Kurt awoke at 6:30 the next morning, just the same as he did every day. His body had been conditioned to wake up for school around this time. He knew from looking online that Dalton's schedule was the same as McKinley's, so he was hoping that his dad would be able to get a meeting sooner rather than later.

When he was ready for the day, Kurt went down to the kitchen and heard the end of his dad's conversation.

"Yes. We can be there by 10:00. Thank you for all of your help, Headmaster Kent. We look forward to meeting with you soon."

"I'll make us some omelets really quick, then we can hit the road. Okay, Dad?" Kurt said, coming fully into the kitchen.

"Sounds good, bud. I already called you in for the day, too. I'm hoping after we have the meeting at Dalton, we'll just be able to transfer all of your records over, and you'll be able to start your new classes on Monday. You'd miss tomorrow, but with your grades, I'm not worried about it in the long run. How are you feeling about all of this, honestly?" Burt was concerned that so many changes at once would be hard for Kurt, and he wanted his son to be comfortable with the transition.

"Nervous for sure. I don't want to be the new kid in school. I'm also worried about the cost, even though you said not to be. On top of that, I'm stupidly sad to be leaving my friends, especially Noah, Brittany, and Santana. But...I'm looking forward to seeing if this no-bullying policy actually is real. It's honestly hard for me to fathom going to school and not being worried about getting hurt or called some derogatory name. It would be nice to not have to change my clothes two or more times a day."

"I'm sorry I didn't do this sooner, Kurt. I wish I'd followed my gut several months ago. However, there's nothing I can do to change that now. So, we'll just move forward now." He gave Kurt a reassuring smile.

"I love you, Dad!" Kurt flashed his father a smile before turning back around to finish cracking the eggs.

"I love you, too, son."

The men ate their breakfast and drank a couple of cups of coffee before they piled into the truck and took off on their way to Westerville. Burt had the radio on some oldies channel that Kurt secretly loved but would never admit. The Beatles were playing, and they always reminded Kurt of his mom.

"If you let me take your heart I will prove to you
We will never be apart if I'm part of you
Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see
It is no surprise now, what you see is me"

"Good morning!" The message appeared on Kurt's left hand.

Damnit, I forgot my alcohol and cotton balls. Maybe my soulmate will have some and get the hint that I need them to erase today. Or...I guess I could tell them, Kurt thought to himself.

"Good morning. Nothing to erase with today." Kurt replied back to his soulmate.

"Me either. Guess we'll chat later?" his soulmate asked.

"Sounds great!" Kurt replied.

"Soulmate?" Burt asked, glancing at his son.

"Yep," Kurt answered. "Neither one of us have anything to erase with today, though, so we're going to talk later."

"Big and black the clouds may be, time will pass away
If you put your trust in me I'll make bright your day
Look into these eyes now, tell me what you see
Don't you realise now, what you see is me
Tell me what you see"

"I really love The Beatles," Kurt said. He stared out the window at the passing scenery, missing his mom as the song continued to play.

"Me, too, kiddo," Burt replied. "They always make me miss her, though." He smiled wistfully.

"Yeah…" Kurt agreed.

The two made small talk for the rest of the drive, choosing to stick to lighter topics, and arrived at Dalton 15 minutes before their meeting.

"Wow!" Kurt exclaimed. "This place is so much bigger than it looked in the pictures."

"It's pretty fancy, huh?" Burt asked, glancing around. This school looked like somewhere he wanted to see his son attending. Kurt was made for a school like this.

"Better than the rundown building McKinley is housed in, that's for sure."

"With what they charge, it better be nice. Now, don't look at me like that. I swear to you, kid, if we couldn't afford it, I wouldn't have suggested it." Burt didn't know whether to be proud or sad that Kurt worried about money. In the end, he decided it didn't matter. He wanted Kurt to be happy and safe, and he'd do whatever it took.

"Okay. If you're sure."

"I am. Let's go find the admin building and meet with the headmaster." Burt took off toward a tall, stone building to their right that looked like it might be the building they were looking for.

They found the administration office with no problems and were asked to wait for just a few minutes. At 9:55, the door to their right opened and out walked a student with the most beautiful hazel eyes and gelled down curly hair Kurt had ever seen. He was carrying what looked like an extra blazer, too.

"Thank you for this, Headmaster Kent. I'm not sure how the pocket on my blazer ripped, but I knew that you had extras. Also, don't forget about the Warblers performance in a little bit."

"I remember, Blaine. And it's no problem about the blazer. That's part of my job. Now, get back to class, and I will see you at the performance."

The beautiful boy, Blaine he heard the headmaster say, left the office and gave a little wave to the secretary on his way out. Kurt couldn't keep the grin off of his face. That boy was so cute!

"You must be the Hummels," the headmaster said warmly. "I'm Jonathan Kent, the headmaster here at Dalton. Please, come in. Do you gentlemen need anything after your drive? If I remember correctly, you came all the way from Lima."

"We're good. Thank you, though," Burt said, liking this guy so much more than the ridiculous principal at McKinley already.

Burt and Kurt both talked about why it was they were looking to have Kurt transfer, and Headmaster Kent talked to them about their options. "We have a scholarship available that you could apply for to help with the costs," he said. "It's funded by a local organization that helps kids and their families recover from bullying experiences and get the help they need when something like this happens. Will you be thinking about boarding Kurt?"

That wasn't something they had discussed, so Kurt looked toward his dad.

"I think it would be a good idea if you did, kiddo. I will hate not having you at home, but four hours in the car each day seems like too much. What are the options for that, and what will it add on to the cost?" Burt asked, turning back to the headmaster.

"The scholarship would help with half of the boarding and tuition costs," Headmaster Kent said. "The organization that funds the scholarship knows that when kids look at our school for these reasons, they likely don't live close or have any other options. We take our no-bullying policy very seriously, and the organization appreciates it. They want all kids to be able to go to school and be safe."

Burt turned back to Kurt, wondering what his son was thinking. He gestured to him questioningly.

"What about you?" Kurt said, not wanting to think about not getting to see his dad every day. Just imagining it was making him tear up.

"I'll be fine," Burt said, already planning to look at places he could open up a shop in Westerville if there was a need and he could find the right space. This school seemed almost too good to be true, and he didn't know how well he would do being away from his son that much each week. "I've got some things that might help us to see each other more, but I need to check on them first before I get your hopes up, okay?" He could tell Kurt didn't love the idea of living at the school, and he hoped that didn't dissuade Kurt from choosing Dalton.

Kurt just nodded his head, trusting his dad with this.

"Well, if you guys would like, we can tour the school and then catch the Warblers performance. It's supposed to be a good one, at least that's what I gather from what their lead singer told me," Headmaster Kent said and stood up.

"That sounds great," Burt said with a smile. He knew that the Warblers were the school's Glee Club, and he wanted to see if Kurt thought he'd be able to fit in with them.

The buildings were exquisite, and the classrooms looked like they were well taken care of. Both Kurt and Burt marveled at everything they saw as they followed Headmaster Kent through the school. Right around 10:45, it seemed as though chaos had erupted in the school, and there were boys everywhere. Kurt got separated from his dad and the headmaster, caught up in the shuffle, and he was now very lost. He knew that they were planning to go to the performance, so he pulled his phone out and texted his dad that he would meet them there. Then, he stopped someone to see if they could help him out.

"Excuse me," he said, tapping the shoulder of one of the students passing him on the stairs. When the boy turned around, Kurt noticed that it was the same boy from the office earlier.

"You were in the office earlier, weren't you?" the stranger asked, smiling so bright it caused butterflies to erupt in Kurt's stomach.

"Yeah," Kurt admitted. "I didn't think you saw me."

"I'd notice style like yours any day," the boy said. "I'm Blaine." He offered his hand to Kurt.

"Kurt," he said, shaking the proffered hand. Something seemed to be tugging at his senses, but Kurt had no idea what it was. "I was wondering if you'd be able to help me get to the Warblers performance. Headmaster Kent was taking my dad and me to watch when I got separated from them in the chaos."

"I'd be happy to," Blaine answered and grabbed Kurt's right hand to lead him down a now deserted hallway.

"Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see
It is no surprise now, what you see is me"

When they got to the commons room, Kurt saw his dad across the crowd. There was no way he was going to try and fight his way over there, so he decided to just stay by the door. "Thanks, Blaine," he said, smiling at him.

"No problem, Kurt. Now, if you'll excuse me…" Blaine said as he turned to walk away.

As the sound of a familiar song started, Kurt noticed some very, very familiar handwriting on Blaine's left hand. With little more than a glance, Kurt's heart skipped a beat, his hand flying to his chest. He recognized the handwriting as his own!

Holy shit! Kurt thought. My soulmate is fucking gorgeous!

A/N: The song used is "Tell Me What You See" by The Beatles. Also...a very special thank you to my wonderful beta teddyshoney for her very hard work editing this chapter. I had to get up stupidly early today for a training and after getting the song prompt before bed last night I had all of these ideas running around in my head. I thought that I could just jot down the main points and then go to sleep. I was very wrong and ended up staying up until 1:00 am to write this, knowing I had to be up at 5:00 to hit the road. I wrote it all on my phone, so there were a ton of mistakes.