Kurt pulled out his map, looking at the room number written in pencil on the side. "Room 236" It said, the bubbly secretary having written it there a few minutes previously. Since the bullying had gotten worse at McKinley, his family had looked into the local private school, Dalton Academy. Luckily a boy had transferred a few weeks prior, and they had a room open, and were glad to welcome Kurt in. He had just got out of the headmasters office, and was headed to find his room, wherever it might be in this giant reformed mansion.
He headed up some stairs, and passed by a long row of doors, but each was listed with 100 numbers, so he turned back to the staircase, and climbed to the next level. He found the first door easily enough, but the dorms here were spaced out further, each was slightly bigger for the older students, Kurt was lucky to not have one of the freshman dorms. His was a single, and if the way the numbers were going, his was quite a ways down the hall. He walked further down, until finally coming to the end of the hall, room 236 staring back at him. 'This is it,' he thought to himself, pulling out the key the secretary had given him and unlocking the single room.
Inside was relatively bare. A small table was next to the door, a bed was across the room and a desk sat under a window, and to his side were 2 doors leading to what he assumed was a closet and a bathroom. He noticed that he was quite a ways away from the other rooms, and as he walked in and set his suitcase on his bed he said to himself "Well, I guess no one will be opposed to me singing whenever I want."
"Actually, I do like it to be quiet most of the time, plus I am far too young to have to worry about going deaf listening to that voice all the time."
Kurt spun around, looking in the shadows of the empty room.
"I haven't actually practiced materializing recently, forgot about that." A voice said, followed by a body slowly materialized next to the desk. "Though in fact I imagine you are not interesting enough for me to need to get in the habit. "
"Excuse me?" Kurt snapped, he wasn't sure what the boy was exactly, but he wasn't shocked to the point of not realizing he was being insulted.
"Oh, you haven't fainted yet, I thought with your voice Dalton might have become coed. I guess I was wrong." The boy smirked at him, obviously enjoying himself far too much.
"What are you? The Ghost of Assholes Past?"
Sebastian sneered. "You're feisty. Shame it's wasted on you. Could you dress any gayer? Some of us do like to break stereotypes every so often." He said, glancing over Kurt's outfit. "And yes, to answer the question, I am a ghost. Died right in this room. I believe this is the part where you go screaming to the headmaster asking for a room reassignment and leave me the fuck alone."
"Not going to happen, I have my fair share of figurative ghosts, a real one, no matter how much they resemble a meerkat, is going to scare me away."
"A challenge! I like it. You know, the last boy, he lasted 3 months before I finally scared him away. Do you think you can beat him?" He looked smugly at Kurt.
"Hi, I am Kurt Hummel, future Broadway star, and currently, your long term roommate." He held out a hand, smiling insolently at the ghost.
"Sebastian… you really aren't spooked? Usually the whole, I scared away the kid before routine works. Are you sure all that hairspray hasn't given you brain damage?" the ghost, Sebastian, Kurt corrected in his head, said.
"Oh believe me, I have dealt with far worse than you." Kurt pointedly began unpacking, and a glance over his shoulder showed that Sebastian had dematerialized, but Kurt could swear he hear a "huh" come from Sebastian a few seconds later.