A/N: I don't really know why I started to write this, but I felt like making an addition to all the amazing Klaine stories. I'm still working on my HP/Twilight crossover, but yes, I ran out of ideas long time ago. Let's hope a little re-reading will lit the fire of inspiration!
Concerning this story, this is only a...pilot chapter? Yeah, you could say that. If you like it, and want more I'll maybe make it a multi-chapterd story. I'm not sure which rating I'll put on it, the language will probably be bad sometimes but I don't plan on making a sexfiction. More fluff. On pretty pink clouds. That smells like roses.
I absolutely L*O*V*E the char Jeff of the Warblers, so I'm gonna give him a rather big role. Not to mention he's hot like ****. I've changed the background story a little, but it will be explained if I continue with this fic.
Well, I shall disturb you no longer. Read and review!
PS. If you don't know what a slapbet is, you really need to watch How I Met Your Mother.
Kurt Hummel walked up the stairs to Dalton Academy. He had yet to put his uniform on, but he was early so there was time. His grip on his bags firmed. He had packed every garment he owned in the two biggest suitcases he could find when his had gotten the custody. Now the biggest problem was finding the dormitories. There was no map, no signs, nothing that could show him the way, and Kurt started to get nervous. He felt so out of place, like this wasn't his school at all. He put down his bags, they're were heavy after all, rolled his weight to right leg and crossed his arms. Well, this was a good start. He was in Westerville, Ohio, Usa, and he had no idea how to navigate himself. He wished he was back home in London, back at McKinley where his friends were. Kurt checked his watch, a quarter to eight. He really needed to find the dormitories now. He heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a blonde boy in Dalton uniform walking in his direction. He fingers were quickly typing on his iPhone, music in his ears and he didn't see Kurt. Kurt realised, somewhat too late, that the boy was heading in a steady collision course towards Kurt. Before Kurt could move, the boy crushed in him.
"What the fuck man, whatch where you walk...Oh!" said the boy, seeing that Kurt wasn't wearing a uniform.
"Uhm, I'm Kurt Hummel. I'm new."
"Dude, you speak brittish."
"That may have something to do with me coming from the UK."
The blonde boy smiled and offered a hand, and Kurt shook it.
"I'm Jeff, Jeff Sterling. What's with the bags?"
Kurt looked down to his suitcases.
"I'm boarding, actually. But I can't find the dormitories."
"They're in another building. Come, I'll show you the way."
"You're not missing classes now or anything?"
"Nah. I might get a little late, but who cares. I'm just helping a new student in need, right? Can't get detention for that."
Kurt smiled again, and Jeff picked up one of his suitcases. Strange, thought Kurt. I haven't smiled in weeks, and this boy shows up and makes me smile twice. They walked mostly in silence, Kurt couldn't figure out any topics to talk about, and to avoid embarrassing rambling about nothing, he kept quiet. The walked for a minutes, and then reached a building, very simillar to main building.
"Well, this is it. Do you have a singleroom?"
"Yep, room 14."
"Lucky you! I room with Blaine! There's barley any furniture left with dancing."
Kurt looked at Jeff, confused.
"Blaine...?"
"Oh, right, you're new. I forgot. He's the leadsinger of the Warblers, and he is annoying as hell."
Kurt nodded, not really interested.
"I'm sorry man, but I have to ditch you, I'm really late for my class."
"Oh no, it's okay! Will I see you later?"
More like, can I sit with you at lunch so I won't look like a total loser.
"Sure man, see you later!" called Jeff as he jogged off for class. Kurt quickly went up the stairs to the dormitory, as quietly as he could. He found his room, and started to unpack. He had to find his uniform.
"WES! DAVID! YOU MORONS, GIVE HIM BACK! WHERE'S PUMBA?"
A door slammed loudly, followed by the sounds of two boys laughing hard.
"Did you lose Pumba again, Blaine? You really need keep better watch over your possesions, honey."
"I wouldn't need to if you two weren't the worst theifs in Ohio!"
"Now really, we do take that as an insult. We put a lot of thought in Pumba's kiddnapping this time!"
Kurt opened his door quietly and peeked out. A rather shot boy with dark hair was standing with h is back to Kurt, facing two taller boys who were smirking.
"Wes, did you check your secret storage of M&Ms in the second case of your drawer this morning?"
"No, I didn't but how did you know my secret hiding place? I changed it last night!"
"I've got my sources."
Wes scowled at David, who seemed very busy with fixing his not at all crooked collar.
"Anywhore, I have taken every single M&M in hostage and I will tortue and kill all of them slowly if you don't give me Pumba back. Especially the yellow ones."
Wes paled.
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
The shorter boy crossed his arms and rolled his weight to one leg, looking rather cocky.
"Houston, we got a problem." said David.
"David, release the prisoner. Immediatly."
The tall, dark boy started to walk down the hall ,in Kurt's direction. Kurt closed his door, wondering what madhouse his dad had sent him to.
Blaine was very satisfied with himself. In one single morning he had not just saved his favourite cuddletoy of all times evah, he had even managed to get to class in time. On a Monday morning! He felt an elbow nudge him, not so gentle.
"You weren't serious with my M&Ms, right?" murmered Wes to him.
"Of course I were."
Wes looked at him in horror.
"But I am a man of honor. I'll keep my word. I got my Pumba back, you will get your M&Ms back."
"Even the yellow ones?"
"Especially the yellow ones."
"I love you, man."
"Funny, you only say that to me in assosiation with me giving you candy."
"Fuck off. It was my candy from the start, and-"
"Mr. Anderson, Mr. Montgomery!"
"Sorry, miss Gray." they said automatically in unisont.
"As I said before, we have a new student. He's transferring all the way from London, and expect all of you will take good care of him and give him a warm welcome."
Just then, the door opened and an angel stepped in. Blaine stopped in mid-breath.
"Uhm...Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel." He said timidly. Blaine melted. His heart pounded so fast, he suddenly felt very warm. Kurt, speaking with his high-pitched voice and accent, was without doubt the most beautiful thinng he'd ever heard.
"Blaine? Are you okay?" whispered David next to him.
"David, have you ever believed in angels?"
David's eyebrows rose in an unmistakable dude-seriously-face.
"Definetly no. Who revived Walt Disney? You look like you're about to puke rainsbow at any moment."
Blaine felt embarrassed. Several people had turned their heads towards them, David was the worst whisperer of all times.
"If Mr. Anderson and Mr. Thompson are done talking, I would like to start my lesson. Mr. Hummel, please take the seat next to Mr. Sterling. Okay class, turn to page 394..."
Blaine sighed. Miss. Gray was one of the few teachers who still insisted on calling students by their surnames. Blaine watched Kurt glide very self-concious into the seat next to Jeff, and Blaine couldn't help himself. When Kurt bent down to sit, Blaine saw the nicest piece off ass he'd seen in a good while. He swallowed and watched jealously as Kurt and Jeff started talkin glike they've met before. To Blaine's disapproval, he notcied all the gay/bi-students had also watched Kurt's nice ass. During the lesson, Blaine couldn't take his eyes off Kurt. Kurt said something, and Jeff lauhged. Then Blaine saw something, only for a brief second, but he still saw it. Kurt looked sad. Then he put up a smile again, which Blaine now saw wasn't completely genuine. But his perfect facade wasn't completely flawless, every now and then when Kurt thought no one looked, his face were turned from happy to...grieving. The lesson ended, and Blaine couldn't remember a word of what Miss. Gray had said. Blaine hoped Wes had taken notes for him to copy later.
Lunchtime. The morning had passed surpisingly quickly, and Blaine sat down with Wes, David and Jeff as usual.
"Hey, Jeff! Wait!"
Wes, David, Blaine and Jeff turned around to see Kurt running to them.
"Sorry, Mr. Sanders wanted to talk to me before lunch, and god, he never got to the point."
"No worries, buddy." Said Jeff." This is David and Wes, and Blaine."
Kurt noticed that Jeff said David and Wes like DavidandWes. He guessed they were very close friends. The shorter boy, Blaine, was pretty...handsome...okay, no.
Just admit it, Kurt. You think he's hot.
They all exchanged handshakes and set off for lunch. They sat down a table, and Kurt tried to catch up with boys' conversation-speed. They changed subject so fast, and sometimes they all started laughing at something Kurt didn't understand at all. It was obvious that these boys had been friends for quite some times, and had been through quite much together. They all had an impressive large amount embarrassing stories about each other, often involving alcohol, missing clothes, pranks and girls. Both David and Wes had girlfriends, Jeff had quite a background with girlfriends, but no one mentioned Blaine combined with girlfriends. Or girls at all.
"So Kurt, got a girlfriend?"
Kurt snorted.
"Defintly no."
The other guys looked at him questionly. Blaine looked at him hopefully.
"Oh, I'm gay."
Kurt had taken it for granted that they understood he was gay. Apparently not.
"You're gay?" Blaine blurted out and he wanted to slap himself.
"No, that's why he said it, moron."said Wes sarcastically.
"Shut up."
"Just admiring your brilliant inputs, mate."
"You know, I do still have your M&Ms..."
"Okay, okay! Sorry! Don't touch my M&Ms!"
Blaine smirked. Wes scowled. David tried to keep the conversation going.
"Well, it's good you're gay Kurt, maybe Blaine will stop torture us with his damn musicals and Vouge magazines..."
"You're a genuis, brother! Man, I really hope Kurt and Blaine become best friends for ever on fluffy pink clouds and-"
"Are you gay?" Kurt asked Blaine. Blaine nodded. Kurt smiled.
"Oh Jeff, did you see that? I think I can already see a rainbow!" said David.
Jeff laughed and gestured with his hand a rainbow.
"Aw, it's beautiful!"
To Blaine's surprise, Kurt blushed. It was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
"So Kurt, you're from London, yes?" said Wes. Kurt nodded."Not that I object or anything, but why Dalton? It's not across the street per se."
Kurt's smile dropped and he instantly put on his perfect facade.
"I had to come live with my dad, I lived with my mother before. And he sent me to Dalton." Kurt said, very matter-of-factly.
"So you've lived in UK your whole life until now?"asked Blaine.
"Yeah, but I've been over quite many times. Visisting and stuff."
"But you're staying here?" said Blaine. Wes and David snorted.
"Blaine, please, you don't have to be that obvious."said Jeff.
"What? I'm just curious! Not everyone who come to Dalton stay!"
"Yeah, yeah, sure..."
"I'm staying." Said Kurt quietly.
"See, Blaine? No need to worry."
Silence.
"So...what's with the Pumba-incident this morning?" asked Kurt and everybody stared at him. Then David and Wes burst out laughing so hard they almost fell off their chairs, and Blaine put his face in his hands.
"Okay Kurt, there's something you should know about Blaine. Pumba is Blaine's favorite cuddle toy and I'm sure he would be capable of murder if anyone layed a finger on him. Wes and David however, do not value their lives and keep stealing Pumba."
"He gave me black eye once, I'm not kidding."said David.
"I did not! Wes elbowed you!"
David seemed to reconsider.
"Not impossible, but I like the thought on having a slapbet on you."
David and Wes highfived.
"Kurt, it's not too late to transfer from Dalton. I would totally understand if you can't stand these two nutters. Expecially David, who wet his bed until he was twelve."
Wes started to cough-laugh, unable to keep his face straight. David put a finger in the air in front of Blaine and said:
"Oh no you didn't! Blainyboy, I know where you sleep!"
"I know where you hide your porn." said Blaine in a dangerous voice.
"I know where you keep Pumba."
"I know the so-called secret ingredient in your brownies."
"I know-wait what?"
David stop mid-sentence, and Blaine smirked.
"If you spill I won't get any A's! My brownies are the only reason Headmaster Nickelson hasn't kicked me out yet!"
"Don't worry pal, I won't spill. But I just gained a slapbet!" said Blaine and put up his fist up in a superman-gesture. The other guys laughed. Kurt looked around. No one seemed to be bothered by the boys' loud conversation, and frankly, Kurt was surprised no one had told them to shut the fuck up yet.
"Don't people ever tell you to...know, shut up?"
"Nah, it doesn't work. Belive me, people have tried but since David and Wes sat their foot on Dalton the only quiet time is the few hours they sleep."said Jeff.
"I blaime Blaine, we weren't that much of prankers before he came along."said Wes.
"Speaking of pranks, brother, I have a great idea. It involves a pint of neonyellow paint and our dear friend Nick."
Kurt listened to the boys' evil madness for the rest of the day, mixed up with some classes and later the same night, Kurt went to bed. For the first time in in several weeks, he didn't cry himself for sleep.
A/N: So? What did you think? Do want to read more? Review and let me know:)
