Title: Keys to Knowledge – Chapter 2
Writer: Grenouillenue
Fandom: BTVS – Cross with Glee
Characters: Dawn Summers & Kurt Hummel, slash in later chapters
Rating: G for now will go up later (probably)
Prompt: 71 - Broken
Word Count: 1300
Summary: Kurt is in New York, and so is someone else.
A/N: I've changed the timeline; imagine that "Chosen" happens in Kurt's senior year.
New York? Everyone else was going to all these new places; these exotic, exciting places and she was stuck in the states? Granted, Giles is in Cleveland keeping an eye on the new Hellmouth and Faith and Robin are rounding up new Slayers around the country, but it's not the same. Willow and Kennedy are in South America, Xander has opted to go to Africa, and Buffy, well, she's having a little trouble coping with not being the only one anymore, although she hasn't actually been the only one for a little over five years, not since she drowned in The Master's lair. She doesn't know how to connect with anyone now, so she's taking some time off trying to figure out who she is when she's just Buffy. For some reason, she can't do that with Dawn around.
"Wow, I'm depressing," Dawn said out of the blue, earning her a strange look from the older woman sitting next to her on the plane out of Cleveland.
At this point, Dawn decided it was time to make the most out of this forced exile to the East Coast. She comforted herself with the fact that she was still going to be able to help the Council. She was studying Anthropology-linguistics and History; Giles had pulled some strings with some of the remaining Council contacts and she was going to be auditing most of the courses for Religious Studies, but anything that would help the Council and the Slayers. They had offered her some time to relax and enjoy being off the Hellmouth, but she wanted to be useful. When Buffy tried to get Xander to take her away from the final battle in Sunnydale, Dawn knew that she never wanted to be useless again. She also knew she could never compete with the Slayers for strength, but she was going to be the best Watcher there ever was, knowing how Slayers thought, how to deal with the H&H's, well, not deal with, but… She knew to keep the fridge for the Slayer metabolism; the only problem was keeping her hand out of the junk food.
Lost in thought, soon she was getting out of the cab at her new residence. Tipping the driver, Dawn looked up at her home-away-from-home, Brittany Hall and started wheeling her suitcase up the stairs when the wheel suddenly broke, sending her toppling into an older man walking down the stairs.
"I got ya," said the man in his flannel shirt and baseball cap, catching Dawn around her upper arms.
"Thanks," she mumbled, feeling klutzy. Upon steadying herself, the man grabbed her suitcase.
"What floor?"
"The seventh," Dawn said, embarrassed. "I can get it."
"Nonsense!" he said. "I think I can make one more trip up these stairs. Which room?"
"Thank you; it says 708S."
"My son's your neighbor," the man says as they reach the 7th floor. "Are you moving on your own?"
"Yes, my sister's staying in Rome for now and the rest of my family are scattered around the globe," Dawn answered, unsure how to explain the Scoobies.
As the two made their way down the hall, an immaculately dressed young man appeared from suite 7.
"Dad!" he said, exasperated. "You were supposed to wait in the car. I was going to meet you there. What about your heart?"
"Kurt, I met your new neighbor," he said, completely avoiding the issue of his heart.
"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel." The boy extended a perfectly manicured hand.
Dawn shook it and smiled gently. "Dawn Summers."
A/N2: I made Dawn a lot sadder than I planned it.
For those who didn't know, the H&H's are the Hungries and Hornies that Slayers experience after slaying.
I know Brittany Hall was closed for the 2012-13 school year. It shows on that Brittany is not a freshman hall, but one site did say that it had been a freshman residence, so just go with it. I liked that it was on Broadway. Also, Dawn and Burt walked up the stairs because of all the moving in thus lack of elevators.
See that box down there? Please leave me a note to tell me what you think.
Ashley
