A/N – Thanks for all the alerts so soon:)

RyanReta – Let's hope so ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Hi Drew (Still sounds strange...),

So it's Monday and I've just finished unpacking all of our boxes. We haven't brought much with us in terms of furniture because all of the rooms are already fitted out and don't have much room otherwise. I have had though, to throw out some of last season's outfits because the wardrobes here aren't accustomed to catering for more than a weeks' worth of clothing as they usually only house holiday makers and businessmen and consequently have the capacity of a postage stamp. The Plaza, nevertheless, is amazing. It has over 300 floors all beautifully decorated, a large swimming pool, state of the art gym, Starbucks style coffee shop, Pizzeria restaurant, beauty salon and ballroom all open 24hours a day. It's weird that they would be open during the night but being so popular with tourists they have to provide for people waking up for flights in the early hours of the morning - strange, huh? The lobby is the best though! The green patterned carpets and bright gold handrails make the whole place seem even grander. Mr Figgin's, the manager, welcomed us on arrival

"Ah, you must be the Hummel's," A strong Indian voice greeted us.

"Yeah, that's right," My father replied.

"I am Mr Figgin's, manager of the Plaza," He said, sticking out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Burt and Kurt Hummel," Smiling as he returned the gesture.

"I am aware of your situation however you aren't the only ones living here on a permanent basis. Several other families with children of a similar age also stay here and attend the on-site school," Mr Figgin's explained as he took a key off the large board behind him which housed hundreds of identical ones.

"Oh that's great; Kurt will be able to make some friends then,"

"Definitely! Here is your key, you are in Room 296," Snapping his fingers at a nearby bellboy, "and William here will show you to your room. We hope you enjoy your stay!"

Mr Figgin's seems a bit dodgy, don't ask why but I just have this weird feeling. William though is great, we talked on the elevator.

"So Kurt," He began as the lift began to ascend, "Will you be attending school here?"

"Yes and I can't wait," I gushed, the excitement evident in my voice.

"Whoa, people don't usually get excited about having to learn and listen to teachers drone on for 8 hours," He teased.

"Well, it's not particularly the work aspect I am happy about; I read online this place has a Glee club, The Warblers?"

"Oh right, yes they are very good, can you sing?"

"I'm alright,"

"Great, well I shall have to set you an audition up then, yes?"

"Wait, do you run it?"

"There's more to Will Schuester than a green Plaza cap and muscles from carrying all these bags," He proclaimed mysteriously, hopping out of the escalator and walking down the hall.

Sorry, I'll have to stop here; Dad's calling me for dinner,

See you tomorrow!