Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything related to CP Coulter's wonderful fic, Dalton
This story is somewhat inspired by pulling-the-puzzles-apart's story Trusting in Your Name. The beginning starts out similar but it does deviant from that story in the second chapter.
Chapter 1: The Dance
Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson had been best friends since they were five years old, and met in kindergarten. Up until high school, the two boys were each other's only friend, since no one ever wanted to associate with them, it only becoming worse when they both came out. Their parents were supportive, but the other kids, not so much. When they reached high school however, they met Mercedes Jones, Rachel Berry, Tina Cohen-Chang, and Artie Abrams.
Kurt closed his locker, to be met with the smiling face of his best friend, Blaine Anderson, holding a cup of coffee. "Hey you. How's your day?"
Kurt smiled and took the coffee, heading with Blaine towards English. "Good. I haven't gotten slushied today, so that's a plus. Math was boring though."
The two boys turned, as screaming was heard down the hallway. A girl Kurt and Blaine recognized as a sophomore, was locked eyes with a boy from her class, staring at her wrist.
"Well, another girl found her soulmate." Blaine commented.
Everyone, when they turned sixteen, got a soulmark on their wrist. Only one person could have your soulmark, and it was said that when you found your soulmate, you were complete. Many people went into depression after their soulmate died, since it was very rare to get a new soulmate. Kurt and Blaine remembered, first hand, how depressed Burt was when Kurt's mother Elizabeth died, the only thing keeping him together was Kurt, and the support from Robert and Ellie Anderson, Blaine's parents.
"I would hate to find out my soulmate that way." Kurt mused. "In front of everyone, it seems a lot more stressful than it should be."
Mercedes and Rachel joined the two boys in the hallway, all four of them heading towards English.
"So, what are you two going to do for the Sadie Hawkins dance?" Mercedes asked them.
"Kurt and I are going together." Blaine commented, blushing when he noticed the looks of the two girls. "No, nothing like that. Just as friends."
"Do you see anybody else willing to go with the two gay guys?" Kurt asked. "Besides, we've been best friends since we were five. We're just going to dance and have a fun time with our friends."
"Okay, but you are helping Rachel, Tina, and I with our dresses." Mercedes told the porcelain skinned boy.
"Okay." Kurt said, grinning. "You know I can never say no to a makeover.
The day of the dance finally arrived, the two boys getting ready at Blaine's house after school, with their parents arriving to take photos of them.
Ellie sniffled as the boys fixed each other's ties. "You're getting so old."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Mom, it's just a Sadie Hawkins dance our freshman year."
"I know, I know." She told them. "But it seems like just yesterday that you two were playing house in the backyard."
Blaine hugged his mother tightly. "I'll always be your baby boy."
"Come on." Kurt called to the group. "I don't want to be late."
Blaine chuckled and followed his best friend, pulling the door open for him and mock bowing, as Kurt giggled and blushed, stepping into the car. Unbeknownst to the two boys, their parents were watching them.
"They look so cute." Ellie cooed. "And so oblivious."
Burt nodded. "As much as I hate to see my baby boy all grown up, you can tell they like one another."
Robert smiled. "Even if they don't end up being each other's soulmate, I want them to be happy together."
"Let's be honest." Ellie said, smiling. "I can't see them not being one another's soulmate."
The two fathers nodded. "Let's just hope they realize it themselves before the soulmark tells them."
"Come on dad!" Blaine called from the car. "Kurt and I don't want to be late." Robert was driving the two boys to the dance, and then picking them up outside, about eleven.
Robert chuckled. "I guess that's my cue."
The entire ride to the dance, the two boys chatted away, but inside, both were nervous.
"What if someone has a problem with us?" Kurt thought to himself.
"What if he finds out I like him?" Blaine thought to himself.
Even though both of them were nervous, they were nervous for completely different reasons.
Robert pulled up outside the school, opening the doors, and letting the two out.
"I'll be back here at eleven." He told them. "Have fun!"
Kurt and Blaine nodded, and ran to join Mercedes, Artie, Tina, and Rachel at the door. The dance was a fun experience for both boys, even though they couldn't do much more than sway when a slow song came on, for fear of being attacked, and watching all the happy couples dance.
At quarter to eleven, the two boys headed out of the dance, waving goodbye to their friends.
Blaine sighed, building up the courage to do what he had wanted to do the entire night. He turned, and tapped his best friend on the shoulder.
Kurt turned around. "Yes, Blaine."
"Kurt," Blaine said, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach. "There is a moment when you say to yourself..." but he never got to finish his sentence.
"Hey fags!" Someone called out into the darkness.
The two boys whipped around to see members of the football team advancing on them, some of the boys wielding bats. David Karofsky, who had called out originally, stepped foreward, a bat swinging at his side, Noah Puckerman next to him.
"What do you want Karofsky?" Blaine asked, stepping foreward.
"What we want," The bully said menacingly. "Is for you two to stop spreading your fairy dust around."
"We weren't doing anything." Kurt said, joining his best friend.
"Oh really." The jock scoffed. "You were in the dance, acting disgusting. No one wants to see fags like you out. I think it's time we teach them a lesson or two."
Karofsky stepped foreward and swung his bat at the two boys, the other jocks following suit. The last thing Kurt remembered before he blacked out, was Blaine pushing him out of the way.
When Kurt came to, he could hear beeping, and blinked as his eyes became used to the blinding, white light. He sat up and sighed. He was in a hospital, Kurt hated hospitals, especially after what happened to his mom.
"You're awake." He heard from his right.
Kurt turned to the side to see Blaine in the bed to the right of his. "Are you okay?" He asked his friend, concerned.
Blaine nodded. "I'm a little sore. How are you?"
"The same. What happened?" Kurt asked confused.
Blaine sighed. "They won't tell me much, besides what we remember. But they aren't going to prosecute Karofsky and the other jocks."
Kurt looked at him aghast. "What do you mean they aren't going to prosecute?"
"Apparently there isn't enough evidence connecting them to the attack." Blaine said, rolling his eyes. "And our eye witness accounts aren't enough to convict."
"So they're letting them go." Kurt said, wide-eyed. "How will we be able to go back to school and look them in the eye, after what they've done?"
"You're not going back to that school." A voice sounded from the doorway. The two boys looked up to see Robert, Ellie, and Burt standing in the doorway of their hospital room. "We talked about sending you two to Dalton Academy for high school before. But, it's expensive and even though Ellie and Robert offered to pay for your tuition Kurt, I couldn't take their money. Now, because of this attack, I will. We're transferring you directly there, after they release you two tomorrow. You don't even have to go back to get your stuff from your lockers."
Kurt smiled widely at his dad. "If I could come over and hug you, I would."
Burt came over and wrapped his son in a tight hug. "I just want you to be safe buddy."
The day after the dance, Mercedes waited by her locker for her two best friends to show up, but they never did. They never showed up the next day either. After about a month, the four friends gave up on Kurt and Blaine ever showing up again. Their lockers were cleared out, and since they had never been over to the two's houses, they didn't know where they lived. The following year, all four auditioned for the New Directions together, and got in. As the years went by, the memories of the dance faded from Mercedes' memory, but she never forgot the two friends who abandoned her.
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