Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything related to CP Coulter's wonderful fic, Dalton
Chapter 1: Windsor House
Kurt looked up at the building nervously. It was his first day of freshman year, and he was concerned. Kurt wasn't like these prep school boys, and didn't want them to judge him for it. His dad owned a fairly successful car shop in Lima, but he was here on a scholarship. Kurt used to go to McKinley Middle School, where he was fairly well liked. He did all the plays and school musicals, and sang in the choir. He would have friends over pretty regularly, and go over to other friends' houses. That is, until eighth grade, when he was outed. His dad didn't care, but the kids at school did. They started calling him names, slamming him into lockers, and throwing him into dumpsters. He stopped being invited places, and his old friends ostracized him. So, when high school came around, his dad started looking at other schools. Kurt picked Dalton, because of its anti-bullying policy, its world famous show choir, the Warblers, and its distance. Dalton was in Westerville, Ohio, which was too far for Kurt to commute every day, but close enough where he could come home on the weekends. He just hoped that kids here didn't care that he was gay, he already had basically a glass closet. Kurt noticed a boy walking towards him. The boy was extremely tall, about six foot four inches, with brown hair and bright blue eyes. When he reached Kurt, he stuck his hand out for him to shake.
"You must be one of Windsors' new freshmen. I'm Peter Savage, Windsors' prefect."
Kurt nodded. "I'm Kurt Hummel."
A flash of realization passed Peter's face. "Ah. You'll be boarding with another freshman, Reed. He arrived about an hour ago. Your stuff is already in your room. Here's your key." He said, dropping a key into Kurt's palm. "I'll show you to your room. Since it's Friday, classes won't start till Monday, so you have time to get situated at Dalton. Later, everyone is meeting in the common room, so the freshmen can meet everyone. Windsor is one of the three dorms on campus, the other two being Stuart and Hanover. Windsor and Stuart have a decades long rivalry going on, while Hanover tries to keep the peace. Stuarts are addicted to coffee and obsessed with grades."
By this time, they had gotten to a room.
"Here's your room. If you ever need help, or someone is bothering you, don't hesitate to come to me, okay." The tall senior said, before walking away.
Kurt took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in. He seriously hoped that his roommate wasn't a homophobe, or that the prefect wasn't a homophobe, for that matter. As he stepped into the room, he took in his surroundings. There were three dais surrounding the room, two of them held queen size beds, and the third held a couch and TV. The two dais that held the beds also held a desk on each of them, and bookshelves. There were three doors by each dais that led to what Kurt assumed were the closets. There was a fourth door that led to presumedly the bathroom. One side of the room was completely empty, save for the dozens of boxes that contained Kurt's things, mostly his clothes. The other side of the room was covered in what looked to be white padding and opened boxes. There were some photos and other knickknacks put up, and the closet door was open, showing some clothes in it. A boy sat on the other bed, unpacking boxes, but he turned around when the door opened. He was short, about five foot four inches, with curly, strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes.
"You must be Kurt." He said, smiling.
"And you must be Reed." Kurt said, looking around the room. "What's with the padding?"
"Oh." Reed shuffled, embarrassed. "I'm extremely accident prone, so it was my mother's condition when she sent me here. She loves me, she just doesn't want me to get hurt." His eyes widened when he noticed Kurt's top. "That's a Reed Van Kamp top."
"Oh yeah." Kurt said, suddenly remembering what he had worn today. "He's the son of Hilde Van Kamp. That's funny, you have the same first name as him. He's apparently our age." Kurt motioned to some of the clothes in the box Reed had been unpacking. "I see you have some of her clothes too and some of his. It's nice to meet someone with the same fashion sense as me."
Reed looked at his roommate with curiosity. "So, where are you from?"
This time it was Kurt's turn to look embarrassed. "Lima, Ohio. I'm only here on a scholarship."
Reed's eyes widened at bit. "Oh, I thought you would be used to meeting celebrities' kids, which there are quite a few here."
Kurt shuffled. "Yeah, I'm nervous about that. What if I don't fit in here, because I'm not rich, or the celebrities' kids don't like me?"
Reed smiled reassuringly. "Well, I know for one, that celebrities' kids will like you. One already does."
Kurt gave him a confused look. "How do you know that?"
Reed chuckled. "Because I do. I am Reed Van Kamp. I guess that I am so used to people recognizing me, that I thought you did too, and just didn't say anything. And I'm glad you like my top. C'mon," He said, jumping up. "Let's unpack your stuff."
Kurt smiled, glad that he had made at least one friend, and one with a great fashion sense. The two set to work unpacking the rest of their stuff. Two hours later, just as they finished putting the last of their belongings away, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. Kurt opened it to reveal Peter standing there.
"Hey, I just came to tell you that it's time to meet everyone." He said with a smile.
The two boys followed him downstairs, to the common room, where a bunch of boys were sitting around. There were two identical twin boys with bright blonde hair and ice blue eyes. There was a boy with short brown hair and glasses, and an Asian boy with glasses. There was an African-American boy. There was a boy with semi-long brown hair and hazel eyes. There was a boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes. There was a boy with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. There was another African-American boy with glasses. There was a boy with a blonde hair styled like Justin Bieber, and blue eyes. There was a boy with short brown hair and green eyes. The last boy was shorter than Kurt with curly black hair and hazel eyes. Kurt tried not to gasp. He was so gorgeous and Kurt knew he had a crush.
"Don't go there Kurt." He thought. "He's probably straight and a homophobe, for all you know."
Peter smiled at all the boys sitting around. "Okay. We are going to go around the room, and you all will introduce yourselves."
"Evan and Ethan Brightman."
"Drew Mapleton."
"Satoru Kogo."
"David Sullivan."
"Charlie Amos."
"Han Westwood."
"Joshua Tipton."
"Ryan Cobb."
"Sam Evans."
"Luke Baldwin."
"Reed Van Kamp."
"Kurt Hummel."
"Blaine Anderson."
"Okay." Peter said, clapping his hand together. "You have the rest of the weekend to get to know each other."
The twins bounced up to Han. "So, is it true that you are a whiz with electronics?"
Han beamed. "I could cut the power to the entire school, easily, if I wanted."
Luke scoffed. "He's bluffing. There is no way he can do that."
Han shrugged. "Be that way. Then you'll realize you're wrong when I do exactly that."
The twins bounced over to Kurt, who was looking around with a curious expression on his face.
"Hello Alice!" They chorused.
"Alice?" Kurt asked, confused.
Kurt turned to Reed, who just shrugged. The twins seemed to be studying him for a minute, before their eyes lit up.
"Hello Dormouse!" They said, cheerily
"Dormouse?" Reed asked, confused.
The twins just bounced away, leaving Kurt and Reed extremely confused. Sam came up to the two and stuck his hand out.
"I'm Sam Evans, one of the new freshmen. You're Kurt and Reed, correct?"
The two nodded, happy to find at least one normal person in this house. An explosion on the second floor interrupted their conversation, making the sprinklers turn on and soaking Kurt, Reed, and Sam. The three of them jumped and looked up the stairs, where Drew and Satoru peeked out of their room, nervous. Peter just sighed, and went to turn off the sprinklers. The twins bounded down the stairs, both trying to not look suspicious while carrying giant Nerf guns, and failing spectacularly at it. Kurt glared at them both.
"What are you two doing?"
"Nothing." They chorused, putting on angelic looks.
Reed, Kurt, and Sam watched as the twins snuck up behind Peter, and shot him point blank with the Nerf guns, before running in the other direction, Peter barreling after them. Sam shook his head.
"Well, this certainly isn't going to be a quiet dormitory."
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