Chapter 2:

The fluorescent glow from his laptop illuminated the hidden objects in his room that previously were cloaked in the dark. Kurt glanced at the clock on his desktop-4:20AM- it looked like it was going to be one of those nights again; or rather how all nights now are where he couldn't sleep at all. His heavy-lidded eyes burned as his stared at the screen, pulling up a video clip from a folder. Pressing play, he tensed and watched the first of many testimonies against his father that was being given by his father's previous personal assistant Daniel Johnson, who now sat with a clean shaven face and a new tailored suit. The attorney's gruff voice blasted out of his speaker, breaking the quiet whirring of his laptop and resounding against the walls as he stated "Please tell the jury how the defendant treated Ms Howell when they were in a relationship."

"Well, Mr Hummel was rarely a violent man but towards Caroline, it was completely different especially behind closed doors and no one ever saw it except from me and some of the other members of staff." Kurt's blood was boiling-he didn't always remember that they took 2 lives away. He replied, twisting his face in remorse effortlessly towards the end. "And in what way did Mr Hummel change when with Caroline?"

"Um, when he, uh, got particularly mad with her, he would get very violent and attack her."

"And did this happen on more than one occasion?" asked the attorney.

"Yes." Daniel's warily glanced to Burt Hummel for a split moment. "Thank you, Mr Johnson" replied the attorney. Kurt ground his teeth and continued to watch as the camera zoomed onto the stricken face of Burt Hummel in an orange jumpsuit. He was pale, unshaven and had lost a considerable amount of weight. Kurt felt that choking grip around his throat tighten when his tried to swallow down the pain and disgust he felt as he watched his father sit helplessly through those in his life betray him. The wounds still fresh and raw and he wondered if they would ever heal. He swallowed again trying to stomach the wave of sadness that washed over him. He then sluggishly reached over and switched the bedside lamp on and then opened the draw in table, pulling out a folder. Moving further back into his bed, he turned the first page of the folder. A frown fell on his face and he inspected the pictures he collected over the year of Daniel Johnson and others. Pictures of them smiling and at ease as they take advantage of being the rich people they've become and in Daniel's case lovingly kissing a young girl with long black hair, a tanned small frame in the back of his costly car. His frown deepened causing wrinkles and knots to appear on his youthful face. He closed the folder that reaffirmed what he had to do. He wouldn't forgive and he wouldn't forget. They say 'Revenge is a confession of pain' and soon all of those who destroyed would know of the crippling grief they had cause him.

Sat in the middle of a freshly-cut lawn was a small boy holding a tea party for 4; the sun was high and warm. Whilst pouring tea for Mr Toto, Kurt idly made small talk to his other stuffed guests. They had all decided it was the perfect day to hold a party so Kurt dressed in his purple checked shirt with a navy blue bow tie and trousers and the new sensible shoes his father had bought him. Unbeknownst to Kurt, two cars pulled up in front of the blue and white house; uniformed men stepping out of each of the cars, the loud bangs of shutting car doors ignored by a blissful Kurt. Mrs Bear was telling Kurt all about her adventures singing around the world and how Kurt would join her soon when suddenly his father's voice shouting rang through the neighbourhood and alerted Kurt's attention. His stomach knotted, blue eyes widening as he pushed himself up from the chair and towards his father's calls. "Kurt-K-K-Get off me! He roared the shuffling and harsh voices of men got louder as Kurt ran down the path from the back to the front of the house. His heart pounding, tears stinging the bottom of his eyelids; his daddy was hurt. Finally reaching the front, Kurt saw his father struggle out of the uniformed men apprehending him roughly. Kurt felt his stomach drop, his mind whizzing with questions on the scene before him. His eyes locked with his father's which were wide in panic and anger as he screamed Kurt's name and he rushed over, curling his small hands into fist, his whole body tense with fright and began hitting the men hurting his father with all his might. "Get the boy" called one of the men in a monotone voice. "NO!" shrieked Burt, his attempts at shaking off 3 men becoming more vicious as another unformed man scooped up Kurt who was now screaming deafeningly. The salty tears spewed down his red face along with the snot that dripped out his nose as his clasped for his father. Everything was blurring and spinning, his neighbourhood blending into a sea of colour and the man tried to control the small boy that was trying to twist out of his grip. Kurt's head felt heavy, swollen and everything hurt. Burt's calls suddenly became muffled and Kurt's body stilled in the uniformed man's arms as he watched his father being shoved into the white and blue car. Kurt spun his head round looking for anyone to help him but only meeting the eyes of the neighbours who were looking upon the scene with disapproving glares or contrite eyes. Why was no one helping him? He was then being hastily placed in the back seat of a car. "DADDY!" he screamed but was muted by a loud BANG!

BANG! Kurt's eyes flew open, quickly scanning his surroundings before letting out a relieved sigh. He was hot and his palms were slicked with sweat. There was another bang that was coming from his dorm room door. Slowly, pushing himself off the bed and running a cool hand across his scrunched face, he walked over and opened the door. Standing with a grin on his face was Jeff in a black blazer, blue V-neck and dark jeans "Hey, what time do you call this sleepyhead?" Eyeing Kurt's bedhead and white tank top with pyjama bottoms. "Anyway I was wondering if you wanted to grab some coffee y'know before heading off the Dalton party." Kurt started tiredly at Jeff, still shaken by the dream until he finished his sentence, eyes widened in alarm. "Crap, what time is it?" He hissed, hurriedly turning back into his room. Jeff followed behind before shutting the door "Erm, about 2 o'clock, wow you sleep long, y'know that isn't very good I mean when are you going to dish out your little plot for revenge if all you do is sleep." He teased whilst inspecting the room. "Is that all you think about Jeff?" replied Kurt as he searched for something to wear. "Well yes as you are the only interesting thing to happen in this town in a while."

"What about this Dalton party? Oh wait I forgot parties weren't your thing." Grabbing the perfect outfit and headed towards the shower. "It's not parties as a whole it's just the types of parties like, for example the Dalton party that is held every year before term starts by the Andersons where everyone from the students, their parents and the governing body of the school stand around and act sickeningly nice to each other whilst their sons try and sneak stronger alcohol in as that is the only thing that will keep you awake enough to last the night. Anyway, how do know about it?" Sitting on Kurt's bed, Jeff flicked through the pages of a book that rested on Kurt's bedside table. "Someone important will be there so I made sure I knew about it." He said offhandedly as he made his way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with a towel wrapped round his waist and his damp brown lock flat against his forehead. Jeff's face broke out into another mischievous grin and he moved on Kurt's bed until he rested flat on his stomach and feet crossed and raised in the air. "You're such a tease, come on spill." Kurt, who was now sitting by his desk and in front of a small mirror, turned to Jeff with a slight smirk on his face. "Nope." Switching on his hairdryer before Jeff could reply.

Kurt and Jeff strolled into Dalton's main hall that was now occupied with groups of smartly and some loudly dressed people, idly chatting with small flutes of alcohol in their hands. Jeff grabbed two of the flutes off of a passing waiter's tray and handed one to Kurt. "Trust me, you better get started now." Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes, handing the glass back to Jeff and walked away, who then quickly downed the two glasses before following Kurt, who was now mingling with the various groups. Jeff watched in admiration as Kurt, dressed in a navy blue suit and hair perfectly coiffed, spoke to the members of the groups courteously, acting as a perfectly mannered young man; they were instantly enamoured with him. However, Jeff could see a glint of restrained displeasure in his eyes that to everyone else was displaying a genuine interest in the conversation. Jeff smirked to himself; he was good.

Kurt's eyes surveyed the room until they found the dirty blonde styled hair of Daniel Johnson that was currently buzzing around the room, checking that the party he organized was running smoothly. Kurt fixed an eye on him and now all he had to do was wait.

It was a while before Kurt saw Daniel move to the corner of the bustling room and to a young girl with long black hair and a pale blue summer dress. He watched over passing shoulders as the lovers briefly but softly whispered to each other and with an eye still trained on them; he walked over to a strong built man with dark with hint of grey gelled hair that was politely talking to an older couple. He had the same complexion as the young women, currently giving Daniel an intimate smile, and held himself high and straight but had the signs of crows' feet on the corners of his big hazel eyes. "Hello" said Kurt with a gentle smile placed on his face. All of them turn to the young man before Kurt reached his hand out to the slightly questioningly man and continued "My name is Andrew Hamilton," All their eye's flashed in recognition and the man replied "Oh Lucy and James' son, well I wished we could have met under better circumstances but still it nice to meet you Andrew, I'm Mr Anderson" and he grasped Kurt's hand in a firm handshake. Kurt then turned to the couple and greeted them, shaking each of their hands. The couple excused themselves, leaving Kurt and Mr Anderson alone. "So Andrew is this your first term here at Dalton?"

"Yes, I just transferred."

"Oh well I hope you enjoy it here then, obviously not too much." He chucked as did Kurt.

"You won't have to worry about that, sir."

"Well that's good; you seem like a smart boy Andrew."

Kurt's vision flicked over to Daniel and the young girl he was now leading down a corridor.

"Thank you sir that means a lot especially since I am an avid supporter of your campaign."

Mr Anderson nodded his head, fairly impressed with the young man's knowledge of his work.

"So you're interested in politics?"

"Yes, sir, I was even wondering if I could talk about it with you."

"Sure, I would be glad to give tips to the next generations' set of politicians. Should we find somewhere quieter?"

Kurt nodded his head and guided Mr Anderson through the groups and down a corridor, where Mr Anderson began talking intensely about how to get started in politics. Kurt half-heartedly listened to Mr Anderson babble on as they made their way down the short corridor that had only two doors; one on both sides of the walls. His ears pricked up at sounds coming from the right hand side and led him towards it. Under Mr Anderson's bellowing voice, Kurt could hear the softest of rustling from inside the room and abruptly turned the door handle. "Oh my god" came a breathless light voice.

"Shit."

There was shifting movement of fabric and clangs of a belt buckle being quickly done up again as the two bodies moved apart from each other. "Oh my god, I am so sorry, should we jus-"Rushed out Kurt, his eyes flickering between Mr Anderson who mouth was gaping and eyes were dark and the terrified couple before he was interrupted by a fuming Maxwell Anderson. "What the hell are you doing?" said Mr Anderson sharply. Daniel swiftly made his way in front of him, opening and closing his mouth and then stuttered out "I am so sorry Mr Anderson, it's not what it looks like"

"Oh and what does it look like to you Mr Johnson." His voice still frighteningly quiet, his hazel eyes glazed over "Hmmm…"

"Dad-please" came the soft voice of the young women who currently was leant back on the dark wood desk, frozen in place. Poor girl was mortified, her eyes mirroring the same panic in Daniel's eyes. "Get out Mr Johnson before I remove you and needless to say you are fired and don't count on any other job in the future either." He threatened, now standing dangerously close to Daniel and looking down on him with a thunderous glare that made his shrink back into himself and sucked the air out of the room, everyone holding their breath and discreetly glimpsing at each other. There wasn't anything else he could do now so Kurt quickly muttered his exit and made his way back down the corridor and into the blended colours of the main hall. The party still maintained its drowning murmurings as Kurt weaved his way through the cattle and spotted Jeff resting on the bar with some other students in Dalton in front of him. "Hey" Kurt breathed out as he came up next to Jeff. "Hey Andrew, finally decided on my company then."

"Yes Jeff but I missed you dearly" Jeff chuckled.

"Oh yeah I should probably introduced you" he said as he looked down at then expectant eyes that kept glancing towards the brunette boy beside Jeff. "So everybody this is Andrew Hamilton and Andrew this is Wes Montgomery" gesturing to the Asian boy with jet black hair on the far left side, who flashed Kurt a smile whilst shaking his hand. "David Johnson" an African American boy gave Kurt a gentle smile "Thad Roberts" who had thick brown hair and a large smile "Nick Duval" another handsome brown hair boy waving quickly to Kurt "Blaine Anderson" A boy with brown curly hair, tanned skin and deep honey hazel eyes gave Kurt a quick wink as he shook Kurt's hand. Kurt turned to the tall guy standing next to him who extended his hand and said in a smooth, soft voice "Sebastian Smythe." His bright green eyes burning into Kurt's whose flicked at the intensity and because of Daniel Johnson being quietly escorted out by unnaturally calm Mr Anderson caught his attention over Sebastian's shoulder. They remained walking calmy until they reached the main door when he ducked his head to Daniel's ear; making him take a deep gulp before taking stuttering steps out. Kurt smirked as he took Sebastian's hand. "Pleasure."