Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything related to CP Coulter's wonderful fic, Dalton
Chapter 2: Dalton Academy
On Sunday morning, after the two boys were finally released from the hospital, they headed towards Dalton. Ellie and Robert had gone to McKinley the previous day, to clean out the lockers and yell at the staff for letting this happen. Kurt looked at the large, mansion like school, butterflies in his stomach. What if this school was like the previous one, and they were only bullied more?
Kurt felt a hand squeeze his, and turned to see the reassuring face of his best friend.
"You were thinking out loud again." Blaine informed him.
"I'm just so scared. What if this is like McKinley again?" Kurt said, uttering the fears he had all morning, out loud.
"If our parents weren't one hundred percent sure we would be safe, they wouldn't have sent us here." Blaine said, finally turning and facing his friend. "Come on, let's go inside."
The two boys followed their parents into the main building. The inside of Dalton was even more extravagant then the outside, with Victorian furniture and painted canvases. The group reached the office of the Dean of Discipline. The kind, reception lady smiled as they entered.
"I assume you're the Hummels and Andersons."
Burt nodded. "We are."
"Go through that door. Dean Ramsey is ready for you." She told them.
The group entered the room, and the woman at the desk looked up. She was a trim woman in her forties, slightly on the heavy side, with watery grey eyes, and severely tied red hair.
"I'm glad you decided to attend Dalton." She told them. "Sadly, you are not the first mid-term transfers at Dalton, and you won't be the last. Are you thinking about boarding or commuting?"
"Boarding." Robert told her. "We want Kurt and Blaine as far away from Lima as possible, since the boys who beat them up are still out in the community."
Dean Ramsey nodded. "Understandable. You two will be boarding in Windsor. Are you okay with being roommates?"
Kurt and Blaine nodded.
"Good." Dean Ramsey told them. "I'll send someone to take your belongings up to your room. Every student at Dalton is required to join a sports team. I'll give you two till the beginning of the next semester, so you have time to figure out what to join. Dalton also has a world renowned show choir, so if you are interested in that, I'm sure they'll let you audition. I believe that is all." She told them, handing the adults a stack of paper. "Here is your information, and I'll show you to your dorm."
Dean Ramsey led the group across campus grounds, to the far end where a large Victorian style building was. Since it was during the middle of classes, the dorm was quiet. The inside was very similar to the main building, and all the buildings at Dalton seemed to be modeled after a Victorian style. She led them up a large staircase, and down a hallway that was lined with doors, each leading to a dorm room. About halfway down the hallway, she opened a door on the right, and led the group into a room that was fairly large, since it was built for two people. There were two beds pushed up against the wall, along with two desks. There was a TV on the opposing wall, along with a couch. Near the end were three doors. Kurt assumed two were the closets and the other was the bathroom. Someone had already moved their boxes into the dorm room, and they were sitting in the center of the room.
"I assume you can take care from here." Dean Ramsey told them. "Kurt, Blaine, if you need anything, don't hesitate to come to me."
The two boys nodded and Dean Ramsey left. Burt turned to his son and Blaine. "I'll miss you two. You have to promise to come home sometimes."
Kurt nodded and went to hug his dad. "I promise, I'll come home."
The adults took their time saying goodbye to the two boys, until finally they were alone. Kurt collapsed onto his bed. "Finally, I thought they would never leave. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad." He said, sitting up. "But I really want to unpack."
Blaine nodded. "I can't believe we are here now. No more slushies, locker slams, or dumpster dives."
As Kurt went to work putting away his clothes, Blaine sighed. He would never get the courage to tell Kurt how he felt. The rare moment of courage he had at the Sadie Hawkins dance, was overshadowed by the beating that followed. He would just have to wait till Kurt's soulmark showed up. That was only in seven months.
Their conversation was interrupted by a knocking on the door. Kurt, who was closest to the door, opened it to reveal an African-American boy and a boy with curly, strawberry-blonde hair.
"Hey. I'm David." The African-American boy waved. "And this is Reed." He said, indicating to the boy next to him. "You must be Kurt and Blaine, the new mid-term transfers. We wanted to welcome you to Windsor."
"Thank you." Blaine said, smiling. "I'm Blaine and this is Kurt."
"Do you want to come get lunch with us?" Reed asked, speaking up. "It's one in the afternoon."
Kurt and Blaine nodded and followed the two boys down the hallway. "So, where are you two from?" David asked, curious.
"Lima." Kurt told him. "We've been best friends since we were five."
"That's not that far away." Reed commented. "I'm from New York, but my mom has houses all over the world."
"A lot of people at Dalton come from far away." David commented. "With the exception of the day students, it's rare for someone to live close by."
Kurt looked shocked. "But that means you wouldn't see your family for months."
Reed shrugged. "It's not that bad. Not everyone's parents are supportive."
Their conversation was interrupted by two blurs that stopped in front of the four boys. They were revealed to be two tall, identical twins with bright, blonde hair and ice blue eyes. They were both holding Nerf guns at their sides.
"Who is this?" One of the twins asked, smirking.
"New people." The other twin said.
"We like new people."
David sighed. "Ethan, Evan, meet Blaine and Kurt, the mid-term transfers. Blaine, Kurt, this is Evan and Ethan, the Tweedles."`
"Are they always like this?" Kurt asked Reed, who nodded.
"Windsor is not a normal place. It takes getting used to."
The group walked out of Windsor, and headed over to the main building. Kurt and Blaine joined the line, each getting a salad and a water, though Blaine got a granola bar and some fruit as well. The group headed over to a table, where an Asian boy and a boy with brunette hair and hazel eyes were sitting.
"I'm Wes." The Asian boy said, waving. "You must be Kurt and Blaine, the new mid-term transfers."
"News travels fast here." David explained. "We may not be girls, but we certainly gossip like ones. Wes is a Hanover, one of the other dorms, but he's considering transferring to Windsor."
"Windsor's more interesting than Hanover." Wes explained. "Don't get me wrong, I love the Hanovers. But I know life in Windsor will never be boring. It also helps that all my friends are in Windsor."
"And I'm Joshua." The other boy said. "But you can call me Josh. Do you two sing?"
"We're all part of the Warblers." Reed explained. "They are Dalton's a capella choir. We can get you an audition, if you would like. The Warblers don't usually do mid-semester auditions, but since you two are mid-semester transfers, I'm sure Medal would make an exception."
Kurt and Blaine grinned. "We sing." Kurt told them. "But we never joined the choir at our old school, since it was run by a pedophile." Kurt explained.
Blaine picked up Kurt's dishes to put them away, Kurt smiling adoringly at him. As soon as Blaine was out of earshot, the Windsors turned to Kurt. "You like him don't you?" Reed accused.
"W-what do you mean? I-I'm not gay." Kurt stuttered.
"Relax Kurt." Josh told him. "No one cares here. I'm gay and there are other gay students at Dalton. I take it your old school cared?"
Kurt nodded. "They did. It's why we had to transfer. And yes, I do like him. I have for years. But he doesn't feel the same way."
"Oh he feels the same way." Wes said. "We've known you two for less than a day, and we can already tell."
"It doesn't matter." Kurt said, shaking his head. "Nothing will ever happen." He got up from his seat, following Blaine.
"Is this going to be a recurring matter?"
"Yep."
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