Authors note:Oooh thank you soo much for clicking on my link :D That makes you an awesome person! So basically this was playing in my head when I was working on my other fic and to be honest I'm incredibly impressed with the first bit of this because normally I'm really bad at descriptions… :/ and anyway this is set just before Kurt meets Blaine in Season 2 and it takes a different turn from there… If it's really that confusing and you want to ask me something I'm on tumblr!
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Chapter 1

The new arrival

The last thing I remember was the sound of gunshots.

Kurt jolted awake in a dazed instant, immediately scanning his surroundings. He ripped back the sheets, lugging himself up and surveying the room cautiously.

He didn't have that natural feeling.

A picture of a boat hung on the wall, a thousand thrashing waves caught in one still image.

The wallpaper seemed out of date and prone to coming loose at the edges, revealing a second layer of some different pattern beneath where it had been replaced on the top of the old stuff. The bed was four poster and appeared out of place for the state of the room even thought it was moderately larger than his own at home. Apart from that it had a small side draw with a modern-ish lamp sat on top.

Though it seemed like a moth version of World War Three had happened there and was still on-going.

He turned his nose up to it.

The rest of the room was bare, just a brown door and a stream of light piercing a small window with half drawn curtains.

He blinked and rubbed at his forehead, stifling a groan when he fingers traced the cut that had once been, now covered by stitches.

Where am I?Though it seemed a pretty stupid question to ask himself, he still did ask.

It was as if the more he asked the same question over and over again, the more likely he would remember anything that had happened. Something. Anything.

When in actual fact it just became rhetorical.

He approached the window cautiously and subtly drew back the rest of the material.

He could have slapped himself at the sight he saw.

It was a garden. But no ordinary grass and patio estate, a real proper flower garden.

His jaw fell open a little. He had seen this before, but where or when he could not answer.

A colour theme ran throughout the garden of white, purple and blue with, every now and again, a hint or a splash of yellow and gold.

Oak trees were present and an exotic looking blue plant, beginning to flower, was snaking its way up a green lattice fence. Kurt marvelled at the beauty of it.

"Oh my," he breathed as he caught sight of a bed of bluebells and snowdrops.

Completely forgetting the situation he was in; he smiled.

Then the lock on the door turned from the outside and the boy was brought thrashing and screaming right back into reality. He swallowed hard, preparing himself, and turned towards the noise.

It opened inwards and Kurt had to do a double take at the women standing in the doorway, with her sleek brunette hair securely fastened by clips into a bun. She was beautiful.

Her elegant blue eyes were dressed with a thin black pair of Calvin Klein glasses that contrasted with the pale, snow like skin beneath, her gaunt cheeks graying. She raised a brow in askance.

"Kurt Hummel?"

He nodded in response and she opened a clip board that had been balancing in her arm.

Her eyes scanned down the page and they darted left to right through what must have been paragraphs and paragraphs of writing. Kurt folded his arms across his chest and pulled the grey cardigan tighter around him. He then lowered his head in thought, what could they want with me?

The clipboard snapped shut and Kurt's head lashed up towards her, after what seemed like a lifetime and three quarters.

She kept her lips a firm line and said, "Follow me," before exiting the room.

Kurt just blinked.

"Well?" she called from down the hall, her high heels tapping against solid flooring. Kurt quickly put it upon his self to pursue the noise.

He struggled to keep up with her determined pace at first and tried his hardest to remain on her heels. After about ten minutes of silently 'walking' they came to a door. It was heavy and metal but the women pulled it open easily with two fingers. She waved an arm for Kurt to enter, he did so and she followed in behind, checking the coast before pulling the door closed again.

Kurt suddenly felt so much warmer than he had before in that dated room with the garden outside.

"Take a seat," the woman instructed and Kurt obeyed slipping into one of two empty seats behind a glass desk.

Clacking her feet again the brunette walked around and took the seat opposite.

Kurt examined the white, padded room and, quite honestly, he felt he was being commissioned or checked into rehab or something.

A shudder was sent down his spine and it was only now that these questions began flooding his mind.

Where am I?

Who is this woman?

Where are my friends?

Where's my family?

Why am I even here?

The room was smaller than the one he had been asleep in and had no windows, the only light being filtered from a long bulb above the pair. The woman pulled the grips out and tumbles of brunette locks fell down that reached her breast.

"Are you hungry, thirsty?"

Kurt raised his head to the woman who was awaiting and asked slowly, "Who are you and where are we?"

"That's not an answer," she narrowed her eyes, "I asked you if you were hungry or not."

A beat. "I'm parched," he finally answered. "Now would you be so kind as to tell me who you are, where I am and why I'm here?"

She sniffed and eyed the boy up. She pulled herself out of her seat and made her way to a little fridge in the corner of the room, opening it and pulling out a bottle of still spring water.

"My name is Helen Valentine; you may call me Miss Valentine." She handed the bottle to Kurt.

"Well, you could call me Helen but if you did-" She winked and, for the first time, smirked. She pointed to Kurt, her thumb in the air and her hand making a gun shape. "-let's just say I'll sort you out." Her wrist flicked upwards.

Kurt winced and an unexpected feeling of unsettledness washed over him. He coughed awkwardly and Helen smirked again.

"What is this room?" he asked, his eyes still adjusting to the brightness.

Helen eyed the room and chewed on a grip whilst leaning back in her immaculate white chair.

"Thisis our secure room, Mr. Hummel," she dropped forward and rested her elbows on the desk. "-where we can talk to our students without fear of spies eavesdropping or particularly confidential issues getting out of the campus and spreading to muggles." A short laugh followed.

It was then that the boy started to worry about what he'd actually just been dropped into.

"Where am I, honestly, Miss Valentine?"

She watched him for a second before leaning back again.

"Mr. Hummel, I would like to welcome you to Dalton."

"Dalton?"

She rose from her seat and began to walk around the desk, arms folded behind her back.

"Dalton Academy, Mr. Hummel, we are a specialist school and here we specialise in Maths, Science and Self Defence."

Kurt blinked.

"-and, that is, of course including martial arts."

Kurt blinked again and she continued.

"We train young people from the ages of seven to nineteen to expand on their unknown talents and pursue them for the first time in the company of professionals. Most of our students have gone on to be government security, top assassins, leading scientist and even CIA agents."

"So what in the name of Gaga am I doing here?" Kurt demanded, raising his voice for the first time since he'd actually arrived here in the first place.

"Let me finish," she told him and he settled back into his seat.

"But, on top of all that, we train students in the art of brain power; we believe that everyone can master the art of telekinesis when they are properly trained, well educated and put their mind to it." Kurt was sure he saw a flash of gratitude in her eyes for about a millionth of a second.

He blanched.

"Telekinesis," he repeated. "Isn't it that thing where you move stuff just by thinking about it?"

Miss Valentine sighed and scraped her hair back off her face. "If you wanted to dumb it down, then yes." She fell back into her seat.

Kurt watched her tediously; she didn't seem as sophisticated as she did five minutes ago.

"But that still doesn't really explain why I'm here…"

She perked up. "Oh Kurt, your grades, they're marvelous! We think that you could go so far if you attended Dalton. Everything about you checks out and you qualify for a scholarship here, you have no family ties and your grades are fantastic, you-"

"Wait, wait, wait - What do you mean no family ties, what are you talking about? I have my dad."

"Oh," Helen suddenly realised she'd slipped. Her eyes widened behind the glass frames. "Kurt…" she exhaled sorrowfully."Your dad died."

Suddenly everything came crashing down on him all at once.

"I thought you knew, I thought you were there when it happened, no?"

Kurt shook his head and his eyes pricked with tears. "W-when?"

"Two nights ago."

They were coming out of a bar, having just celebrated Burt's birthday.

The birthday boy had his hand hooked around his wife's and his son walking next to him.

His step-son following behind grinning. It was a beautiful night, one of which were hard to come by nowadays.

"I just – just want you all to know," Burt began to tell them, drunk, with his arms wrapped around his family's shoulders. Carol took Finn's hand and gave it a squeeze, smiling at him.

"You mean the world to me, all of you. Okay? And I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Carol laughed and patted him on the chest. "You're drunk, Burt."

Burt grinned like crazy. "Only," a hiccup, "only a little!" and he pinched the air between his fingers.

The next thing was a blur of blue lights and sirens.

And that was where the memory ended.

"Kurt?"

Kurt's head snapped back up and he sniffed. He fought back the tears like he had after his mum died. He had to be strong for Burt then, he would be strong now.

"Where's Carol, where's Finn? Where are they? I want to see my family!" He rose from his seat abruptly and it went flying back, crashing into the wall. At least now he knew why it was padded.

"Kurt," Miss Valentine said calmly and sternly. "I would like you to sit back down."

"Not until I see my family!"

"Mr. Hummel!"

"No!" He fought back.

"You can't see them!"

"Why not?"

"They are dead!"

A frosty silence stunned the room and suddenly Kurt felt sick to his stomach.

"W-what?"

"They died Kurt. They died the same way your dad died. In the accident. You were the only survivor Kurt and there's nothing me or anyone else can change about that."

Kurt bit his fist, tears now streaming like rivers down his cheeks. "No."

Helen's face softened and she placed a hand on Kurt's arm. "I'm sorry Kurt, I really am. I wish I could do something, I really do."

"But there isn't anything you can do, is there?" He asked solemnly, a numb twitch flooding his upper and lower body, his toes curling in his boots.

"I'm afraid not,"

Kurt lowered himself in his seat again – after retrieving it from the other side of the room – and made a decision there and then. He bit his knuckle hard and wiped away the tears.

"What do I do?"

After about an hour Kurt was released from the room, his face blotchy and red, with a uniform in his hands. He'd been assigned a room and told that proper placement would be sorted tomorrow, but for now it was too late and that he should be getting some rest.

He made his way to the allocated room and when he got there he heard a crashing from inside.

He was stunned to the spot, rooted like a tree, scared what may lie ahead if he entered.

He took a deep breath and knocked a few times.

"Hello?" was the call from the inside before the door was pulled open and a blond curly haired boy appeared at the doorway.

"Can I help you?" he asked in a friendly tone but with a hint of confusion on the side.

Kurt just blinked before looking down at a slip of paper in his hand. "I was told I would be staying here, apparently –"

"You've been crying," he stated.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your face, it's all red and puffy, you've been crying haven't you?"

Kurt just blinked. "I uh - my family actually all died last night, I found out about an hour ago," he revealed and the boy just looked mildly shocked. It annoyed Kurt how uninterested he seemed. "So..."

He hummed and then smiled. "I'm Cassidy," he held out a hand.

"Kurt," Kurt took his hand and shook it. "Kurt Hummel,"

"I'm sorry for your loss, I would like to say I know what you're going through, but I never really had any parents to lose so…"

And the guilt struck. "Oh. I'm so sorry, I didn't realise…" and he hadn't. But when Miss Valentine said he checked out she did mentioned about having no family ties. Maybe it was the same with all the boys here. That's another thing he'd found out, Dalton was an all boy's school, apart from when the girls' school next door joined for the specialist classes.

They operated around a set schedule. Normal classes from eight to three and then specialised subjects from three to five. What she had also mentioned which had taken his interest, apparently some of the boys got together after all the classes had finished and formed a small choir. He was most definitely interested.

That's if he could even bring himself to sing anymore.

"Don't worry about it; I got over it ages ago." A smile brightened up his young looking features.

Kurt bit his lip. "Are all the boys here – I mean have they all lost their parents in someway?"

Cassidy seemed to think about this for a minute, his face returning blank.

"Yes, well in most cases, some have parents who work for the government and send their kids here, others have parents who came here when they were younger, but mostly the kids here are orphans," Kurt nodded sadly and headed in the room.

Cassidy side stepped to let Kurt in and closed the door after him.

He scanned the room and it looked normal, which seemed to contrast with the atmosphere in the place highly as it was definitely anything but.

There were two single beds in the far corner pushed together to make a double, a blue laptop lay on top of it and Cassidy watched with his arms folded and lips pursed as Kurt ran his finger along the crisp blue wallpaper.

A bedside table sat next to the bed and there was a mini fridge pushed into the corner.

Another door led to an en-suite bathroom.

Kurt's gaze fell on to the campus grounds outside and his lip quivered.

"Cassidy, what am I doing here?" he asked suddenly, turning to the blond, who seemed confused as to why his eyes were now filling with tears. "I'm so afraid." He turned to look back out the window. "I don't know what's going on and apparently my whole family is dead and I'm all… I'm all alone. I don't even remember how I ended up here or how – how they died, I – I just,"

He was lost for words and a dusty silence cornered the two boys.

"Call me Cass," Cassidy eventually told him with a gentle tone and sat down on the bed, Cassidy took a breath.

"You're probably hungry," he told him and picked himself back up, walking over to Kurt, desperately trying to ignore the question in place and grabbing his arm.

"Come on, let's go to the Café and I'll try my best to explain." Another smile.

Kurt eyed the boy up and down and he didn't seem like a threat so he nodded slowly and let himself be led away again. How could it get worse? He already had no idea where he was and learnt his family was gone forever. Forever.

Cassidy pulled the door open and a brown haired boy stood there, about to knock, his fist raised in the air. He was a deer caught in headlights, dressed in green cargo pants and military boots. His upper wear was the only thing that looked high street worthy and it was only a plain dark blue t-shirt.

"Oh, hey Cass," he said and scratched through the gelled locks. "I was just coming to get you."

His eyes fell upon Kurt. "Who's this?"

"Hi Blaine," Cassidy nodded and smiled at him, he reached for a coat off the hook and handed one to Kurt, realising he didn't have any personal items. "Kurt, this is Blaine Anderson, he lives a few doors down. Blaine this is Kurt Hummel, he's just arrived."

Blaine's face paled ever so slightly and he flashed a sad but charming smile. "I'm so sorry."

How did he…?"Thanks," Kurt nodded interrupting his own thoughts.

Blaine returned the gesture politely and turned to Cassidy, "Where you headed?"

"Café; thought I'd get Kurt here some lunch." Cassidy dropped a hand on Kurt's shoulder and, with an emptiness about him, the ex-vocalist smiled tiredly, his eyes drawn back and away from Blaine himself.

The Anderson noticed this and frowned. Why won't he look at me?The same thought replayed and replayed itself as they left the dorm room and headed down to the Café, the whole time Kurt's eyes focused on the ground.

Cassidy left the pair alone to grab some food and Blaine led the new boy to a table, far in the corner, their usual eating spot.

"So Kurt," Blaine asked, coughing awkwardly and for the first time Kurt raised his eyes to meet Blaine's, though it only lasted a second and his eye's fell back to the ground. "When did you get here?"

There was a long silence as Kurt thought for a moment. "I don't know, all I know is when I woke up I was in that room that looked out of date – the one with the garden outside it…"

Blaine took a second to register what he just been said. "Newbie's room, of course, it's where everyone who turns up here starts out," he recalled. "I haven't been in there since I arrived."

Kurt's upper lip quivered and turned up a little before resuming the straight stiff line it had been since they had met. Blaine laughed awkwardly. Probably not the best thing to do when a kid learns his family are all dead. He leant forward.

"Kurt, I really am sorry." He went to lay his hand on Kurt's arm and he flinched, pulling his arm out of his reach.

Suddenly and quite scarily Kurt smiled.

"Blaine, I'm absolutely fine about this, really I am!"

Blaine sat too shocked to speak at this sudden turnaround of attitude.

"Kurt…" He said slowly and cautiously and Kurt just sighed, whilst rolling his perfect blue eyes.

"Oh come on, Blaine, really?"

"What are you talking about, really what?"

"Obviously this is all just a dream, I worked it out, I must still be asleep or in a coma or something, I'll wake up eventually in a room of doctors rushing to my bedside, just you wait and see."

Blaine was tempted to argue but Kurt seemed to take this pretty well and considering how he himself reacted when he learnt about his family being killed and about Dalton, he decided to ignore the obvious denial. So instead of confronting him about it, he just leaned back and kept his eyes focused on an interesting spot on the floor, it just seemed like the best thing to do at that moment in time.

After a while Cassidy returned, somehow managing to carry three cups of coffee in two hands.

He smiled and placed two, one each in front of Kurt and Blaine and one where he sat, then ran again to get the food that he couldn't carry with the coffees.

Kurt hummed whilst watching the blond and took a sip of his drink; the strong aroma was the only seemingly familiar thing in connections to his past life. A beautiful sense of nostalgia washed over him and he sighed happily. When he closed his eyes he was back with New Directions, in the Lima Bean.

He could hear Rachel to his right complaining about a solo that wasn't fully focused on her and Finn trying to comfort her, though failing tragically.

Tina and Mike were to his left. Mike telling Tina about a dance competition he was planning on competing in, naming famous dancers that would make special one-off appearances to which Tina just nodded and acted impressed when Kurt actually knew she had no idea what he was talking about. The thought was sweet though.

And then sat in front of him was Mercedes eating a slice of chocolate cake that smelt so sickly and rich and Santana staring down her nose in that snooty kind of way, like she always did.

Brittany was with Artie, who was trying for the life of him to explain how the big bang worked and in response all he got was a query on the colour of the explosion, 'Was it purple?'

Kurt reopened his eyes to a very watery looking Blaine and he blinked to clear the mist from in front of him.

"Are you okay Kurt?"

What a question to ask a newly born orphan. Blaine internally scolded himself on that smart move.

The brunet opened his mouth to answer and in the end just shook his head. His eyes trailed along the floor and to the perky blond who was now apparently talking to some dark haired student he didn't recognise. But then why would he? He hadn't been there very long.

"Cassidy's really nice," Kurt noted and tilted his head, feeling his eyes well up with moisture.

Blaine hummed in agreement.

The blond looked away at something the other boy said, looking confused and annoyed.

He totally contradicted Kurt's previous statement as he marched over and slammed the tray down on the table, the other guy watching from behind. He kept quite as he tried to pierce a Capri-Sun with a blunt straw, frowning and muttering angrily.

Kurt didn't know why but suddenly he found himself in floods of tears at this little action.

No one said anything as Kurt continued to break up realising he wasn't actually unconscious, but quite the opposite.

He'd give everything to be anything but conscious right now.

Everything was so surreal and sudden; he didn't know what to do or think anymore.

It was hazy and was as if he really was dreaming.

Even with Cassidy's confused stare and Blaine's concerned observation he couldn't help but cry.

Another thing Miss Valentine had also explained, in their conversation a little earlier, was that he was pronounced dead and how everyone he had ever known believed it.

The funeral was happening in a week.

As soon as he stepped through that heavy metal door his old life ended and he was thrusted full pelt into a new one. A fresh sheet of paper with a newly sharpened pencil awaiting him.

Authors note:That was quite depressing to write, hopefully when Kurt settles in, it'll become lighter :) anyway so tell me what you think! Please? About the fic, about Cass, anything :D I love hearing from people… if you spot where I got the idea from 10 points ;)

Like I said at the beginning you'll find out more things in a little time, things will thread together like Kurt's family The accident will be explained.

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In the next one:Kurt is still trying to come to terms about losing his family and it's his first day of training, a 5k run will surely get it off his mind for a bit. But wait? Who's his partner?