That blazer. That fucking blazer. It's killing me.
Blaine Anderson, why must you wear that goddamn blazer?
I can't even focus on my calculus paper because Perfect McHotpants is sitting right beside me. I glance at his sheet. Fuck, he is blitzing his test. Remind me to never sit next to my boyfriend in an exam. His hazel eyes glance up to me. "Hi" he whispers with a cheeky smirk on his face. "Hel-" "Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel! No communicating in an exam!" Fuck, Mr. Palmer spotted us . I look up to the whiteboard. Only 30 minutes left. I peer at Wes' paper, he just finished. I'm definitely going to fail.
"BRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGG!" rings the bell through the school. Thank God that's over. I watch Blaine put away his pencils, eraser, calculator and ruler.
Dalton is a big school, too many stairs and hallways in my opinion. But I always know the way to room 226; Blaine's dorm room. Blaine boards here at Dalton because his Mum and Dad travel a lot, Mr. Anderson's work, I guess. I think they are in New Zealand at the moment.
"I'll be five minutes, just taking a shower. You can put the TV on if you want" Blaine says whilst loosening his tie. I sit cross-legged on his duvet. I can hear the shower starting… That would mean there is a very naked Blaine Anderson less than 10 metres away from me. Kurt! Get those vulgar thoughts out of your mind! NOW!
I curl up in his duvet. It smells like his aftershave and a slight hint of citrus. It's calming. I gather some of the blanket up to my chest. Oh my goodness, Blaine has Power Ranger sheets! The incredibly dapper, handsome gentleman Blaine Anderson has Power Ranger sheets. I giggle slightly and yell out "I like your sheets, very errm… Retro?" "Kurt Hummel, are you making fun of me?" "Maybe, what are you gonna do about it?"
Silence came from the shower. Oh my god…