A/N: So, I've been on a fanfic kick again, as you can all tell. I was re-reading Dalton with a bunch of friends who never had and MAN has it been an adventure. Getting to be the only person who knows what's going to happen and have in-depth discussions after each chapter, almost like a book club, is a TON of fun. But, it has me going through all my old works here on ff as well as my old middle school writing flash drive and I have so many weird warblers/Dalton/Klaine that either I never finished, never published, or I feel like don't reflect my style anymore. So, I'm reworking some of them and publishing them here! So, this will be one of several Dalton-based drabbles/one-shots that you'll see pop up.

If you've never read Dalton, please do! CP Coulter is such a wonderful author and I know some people are scared away because of how daunting it is and the fact that it has an open-ended non-official ending… BUT it's so good and there's more than enough fan works out there to make up for not having an official ending to the story. Anyway, here's a little take that I wrote in 2015 about a line from chapter 28 when Kurt is with Logan in the hospital singing to Julian. Safe to say if you haven't read Dalton this isn't going to make much sense and there ARE spoilers for a LOT of the story post chapter like 15 if you're in the middle of it. Anyway… long note aside… here you go.

"Kurt was at the door when he happened to glace back, and he saw something he wondered if he ought not have seen…"

-Dalton, chapter 28: Siege

"When did he tell you?"

Kurt turned back toward the one other boy still in the hallway looking at the display in front of them. He looked up at Derek and could only sigh slightly in response, so the athlete asked again, his eyes never left the two others still in the hospital room. "When?"

"He didn't have to…" Kurt trailed off slightly. "But… he did confirm. I think we might have been friends? In some weird way. Not the way you are with him, but I think there was mutual respect. I know he hated me." Kurt pushed down the lump in his throat. "It wasn't a rational hate, he truly had no reason to, but I could see how when you're pushed aside like that… you'd cast your frustrations outward, even to people who don't deserve it."

"If it's any consolation," Derek said, finally looking at his classmate, "Jules refuses to even honor us with his presence sometimes." He rolled his eyes as if he was thinking back to all of the times the drama queen had stormed off, wanting to be alone. "He wouldn't have talked to you… especially about that…" He trailed off a little, a thick silence overtaking him. When he finally spoke again Kurt could hear the guilt in his voice. "I never should have let him continue on thinking we could handle this."

"You couldn't have kn—"

"I should have," the Stuart ran a hand down his face, and for the first time Kurt noticed how absolutely exhausted he looked. Exhausted from the week, from trying to keep Logan together, from the weight that had been on his shoulders for so long; or maybe simply a combination of it all. "It's just not fair. In the end… I should have been there too."

"Don't wish that for yourself," Kurt said softly, finally ripping his eyes away from the silent display of desperation in the hospital room. "You didn't want to be there, Derek, it was awful."

"He won't talk about it, you know." Derek's voice was barely above a whisper now. "When they took—uhm, when they took Julian away from him they had to sedate him… a lot." He turned and started walking slowly down the hallway beckoning Kurt to follow him. They had to leave, go back to Dalton and start their packing. And the two of them had no idea what Logan's temperament would be if he knew they had seen his tender expression toward the young movie star. "He talked a lot while he was like that," Derek continued, "at least to me. Since then, he's been pretty quiet. He's asked me a few questions about what I knew, but that's really it. He doesn't want to talk about it."

"Who would?"

Derek looked up at the sky as they went through the double doors of the hospital, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the new light, the misty air starting to stick to his skin. "It's like the whole world is falling apart."

Kurt didn't know if those words were actually meant to him so he just nodded silently. After all, Derek was right. Their teacher was gone, Julian wouldn't wake up, Logan was broken, his friends were in shambles… and their school was being threatened. It was like safety had only been an illusion and once it was shattered they would be scattered like raindrops, sticking wherever the wind took them.

It was still surreal to Kurt the way it was all going to end. Blaine was going to California with Shane and he was more than doubtful that Mr. Anderson would allow both boys to keep in touch with their respective boyfriends. All of them would part ways and have to start over again, a somber end to what was possibly the most intense moment of their lives. For many of them, leaving and never seeing the boys who survived through that night with them was a terrifying thought. Kurt knew they'd become enigmas at their new schools, mid-year transfers who went to the closed-down boarding school in Ohio that had the crazy stalker. He also knew that what was secret doesn't stay secret for long and of course the way Logan had acted the night of the fire would get back to the tabloids. He'd not only be fighting his anger and the unresolved feelings for Julian, but he'd fight against all the new students in New York who would only know him as the psychotic senator's son who got trapped in a burning building. The world really was falling apart around them, and there was nothing they could do about it. Or was there?

"Hey," a soft voice broke both of the Dalton boys from where they were lost in their individual thoughts. "You guys ready?" Logan walked up, and hesitated for a moment, putting a hand on Derek's shoulder and crumpling into him rather than into Kurt. The countertenor smiled sadly as images raced in his mind. Images of the brokenness in Logan's eyes as Kurt collided with him on the third floor, Julian falling backward, the screaming… "Kurt?" His eyes shot open and saw two pairs staring back at him. His breath caught in his throat.

"It wasn't your fault." Logan sighed. "You keep telling everyone it wasn't their fault, reassuring everyone. But, it wasn't yours either. There's no use in anyone blaming you. I needed an eternity to make that choice, truly. I don't know if it ever would have been a decision I could have made like that, not the way Blaine did."

Derek's eyes flashed between the two boys who were now staring intently at each other as if trying to speak silently about what they had both experienced. Something that, no matter how hard he tried, Derek couldn't even imagine going through.

"I think you could have," Kurt countered after a few moments. "I think we both know who you would have chosen."

Logan averted his gaze and closing his eyes as he turned toward the sky. "I don't know if I trust myself enough to know for certain that was the choice I would have made…"

"Lo…" Derek went to take a step forward but stopped when he saw how fiery Logan's eyes had become. He knew well enough by now what it looked like when the prefect was only masking over his true emotions.

"I miss my haze of grey nothing…"

Both Derek and Kurt looked at each other. "…At least then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much."

With that Logan strode toward his car, unlocking the sleek black sedan with a single click. The other two knew that the conversation was over, that Logan had reached his breaking point. As they drove back toward the campus, Logan's eyes watching the hospital fade away in the rearview mirror, Kurt could only think of one thing. They had to save their school.

A/N: A little drabbleish thing. I had this written back in 2015 and liked the idea but wanted to kind of clean it up a bit. I really love all of these characters and I truly hope I was able to do justice to two of Mama Coulter's most incredible OCS. Thank you for reading and if you're a Dalton person, keep an eye out for some other little things I might be publishing now that I'm on this kick again! And, I feel like these ideas deserve to see the light of day instead of the inside of an 10-year-old flash drive lol.