I never seem to be able to get anywhere with my other fics! but I decided to write this one after inspiration from friends and other fics so I hope you guys like it :) it's a glee fic and it's also Klaine! I just love to write Klaine...It's set in season two just as Kurt is transferring. So enjoy!

Kurt swallowed as he looked up at the large building with the big black painted gates out front. Surrounding the large middle building and the few surrounding buildings was a large concrete area that he assumed was just the courtyard. Kurt thought that in general it looked better than Mckinley but more academic and...well...posh. Grass parts round the edges of the courtard with a few patches of flowers and trees gave the place more colour. A Private School. Dalton. Kurt couldn't belive that it had came to this...he'd left everything he'd had back at Mckinley to come to here...to Dalton.

"rt...Kurt?...Kurt!"

His dad's voice broke through his haze of thoughts enoguh so he'd raise his head to blink at his dad with a confused expression on his face.

"Are you okay buddy?...ready to go in?" Burt asked calmly and took a tentative step towards the gates.

Kurt nodded and followed his dad through the main gates. The whole thing looked bigger, and significantly more intimidating from the inside than when it did stood outside. His father lead him through the courtyard at a slow tentative pace and to the maine doors. Kurt found himself drumming his finger lightly against his thigh as they waited, for what seemed like ages, to be buzzed into the building by the receptionist. 'what if no one likes me? I could get bullied again...what if I'm odd to them or the only gay kid in the school' Kurt thought to himself worriedly.

'bbzzz'

The droning noise of the buzzer and Burt opening the creeky, oak and glass door once again interrupted his thoughts. Burt simply gave him a questioning look as he held the door open.

Kurt warily took a few steps forward and into the building where the heat surrounded him. He expected it to be cold and unfriendly because of the academic vibe but it was actually really welcoming and friendly!

"Hi! I'm Sally the head receptionist" A woman said brightly from where she stood infront of Burt and Kurt. She looked quite young...about 26 Kurt thought, with long straight blonde hair, a side fringe clipped to the side with a small purple clip, black thin framed glasses, a wide smile and wearing something that Kurt thought looked like it had come from the librarian style side of Rachel Berry's wardrobe.

"I'm guessing that you're the Hummels? Principal Fisher is expecting you about now..." Sally asked cheerfully.

Burt nodded and grunted in agreement "are we supposed to go in now?" he asked, sounding nervous. Quickly he glanced sideways at Kurt than turned his gaze back on Sally.

"Yes! Just right through here" Sally replied and briskly spun on her black high heels and strode down quite a wide coridoor.

Kurt and Burt followed her in silence and stopped behind her when they got to a door. There was a gold plaque underneath a little opaque window that read 'Principle Fisher' in darker deeply engraved writing. 'Fancy much? the whole school seems rather posh...but welcoming...it might not be behind closed doors' Kurt thought and bit his lip worriedly.

Sally knocked on the door, bringing Kurt out of his thoughts and walked in confidently.

"Principle Fisher...sorry to bother you but the Hummels are here now" Sally told the man behind the desk cheerfully.

She steppeed aside and gestured for Burt and Kurt to go in. Kurt walked in slowly and sat down in one of the two seats infront of the desk, his dad Burt in the other.

The man that sat in front of them behind was quite an old man but he had a full head of grey hair. Small black framed glasses that were slightly rounded and circular sat on the brisge of his nose but despite his academic and strict look he was smiling warmly, his hands entwined and lay upon the desk infront of him.

Sally nodded politely before exiting the room, the door closing with a click.

"So...Burt Hummel is it?" Principle Fisher asked genuinely.

"Umm...yeah and as I said over the phone this is my son Kurt Hummel" Burt replied lounging slightly in the chair.

Kurt narrowed his eyes with his signature glare and smacked his dad on the shoulder. Burt immediately sat up straight and smiled slightly.

"Sorry Kurt.." he mumbled lightly "So Principle Fisher..."

"Call me Alan" The aged man replied smiling warmly.

"Is there a place for Kurt here at Dalton?" Burt questioned tentatively.

"Yes there is a place for Kurt here...There just so happened to be an opening in one of the single dorms. It's a room without a room mate so Kurt would room there by himself. It's as you requested luckily ."

"Call me Burt"

"Burt...I'll keep that in mind" he smiled warmly again "I've sorted all the paperwork out for the immediate, emergency transfer here to Dalton. Would you like a tour of the school Kurt?" Principle Fisher asked and turned his gaze to Kurt.

Kurt squirmed under the principles gaze, an uncomfortable and pained expression spreading across his pale face. He fiddled with the end of his thick scarf that was round his neck and shifted in his seat.

"oh...um Kurt doesn't talk" Burt told Principle Fisher with a slightly angry tone to his voice.

"Oh...he's deaf?" the principle asked, confused.

"No...he physically can't...he's a mute" Burt replied "I'll explain later after the tour?" a questioning tone to his voice.

"Oh..I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you" he glanced at Kurt who smiled softly and shook his head.

"Yes! the tour. let's go now while classes are still in" Principle Fisher rose from his seat and strode easily towards the door, manouvering round his desk and the two chairs. he patted Kurt on the shoulder as he passed and Kurt clearly flinched away.

Burt stood up "it's okay..." he murmured to Kurt and followed the principle out of the door and down the coridoor.

As they walked through the halls ,with classes full of students on either side and lockers against the walls, Kurt eyed the amazing grand decor of the building. It almost looked antique with how much detail each window, door, carpet, laminite flooring and rooms had within them. There was pieces of art work on canvases neatly put up on walls with descriptive plaques underneath every so often. The principle explained everything to Burt as they walked along, Kurt eying everything warily and taking in his surroundings. He kept a mental note of things as he walked behind his father.

"Well that's pretty much it" Principle Fisher told them as he turned to face them and they stopped in the middle of a hall way with lockers and classroms either side. he smiled warmly at them both "Classes are about to be dismissed and I'll get one of the boys to show you around is that okay? they're very trustworthy boys and we have a strict no bullying policy here at Dalton. Everyone enforces it with one hundred percent commitment and enthusiasm"

Kurt nodded smiling slightly and promptly the bell rang. Kurt eyes widened immediately as students clad in black blazers with red zig zag piping spilled out of the classrooms. Some quietly walking on, shouldering their bags and others talking animatedly to their peers. Kurt's head snapped round warily in each direction but when lockers began to get opened and slammed shut, he lost it. He let out a breathy squeak, as he obviously couldn't scream, and literally threw himself into his dad's arm. He clung onto anything he could grab onto, his dads jacket, his arm or even skin, clutching onto it like his final lifeline.

Burt simply held onto his son until few were left in the halls and Kurt was finaly able to take a tentative step back, look round, calm himself and smooth down his hair.

"Erm...I hope I'm not interrupting anything...Ala...I mean Principle Fisher you said somthing about showing a new student round the dorms and helping out and stuff?" a voice spoke up from behind Kurt. The voice was lower than Kurt's own but still sounded as smooth as velvet and rather melodic.

Kurt turned so he could see the boy who had spoken up. He was shorter than Kurt with seemingly curly hair, but it looked to be kept down by masses of hair gel and product. Kurt smiled lightly at this. Unruly hair usually made him mentally laugh. The boy was of course wearing the navy, blackish coloured blazer with the red zig zag piping and the Dalton Academy logo. To complete the outfit he was wearing dark grey trousers and had a brown leather bag hung over his shoulder, though because of his height the actually bag itself hing round just below the dark haired boy's waist.

Blaine seeemed to blink hard as Kurt turned round the face him, but soon a warm smile spread across his face.

"Oh yes! Blaine this is Kurt Hummel our new transfer..." Principle Fisher said stepping forward on the other side of Kurt, his dad being on the other side. "Kurt this is Blaine Anderson...I think you'll find he's in the majority of your classes.

Kurt nodded taking in all the new information just as two other boys appeared from the classroom Blaine had come from.

"Damn...that new maths teacher is mean! I mean c'mon! who gives us double homework to do for tommorow..." A black boy exclaimed to his friend as they walked over to Blaine's side.

"I know...I mean I'm gonna have to stay up and drink masses of coffee to finish it.." The Asian looking boy replied in agreement.

Kurt put a hand over his mouth to stifle a breathy giggle. All he could manage.

Blaine rolled his eyes, finally pulling them away from Kurt and looked at the other two boys.

"Seriously guys? I told you we were helping out a transfer and you come out moaning about Mr Hayes? you're gonna scare him already!" Blaine, Kurt thought his name was anyway, told them both whilst sounding exasperated.

"Sorry...but seriously...Tommorow!" The dark skinned boy complained to Blaine adding empasis in the word tommorow.

"I agree..." The asian boy agreed.

Blaine rolled his eyes at them both before speaking.

"This is Wes.." he said gesturing to the asian "And this is David..." he said gesturing to the black boy. "Alot of the time they might as well be attatched at the hip" he explained to Kurt who once again stifled a breathy giggle.

Wes and David exchanged confused expressions. Principle Fisher noticed this and stepped forward.

"I was wondering if you boys would take care of Kurt for me for the next week or so?...show him around the dorms, make sure he's not lonely...be a friend for him." Principle Fisher asked but it was more of telling than asking. The boys didn't seem to mind this though and just smiled and nodded.

"Also...Kurt doesn't talk. I'm sure he has his own ways of communicating with people" The Principle then glanced at Burt and Kurt. Kurt fiddled with his ever present scarf and the Burt nodded.

"Yeah...he has a drywipe board that he usually has in his bag and us guys at home know a bit of simple sign language so he doesn't have to write all the time...Writing would be fine though" Burt said and Kurt simply noddd in agreement.

He signed something slowly to Burt. After a few seconds Burt looked up "He said that's fine"

"Well Blaine, Wes David I'm trusting you to take care of Kurt and show him where everything is okay?" Principle Fisher asked, a serious expression over his face for once.

"Sure we got it" All three boys chimed at once. Completely in sync.

"Right well and I are going to sort out somethings in my office like paperwork so boys I'm giving you a pass out of lessons for the rest of the day to show Kurt round" The boys cheered in whispers at this and the principle just smiled "Kurt your class schedule for the week is in your room on the coffee table...everything you need is up there including uniform and your bag that was brought with you...Mr Hummel?" he asked and took a few steps down the hallway.

Burt turned to Kurt, smiling sincerely.

"See you at the weekend buddy...you got any problems then get principal fisher to call me...or you could even text me...or Finn cause Finn actually knows how to work a mobile phone" Burt said and laughed.

Kurt stifled another breathy giggle and only flinched slightly, but still noticeably, when Burt pulled him in for a hug. Before he knew it his dad was waving goodbye and had disappeared down the hall way with principle fisher.

"So..." Blaine said, his velvety voice interrupting Kurt's thoughts. "Welcome to Dalton"