Last night, I got out of work early, and I was supposed to write more, but Marie (you know her, notleamichele) told me that a friend of ours was in the hospital, and that her mom was preparing to undergo a big surgery (I won’t say who she is, because I’m not sure if she’s comfortable with it getting out, but I will say that she’s a Tumblr person too). So I decided to go visit her instead, cheer her up somehow.
While talking to Marie on the way, she mentioned that someone posted about the ending of Alice in Wonderland being the way it is, and that it had all been Alice’s dream, and that people assume that it might be the way it ends Dalton.
Truth is, while it’s not the way it ends Dalton, the thought did cross my mind. However, the fact that it would mean that it was one heck of a long, very complicated, super detailed dream made it kind of off-putting for me.
That, and the scenario I found when I followed that plotbunny down his rabbit hole and it turned out to be something like this:
At the very end, Kurt is awakened by the sound of Burt’s voice, telling him to wake up. He had fallen asleep somehow during the drive to Westerville, and was now entering Dalton for the first time. Everything had been a dream.
His first task—report to Windsor House. But nothing is quite the way he dreamed. Sure, Blaine, Wes and David were there, but not in the way he initially saw. Everything was quiet around Dalton, and remained a strictly academic atmosphere. The houses were still houses, but no one wore badges.
Windsor House would look just as he dreamed, but Wes wasn’t in Windsor—he was still in Hanover House. He and David were not best friends. They were friends, but not that close. Blaine would ask Kurt if he’ll miss his family being so away, and that while Blaine has a brother, this brother (Shane) was in Europe. And they hardly get to talk.
He would find Blaine in Windsor, however, where they’d welcome him. He would go into the kitchen as he’s toured, and find a pair of identical twins. He would immediately burst out and greet them as he did, but the twins would stare at him baffled. They didn’t move or act together, and they were doing last minute essays for school. One of them introduces himself directly as Ethan, the other would introduce himself directly as Evan.
Ethan would inquire as to why Kurt called them “Tweedles”. Kurt wouldn’t be able to answer. Evan would find this odd, because their older sister apparently used to call them that when they were little. They would welcome Kurt to Windsor from their distance, and then proceed to completely forget he was there and continue working on their essays.
The boy that descends the stairs with Supernatural buttons on his bag would also be recognized. He’s the sophomore, Thomas Houston. But when Kurt calls him Dwight, he would look startled. From their discussion, “Thomas” likes Supernatural, but “isn’t rock salt and holy water a bit much?” He would say this respectfully, since Kurt was older. He also would then proceed to leave the house to go to the library.
Kurt would find a short boy in the room he was assigned to. He would be painting a landscape. He is clearly very gifted. Kurt knows his name immediately, even before he says it. But this Reed was different. He wasn’t clumsy—he was just him. A painter. And he was not a Warbler. He had never tried to sing before. His normal clothes were, however, rather beautiful.
Everything is different in this Dalton, and Kurt goes outside to breathe and finds a familiar blond head sitting on a bench, practicing a song. And he would know immediately who the tall Warbler was. When Logan raises his eyes to him, he would greet him with his full name and has Kurt call him Logan, but he would be treated with an expression of polite interest, or maybe just polite attention (think of Aaron Page’s expression when Kurt makes the canary joke in Glee canon). He takes medication, but for allergies. He is not the Stuart Prefect.
And like the twins and everyone else, he would smile at Kurt, go back to his notes, and forget he was there.
Kurt would find that Warblerland didn’t even exist.
And that was what I found when I followed that plotbunny. And quite frankly, I didn’t really like it. Everyone was gone. They were still there, but they weren’t themselves. Everything that happened in his dream was for nothing and meant nothing, especially to the boys he’d find. At best, they’d think he was a little off his rocker if he even tried to talk to them about it, but the worst is, he wouldn’t be their friend—or if he would, they would not be close.
And I didn’t like it. So I climbed out of the rabbit hole and decided that I didn’t want it to end that way.
So that’s why it’s not a dream. And now I have to go back to writing to catch up with the lost time, because I got home around midnight and passed out. :(