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.Chapter 3.
The next day his father agreed to let him miss school to pack. The transfer papers had already gone through, and Dalton was expecting him the next day. He wasn't sure why they wanted him so early when he didn't officially start until Monday, but he didn't complain. Kurt had so many clothes, he took the opportunity to throw away anything that was out of fashion, and only pack up the "in-style" wardrobe. He realized quickly that most of his wardrobe was still in-style, and decided to bring most of it anyhow.
He had found out that Dalton had a uniform to wear, but after school hours, students were allowed to wear whatever they would like - hence all of his clothes. "Every day is an opportunity for fashion" is what he always said. He packed his movies, which had taken up two boxes on their own, his moisturizers that he only used on weekends, pictures and of course his Macbook Pro. He had contemplated leaving out his computer, but he could get on Facebook via his phone if he really wanted to. By six everything was packed and ready to go. He was, however, packing since 7 that morning.
He took a depressing look around the room, only seeing in his closet minimal clothes that would get him through a weekend visit without packing if he needed to, some older more embarrassing photos, and his bed sheets. His grandmother had told him that she had taken care of that aspect, something of which he was extremely grateful. The girls wanted to do one last sleepover before he left, and his father had agreed to it as had Rachel, Mercedes, Brittany, Tina, Quinn, and even Santana's parents. The girls showed up at 8 with arms full of candy, chips, soda, and movies.
Burt reminded them to keep it down and that to remember tomorrow was a school day, at least for the girls, and to be asleep by 1.
The second they got downstairs, they popped in Beauty and the Beast and got started on the famous Kurt Hummel facial. Kurt got started on applying the facial to all the girls, then himself before setting the timer for forty-five minutes. It was the only time that they were quiet all night – talking made cracks. The timer jolted at them in the middle of Be Our Guest and Kurt helped everyone take it off. It was after the masks came off that the talking restarted.
"Kurt, I'm going to miss your magic formula. That means you have to come back more often and do it for us, or give us the recipe" said Mercades while touching her smooth as a baby's bottom face.
"I do have to admit, my face is pretty smooth" said Santana. Everyone turned and looked at her. "What? I never hated Kurt, I'm just a bitch and have to keep my reputation around school. I think he's pretty cool"
"Well thank you Santana, glad to know this when I am actually leaving." Kurt said with bitterness on the tip of his tongue.
"I'm sorry alright! I've already told Coach Sylvester to put her word into Figgins, meaning she'll blackmail him into taking out the Slushie machine so that way no one has to worry about early morning slushie facials. She seemed hesitant, but after I told her you were leaving Kurt, she muttered something about her 'sweet porcelain' leaving. She actually looked kind of sad."
"Sue Sylvester, is sad, that I'm leaving?" Kurt said annunciating each part of the sentence to ensure that he heard Santana correctly.
"Is that why her face was all blotchy at practice this afternoon and she said that she had a case of the measles? Because being sad makes you have the measles?" Brittany asked.
"Britt, she was lying, it was clear that her face was blotchy because she was crying" said Quinn.
Everyone sat in stunned silence for knowing that Kurt had moved the one Sue Sylvester, the one who claimed she didn't have tear ducts, to actual tears.
"I guess I'll have to send her something later then, but thank you Santana, for actually getting the slushie machine out of there. At least I can leave knowing that you guys will suffer cleaning off the slushies without my magical slushie kit." Kurt said.
Kurt had this magical bag that he would bring into the womens restroom after any of them got slushied, and it included some type of soap that didn't sting the eyes, but took the slushie stain off skin, a tide stick, as well as shampoo and conditioner, and a change of clothes was always in his locker along with an extra towel. They were going to miss that, but it seems that they won't have to now.
The gossip moved onto boys, where Kurt expressed his wishes of finding a man at this all boys school. With the zero tolerance bullying policy, it was probably a safe haven for boys who where tormented from bullies. They continued talking, ignoring the fact that the movie had gone back to the menu page, until about 12:30, when the girls started to get sleepy and sappy saying what they were going to miss about Kurt. Brittany had started it saying, "I'm going to miss your soft dolphin hands Kurt."
Everyone had laughed and said something about what they would miss, ranging from his ability to stand up to Rachel for solos from Santana, to head fashion consultant from Mercedes.
A group hug ensued, and Kurt went to sleep with tears streaming down his face while his girls slept around him in their sleeping bags.
The alarm rang too early for everyone, but eventually everyone was showered, dressed and ready. It paid to have three bathrooms in one house. Kurt had made breakfast for everyone, and soon the girls were on their way to school, while Kurt was getting ready to throw everything in the car and move to Dalton.
By eleven, he too was ready having just packed up some of the last minute things like his moisturizers and cell phone charger, when a black car similar to his own SUV pulled up, to take all of his belongings to Dalton. A limo was there for Kurt and his father to travel in, driven of course by Joe.
Inside the limo they found his grandmother, and they chatted the entire way about what to expect, and what was going to happen. His grandmother had laid down some rules that he suggested he follow, like not telling anyone that he didn't trust that he was a prince. Of course, a simple Google search would tell them if they really wanted to know, but who was really going to Google his name? Kurt stared out the window as they got closer, seeing a stone castle come up making him feel like he just got accepted to Hogwarts.
They were greeted by the Headmaster, who unfortunately looked nothing like Dumbledore. Kurt's heart broke for a minute; he was really expecting an old dude with a long beard to be standing there. The man however, was in his forties who greeted everyone the same, despite title, clearly indicated when he shook everyone's hand the same from his grandmother to himself.
They took lunch in his office where he explained the generic rules of Dalton. He was expected to maintain no less than a 2.5 GPA, no bullying policy, and the 11pm curfew Sunday through Thursday, and the 12pm curfew Friday and Saturday. Burt had asked about going home on weekends, and it was explained that Kurt would just need to tell someone in the office before 6pm on Friday that he was going home that weekend, and was expected back before curfew on Sunday.
They walked through the halls as classes were changing, and the Headmaster explained that there were ten minutes between classes, and classes went from 7:30 until 2:30 with an hour for lunch. Each class was 50 minutes unless it was a double, and every subject had a double period once a week – then class was an hour and 50 minutes.
Kurt's head was swimming with information. He was trying to learn his way around while the Headmaster was taking them. He could see the students around him talking amongst themselves, not pointing and whispering about the new kid. He felt safe, but out of place in his outfit amongst all the uniforms.
They soon approached a room on the second floor of the dormitory building. "This is your room Kurt. Your grandmother went through some tough things to get you this room. It's one of the few singles in all of Dalton, but it is the largest of every room here."
Kurt glanced at the number – 201. His name was engraved on a gold plaque encased on the door. He noticed the absence of his title, which he was grateful for. The door swung open and revealed a room larger than his basement bedroom. It had a short hallway leading into the room, which was lined with floor to ceiling mirrors.
Inside the floor was of a beautiful mahogany, unscratched floor. In the center towards the back room was a queen sized four poster bed with a picture window behind it, revealing the beautiful grounds of Dalton. A nightstand was placed on both sides of it, and a clock on one of them, and to the right of those was a chest of drawers. On the right hand side closer to the door, there was a large flat screen TV with a couch and two arm chairs around it, and it appeared that a blue ray player had already been set up, and he saw his DVDs had already been put in the shelving in the wall next to the television.
Next to the bed on the left was a large desk with his Macbook Pro already set up, and pictures already on the walls on his corkboard above the desk. 'I guess the guys that moved my stuff also unpacked it. Glad I didn't have anything to hide from them' thought Kurt. Next to the desk was a large mini-fridge, which the headmaster explained was a luxury in only some of the rooms. To the immediate left was a door that lead to a private bathroom with a shower/tub combo, and enough vanity space for all of his moisturizers, which he was glad were not set out. To the right, was a very large walk in closet that his clothes only filled half of. On the right were his clothes, to the left, there were seven Dalton Academy issued uniforms jackets, pressed and ready to wear.
"There are fourteen shirts and pants, and seven of everything else. Your grandmother has arranged for a service to come around every Friday to collect your uniform and press it, but generally boys only wear one blazer a week, and just wash and press their own pants and shirts." Explained the Headmaster. "As for shoes, you can wear whatever your heart desires. We got tired of hearing the boys complain that the shoes were uncomfortable" said the headmaster with a chuckle.
Kurt was in shock. This was better than his room at home. Burt looked impressed. He turned and hugged Kurt. "I have a feeling that you are going to be alright here."
"Me too dad, me too."
They had a few more papers to sign, and go over, and soon his father and grandmother left the school, leaving him with the headmaster. The headmaster led him to the dining hall for dinner, and sat with him through that. He felt bad that he had to follow Kurt around, but it seemed as if he could read his mind when the headmaster said, "Standard when a student transfers in." There was a weird twinkle in his eye that made Kurt wonder if he really was Dumbledore.
Kurt glanced around the room. About 150 boys total sat around eating and chatting. Kurt couldn't help but wonder where he would be sitting tomorrow.
"Tomorrow morning, one of our top students will be coming by and showing you around the school." Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have to learn this entire building on his own. "He's also a Junior like you, so you'll be attending all of his classes as your schedules are the same. No work is to be expected of you, but you are just to go and see what classes are like. But feel free to take notes or whatever you wish. He'll show you around, introduce you to some people, just to get used to the atmosphere. He'll be at your door at 7."
Kurt just nodded. He was nervous and anxious all at the same time. He finished eating and the headmaster wished him well, and set off for the evening.
Kurt went into his room and shut the door. He went into the bathroom and unpacked the moisturizers that weren't unpacked and then immediately hopped on Skye and called Mercedes to tell her all about his day just like he promised he would this morning before she left. Kurt picked up his laptop and showed her the room via that, and she just let out a low whistle. They ended the call at ten, where Kurt went through his nightly routine and hopped into bed. He saw a note to open the side drawer where he found a remote, and quickly realized he had been set up with a sleep number bed. He adjusted it, snuggled into the silk sheets his grandmother had gotten him, set his alarm and passed out.
Authors Note: Sorry this is so short, I just added about 1,000 more words to this before I posted it. I promise, the rest of the chapters are pretty long. The next one is extra long to make up for it. Review and you will get it faster :)