Aaahhh! First FanFic!

So, welcome to this short fic. It's based off of CP Coulter's 'Dalton'. Not sure where it starts off, maybe the start of Episode 4.

Anyway, I leave you with 'Waterworks'.

(I do not own glee, or Dalton)

WATERWORKS

Kurt woke early that morning to what sounded like a small building collapsing, followed by various male screams and angry footsteps running past his oak door.

"Tweedles" He muttered in his 'morning voice' (as Dwight had called it while running down he Windsor halls, shouting to anyone that would listen about possession and holy water.)

Kurt pushed himself up slightly and glanced around at the coffee cups settled in curious places throughout his new dorm room. He casually reached his cold arm out to the left and wrapped his smooth fingers around the Thermos cup he knew was Blaine's. It was set down on his bedside table, unlike the other teacups and overflowing mugs which had been crammed into various drawers, and forced into places far too disguised for Kurt to find (until he put his perfectly manicured fingers into the cold, brown liquid which Kurt relied on when Tabitha decided to 'visit', of course).

He took a sip, blushing as he realised how close Blaine must have been, and thinking about how he had observed him sleeping. He was thinking about the dream he had been having as a grey cloud of dust floated slowly in through the open window, settling on everything in the room as a fine brown/black powder.

He took another sip of coffee, picking up his phone as he trudged out of his door, prepared for the worst.

But what he didn't expect was the sight of two blond haired twins speeding towards him shouting "Run, Alice! Run!".

At first he thought it was just a joke, as everyone in Dalton knew that the twins would usually be the danger the boys would be running from.

But as the twins ran on either side of Kurt, grabbing an arm each and knocking the warm coffee out of his hands, Kurt caught a glimpse of what they were running from.

Water. And lots of it. At first slowly seeping through the crack at the bottom of Dwight's door, before bursting the wood almost off of it's hinges, and streaming rapidly towards them.

The twins turned a sharp corner and burst into an unfamiliar room. Kurt turned around to face the the circle of boys, all in bedclothes, surrounding Dwight. He had a guilty look on his face, and Kurt almost felt sorry for him until he remembered what he had seen in the Windsor corridor almost seconds before.

"Okay Dwight" Blaine demanded, "What exactly did you do this time?"

AN: Hopefully I'll be able to write another short chapter tonight and update again tomorrow :) Reviews are like Kurt's Choc-Chip cookies. I think you get the catch ;D FLOO-POWDER-POWER FLOO-POWDER-POWER!