A/N: Hey guys! I'm really sorry that I haven't been updating, life's been hectic lately, and whenever I open my laptop, either one of my friends or my boyfriend distracts me. That, and I've been having some emotional problems, and I've been feeling down lately. But, Oh. My. Wizard. God. My friend met Riker Freaking Lynch last week. I'm so jealous. But on the upside, my friend and I are going to buy REDVINES on EBay! Yay! =D Anyway, don't worry about my ramblings! On with the story!

Disclaimer- I don't own Glee, Kurt, Blaine, or any of the Warblers. Just, please don't remind me.

Kurt, once again, was sitting in the principal's office, but for different reasons than the last time he was here, when he called Mr Shue uptight. His dad, Burt, was putting in his transfer forms for Dalton Academy to Principal Figgins' office, and Kurt tagged along. So did Finn, probably to try and take a last attempt to convince Kurt to change his mind and stay at McKinley.

"Kurt," he whispered to Kurt frantically outside Figgins' office. "You can't do this to us. We need you for Sectionals." "Oh, yeah." Kurt said. "Sometimes I feel like that's the only reason that you want me in Glee. The numbers. I personally value my life more than sectionals." Finn started to say something, but Kurt cut him off. "You don't think that I feel bad about this? That I feel horrible? Are you just trying to make me feel even guiltier than I already am? Because Finn, I am. I'm not even going to join their schools Glee club, the Warblers, because I can't betray you any further. I'm just lucky that you guys sent me to spy, otherwise I wouldn't have found Dalton. They have a zero tolerance bullying policy. And that's what I need, and what McKinley doesn't have." "But, Kurt-""Finn, this conversation is final. I'm transferring to Dalton. And there's nothing you can say or do about it."

Finn sighed, and put his head in his hands. Burt came out of Figgins' office, looking considerably more cheerful than before. He was glad that his son would be safe. "All settled Kurt!" he said. "Ready to go?" "Sure." Kurt said, getting up from the couch. "Coming, Finn?" Burt asked. "Yeah. Sure." Finn said half-heartedly, and followed Kurt and Burt out the door, with the rapidly rising feeling that it was all his (and the New Directions) fault that Kurt transferred.

Kurt was, yet again, nervous, walking through those oak wooden doors, but not to spy, but to have his very first day at Dalton Academy. He was excused from his classes for today, and he was shown to his dorm room by a boy in his year, a blonde boy, Jeff, who he'd be sharing a room with.

"Are you enjoying your first day at Dalton?" Jeff asked Kurt, trying to make conversation as he helped the countertenor unpack his things into their room. "So far, yes. Uh, it's a nice place. Everyone is way nicer than when they were at my old school." "Public school, hey?" He asked Kurt. "Yes." Kurt answered. "Lots of the boys came here from a public school. It's a sort of sanctuary for gay kids." "Are you gay too?" Kurt asked Jeff. "Yeah. Well, technically, I'm bi, but that doesn't exactly stop people from calling you a fairy. I was a little shy when I came here, kind of like you. The Warblers helped me through that though." "Oh." Kurt said, his heart sinking. He really, really wanted to join the Warblers, but he didn't want to betray New Directions. He just didn't have the heart to do it.

"Well, is that everything?" Jeff asked Kurt, looking around the room, trying to find a box that hadn't been unpacked. "Yes, I think so." Kurt answered. "Thank you for helping me, by the way. You didn't have to." "No worries, what are friends for?" Jeff asked. He smiled, said goodbye to Kurt, then left. Kurt smiled. A friend. At McKinley, the New Directions were only his friends because they had to be. Jeff actually wanted to be his friend. Dalton was already turning out better than he expected. He lay back on his bed, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Kurt woke up later in the afternoon. He was getting quite bored staying cooped up in his dorm room, so he decided to have a wander around. He grabbed his map of Dalton from inside his bag, and set off down the corridor. He checked his map, and saw the thing that interested him the most: The Theatre. He got his bearings with the map, then walked down some corridors, some rights then lefts, and he was there. He took a deep breath, then walked inside. It was a beautiful place, really, and it was completely empty, except for a piano.

He walked over to it, and sat on the piano bench. He started to play.

Blaine walked out of his last class, French. Ugh, why did the subject have to be so damn confusing? He would worry about that test later, but for now, he would go to Wes' room, and try and steal his French notes. He walked past the theatre, and he heard a beautiful voice singing, accompanied by a piano.

He desperately wanted to in, but he was too scared. He wondered if this beautiful voice was in the Warblers, listening for a little while longer, and finally decideding, no. The Warblers hadn't had a countertenor in over a decade. He then engrossed himself in the song.

It won't be easy

You'll think it's strange,

When I try to explain how I feel,

That I still need your love after all that I've done.

You won't believe me,

All you see is the girl you once knew,

Although she's dressed up, to the night,

At sixes and sevens with you.

"I had to let it happen,

I had to change, Couldn't stay all my life down at heel,

Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun.

So I chose freedom,

Running around, trying everything new,

But nothing impressed me at all,

I never expected it too.

Don't Cry for me Argentina,

The truth is I never left you,

all through my wild days,

my mad existence,

I kept my promise,

Don't keep your distance."

Blaine was pretty sure he had stopped breathing for a couple of minutes. The voice was like an angel. With that, the song stopped, and Blaine was reminded of why he had come down here in the first place. He reluctantly left the doorway and headed down to Wes and David's room.

"He sounded like an angel, Wes!" Blaine said, pacing back and forth Wes' room. 'Wait, why didn't you go in?" Wes asked Blaine. "I couldn't just go in there, could I?" "Uh, yes you could." Wes said, raising his eyebrow. "You're an IDIOT, Blaine." "Now, honey, that is not the way you talk to your mother!" Blaine said, putting on his best parental voice. "SHUT THE HELL UP, MOM!" Wes shouted back. "Hey, No shouting!" The twins, Evan and Ethan had heard them arguing, and had brought out their Nerf guns. "Oh no." Blaine said. "RUN!" He screamed to Wes. 'Where?" Wes asked. "California, China, wherever you want, just RUN!" And with that, they ran away from the twins with their deadly guns, screaming all the way.

A/N: So? What did you think? Liked it? Hated it? Reviews would be nice! =D and the Twins are from Cp Coulter's Dalton.

I'll try to update again as soon as I can! Bye!

~Thenumberonefemalediva!