A/N: Hi and welcome. New fic and such. I promise that there will be a heavy focus on Kurt and Blaine in this fic… but I do kind of need to establish the twins and who they are and have them discover each other, etc. So the first couple of chapters the story is going to feel like it's more focused around them, but I'm trying to bring Kurt and Blaine into as much as possible.

I also want to make note that Lydia's thoughts on why she's at Dalton are entirely her own and how she feels about the whole situation. Just wanted to make sure that was clear :).

Disclaimer: I own none of this. I don't even think the 'girls being allowed at Dalton' is even all that original.

Lydia stared back at her sullen expression. She hated navy blue. Hated it. It was such a dull colour. Tacky too... why not go a few shades darker and just go black? At least black was a little classier and classic, and didn't clash with her blonde tipped hair as much.

She'd done her best with the uniform, but it was still awful. She'd taken the blazer in at the waist to give her body some sort of definition, had shortened the skirt to sit a little higher (that paired with the small-heel shoes made her legs look longer), and the tie... well, she'd tried to throw it out but her dad had caught her. Navy and red striped? It was so utterly school-uniform cliché, it made her nearly want to vomit.

There was a knock on the door and before she could respond her dad stuck his head into the room.

'Dad!' she exclaimed. 'How many times to I have to tell you, it's knock, wait for response, then come in. Not knock and come barging in straight away. I could have been naked.'

'Nothing I haven't seen before.' He shrugged.

'Ok, one, I know for a fact you haven't seen me undressed since I was five, and two, you're gay. Since when have you seen a naked woman?'

He shrugged. 'You'd be surprised how comfortable girls can be as soon as they know you're oogling their boyfriend's biceps and not their boobs.'

'Way TMI. That's gross.'

'You're telling me.' He made a face. 'Anyway, I came to see if you were ready, the car is packed with all of your stuff. You look stunning by the way.'

'The navy clashes with my hair.'

Her father shook his head. 'No, it doesn't. It brings out the blue in your eyes. You look...' he trailed off, his eyes going distant at a far off memory.

'What?'

He blinked and shook his head. 'Nothing, never mind. You look great. But we better get going.'

'You can still change your mind about sending me.' She gave him a hopeful look.

'Lyds, I told you, Dalton was some of the best years of my life. I want you to experience the same thing.'

'You didn't even graduate from there, you transferred.'

'If after a month you still really hate it we can have a look at some other schools.'

'That don't have uniforms.'

'We'll see.'

Lydia Anderson loved her father, she really did. It had been just the two of them her entire life so it was impossible for her to not love him dearly and thank her lucky stars that she got him as a dad and not someone else. But he just didn't get her need to express herself through clothing. Even though he wouldn't be caught dead out in public without a stupid bowtie ('leave them in the 1950's dad' she'd said a thousand times), he just didn't seem to get it. That was her biggest protest to being sent away to Dalton. Second was that it was a boarding school. She kind of resented that too. She didn't want to share a room with a stranger; she didn't want to be away from her dad for weeks at a time. She never told him this, but she cried the night he told her she was going to go there. It felt like he'd just had enough of her and wanted to just get rid of her. It hadn't escaped her attention he'd attempted to date more recently (he kept calling them business meetings, but who has business meetings at 7pm on a Friday night?), it was kind of obvious he didn't want his sixteen year old daughter hanging around ruining his game.

She was happy he was dating. She just didn't get why that meant getting rid of her. She'd always been able to tell he was a bit lonely. He didn't talk about his past much, but her uncle told her that when he was a teenager he'd had a quote 'epic' romance with someone. They'd actually been married. And it was how she came to be about (or adopted, she supposed, she didn't look much like her dad at all, he'd never out rightly said it and it didn't bother her, it was just fairly obvious that she was). She didn't know exactly why the other man hadn't wanted anything to do with her after the divorce (it wasn't like she remembered him, she'd been about six months old at the time). But she didn't care. She just knew she needed to find a way to let her dad know she was ok with him dating again if meant he'd be happier. He didn't need to send her away.

The two hour drive to Westerville went by in silence, only the sound of radio filled the car. They didn't talk at all. They pulled into the car park and Lydia glanced over to see a stupid, sappy grin on her dad's face.

'What's with the dopey look?' she asked him.

'What?' He looked over at her. 'Oh nothing... I just have a lot of memories here. That's all.'

'Ok... whatever.'

'Come on, let's go.' The excited smile didn't leave his face as he all but jumped out of the car and bounded to the admin office.

Lydia rolled her eyes and quickly followed after him.

'Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson, this is my daughter Lydia. She's a new student.'

The receptionist's eyes went wide. 'Wait, Blaine Anderson, as in... lead singer of The Warblers circa 2010?'

'Uh... yes,' He blushed. 'That's me.'

Lydia stared at him. 'Who areyou?'

'You're a legend here.' The young woman gasped. 'The Warblers are still trying to their 'new Blaine Anderson'. You've gone down in history.'

'That uh, that's flattering. Anyway, um, my daughter here is boarding so...'

'Oh! Oh yes, of course. Ok, let me just print off your class schedule for you, and a map. And Cameron will be here in a minute to show you to your room. Most boarding students came yesterday to settle in, but today is also a half day, starting from third period onwards to let the students still just arriving to day get their things in order.' She looked at Blaine. 'Because allthe girls are new this year we've enlisted some of our more responsible senior boys to show the girls around the place when they arrive. I hope that's ok. The staff are just too busy to do it.'

'If you trust them I'm sure they're upstanding gentlemen.'

'Dalton produces the best, you of course would know that.'

Blaine gave her a polite smile, while Lydia stood there blatantly rolling her eyes. He elbowed his daughter in the arm and gave her a stern look.

'Miss Carington? I'm here to show the new student around.' A seventeen year old boy stepped into the office. His uniform looked firmly pressed, and in place, and his hair was immaculate. He had a bright smile of his face and Blaine couldn't help but grin. Dalton boys were exactly the same now as they were twenty years ago.

'Oh yes, excellent. Cameron, this is Blaine Anderson,' a little thrill ran through her voice as she said his name. 'And his daughter, Lydia.'

'Mr Anderson, absolute pleasure to meet you. You're a legend.' Cameron gripped Blaine's hand in a firm handshake. 'And Lydia, I sincerely hope you enjoy it here, it's a big change, allowing girls here for the first time. But I say embrace change, it's a good thing, no point being stuck centuries in the past. Have you got your things? Let's show you to your room.'

'Her things are in the car, I was hoping we could get them along the way?'

'Yes, of course.'

She'd only packed one suitcase (it was a big suitcase though) and a small duffle bag. Considering 90% of the time she'd be wearing the school uniform, she'd only packed a small portion of her wardrobe. Plus she'd be going home for the weekend in a couple of weeks, she could bring more clothes back then. She followed quietly behind her dad and Cameron as they chatted about Blaine's 'glory days' as the lead singer of the school's a capella group. Music was where her dad was most disappointed in her. He lived for it... she couldn't care less. As long as it was an up tempo beat and fun to dance to she was good. She didn't care for performing, or playing music. She'd had piano lessons for three years and hated every second of it.

They walked through the school, down a winding staircase, through more of the school, until they were back outside and heading towards a nearby building. Her dad turned to her.

'What do you think so far Lyds?'

She shrugged. 'It's kind of what Hogwarts would look like if it wasn't a castle, and was in America... and actually existed.'

'And like Hogwarts there are many magical things here at Dalton.'

Lydia frowned at her dad and decided that not commenting was the better option.

'These are the girls' dorms. It's brand new, so all the facilities should be in tip-top condition.'

'Wonderful.' Lydia muttered.

Cameron opened the door and let them in.

'Usually there'll be a strict no male policy in place, and vice-versa with the boys dorms. However myself and a select few others have special permission for yesterday and today to show you new kids around.'

The building had a long narrow corridor, with a flight of stairs up at the end. They followed Cameron down the corridor until they stopped at a room with a brass '6A' on it. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. 'Inside were two beds against either wall, one was white and plain, the other had a floral print bed cover on it, as well as a half empty suit case sitting, open on top. But there was no one in the room.

'It appears your roommate is out for the moment. Well, this is it, you have your schedule right?'

She nodded.

'Good, good. I'll leave you to it then. There'll be a meeting for all the girls boarding tonight in the auditorium, where they'll give you more of a rundown of things. In the meantime feel free to find me for any questions you might have and I hope you enjoy it here at Dalton.'

'Aright then.'

'Great to meet you Cameron.'

'You too Mr Anderson, wait til the boys hear I met you, they'll be so excited.'

He left shortly after that. Lydia threw her bag down onto her bed and sighed. 'Please do not tell me everyone here is like that.'

'Like what?'

'All... chirpy and happy all the time. It gives me a headache.'

'Lydia,' Blaine sighed and sat down on the bed next to her. 'Please tell me you'll try and enjoy yourself here?'

She looked at him before leaning her head against his shoulder. 'I'll make an attempt.'

'Thank you. I promise you, this school can be really great.'

She didn't respond.

'Just give it a chance.'

'I will. I just... I'll try to.'

'And you'll call me everyday.'

'Every single one.'

'Good.' Blaine wrapped his around her shoulders and she quickly responded by hugging him tightly around the waist. 'I'd love to stay to help you get settled in but I couldn't get the afternoon off work.'

'Call in sick.'

'I can't. I have to go. But... I'll see you in couple of weeks.'

She nodded against his shoulder. 'I'll miss you daddy.' She whispered quietly.

'I'll miss you too honey. So much.' He kissed the top of her head and got up from the bed. Lydia just let herself fall so she was lying sideways. She waited until she heard him close the door behind him.

'Then why are you leaving me here?'

A/N: If you like it let me know and leave a review, they make me happy.