Silly Love Songs

Kurt's POV

Okay, here we go. First day. I'll park my car, grab my bags, and say goodbye, I guess. Carole drove here, since Dad can't drive for a few more days. Finn came in my car, and the ride was pretty quiet, until I turned on the radio to break the silence and 'Don't Stop Believing' was the first song to come on. We looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

" I'm going to really miss in Glee club." I admit.

"We'll miss you too, Kurt." Finn reaches out to pat my shoulder.

I drive through the ornate gates, under the 'Dalton Academy' sign emblazoned with the blue and red crest. I pull up in a car park space, and Carole pulls up right next to us. Finn and I get out of the car, and I'm mesmerized by the mansion-like academy.

With all of us standing in a sort-of-but-not-really-circle, I turn to Finn and Carole…and Dad. Carole speaks first.

"Kurt." She is slightly red-eyed, "I hope you'll settle in soon. We'll come see you at the weekend, and you call, okay?" I pull her into a tight hug.

!I will , Carole. I promise. You look after Dad, okay?" She smiles and nods.

Finn steps forward and almost crushes me in a bear hug.

"You take care of yourself, okay? Remember, I'll kick the living crap out anyone who even touches you." I open my mouth to protest, but he looks so earnest, I can't do it.

"I know Finn. You're the best brother I could have." His face lights up. Lastly, Dad.

"Kurt, I love you, you're my son, and one of the most important people in my life. I want you to be happy." I tear up a bit.

"I'll be happy here Dad, I know it. Thank you."

One last hug, and I can persuade them to go. I wave as they drive away. They offered to help me unpack, but I want to do this on my own. I'm strong enough. This is me moving on.

Wow. Dalton Academy is really something. All marble surfaces, and paintings in gilded frames. All the fancy corridors are like a labyrinth though, I have a feeling I'm going to get lost a lot. I feel like Maria in the VonTrappe house for the first time. The receptionist tells me to meet somebody called Wes at the bottom of the staircase, so I'm headed in that general direction. I think. I hope. I've been wandering for fifteen minutes now, and the corridors are pretty much deserted. Oh, there it is! I peer over the edge of the curved metal banister, and there is a tallish boy in the standard Dalton blazer, shirt and tie waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I hurry down the wide stairs, and he looks up and smiles.

"Kurt Hummel?" it's more of a statement than a question, but he looks friendly enough.
"Yes, that's me. I am so sorry, I got lost on the way here, and I couldn't find the stairs, and-" he laughs, cutting me off.
"Don't worry about it, honestly. I got lost here loads when I was new. You'll get used to it pretty quickly. I would have come meet you from reception, but I was in class, and I couldn't get out early, sorry. I'm Wes, by the way. Do you want me to show you around first?" he asks earnestly.
"Yeah, that would be great, if it's not too much bother."
"Its no trouble. I'm in charge of making sure you find your way alright, but there"ll always be someone around for you to ask. Today is kind of an exception cause the Warblers are giving a surprise performance."

"Oh, who are the Warblers?" I ask, intrigued.

"They're our show choir. I'd normally be performing too, but I volunteered to show you around, so here I am!" Wes grins at me.

"So, everyone went to see your show choir perform?" I can't believe it.

"Yeah, not meaning to brag or anything, but we rock!" Wes chuckles.

"So, your glee club are cool?"

"Yeah! We rock! Why, wasn't it like that at your old school?" I have to stop myself from laughing in his face.

"Uh, no. In my old school the jocks used to throw slushees in our faces for just being in glee club." I shiver at the memories.

"Oh, that sucks. Well, it's not like that here. Do you like to sing?" Wes asks cheerily.

"Yeah, I love it." I smile.

"Oh, cool. You should try out for the Warblers, then. What's your range?"

"I'm a countertenor."

"Aw, man that's awesome! You should definitely try out, then! I'll take you to the next meeting."

Wes shows me the Labs, and some of the classrooms, as well as the cafeteria, the bathrooms, and the common room. Last of all, he takes me up to my Dorm.
"I'm really sorry, but I have to go meet Mr. Jakes, the English teacher, he wants to talk about my Macbeth essay." Wes grimaced, "I have to leave you here." he gestured at the door. "I'm really sorry. Your roommate is Blaine Anderson, he's a really good friend of mine, he's actually a senior, but it was the only room left. Oh, and he's the Warblers lead, you should talk to him about auditioning. Just go on in, he's probably playing guitar or something." Wes rushes off, and I'm left with my bags. I knock at the door, and then turn the handle and push it open.

Blaine's POV

I'm sitting on the bed, reading over some of my old lyrics. They're everywhere. Sheet music is all over my bed, and the floor, and my glasses are lying beside me on top of some scribbled chords. I spend ten minutes putting everything into the cardboard box that I stow back under my bed, and smoothing my hair down when there is a knock at the door.

"Come in?" I call.

Fuck.

There's an incredibly beautiful boy in my room. I'm okay with this. He has the most creamy, flawless skin I've ever seen, and he looks almost ethereally beautiful. His eyes are an aqua blue-green, and they have little tints of navy and black in them.
"H..Hi, I'm Kurt, your new roommate. Wes said that I should just come in, is that okay?"
Oh.

"Y-Yeah, that's fine. I'm Blaine." I get up off the bed and move towards him. I hold out my hand, he takes it, and all I can think about is how /soft/ his skin is. He looks around, and I can see him taking in the surprising neatness of my room.
"Nice curtains." he looks delighted at the matching decor. "Oh, God. Sorry. That must sound so weird."
"No, no, it's fine. I tried to make this place as attractive as possible." I assure him. I reach for the dock remote and turn off the music playing. Embarrassingly, it was 'Silly Love Songs' by Paul McCartney.

He gestures to the bed behind him.
"This one mine?"
"Yeah." I point to the second closet.
"Thats yours too, that okay?" He walks over and opens it gracefully. Jesus, how do you open a closet gracefully?
"Hmm. Not quite as much space as I would have hoped for, but sufficient, I guess." he sees me raise an eyebrow.
"Oh. Um. Sorry. I have a lot of clothes. Like, a lot of clothes." He glances at his bulging suitcases.
"Don't worry, I overpack too." I gesture at my record player in the corner, as well as the books and DVDs on the shelves around the room.

Kurt rushes to the DVDs immediately, running his long fingers over the varying selections. All seven Harry Potter movies, and books, (in order). He gasps, and pulls one DVD out.

"'The Sound of Music', extended edition?" I can feel myself blushing.

"Um. Yeah, it's one of my favourites. " I look down.

"Are you serious?" He asks incredulously.

"Yeah…"I trail off.

"I LOVE this musical." He cries.

"Really?" I ask, surprised.

"Uh, yeah. I made my Dad buy me a Maria bonnet when I was like five. I still have it."

"We should watch it sometime." I blurt out.

"I'd love that!" He exclaims.

"Hey, I'm going for some coffee, would you like to join me?" I ask, flushing.

"Sure, I'd like that." He slots the DVD back in the shelf. "But can I change first? It was kind of a long drive."

"Oh yeah, of course! I'm going to go get Wes, he'll probably want to come too. I'll be back in ten minutes?" He nods, and I stand dumbly for a minute, staring at the slender form as he unzips his suitcase. He removes a pair of black jeans, and a white shirt with a dark red waistcoat. I'm just imagining how the tight jeans would hug his ass, and…other…assets, when he turns around and starts.

"Um," Kurt begins, "Could I, um, I'll just get changed in the bathroom." He scurries off.

The door shuts behind him. Oh fantastic, how creepy did that seem? Yeah, Blain, why don't you just stand there and breathe down his neck while he changes? I grab my wallet and keys, and head to Wes's room.

Kurt's POV

Oh. My. God. He is gorgeous. I lean against the door and sink to the tiled ground. Calm down, Kurt, Blaine's not gay. Whatever about the DVD, he is not gay. But if he was…no, stop it! You came here to be accepted, fall for the second guy you meet.

I pull on the jeans, and the shirt. I walk out of the bathroom, buttoning up the waistcoat. I touch up my hair, and wait for Blaine. I arrange things on my bedside table. Four photographs- One of my Mom, the summer before she died, wearing a patterned floral dress and laughing, one of the New Directions after sectionals, all smiling, and holding a trophy, and one of Carole, Finn, Dad and I, at the wedding. Carole and Dad look so happy. Finn has his arm linked in hers, and my Dad has his hand on my shoulder. My alarm clock, set for seven o'clock.

I wait for another minute, before I spot the guitar leaning in the corner. He's a musician? "I'm about to go over to it when Blaine and Wes enter. I start gultily.

"Hey!" Blaine greets me cheerfully. "Sorry we took so long, but this big lummox was trying to regain his dignity after Mr. Jakes told him off for a sloppy Hamlet essay." Blaine punches Wes jokingly, but Wes tackles him onto a bed, and they start joke-wrestling. I use the situation to my advantage. Blaine isn't wearing his blazer, so I get to watch his biceps tensing and straining as he struggles to get Wes off of him.

"Hey shorty! Come on, that the best you can do?" Wes jeers.

Blain finally pushes Wes off and pins his arms down. Blaine muscles don't show as well from this position, but his ass is fucking perfect.

"I win!" He cries. He gets up, and offers a hand to Wes.

Wes sulkily takes it and gets up off the carpet. They both look at me. Wes nudges Blaine.

"How long do you think it would take to pin him down Blaine?"

Blaine tilts his head to one side, considering.

"Ten seconds?" Wes nods in agreement. I hold up my hand.

"Don't. You. Dare. These jeans were expensive and the waistcoat creases like a bitch." Wes raises an eyebrow and turns to Blaine.

"Get him." I squeal and run to the door, but they're too fast. Wes picks me up like I weigh nothing at all, and tosses me back onto my bed. Blaine jumps onto the bed and straddles me, and I can feel my blood rushing down South. A look flashes across Blaine's face, just a second and it's gone, but it looked like...lust?

I take this momentary lapse to flip him onto his back. I stand up and smooth my hair, before straightening my shirt and waistcoat. Blaine looks surprised.

"What?" I ask.

"You-You're actually really strong..." he trails off.

"My Dad owns a garage, Blaine. I have to help out sometimes." I also work out in my room, but I'm not going to tell Blaine that.

He hops up off the bed, looking somewhat flustered.

"No-I didn't mean that you shouldn't be strong, I mean...Um, I just.." He stumbles over the words. Wes chuckles and heads for the door.

"Come on guys, I'm dying for a coffee."

Blaine and I follow suit, me trying to register the fact that a few seconds ago, Blaine, the hottest guy I've ever met, was STRADDLING me on MY BED.