Not Another Love Story,
"DAD!" Kurt Yelled by the window of the car as he honked.
"I'm Coming, Jesus christ, Kurt, waiting has never been your forte. Hope they'll teach you patience at that new poshy school of yours." his father answered as he came out the door.
"Yeah yeah" his son dismissed closing his window again.
He waved bye to his step brother and step mother, waiting for his dad to start the car.
"You ready? You sure you have everything?" Burt asked. Kurt Nodded. "Ok then let's go."
As they left Whitman Avenue and then Lima, the teen grew more and more stressed. He Stared off at the Christmas lights which decorated houses still, as they passed by. His father, sensing it, tried to reassure him but not getting any other answers that muffled groans he changed tactics. He tried to make him think of anything else, changed topics often, trying to find one that Kurt would respond positively to, but again, he failed. That hurt him. Burt loved his son, and for a long time, almost 10 years, the only person they could count on were each other. And now, Kurt was leaving, off to a new school in Westerville. After he learned that the bullying his son was the object of was way more intense that he thought, (i mean he received death threats for goodness sake), the bald mechanic tried to do everything in his power to get the bullies expelled but when that didn't work, he, Mr Shue, Carole, Kurt and his friend Blaine came with this idea. The all boys boarding school offered a strictly enforced, zero-tolerance bullying policy and Kurt already had a good friend there, Blaine, who he met when sent by the New Direction, his glee club, to spy on rival show choirs. Sure it was an hour and a half away by car and The young brow-haired teen wasnt quite happy about the uniform, Carole and her new husband wouldn't be able to go on a honeymoon for now because the tuition was quite expensive and most of all, he and his only son wouldn't be able to live under the same roof for a while. But Kurt deserved to be safe and happy. And 1hr and a half wasn't THAT much and his kid could come back home for a night and every weekend he wanted, if he felt down or anything. And Carole and he didn't need that honeymoon anyway. What they needed was for their Kurt to be safe.
"Dad give me your phone please" Kurt said, stopping his father's train of thoughts.
"Why do you need my phone? Your fancy one stopped working again?" The father asked.
"The battery's down and I told Blaine I'd text when we'd approach Westerville so he could get ready. He's gonna help us get everything up in my room." The son explained.
"I don't have his number in my phone tho-"
"Yes you do I've put it in the other day at aunt Mildred's place so i could keep texting him if my phone died. Thank god i did cause it did died and I CANT, for the life of me, spend another christmas holiday at her place without texting someone about how horrible it is. I mean dad, she only cleans up her fridge like, every two months! And have you seen the state of her bathroom? she has like one basic shampoo. She does NOT have normal hair dad she has grassy hair. Pretty sure you could fry a shitload of thing with all that oil." the young one interrupted.
"Language Kurt." Burt reprimanded. "Fine here" he searched his pockets one by one but alas didn't find his phone "oh shit I left it home. Sorry Kiddo"
"Language Burt." Kurt mimicked. "So we're gonna have to get all my stuff up in my room alone? Great" he added irony dripping from his voice.
Kurt went back to staring out the window. They'd soon be at his new school. He was quite happy to start living with a bunch of guys his age and starting classes that would be actually challenging for him (because let's face it he wasn't learning much at McKinley, he pretty much spoke french better than his teacher at this point merci beaucoup)was awesome, but the stress started over powering the excitement little by little,3 days ago and as the date he was moving into his new bedroom approached. And now, he just asked himself: why he was doing it?. He could go back there was still time. But no there wasn't. He would be brave, he would have "courage" ,as Blaine kept texting him over and over again. It became a joke between them even. He would do it, he could do it. It was a good thing. And Blaine was there. Blaine. Dreamy Blaine. He was only a friend for not even 2 months, and yet, they were already so close. Kurt thought he fell for the guy the very second he saw him. But the curly haired teen proposed him only friendship and that was okay too. Because he was a great friend and that was what Kurt needed at the moment. Someone who would support him and who he didn't have to try to impress when taken out on dates. Someone who would joke around and text and watch lame tv shows with him, not someone who would make him go crazy with jealousy and add drama to his life. He had enough of that! He saw how crazy everybody in new direction became when they started the dating games. Kurt didn't need that. He needed friendship, and he found the best one yet. He loved his ladies and the ND guys were awesome, but Blaine was like his long-lost sibbling, they were in synch with each other. Blaine was the one who actually suggested that Kurt transfer to Dalton. He even arranged the meeting between Burt and the principal. And last but not least, Blaine was also a strong SHOULD in the "reasons i SHOULD / SHOULDNT go to Dalton" list Kurt made. He would be close to his best friend now. And if he felt down he could go back home anyway or just have Blaine cheer him up.
As they arrived the sun sat down on the last sunday of the winter break. Everybody would go back to school tomorrow. Father and son went to sign in and get Kurt's uniform, schedule, little map and room key. He had an Empty room. Kurt rejoiced, that was excellent news. He thought of tracking down Blaine to help them put all his suitcases and things in his new sleeping place, but the senior student who welcomed Kurt and gave him all his information, proposed his help, and Kurt knew Burt should go back home soon. They got everything in Kurt's room and said their goodbyes. It wasn't very long and they both pretended they weren't teary eyed. As Hummels do. Both of them sucked big time at saying goodbye.
Kurt's room was...simple to say the least. As you entered it you could see four plain cream painted walls white ceilling and a parqueted floor. On your left was a first bed pasted to the left wall and your right was the other bed pasted to the right wall. There was a quite large window opposed to the entry door and two big desks with shelves above them. A door that took you to a toilet with a bathroom sink and a mirror was on the far left corner and a tiny walk-in closet on the far right corner.
Kurt unpacked quite quickly just the stuffs that would get wrinkled if too long in suitcases and left the rest to unpack later choosing to start hunting Blaine down.
After asking only one person, his neighbor, a really nice, really tall, blond student, whose name was Flint, and Kurt recognized as a member of the Warblers, he was able to get Blaine's room number, which was only two rooms down the hall from his own. He was about to knock when Wes, Blaine's roommate, the head of the Warblers, a black-haired student opened the door. Kurt asked him if Blaine was there and Wes said yes and welcomed him to enter the room as he was heading to the showers. Kurt entered the room. It was simple, much like his, except it had more posters on the wall and it seemed more alive. He spotted Blaine lying on his front on his bed, moving his head while listening to music with his headphones and blogging on his laptop. Kurt Approached him quietly and jumped on the bed when he got close enough.
"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WES?" Blaine screamed, surprised.
"Nope!" Kurt answered simply
The hazel eyed teen stopped moving around and then twisted around.
"KURT! What are you doing here? Why didn't you text? I told you to text me! Now you and Burt had to take everything on your own to your room didn't you? You know he can't lift heavy stuffs you're the one who told me that!"
"Slow down tiger! The Senior who does all the welcoming new students stuffs helped us and my phone died i couldn't text!"
" Gah! Stupid IPhone! You're here! Finally!" Blaine said as he moved to hug Kurt.
"I know! I'm just two rooms away! How awesome is that? and I have a room for only MOI!" Kurt answered as he returned the hug.
"Which is a good thing because you can't live with anyone!" The curly-haired joked pulling back from the hug.
The glasz eyed hit him in the arm playfully and then they sat next to each other on the bed their backs resting against a poster on Blaine's wall.
" Au contraire! People can't stand to live with me because it's too hard to be at my level of perfection. They all can't help but be gross or noisy or -"
"Teenage-y?" Blaine interrupted
"Stop that now Blaine Warbler" Kurt pouted.
Blaine laughed which brought a smile to Kurt's lips.
"I finally watched it!" Kurt said as he pointed the poster of Ratatouille they were both resting against.
"Finally! So the verdict is?" His friend questioned him
"Amazing. God it's like i've been to Paris Blaine! You were right, and then I cooked A LOT it gave me a lot of ideas for new recipes!" The taller one gushed.
"Wait is it that moment? that big moment? Are you ready?" He looked at Kurt who was raising a perfect eyebrow at him "I TOLD YOU SO!" he screamed "Oh god it feels so good."
Kurt laughed for all his worth. "Oh stop that would you!"
Blaine finished laughing and then asked "So those new recipes will I be able to taste them? I can get you access to the kitchen" he said in a flirty way.
"I don't know if you're nice and don't make a fuss when i ask you to go to sleep" The fashionista joked.
They continued like that for the better part of 2 hours. Joking around and discussing the greatness of pixar.
When Wes came back he joined them for a bit but then went back to studying. And then when he started getting ready for bed Kurt and Blaine decided that they would let him go to sleep and even follow his example going to get ready for bed themselves. They parted ways, Blaine promising Kurt to come get him around 8, so they'd have time to catch a light breakfast and then he'd take Kurt to his first class.
As Kurt laid in Bed later though, he started thinking, and that, wasn't good. He realized all of a sudden that he wasn't home, in his bed. As he started to get more and more sad he texted Blaine.
Can't sleep, too sad :( -kurt
He got a reply almost right away.
Coming, cheer up :) -blaine
Kurt read the message again and again not understanding it 'till he heard a light knock on his door. He opened the door to let a pajamas and comforter wearing blaine in.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm sleeping in the spare bed silly. I'm not leaving my best friend to sleep alone in a new unfamiliar room when he is sad!" The shorter one answered.
"I... Thankyou Blaine but there's no spare bed I've put all of my unpacked stuffs on it!"
"Well then we'll share your bed" he said as he threw himself on Kurt's mattress.
Kurt grew nervous could he really let Blaine sleep in his bed? But as Blaine started to grow impatient and told him to "stop thinking and just go to sleep" Kurt huffed a "oh what the hell" and then lied down next to his friend. They whispered for a while talking mostly about Kurt's stress and then let themselves fall asleep. Kurt thanking his lucky star for finding a person like Blaine.