Hello! Here's another chapter, yay! I wanted to get this up sooner but the past few day's I've been in a weird funk because my Uncle died. I didn't feel like doing anything but I got this out.

Anyway.

I just wanna say thank you all for reading this story and such. I didn't think it would be that big of a hit.. haha also! This is a "special" update/chapter because it's my birthday today! :D Also, sorry for any mistakes.

I don't own Glee nor YouTube

Enjoy!


I looked myself over in the mirror one last time before walking out of my room. I descend the stairs the stairs and saw my dad putting on his shoes near the front door. The steps creaked under my feet, causing him to look up.

"Hey kiddo," He said, fixing the old baseball cap on his head. "You ready?"

"Yeah," I say, walking over and opening the door. Today I'm going for my Dalton tour with my dad, gonna see what it's all about.

He follows me out of the house, locking the door behind us, and over to his truck. "Carol wanted to come but she couldn't get out of work." my dad says, starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway.

"It's fine. We can tell her all about it later." I say, watching the houses on my street fly past in a blur of colors. "I'm sure Finn will wanna hear all about it as well."

"True." My dad said and a silence fell over us. A few seconds later my dad reached over and turned on the radio, classic rock started playing through the speakers and I took out my phone, trying to block out the sound of my dad singing along terribly may I add to the song that was playing.

I texted Blaine telling him that he maybe seeing me today but he didn't understand. My phone screened lit up with an incoming text and I laughed. I opened the full message and read it to myself, smiling over at my dad went he gave me a weird look.

From: Blaine (10:36am)

Kuurt, what does that mean? Are you coming to Dalton? Cause if you are, as much as I love your company, I have classes. If you wanna hang out you can tell me instead of beating around the bush with it.

To: Blaine (10:38am)

It doesn't mean I wanna hang out Blaine. I would tell you what I mean but seeing you suffer while trying to guess is too entertaining.

From: Blaine (10:38am)

You're a meanie :(

"Who you textin?" My dad asked, looking over curiously at me as I try to keep the smile off my face. "Tina? Mercedes?"

"A friend." I simply say.

To: Blaine (10:39am)

A meanie? Are you in kindergarten or something?

"Who? Come to think about it, you never smile like that when you're texting Tina or Mercedes."

I sigh. "Blaine."

"Never heard of him… Is he a friend from school?"

"No. He's the kid from YouTube, he goes to Dalton. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah." My dad says, making a left turn off the busy road. "How do you know each other though?"

"What is this, twenty questions?" I asked as my phone vibrates with a new text. "But I meant him at the mall when I went with Tina and Mercedes that one time. We talked and exchanged numbers." I say, leaving out how we had a coffee date and I skipped school and went to talk with him and Nick.

From: Blaine(10:41am)

I wish I was but no. Though I do finger paint from time to time.

(10:41) Please tell me what you're talking about.

(10:42) I'm all alone. Wes and Trent left me. They have to be the welcoming committee. I'm walking to class all alone :(

I shake my head and smile at Blaine. He's too adorable, and ridiculous, for his own good. Wes and Trent are the welcoming committee huh? I wonder if they're going to be the ones giving us the tour. I read online that the students show people around so there's a good possibility I'll be seeing Wes and Trent today. I haven't meant Trent yet but he seems like fun to be around.

To: Blaine(10:43am)

Aw poor you. What ever shall you do?

From: Blaine(10:43am)

I can do without sarcasm.

To: Blaine(10:44am)

Sorry :( It just happens.

From: Blaine(10:44am)

It's all good, Kurt! But I gotta get to class now. Talk to you later :)

~ Courage

I smile to myself, feeling butterflies in my stomach from reading that last text. I still can't believe that Blaine and I are friends. Last week if you would've told me that I would've laughed. I look outside the window and saw more blurs of colors, Nothing exciting.

"It's gonna be awhile till we're there," My dad said, lowing the volume of his music. "You should get some more sleep. You look tired."

I nod in reply and open the glove compartment of the truck where I knew Finn kept extra headphones. I take them out and plug them into my phone. I scroll through my music library, finding an album I'm happy with, and put the Barbuda in. I lean back, relaxing into my seat, and close my eyes. One Directions new album played in my ears, lulling me to sleep.


"Wes!" Trent said, walking out of the office and over to the Asian. "Guess who we're showing around today."

"I don't know. Who?" Wes said, not feeling like guessing a random name.

"I said, guess who." Trent said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're no fun."

"Sorry Trent. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I was up helping David with his essay."

"That boy needs to learn how to do things on his own," Trent said as the two of them headed away from the office and over to the front door. "But anyway, the person we're showing around is the one and only… Kurt Hummel! He should be here soon."

Wes looked over at him curiously. "Kurt Hummel? As in Blaine's Kurt?"

Trent nodded. "His last name is Hummel, correct?"

"Yeah."

"The it must be him. Kurt isn't a very common name."

"True," Wes said as they reached the front door, opening it and stepped outside. "Should we tell Blaine?"

"No," Trent said, looking out across the campus. "If we tell him Kurt's here he'll wanna come and rain on our parade. We're showing him around, not hanging out."

"I know, I just want to see his reaction, I bet he would think of some stupid reason to leave class and come find us." Wes said but sighed. "But for now we must be mature."

"Good luck with that."

"Hey, I am very mature! I wouldn't be the number one person in charge of the Warblers if I wasn't." Wes defended.

"Yes but doesn't David and Thad also help you?" Trent smirked.

"Shut up." Wes mumbled. "We need to be well-behaved when Kurt gets here… Oh, look! There he is!" Wes added on, pointing out to a tall, slender boy walking next to an older man in a worn out flannel, jeans and an old baseball cap.

"I'm guessing that's he's dad," Trent said, smiling as Kurt and the man got closer. "Okay Wes, remember. Be mature. If you do I'll get you a cookie." Trent teased, speaking to Wes as if he was a little kid.

"Shut up." Wes said once again. "They're in hearing distance."


"Kurt," I heard my dad say, interrupting my dream. He shook me. "Kiddo, wake up we're here."

I sit up and rub my eyes, taking the earbuds out and placing them back in the glove compartment. I look over to my right out the window and see Dalton Academy, boys in uniform walking here and there, looking carefree. I look over at my dad who was looking at the school with a raised eyebrow.

"Is this the school from those Harry Potter movies you like?" He asked.

I laugh, "Hogwarts? No dad. It's Dalton Academy."

He grunted in response and got out of the truck, closing the door behind him. I followed after him, making for the door was locked before me and my dad headed across the parking lot to one of the three buildings.

My first time here, I didn't notice how beautiful the school was. I was so stressed out about Karofsky that I didn't stop and look at my surroundings. The building on the outside was tall and a light brown, like a tanish color. At the end of the parking lot there was a sidewalk leading to the other buildings to the right, the dorms, but straight ahead was a pathway leading up to a set of stairs into what I'm guessing is the main building where everything is.

"Is that kid pointing at you?" My dad asked, sounding confused.

As we got closer to the main building I smiled, it was Wes and Trent.

"Don't worry dad, I know him. He's one of Blaine's friends." I explain. "I meant him at the mall as well."

"Wow, you're real popular here kiddo."

"I only know Blaine's friends." I say.

"Which are only six awesome people." Wes said. He held out his hand and my dad shook it. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Hummel. I'm Wes Montgomery and this is my friends Trent Nixon."

"Hi, we're going to be showing you guys around." Trent shakes my dad's hand as well and then turns to me. "Unlike the others I haven't gotten the chance to meet you, but judging by your wonderful fashion sense, we're going to make great friends." He said.

I smiled at him and my dad sends me a look. I dismiss him with a wave of my hand. Wes clapped his hands together and smiled at us, reminding me of Mr. Schue in a weird way.

"Alright," He said. "Let's get started."


"And here's the music hall," Wes said, his arms spread open wide as he gestured around the area. "The Warblers practice here and so does our school band."

"You wouldn't be down here if you're not doing anything music related but since we happen to know that you're in your school's Glee club-"

"-meaning you can sing-" Wes added with a smile.

"-then there's a chance that may be spending a lot of time here if you transfer and try out."

I nod, looking around the spacious hallway. There were multiple doors and couches and seats out side of them. Is this place even real? They had a part of the school just for music while at McKinley it seemed like Sue threatened to take away the choir room once a week. This is so surreal.

"If you want we can take you over to the dorms. No one should be there except those with free period. We can leave now and beat the crowd of people heading for their next class." Wes said, looking from me to my dad. Patiently waiting for an answer.

"You can show him around," My dad said. "I'm going to go talk to the Dean."

"Of course, we walk past his office on the way out so just follow us." Trent said, leading the way out of the music hall.

"Don't you want to see the dorms too?" I ask my dad as we headed for the office.

"I'm not the one who will be needing them." My dad looked over and smiled at me. "I wouldn't want you to get lost in your own dorm room."

"Yeah, I guess that's true-" I stop dead in my tracks and my eyes go wide. Did he just say what I think he just said? I look over at him with in shock. "Wait… What did you say?"

"That you're going to see your dormitory," My dad smiled, putting his arm around my shoulders and we followed Trent and Wes down the hall. "I'm going to go talk to the Dean about your transfer."

I give him a sideways hug as we walk, trying to contain my excitement and relief. Wes and Trent turned back to look at us. Trent gave me a smile and Wes did a thumbs up while mumbling something to Trent, making the boy chuckle.

We made a right and the office came into view. "Here we are! I'm guessing this is where Mr. Hummel get's off the tour?" Wes said, walking over to the door and holding it open for my dad.

"You're right," My dad smiled. "If I don't see you boys again today before we leave, thank you. It was fun."

"No problem Mr. Hummel." Trent said with a wave as my dad walked into the office, the door closing shut behind him.

Suddenly, as the door shut with a soft thud, Wes grabbed my wrist and took off running for the front door; Trent right behind us doing something on his phone.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask as we burst through the main doors and down the steps. "I really don't feel like sweating today Wesley!"

"Sorry Kurt," Wes said, letting go of my wrist and walking at a normal pace. "The bell was about to ring and I didn't want Blaine to see you."

"What, why?" I ask.

"Because we're gonna surprise him! He has a free period now so he'll be heading back to the dorms, he's probably gonna vlog or something."

"He's on his way!" Trent said a little too loud, making a group of passing boys look over at us questioningly. "Lets go, lets go, lets go!"

"Man!" Wes said with a smile and started heading for the dormitory. "This is gonna be fun. He's gonna be so surprised!"

"Or not." Trent says, disappointment in his voice. I turned around and saw Blaine walking a few feet behind us, doing something on his phone.

Just the sight of him in his blazer was enough to make my heart skip a beat. Sure, I've seen him in it during videos but seeing him in it in person is a whole new experience. Next to me, Wes sighed. So much for his plan to surprise Blaine. In my pocket, my phone went off signaling a text. I reached for my phone and unlocked it, pulling up the text; a smirk playing on my lips.

From: Blaine(12:00pm)

Back! I just remembered you never told me what you were talking about earlier. I'm so confused.

"So much for my awesomely amazing plan," Wes sighed once more. "Should we wait for him?"

"You and Kurt can," Trent said. "I need to go talk to my Math teacher about the damn homework." He explained and turned to me. "It was nice meeting you Kurt. Can't wait till you're officially a Dalton boy."

"I can't wait either," I say, returning his smile. "I'll see you soon."

To: Blaine(12:00pm)

Look up.

I stand there next to Wes as I watch Blaine reserve the text and look confused. His head shot up and he looked all around. To his left, to his right, even behind him before facing front again. Wes chuckled as Blaine finally saw me and the biggest smile crossed his face. He slipped his phone into his blazer jacket and walked over with pep in his step. He said hello to Trent as he walked by and soon he was standing right in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his eyes wide with excitement but soon turned to worry. "Did something happen? Did he hurt you?"

At the "did he hurt you" question Wes raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

I smiled at Blaine's concern. "No, I'm fine. Wes and Trent were just showing me around."

"Wait, what? Why?" His brow furrowed with confusion.

"We're part of the welcoming committee Blaine. We show soon to be students or people who just want a tour to get a feel for the place."

Blaine look from his friend, to me, and then to Wes who leaned over and whispered, "Hold on, it takes him a moment." in my ear. I chuckled lightly at that when it seemed to dawn on Blaine why I'm here.

"Are you transferring here?" He asked, bouncing on his toes.

"There we go!" Wes says as Blaine grins at me.

"Oh my God, this is so great!" he says, linking his arms with mine and starts walking to the dormitory. "We can become even better friends, have movie nights and oh! You can be in our videos! Wouldn't that be awesome Wes?"

"Yeah, as long as Kurt doesn't mind us filming him in his most stupidest moments." Wes said with a smirk, his walking falling in sync with ours.

Blaine and Wes start talking about something that doesn't involve me but I'm perfectly fine with being quiet. I'm internally freaking out about all of this. Blaine linking his arm with mine, being in their videos, being friends with the Warblers! This is all too much.

By the time we get inside the dormitory Wes and Blaine were done their conversation and, much to my dismay, Blaine had unlinked his arm from mine and was loosening his tie a little. I looked around the place and was amazed at how beautiful it was. I can't wait to start dorming here, all the crazy adventures I'll have with the Warblers…. Oh no.

Suddenly it hits me… how am I suppose to tell my McKinley friends that I'm leaving?


So, what did you guys think? Sorry if it seemed kinda rushed but it needed to be done. Kurt is in the process of becoming a Dalton boy; woo!

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Until next time..