Chapter 2
(FINALLY)
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Kurt found himself in a dark forest. He was running but he didn't know why. The trees around him melted to a blur of green and brown. What was happening? What's going on? Kurt tried to stop for he did not know what he was running from, but his legs seemed to have a mind of their own. He was exhausted. His muscles were tensing; he was breathing hard and he was in cold sweat. Kurt was terrified. He was all alone in the forest; no one could help him. A loud deep sound roared from behind him. Someone or something was chasing him. He was drenched in adrenaline. He picked up pace but the sound just grew louder and louder. Whatever he was running from was catching up, drawing close. Because his mere curiosity and the rush of adrenaline in his veins, Kurt did the biggest mistake of turning his head around to see the creature he was running from. The creature was twice as big as Kurt, It looked mean and rugged. It was all a blurry mess, Kurt couldn't see the face but he was almost certain in had an oddly familiar varsity jacket on. It all happened so fast. He saw the large angry being staring straight into his eyes and Kurt's legs failed on him and the next thing he knew, he was falling. He was falling endlessly into a dark blurry abyss leading to nowhere. Kurt moved his arms endlessly through the air trying to regain balance when he heard someone say his name. "Kurt" a muffled voice said. Kurt tried to see where the voice was coming from while free falling into nothingness. "Kurt!" the voice came again with some urgency. Kurt could feel his heart pounding; could it be the beast that was chasing him? "Kurt!" it came again.
"Kurt! ... Kurt! Get up!"
Kurt opened his eyes and was glad to see his dad standing beside his bed shaking him awake.
It was just a dream. It was all just a dream.
"Kurt! Come on! You're gonna be late! We've already put your bags in the car! Today is the day." Burt said with a little sadness in the tone.
Kurt's heart was beating fast, still hung-over from the nightmare he just had but he followed his father's orders anyway.
He got up, got dressed, fixed his hair, went down and got in the car. Kurt started making a mental checklist of the things he might have forgotten and that's when flipped out. Burt was about to lock the door when - "Wait!" Kurt shouted. "What?" Burt replied, alarmed. He ran through the door and up to his room in a flash. He picked up the purple frame sitting beside his bed and cursed himself for forgetting it.
It was a picture of his glee club.
Kurt and Mercedes were comparing outfits, Brittany and Mike were busting out grooves, Rachel and Finn were debating about song choice and Mr. Shuester was sitting next to Tina, trying to convince her that wearing spike studded bracelets aren't very safe during the numbers. A regular day. They were all just goofing off when Principal Figgins came in to take a picture for archives or what not and Kurt asked for a copy a few weeks after and framed it. He kept this picture as a sign of hope, a sign of acceptance. His glee club was like his family; they loved him and cared about him even if he was gay. It didn't really matter. To them, being different wasn't anything to be ashamed of, in fact it's what brings them all Glee Club was his family. Kurt kept that photo to remind him that there will always be people in this cruel mean world that will love him and accept him for who he was; that all hope is not lost.
Kurt ran back down with the frame in hand. "I would have never forgiven myself if I left this." He muttered under his breath. "What was that all abou-" Burt stopped himself when he saw the frame in his son's hands. He locked the door, got in the car and they took off.
The trip to Dalton was long and quiet. Neither Burt nor his son spoke. Why? There was nothing to say. They both hated the fact that Kurt had to go to some stupid reform school; the fact the Dalton was hours away and the fact that he was going there for something that wasn't his fault. They've been talking about this whole thing for days and days but now that the time has finally come, there was really nothing to be said, no way out.
Hours later, as the car drew closer to the school ground, Kurt's eyes grew bigger.
"Oh wow" Kurt said, Flabbergasted.
The school was thrice as big McKinley and could have been easily mistaken as a suburban take on the white house. The garden was so green, it was as if it was painted on. Every inch of the school was filled with amazing architecture; wherein modern styles clashed with the classic. It looked more like a school for preppy rich boys rather that a holding place for Ohio's most out of shape kids.
"Welcome to Dalton, Kurt" Burt said trying to hide the slight fear in his voice.
They parked their car and went inside a building. The halls we're empty. Classes were probably going on.
After passing through what seemed like thousands of never ending hallways, Burt finally halted in front of two large doors that had a silver plate that read "Head Master's Office" Kurt took a deep breath and walked in.
The Headmaster's name was Mr. Sullivan. Willard Sullivan. He had a kind, even handsome face. His hair was grey with little streaks of black. He was eminent but gentle.
Mr. Sullivan gave an orientation about Kurt's classes, the school's facilities and all that other crap. Kurt was entering the school in the middle of the school year which meant he had to catch up with the lessons and the home works. He also said that he is to be excused from his first class because he was going to use that time to bring his things up to his dorm room and get as settled in as one can in an hour.
"...Have a pleasant stay here in Dalton, Mr. Hummel." Along with a folder of all the things Kurt needed to know and remember, Mr. Sullivan gave them the most reassuring smile he could possibly make. Although based on the tone of his voice and the look on his face, Kurt new that his stay here would be anything but pleasant. He was in a reform school after all.
They left the room and went back to the car to get Kurt's luggage. They stood near the car just in front of Kurt's new school.
"Here you go, son." They looked at each other and forced smiles.
This was it.
Burt had to go. Kurt had to stay. He was miles away from Home, miles away from McKinley; Miles away from the life he knew.
Burt would've wanted to help Kurt settle in, but Mr. Sullivan did say he had about an hour to do so and he'd have to go straight to class right after. Burt pulled his son into a long tight hug and they both tried to stop the tears from falling freely into each other's shoulders.
"I'll miss you dad." Kurt muttered.
"I'll miss you too, Kurt." Burt said.
Finally, they let go of each other and Kurt slowly made his way back to the building.
Burt stared at the ground as he was slowly being filled with the bitter taste of guilt and deep regret. It was harder than He expected; watching his son walk into reform school. But he couldn't do anything to stop it and that was the worst part. He felt terrible.
Why did I let this happen? How did I let this happen? What could I have done? Kurt doesn't deserve any of this. Kurt doesn't belong here. Kurt is a good kid, He's innocent. I know it.
He looked up and saw Kurt just a few steps away from the door. Kurt turned and mouthed "I love you, Dad.". Burt watched his son take the few steps and disappear through the wooden doors of Dalton Academy Reform School.
Kurt was finally alone. The moment He dreaded the most was finally at hand, He was in a school for bullies, jocks, jerks and worse.
Did Kurt just enter the dark forest he dreamt of? Was this Dalton the 'dark forest'?
Kurt wasn't sure of anything. All he knew was that his stay here at Dalton wouldn't a walk in the park; it would be more like a slow crawl through a minefield on a stormy night in the midst of the apocalypse. He took a deep breath and made his way through the labyrinth that was Dalton academy halls to find his new dorm room.
Kurt Hummel, Welcome to the forest.
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