Title: Public School For Dalton Boys

Author: Kitsune Rose420

Disclaimer: glee is not mine. If it was, it would be an exact replica of CP Coulter's Dalton (with her permission, of course). If you haven't read it, why are you reading my crap? If you have read it, why are you reading my crap?

Pairings: Finn/Rachel, Mike/Tina, Artie/Brittany,Santana/Brittany, Santana/Puck, Sam/Quinn, Kurt/Blaine (eventually), Burt/Carole, Wes/Katherine (his girlfriend), David/Eliza (his girlfriend)

Previously:

Ian slides into the chair on Kurt's left, with Blaine on his right, "See, Kurt, we can totally handle public school."

"Yeah," Wes replies from the seat behind the countertenor, leaning back with his hands on his head, "This was one of my best ideas ever. This week is going to be a blast!"

Kurt's eyes rival a wombat's as he proceeds to lightly bang his head on his desk. He looks up when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

"Courage, remember?" Blaine's smile almost makes him forget about the others.

"If you two don't go make out in the janitor's closet by the end of day, we'll lock you in a hotel room for a week. Fair warning." David doesn't even glance up from his phone.

"I might be needing Dr. Marshal's number, after all."

On with the story:

"I just don't get why that one girl kept thinking that the answer to every single question was sombrero", David states, exasperated.

Their little rag tag group of preppy misfits made their way out of the Spanish room as Ian replied, "Except when the teacher asked what the Spanish word for hat was."

Looking confused, Justin nods, "Yeah, I still don't understand what a taco has to do with a sombrero."

Holding his head like he has a headache, Kurt groans, "Trust me, the fewer questions you ask, the more likely everyone involved is to come away from this with the same amount of brain cells that they had before. That girl from class needs all ten that she has."

Hiding his laugh as a cough, Blaine pipes in, "Hey Kurt, is there a bathroom nearby?"

Kurt appears to feel instantly better as he answers, "Yeah, right down the hall, to the right. English is down the same hall, but to the right. Do you need me to show you, so you don't get lost?"

Blaine smiles gratefully at him, putting his hand on his upper arm, "Thanks, but someone has to babysit the psych ward escapees, so they don't do too much damage to the normal people. Save me a seat in English?"

Slightly red, Kurt replies shyly, "Sure." He then proceeds to pull the boys away from yet another group of pretty girls and corral them towards class.

'It shouldn't be this hard to find something as simple as a bathroom.' Blaine ponders, scanning the hallway for the restroom. He gets distracted from his search by the sound of familiar, cruel laughter from a few feet away. He looks up to see a rather plain girl with mousy brown hair, glasses, in a red jumper, get the books she was holding pushed out of her hands by some passing popular girls, who's leader calls over her shoulder to the girl, "Clumsy much, loser?"

He shakes his head at the group's behavior and walks over to the girl to help, muttering "some things never change". He bends down, picking up some of her many books, glancing over the covers.

"Forget about those girls. They're just jealous. I mean, these all look like advanced classes, right? When you get into the Ivy League school of your choice, they'll all be wondering why they were so mean to such a smart, great person like you." Blaine smiles once more at the girl as he hands her the remainder of her books. "Oh, I'm sorry, my name's Blaine."

The girl stares at him in a creepy way and squeaks, "Suze."

Blaine, very uncomfortable with the girl's staring, tries to make a hasty exit, "So, Suze, would you happen to know where the bathroom is?"

She points right behind her, to the left. He, wanting to get away from the creepy girl, just smiles, thanks her, and runs into the bathroom without looking at the door. He accidently goes into the girl's bathroom, where he runs into none other than Sue Sylvester, who's standing at the sink, checking her hair. Blaine realizes he, obviously, went into the wrong bathroom at this point, apologizes, and turns to leave when Sue says, "Stop right there, Frodo. We need to have a little chat about your intentions towards Porcelain."

Blaine, understandly looks utterly confused, "I'm sorry, but I really have no idea what you're talking about-"

Sue turns fully towards him, pointing a finger at him, "I'm going to stop you right there. The sexual tension between you and Porcelain is obvious on the Russian space station, which I know, because of my blackmail concerning the Russian prime minister and a particular pair of magenta stockings. Now, I personally have no clue what is so appealing about a hobbit whose hair could be used as a bomb shelter for small woodland creatures in the event of a nuclear attack, but I'm not one to judge. If you ever hurt Porcelain in any way, I will personally make you wish that you were in the jungles of Vietnam, getting a root canal by a monkey using a large stick. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Blaine, shell shocked, is only able to nod, mouth wide open. Sue sees this as a job well done and exits the bathroom. He is somehow able to make it to English through his daze and takes the seat next to Kurt.

Concerned, Kurt asks, "Are you alright?"

"I'll let you know once I've figured it out myself."

Okay. I know it's not that long-or good-in any way. But some form of updating is better than no updating, right? Hope I did Sue at least a little justice (made her somewhat in character). Anyone guess who Suze is? Hint: She's an actual glee character, not an OC. Your reviews, comments, criticism, and pity are all welcomed with open arms.