This is my first time writing a Glee fic, so I hope you enjoy it. :)

Disclaimer: Most all of the OC characters are from CP Coulter's Dalton, I don't in any way own them or Glee.

Kurt Hummel didn't exactly expect his first day at a brand new school to be easy. He just transferred to Dalton Academy; an all-boys boarding school. What with Karofsky's never-ending tormenting he had no choice. Kurt came home Thursday from school quite shaken up from an event that had happened earlier in the day.

-Thursday: Around noon-

Karofsky had pushed Kurt into his locker, once again, but this time instead of letting him get away with it Kurt chased after him. He ran into the locker room after Karofsky and confronted him. Kurt had had quite enough of the constant teasing and harassing, so he let him know just that. As Karofsky's ignorance grew, Kurt's anger did also. And then out of the blue, Karofsky does the one thing Kurt least expects from him. He tries to kiss him. Shocked, Kurt pushed him away and started heading out of the locker room. Before he made it to the door Karofsky shouted, "Hey! Tell anybody and you're dead." Horrified, Kurt hurried out of there as quickly as he could without looking back. He spent the rest of the school day hiding out in a state of constant paranoia, in fear he would come after him.

The moment Kurt got home is when he began his research. As much as he hated the thought of it, he needed to leave McKinley. He went downstairs to his bedroom, grabbed the laptop off of his dresser, and sat down on his bed. Opening up Google, Kurt typed in the first thing that came to mind. Dalton Academy. Mr. Schuester mentioned a couple days ago that they were one of the groups New Directions would be competing against at Sectionals. The website was the first thing to pop up on the results page, so he clicked it and began reading. Kurt looked at all information possible: background history, intuition cost, directions to, and the most recent student handbook –which included school rules, one of which being a zero-tolerance bullying policy. Kurt let out a breath of relief in discovering that fact. That's exactly what I need. The final thing he came across was a decent sized section on their glee club; The Warblers. It talked mainly about the background on them, stated that they are an a capella group, and that any student is able and encouraged to audition.

Kurt smirked to himself. This place sounds amazing. After thoroughly reading every page on the website and student handbook, Kurt laid back on his bed with a sigh. Sure, the intuition wasn't exactly cheap, but that wouldn't be a problem. Kurt's father, Burt, owned a very successful car repair business that branched out to a few locations in the surrounding states, as well as Ohio.

After his dad got home that night Kurt talked to him about transferring, trying his hardest to not give an exact reason why. Kurt just didn't want his dad to worry about him. He used all of his knowledge he had learned from his research on the school, and answered every question asked. Burt finally agreed, since all he wants is to see Kurt happy. They made the arrangements for Kurt's transfer to begin the next day.

-Present time: Friday morning-

The glee club at McKinley was upset with Kurt's sudden news of transferring. They all knew of how Karofsky had been treating him, but nobody knew about his recently trying to kiss Kurt and the death threat that followed after. Although not very happy, they all understood it was for Kurt's safety and happiness.

Kurt spent about half an hour at McKinley that morning saying his goodbyes to friends and cleaning out his locker.

"Text me any time you want to. And I'll come back every other weekend or so." He'd told Mercedes after giving her a tight hug.

"I will, but you better text me too. I need to hear all about your new school and what the guys are like." She'd grinned at Kurt in return, and then he left.

After he was finished, his dad drove him out to Dalton to get things set up. It was about an hour and a half drive, and Kurt was nervous on the way there. Since Westerville is so far away from Lima, Kurt offered to just board at Dalton, instead of having to travel back and forth every day. He figured that he would be assigned his room today, so Kurt packed along a few suitcases of his clothes and personal items he may need within the next couple of days.

The meeting with Dean Ramsey to complete Kurt's transfer and get all of his information took about a half an hour. He had been told to meet somebody named Charlie in Windsor house, and he would show Kurt to his room.

"You sure you don't need me to walk you there?"

"I can find it, dad. And I'm sure whoever Charlie is will help me if I need anything."

"Alright well be safe, son." Burt said, looking concerned.

"I will. I'm sure everything will be fine." Kurt smiled in reassurance.

"And don't forget to call if you need anything and I'll be right here."

Kurt sighed, "I will, I promise."

"Oh, and-"

"Dad please, will you stop worrying? I'll be fine." He tried not to sound too anxious. "I just really want to go and get settled in. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, I guess you're right." Burt sighed. "I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too, dad." Kurt set down the suitcases he had in both hands, and gave his dad a long and tight hug before he left.

Sighing, Kurt picked his bags back up, and headed in the direction Dean Ramsey told him was Windsor house. All of the buildings here looked ancient, yet beautiful at the same time. If this is just the outside I wonder what the inside will be like. Kurt finally stepped up to the building and saw somebody in a school uniform waiting for him just outside the top steps by the door. He was about the same height at Kurt, with brown hair that wasn't too short or too long, and he was a little more bulked up than Kurt.

As Kurt approached, he noticed the boy examining him, and eyeinghis suitcases. "You must be Kurt." He beamed a bright smile. "Dean Ramsey told me to meet you here. I'm Charlie Amos, Windsor house prefect."

Kurt smiled and nodded at Charlie. "That I am. It's nice to meet you, Charlie." He decided he seemed nice enough, but Kurt isn't one to easily trust others. "So this is Windsor house then?"

"Yeah, this is it." Charlie nodded. "And I might as well warn you now that things can get a little… Crazy sometimes." He added, with a grin that made Kurt a little uneasy.

"Crazy?" Kurt raised an eyebrow. He was sure whatever craziness they had here couldn't possibly be that bad. Not compared to his two sisters at home or McKinley anyway. Nonetheless, he wasn't at all worried.

Charlie laughed at the expression on Kurt's face. "Let me go over a few things. There are three houses here on campus: Stuart, Hanover, and Windsor. Stuart students are the kind of people who study all night and basically have coffee flowing through their blood 24/7. They don't exactly get along with us. Or us with them for that matter. It's a long going feud. Hanover, on the other hand, is completely fine with us. They get along well with everybody and stay out of school drama." Charlie paused for a minute, letting Kurt take all of this new information in.

Kurt nodded. "I see… So then, what about Windsor?"

Charlie sighed, as if he wasn't exactly looking forward to letting Kurt know about his own house. "Windsor is the main source of everything that is crazy at Dalton. Most everyone who boards here has some kind of quirk about them. I would say that I'm pretty normal though, unless you count losing my mind on a daily basis over all of the stunts that get pulled. To be honest, it sometimes feels like I'm living in the circus." He paused. "I hope I'm not starting to make you second guess staying here."

Kurt laughed, and Charlie gave him a questioning look. "Oh no, not at all. I guess I'm just used to some craziness and not-so-normal behaviors from people. Besides, I'm sure I'll get used to anything that comes my way sooner or later."

The look on Charlie's face was one of amusement. "Well then, I guess we'll see about that." He gestured for Kurt to follow him as he opened the large wooden door that led inside Windsor.

There was instant madness everywhere that you look. Students in uniforms were running up and down the stairs, a small group in the corner of the large room singing, people yelling at each other, and a pair of identical blond hair and blue eyed boys running around with some type of gun chasing after a few other students who were protesting as they ran.

As the door closed, the twin boys glanced up from behind the railing on the second floor and noticed Kurt standing next to Charlie taking the sight of everything in. They glanced at each other, back at Kurt, and back at each other before both of them smiled a wicked grin and ran down the hall.

"Wow... Is it always this... Busy?" That didn't quite seem like the right word to use, but Kurt was too surprised by everything that was happening. From the outside, Windsor house seemed calm - normal even. He hadn't been anticipating anything so rambunctious.

"If by busy you mean crazy, then yes." Charlie let out a laugh. "Except for night time. Most everybody is sleeping then. Come on, I'll show-"

His sentence was cut off by a loud noise coming from down the hall that made Kurt jump.

Charlie groaned. "Not again... Hey Tweedles!" He yelled moving towards the stairs.

Confused, Kurt followed after. About five seconds later those two identical boys showed up at the top of the staircase, this time without any guns. "You called for us?" They both said in unison, heading down the stairs. Noticing Kurt, their smiles grew wider.

"Can you show Kurt here to his room? I need to take care of something." He took off down the hallway before turning back and adding. "He's rooming with Reed, and don't mess with him too much!"

The three boys watched Charlie disappear down the hallway. When Kurt turned back to face the twins, they were already staring at him. Kurt then noticed that they were the exact same height, which happened to be a few inches taller than him. Kurt stared back for a minute but neither of them said anything, they just kept glancing to each other and then back to Kurt. "…What?"

"Oh nothing." One of them said.

"You're just… Curious. That's all." Added the other.

The wide, identical Cheshire type grins on their faces made Kurt feel a little uneasy. He raised a brow at them, deciding not to verbally question what exactly they meant. But then he thought back, what had Charlie called them?

As if they could read his mind, the twin on the left stuck out his hand. "I'm Evan."

"And I'm Ethan." He glanced over to his brother before sticking his hand out to Kurt.

Kurt gestured to his full hands, and before he could protest the twins took their outstretched arms and grabbed Kurt by his wrists, leading him up the stairs.

"Whoa, what-"

"Don't worry, little Alice." Ethan grinned at Kurt.

"We're just showing you to your room." Added Evan, also grinning at the now confused boy.

"Alice?" Kurt couldn't possibly be any more confused right now. "And what did Charlie call you? "Tweedles"?"

They didn't have time to answer Kurt, seeing as they had stopped at a doorway in the hall. Both of them knocked briefly before just walking into the room.

"Dormouse?"

"We have a surprise for you."

The twins released Kurt and walked further into the room. It was significantly larger than Kurt's bedroom back in Lima. Two beds were set up on opposite sides of the room, and there were paintings all over the room lying on every surface. In the middle of the room a boy with brown eyes and a head full of strawberry blond curls laid on the ground. He glanced up from working on yet another painting at the sound of the door opening.

"What is it-" He noticed Kurt. "Oh. ...hi."

The boy sounded friendly, but a little unsure of himself. Kurt smiled at him. "Hi, I'm Kurt."

"I'm Reed." He stood up and headed to wash his paint covered hands.

"Charlie says he's your new roommate," Said the one Kurt thought to be Evan.

"But he was preoccupied, so we showed him up here." Added Ethan? He couldn't be sure.

Reed glanced hesitantly over his shoulder from the sink. "...roommate?"

"Don't worry, Dormouse!"

"I'm sure our Alice here will stick around for a while."

As Reed turned back around to finish washing his hands, Kurt looked at the twins with a confused expression on his face.

"Well we'll let you two get better acquainted." Ethan said, heading to the door.

"We'll be back later!" Evan said before they both disappeared and closed the door behind them.

Before Kurt could say anything he heard a loud thud noise come from the bathroom, followed by groaning. Kurt moved closer and saw Reed was on the ground.

"I'm okay! I- I'm fine. I just tripped... Again."

Kurt set down his suitcases and helped him up.

Reed, being at least five inches shorter, looked up at Kurt and smiled. "Thanks." He paused and looked around the room. "Oh, umm... Sorry about the mess. I didn't know you would be coming until, well... Now." Reed shrugged and headed over to one of the beds and started picking up the paintings.

"You don't sound too thrilled to have a roommate." Kurt raised an eyebrow at the boy.

"No! No it's not that, it's just that roommates for me don't usually last too long. I'm pretty clumsy and I guess people end up getting tired of it after a while."

Kurt looked at him sympathetically, and noticed he did have a few band aids and bruises here and there. "Well I'm not planning on going anywhere." He gave Reed a small smile in reassurance.

Reed smiled back at Kurt. "Thanks. Oh, and I hope Evan and Ethan didn't mess with you too much. They seemed to like you though."

"They didn't. I have twin sisters at home, so I'm used to some of the behaviors." Kurt sighed. Being away from home he would definitely miss them. Emily and Erica are a year younger than Kurt, and the three of them get along rather well. Since their mom died when they were at such a young age, Kurt had somewhat taken the place of a mother figure for them. "Oh, but what's with all of the nicknames?"

"It's just this thing that they do. If they like you or think you're interesting, then you get a nickname based off of Alice In Wonderland characters. I'm Dormouse, they're the Tweedles, and I guess you're Alice." Reed smiled innocently as he finished picking up the rest of the paintings. "Some of the other students have names too. Actually… I think now that they've named you they have all of the characters."

"So that must be why they said that I'm curious..." Kurt sat down on the couch and rolled his eyes.

"It's nothing bad... And besides, I'm sure it's better to be liked by the Tweedles than disliked. Oh, and that bed is yours." Reed pointed to the bed that was on the left side of the room.

After a minute, Kurt got up from the couch and went and got his suitcases to start unpacking- hanging up his clothes in the closet by his bed. So far he didn't think that things at Dalton were going to be too bad. The people he had met so far seemed nice enough. Charlie had mentioned that things can get a little crazy. But this is an all-boys private school, how crazy could things possibly get?