students began trickling in, taking their places at their respective desks.
By the time Miss Richard stood, the room was nearly full.
"Okay, class, you should have your homework tu-"
"Sorry, Miss Richard!" Someone interrupted, flying through the door.
Kurt knew that voice. He looked up and saw Blaine.
"I got stuck on cleaning duty in Mr. Albin's art class. I'm so sorry," Blaine stood in front of her with pleading eyes.
"Blaine, you're not even late. I began my class early, because I thought everyone was here. It's fine, now sit down."
Blaine turned towards the desks and spotted Kurt. He smiled and slid into the desk next to him.
Kurt murmured a small 'hey' to the other boy as Miss Richard continued speaking of the most recent assignment.
It wasn't more than two minutes before a note landed on Kurt's desk. He unfolded it discreetly.
How're you liking Dalton so far? -B
Kurt picked up a pencil and wrote back.
Fine. Except for Mr. Brown's evaluations. He hates me now. -K
He slipped it onto Blaine's desk, who flinched as he read.
Before long, the note was back in Kurt's hand.
What'd you do for it? It must've been terrible, and I know how you feel. Mr. Brown made me cut my own hand to prove that I can heal. -B
Kurt's eyes widened before quickly scrawling a short reply on the small peice of paper.
Well, mine wasn't that bad! That's terrible! -K
He tossed it back and watched Blaine read it, but before Blaine could write back, the note was pulled from his hands.
Kurt looked up to find Miss Richard holding the note.
"Boys, no passing notes. Now repeat after me. 'I will never again disturb the class in any way.'"
Blaine began speaking. "I will-"
"In French," Miss Richard sighed, and Blaine looked deep in thought, attempting to translate, but it the words came easily to Kurt.
Just the upside of teaching himself French at such a young age.
"Jamais plus je ne perturbent la classe en aucune façon," he said fluently.
Blaine shot him a look that spoke for itself. How the hell-?
"Sorry, I just really like learning French," he murmured to the other boy.
"Bon travail, Kurt," Miss Richard congratulated.
"Je vous remercie. Je suis désolé de vous interrompre votre classe. Blaine était seulement être gentil," Kurt looked at his hands, which were folded on his desk.
"Je vais laisser glisser," she smiled.
Kurt returned the motion.
"And I must add. You're quite advanced in French. I feel terrible that there is no Advanced French class. You're probably not being challenged in the least here."
"Oh, it's fine."
Kurt smirked at Blaine's confused look as Miss Richard walked back to the front of the classroom.
The rest of the class flew by. When the class ended, Kurt watched a Blaine waved and left the room. He stayed at his desk and peeked at his schedule again.
Powers 101.
Kurt laughed to himself about how unoriginal the name was as he read the short description.
The history of Powers and the legends of how they came to be.
It didn't sound too bad, but Kurt wouldn't know until he actually took part in the class.
In the end, the class was actually very interesting. His teacher had been Mrs. Ellis. She had been strict, and she also seemed to have an extreme attraction to excess homework.
Without even looking, Kurt knew that he had lunch next.
He went through and got his food. The food actually smelled and looked appetizing, unlike McKinley.
When he turned towards the tables, he had a mini freak-out. He didn't really know many people. Who would he sit with?
Lucky for him, he was saved by Wes and David, who welcomed him to sit with them as he passed.
"Hey, Kurt! How's your day going?" Daid asked brightly.
"Fine, I guess," Kurt shrugged, beginning to pick at his food.
"That's good." Wes just nodded and looked to his own food.
Suddenly, someone put their hand on Kurt's shoulder. Of course, his first intinct was to jump and get ready for an attack.
It took him a second to realize that he wasn't at McKinley anymore, and that the hand belonged to Blaine, who had sat down between Kurt and Wes.
"Hey!" He greeted them all. "Whats up?"
"Nothin'. Just trying to think of a project centered around Biotechnology, so actually, it won't be too difficult," David mused out loud.
"Oh, cool," Blaine took a bite from an apple. "So, since you two are Senior Head Warblers," Blaine began. "Do you know who Mr. Porter was talking about when he asked about the audition?"
Kurt's eyes widened. He decided not to say anything.
"Blaine, you know that we aren't supposed to say anything in case of-" Wes began.
"You don't know who it is, do you?" Blaine laughed as Wes's face darkened slightly.
"No," he murmured.
"Well, we were all there when he requested you allow a late audition. He sounded really serious. This kid must be an extremely amazing singer," Blaine breathed.
"Ooh, looks like Blaine's gonna have some competition," David smirked.
"This kid better be worth it. We've never held an audition outside of the first week. Except when the person really deserved it."
As each word passed, Kurt got more and more nervous. In his own eyes, he was a great singer.
Not amazing or excellent.
What if he went and sang, but was terrible compared to their normal standards? Would they think listening to him would be just a waste of their time?
Kurt bit his lip and glanced down at his food, no longer hungry. He pushed it away and listened as the other three conversed happily.
It wasn't long before the lunch room began emptying out. Kurt looked around at his empty table, thinking over what they had said.
At his audition later today, he had to step it up. Do amazing, despite his thoughts that he couldn't.
Now that he thought about it, his previous song selection wouldn't work. He had to figure out a different song, and he only had the rest of the school day to think about it.
But he also had to juggle learning names and extra homework.
Kurt frowned and let his head hit the table with a sigh.
He wasn't even done with his first day here, and he was already completely and utterly stressed out.
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