Hi everyone! I'm brand new here! This is my second day! Wahoo!
Anyway, this story was inspired by comments made by Darren Criss and Chris Colfer on numerous occasions. You know, one's about stuff like 'intergalactic glee clubs' and 'if blaine were to die, it better be cuz he got hit by a dragon or something cool'... oops, I just gave away the plot! Haha! Just kidding! Anyhow, this is very much unlike the other Glee fics I've written, but it is in honor of Darren and Chris and I hope that you'll enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own GLEE or the characters Blaine and Kurt! However, StarPfig Academy and the funny characters there are definitely MINE, so please don't steal them... (they are so ridiculous, why would you?)
Alright! Read, enjoy (hopefully) and give me reviews! 3
ADVENTURES AT SASG
Stepping down the metal grate steps of the large, high-gloss blue and silver-chrome ship, Kurt took a deep breath and smiled excitedly. His blue eyes danced as he surveyed the alien landscape rolling out before him. Ahead of him, beyond the landing strip, a wide slate stone pathway wove through meticulously landscaped gardens, leading the way to the large school campus.
Kurt's smile grew into a larger, somewhat goofy, grin. He could see the campus in the near distance, he could feel the slight change in the gravitational pull, he saw the two moons hanging in the blue day sky, and yet, he couldn't believe it! He couldn't believe that this was actually happening; that he was finally here.
Here; StarPfig Academy for the Specially Gifted (SASG).
Here; the intergalactic school he had been dreaming of ever since the brochure had been placed in his hand two summers ago at the roaming show choir fair in Ohio s capital.
It had taken months to convince his dad and step-mom of the severity of his desire to attend this prestigious and expensive boarding school. And, it had taken probably twice that long to convince them that this could be an option. The cost of attending was significantly higher than most college and university tuitions back in the United States, but Kurt had been assiduous in tracking down and applying for every scholarship he could find.
Realizing he was holding up traffic, Kurt pulled himself back to reality if this truly was reality, and clutching his carry-on tightly to his side, stepped away from the foot of the steps. He followed the other new students as they walked to where two of the workers were unloading the suitcases from the rear storage of the grandiose spaceship.
A tall, slender woman with a perturbed scowl permanently imprinted on her face began to step through the growing city of suitcases. She would grab the tag of a suitcase and call out the name of the owner. Once it was picked up by the student it belonged to, she moved on to the next suitcase. Waiting patiently for his name to be called, Kurt grinned when a familiar someone stepped up beside him and clapped their hand on his shoulder.
"Blaine," said Kurt, turning his head to smile brightly at the dark haired boy.
"Excited?" asked Blaine, knowing the answer.
"Over the moon," exclaimed Kurt, clutching at his bag s strap where it hung over his shoulder.
Blaine laughed at the unintended pun and patted Kurt s shoulder.
"Kurt Hummel," called the woman.
Quickly stepping forward, Kurt left Blaine s side to pick up his brown suitcase. He grabbed its handle, smiling brightly up at the thin woman as he did so. She did not return his smile, but peered down her nose at him nodded her chin ever so slightly. Kurt stepped back to Blaine s side, hauling his heavy, over-stuffed suitcase alongside him. They waited together for Blaine s name to be called.
Once Blaine had his suitcase, they walked together up the winding stone path toward the school campus that lay ahead. It seemed to double in size as they drew near. Kurt stared in awe at the stucco and stone walls as they continued forward. Blaine pulled his acceptance letter from his pocket with his free hand and quickly looked it over to remind himself which dorm they were in.
'Sprigglespurts Hall', read Blaine, wondering at the name.
There was a map of the campus grounds on a large stone tablet near the closest entry. The two boys stopped and looked it over, trying to find the ridiculous name. Kurt pointed to it when he found it. Blaine nodded. It was the building that stood furthest from where they were currently standing. They both groaned lightly, their suitcases already pulling their arms loose from their sockets. Even so, nothing could put a damper on their spirits - they were at StarPfig Academy, after all.
"Hey new kids," called out a garbled voice.
Blaine and Kurt looked up to see a short, red alien creature with the schnoz of an anteater. He was dressed in the black StarPfig blazer with silver and blue crest on his breast pocket, a blue tie tight around his bulging throat hung over his white shirt.
"You look lost, need any help?" he asked, now that he had their attention.
"Thanks," spoke Blaine, flashing the... boy(?) a genuine smile. "We're supposed to be in Sprigglespurts Hall?"
"You've got a walk ahead of you, then," he laughed.
Kurt and Blaine exchanged looks.
"The quickest way is if you head down that path and then cut through the Kirchhoff gardens," he said, "gesturing the direction he meant. Just don't let Mr. Hurmnoff catch you on the grass."
"Thanks," spoke Kurt, he and Blaine both nodding their appreciation.
"No problem," answered the alien boy. "See you around."
Lugging their large bags alongside them, the two boys headed down the stone path that connected to the one they came in on. Kurt marveled at the flawless blend of modern and medieval architecture the large school possessed. Meanwhile, Blaine searched the faces of each student they passed, wondering which would be in his classes and who he might end up befriending.
Soon they came to a large garden that stood as a courtyard between three different stone buildings. A cast iron sign read Kirchhoff Garden. Kurt bit his lip, wondering about Mr. Hurmnoff, whoever that was.
"Let's go," encouraged Blaine, his free hand pressing into the middle of Kurt's back.
The two boys jogged clumsily through the rich garden filled with all sorts of unfamiliar flowers and shrubberies, struggling against the weight of their luggage. Once they reached the opposite side and were back on a stone path, they allowed themselves to walk again. Kurt glanced back over his shoulder wondering if what they had just done was against the rules.
A group of girls dressed in blue and silver cheer-leading outfits strolled past the two boys. There were a few human girls in the group, but most were aliens in curious shapes and colours. They all eyed Blaine and Kurt up and down with raised eyebrows, mildly interested in the fresh meat , but the group did not slow their pace as they walked past.
Finally, after walking countless mazes of stone walkways, Kurt and Blaine reached the entrance to Sprigglespurts Hall. Kurt paused and took a deep breath, wanting to commit this moment to his memory.
Blaine smiled at his fair-skinned boyfriend; he waited until Kurt was content to continue forward.
"I still can t believe we're here," admitted Kurt to Blaine, as they stepped into the front entrance of the building.
Taking in the regal surroundings, Kurt let out a gasp of delight. The ceiling was probably three stories above them and a large, exquisite chandelier hung over their heads. A grand, dark wood, staircase stood before them. It curved its way up to the second floor where the hallway above them was open to them below. A few students walked across it, just their shoulders, necks and heads visible from that angle. The rest of the entry on their level was a large meeting room with fancy red couches with dark-wood arms and legs that matched the banisters, trim and staircase of the building.
A young man stood at a desk in the far corner of the large room. Blaine and Kurt decided he was probably the person to see and headed his way. He had looked human enough from across the room, but as they approached they couldn't help but notice the gills on his neck.
"Names?" he asked, barely glancing up from the paperwork before him.
"Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson," spoke Kurt, excitedly.
The young man ran his finger down the alphabetical list in front of him.
"Blaine Anderson," he spoke. "You are in room 23, here s your key. If you gave us the correct measurements with you sent in your paperwork, your school uniform should fit and is hanging in your wardobe."
"Thank you," said Blaine, taking the key from the man s outstretched hand.
Not responding, the man went back to looking down his list for Kurt s name.
"Hummel, is it?" he questioned
"Yes," replied Kurt, anxious to learn if he were in a room close to Blaine s.
"Ah, yes," spoke the man, letting his finger linger on Kurt's name on the list. "You are in room 38."
He reached behind him to grab the room s key and handed it across the desk to Kurt.
"There should be a handbook and schedule in both your rooms," he said, finally looking up at the two boys. His eyes looked reptilian. "I suggest you read through them once you get settled."
Kurt and Blaine nodded before turning to leave.
"Um," Kurt turned back, questioningly. "Which way?"
The man didn't say anything in response but simply pointed up.
Keys in hand, Blaine and Kurt headed toward the large staircase that Kurt had admired when they first walked in. It was awkward to carry their suitcases up the winding, red carpeted stairs, especially after carrying them for so long already. Kurt switched hands a few times.
Finally, they reached the top of the stairs. Glancing down the hallway, Blaine looked for the numbers on the doors to indicate whether they should head left or right. Seeing the door straight ahead of them was 25, they realized they had to go separate directions. Blaine set down his bag to give the trim brunette a quick hug.
"I'll see you in a little bit," Kurt laughed, putting an arm around Blaine to return the hug.
"I wish we could have shared a room," spoke Blaine, obviously nervous.
"You've gone to prestigious boarding schools before, Blaine," reassured Kurt. "This is no different."
"Except it is on a different planet," laughed Blaine in exclamation.
"At least we're in the same building," said Kurt, patting Blaine s shoulder.
Blaine nodded, putting his dapper Dalton face on, "I'll see you a little later, then."
"As soon as I get settled in my room," offered Kurt. "I'll come find you."
Kurt turned from Blaine and walked down the hall, watching the numbers on the doors go up a number at a time. He swallowed nervously. Knowing Blaine was uneasy, he hadn't let on to just how anxious he was. He had never been away from his family for longer than a few nights, now he was light years away.
He had been ecstatic when he received his acceptance letter the previous spring. Fear, however, had sat like a stone in the bottom of his stomach once the reality set in. He had been so glad and relieved to learn that Blaine had also been accepted and was coming with him. Kurt had practically forced Blaine to apply with him, knowing that if he was accepted there was no way he could possibly spend an entire year on a different planet than his new boyfriend.
Reaching the dark wood door with the number 38, Kurt took a deep breath and reached to put the key in the door knob's keyhole. This year was going to be amazing, he knew that, but it was nice to remind himself of this. Unlocking the door, he turned the handle and stepped inside.