Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything related to CP Coulter's wonderful fic, Dalton

Chapter 2: Classes, Classes, Classes

The following morning, the blaring of his alarm clock startled him awake at six a.m. Rolling out of bed, Kurt headed over to the closet, riffling through it to find a suitable outfit to wear. While he absolutely loved Dalton and couldn't wait to get back to it next week, being able to wear whatever he wanted would be a definite plus.

After twenty minutes of searching through his closet, Kurt pulled out a navy blue top, black skinny jeans, a silver scarf, and black boots. Heading into his bathroom, he did the simpler moisturizer routine that he always did in the morning, and coifed his hair to its usual perfection, before grabbing his messenger bag from the ground next to his bed, which was sadly still stained from the amount of slushies he received daily, and headed down the stairs.

Making his way into the kitchen, Kurt made his usual breakfast, already missing the cacophony of noise that usually accompanied breakfast at Dalton, along with the Windsors' usual antics, and the presence of Carole in the kitchen, when he was at home.

Burt came into the kitchen, just as Kurt was finishing up the last of his breakfast.

"I'm going to head off to school now, dad." Kurt told him, giving his dad a quick hug.

Burt hugged him back. "Be safe and have a good day." He told Kurt, as he made his way over to the door, car keys in hand.

"I will!" Kurt called back, stepping out of the house and making his way over to the Navigator.

Climbing into the front seat, he sighed, checking his reflection in the rear view mirror. And for the first time in months, he was not excited to go to school.

Groaning, Kurt hit his blaring alarm clock, before sitting up in bed. Reed, who was already awake and sitting up in his own bed, looked over at him.

"Are you ready for your first day at Dalton?" Reed asked.

Kurt nodded. "What's it like?"

"Well," Reed said, standing up and heading over to his closet to grab his Dalton uniform. "The class actually pays attention to what the teachers say, and no one is rude or disruptive. No one bullies anyone, although there are house rivalries, although that has calmed down a little bit since the Siege. And the teachers actually care. So all in all, a lot better then McKinley."

Kurt smiled, getting up to grab his own uniform. "It sounds amazing."

"It really is." Reed told him. "Wait till after school or even the weekend, though. I know the boys were more calm yesterday, so you could actually get used to Dalton. The only way I can really describe it is chaotic."

Kurt stared at him. "Is it really that insane?"

"Yep." Reed said, nodding. "But don't worry, Blaine, Shane, and I will make sure the twins aren't too insane, so you can actually get used to Dalton. But don't worry, everyone is really nice."

The two boys exited their dorm room, both dressed in their Dalton uniform, for the day, and made their way down the stairs, Blaine and Shane meeting up with them at the bottom. Together, the four boys headed across campus, towards South and Main, where the cafeteria was.

"Are you ready for your first day at Dalton, Kurt?" Wes asked, as the four of them took their seats at the usual Windsor conspirator table, which none of the other students ever dared to take.

Kurt nodded. "Reed told me a little about it. It sounds better then McKinley."

"It is." Blaine said nodding, before his face contorted into a frown. "I just don't like that our Kurt has to deal with McKinley. From what he told me, McKinley was worse when glee was first starting out, then it is now."

Shane smiled gently at him. "Kurt will be fine, Blaine. He's strong and knows how to deal with McKinley. Besides, from what Kurt has told us, he's in a time before he starts harassing him."

"What happens in the future?" Kurt asked, his eyes darting back and forth between Shane and Blaine.

Blaine sighed. "We probably shouldn't tell you, because who knows whether or not it will impact the future, or even what you will remember when you go back. But basically, the bullying got so bad you had to transfer to Dalton."

"Will the other me be okay?" Kurt asked, concerned.

David nodded. "From what the other you has told us, it doesn't get bad until next year, so he should be fine."

"I think you'll enjoy this week, Alice." Ethan said, bouncing up and down.

Evan nodded. "It'll be a lot of fun!"

"Don't worry, we're,"

"Not scary, but,"

"We can't wait to,"

"Introduce you to Dalton!" They finished in sync.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Are they always like this?"

"Unfortunately." Blaine said, sighing.

The twins both pouted in unison at Blaine's comment. "But White Rabbit,"

"We thought,"

"You liked us."

Wes rolled his eyes. "If you scare away his younger self, Kurt will kill you when he gets back."

Just then, the bell rang, starting the entire table.

"Are you ready for the day?" Blaine asked, as Kurt threw away his trash.

Kurt shakily nodded. "As I'll ever be. My first class is English, but I don't know where that is."

"We're in the same class." Blaine told him, grabbing his hand. "Come on, I'll show you."

As Blaine pulled Kurt down the hallway, glancing back ever so often to make sure he was okay, Kurt could see how he fell in love with this boy. And it warmed his heart that his Blaine was out there somewhere, waiting for him. Because no matter what he wished, this Blaine was not his.

Parking his car in his normal spot in the parking lot, at least normal for this part of his life, Kurt climbed out of his car, grabbing his messenger bag off of the passenger seat, and headed towards the school. Skirting the dumpsters, he avoided getting tossed in by Puck, where he knew he would be, and made it into the school relatively unscathed, where he was met by Tina and Mercedes.

"Time to get through another day at this hellhole of a school, ladies." He told them, linking arms with both girls and heading down the hallway towards their first hour.

Mercedes glanced at him. "Are you sure you're going to be okay with this, Kurt?"

"I'll make it." He assured her. "Remember, I dealt with McKinley for two and a half years. Also, my serious problems don't arise until next year."

Tina glanced at him, worried. "What kind of serious problems?"

"Unfortunately, I can't tell you. I'm not sure how it would change the future, and I rather like my life as it is. What I can say is, it got so bad I had no choice but to transfer to Dalton."

The three of them arrived at their first hour, unlinking their arms as they walked through the door. Avoiding the glares of Karofsky and Azimio, Kurt made his way to the back of the room and settled in, ready for a day's worth of easier than normal classes.

Kurt headed out of his last class of the day, meeting up with Reed in the hallway.

"What did you think?" Reed asked excitedly, as the two boys melted into the crowd.

Kurt smiled at him. "It was amazing. Everyone pays attention, unlike McKinley, and no one is disruptive."

"I'm glad you like it." Reed said, grinning. "Now, there's some people you should meet." He told Kurt, stopping outside a large, oak door.

Kurt looked quizzically at him. "Who?"

"The Warblers." Reed told him, opening the door.

Heading out of his last class, Kurt once again met up with Tina and Mercedes.

"We don't have glee today." Mercedes told him, as they headed towards the choir room. "But, we were all talking, and we decided to hang out today anyway. You could tell us more about Dalton."

Kurt shrugged. "Sure, why not?" He agreed, as they entered the choir room.

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