A: Hi, I'm Arti! (moonycantdance on Tumblr)
C: And I'm Chan. (babygirlyoudashit on Tumblr)
A: So a few months ago, we started this RP-
C: Where I was Blaine,
A: And I was Kurt.
C: We got this idea-
A: to co-write a fanfiction-
C: -that is centered around Kurt and Blaine!
A: Anyway, here it is. So far, we only have the first chapter done.
C: But much more is to come.
A: Many thanks to our beta, Liam (justwaitaclocktick on Tumblr)
C: We hope you enjoy. We do not own Glee.
A: Signing out,
C: Chan.
A: and Arti. 3
"Yo, dude, heard about the new guy transferring?"
"What?"
"Oh, yeah! McKinley, right?"
"Aren't they our competition for Sectionals?"
"Totally. Anyway, I heard from somebody-"
"-dad's talking to the headmistress-"
"-be gay?"
"Dunno, also heard that."
"Check your sources."
"Has anybody seen him?"
"Nah."
"No, yeah, I think Blaine mentioned..."
"Blaine?"
"Yeah, Anderson, lead Warbler? Dude, where do you live?"
"With me, sadly."
"Wait, so Blaine knows him?"
"That's what I heard."
"So he's gay?"
"You can't just assume he's gay..."
"Have you heard Anderson talk about him?"
"No, I just told you."
"He's gay."
"When's he coming?"
"On Monday, I think? Dunno, that's what somebody said."
"He's a senior?"
"No...our year, I think."
"Who, the new guy?"
"You know about this, too?"
"Just saw him leave with his dad."
"What?"
"Who is he?"
"What does he look like?"
"Can he sing?"
"What's his name?"
"Kurt Hummel."
"I hope he's hot," Jack said, sitting on the side of his bed and swinging his feet.
Ian slowly lowered his cell phone from his face and shot him an exasperated look. Wordlessly, he raised it back and continued to text.
"And I hope he smells better than you."
Ian removed one of his sneakers and chucked it at Jack, who flinched as it hit the wall and bounced onto the floor.
"You only strengthen my point, Sebastian. I smelled your shoe coming as it was flying towards my head… Oh, you know I'm kidding. You smell more like—"
"Shut up, Jack." Ian cut him off, smiling.
"—deodorant," he finished, standing up and placing his hands on his hips. "So there."
Ian raised an eyebrow and stood up as well, walking over towards Jack and standing in front of him, towering over him by a good six inches. "Adorable," he cooed, patting Jack on the top of his head.
Jack glared at him, his face flushing with annoyance and embarrassment. "Well I need to go… find a better friend!" he cried, defiantly, storming out the door with no particular destination in mind, except away.
Upon checking his watch, Ian determined that he wouldn't be gone very long, since Kurt was due to arrive soon, and Jack had been so excited about it all day. He plopped back down onto his bed and grabbed a bag of Twizzlers that he had been hiding under his pillow. Not that Jack would ever touch candy, but the other boys often visited. And they ate everything.
Shortly after he ripped open the pack, Ian heard the rattling of wheels coming down the hall. He munched on a Twizzler and listened as the noise got closer, and then was followed by a fist rapping at the door.
"Come in!" he called, lazily. The door slowly opened, and a slender boy with brown hair propped it open with a suitcase as he entered.
"Hello," Kurt said, smiling brightly. He dragged several large suitcases through the doorway, huffing from exertion.
Ian looked up, blinking once at the new guy; shit, he was gay; at least he certainly looked gay. Huh. Instead, he sprung up from his bed, the springs creaking in time as he raised his hand up to high five him in greeting, which Kurt returned as a reflex, pleasantly surprised by the immediate inclusion from the boy that he was going to be rooming with for the next two years of his life, his face bright.
"Sup, dude. I'm Ian."
A smile stood welcoming on his face and he turned, rubbing the back of his head and snapped off another bite of his Twizzler. "That's your side," Ian pointed to the spare bed, which in a hurried attempt to be cleared for the announced roommate now sat amidst random shirts and textbooks, all of which belonged to him.
"Sebastian, please, a little courtesy to your roommate. How you've managed to pass dorm inspection this week is beyond me," The principal spoke up, her voice slightly exasperated, but an underlying tone of amusement was evident.
"Shre, thng, mish."
"And no food allowed outside the dining hall. That's the sixth time this week." An impish grin followed the warning.
"Surreh."
"Now clean this up and help Kurt get settled. Where's Jack?" Kurt recognized the name of his other new roommate, still awkward in the new environment, not comfortable enough to set his belongings down just yet. Ian gave a noncommitted shrug and popped the last bite of his Twizzler into his mouth. "Well, then, Kurt, I'm sure you'll settle just fine now. Stop by my office anytime if he gives you any trouble." She winked at him. Yes, he definitely approved of this woman. Kurt gave her a small nod and thanked her before the headmistress smiled and turned to leave.
"So." Ian stood there, observing him curiously, already nibbling at another Twizzler, his eyes earnest. "You're gay, right?"
"Y-yes?" The question took him by surprise, and Kurt glanced sideways awkwardly. The blond boy nodded; right, of course. "Why?"
"Nah, just wondering. So is Jack, by the way. I can't believe they're letting you room together, dude. I remember this one time," Ian had slumped back onto his bed now, and watching his snack with much more interest than one should give to food, talking animatedly. "This one time this guy Dan wanted to move in with his boyfriend. It was epic." Later on, Kurt would learn that this was a word to be expected often from the other boy's mouth. "-had to sit them down to give them a talk about inappropriate touching below the waist. Nobody let them live it down for months." A laugh.
As he propped up his suitcases against the spare bed, having to kick a few articles of clothing out of the way beforehand, Kurt decided not to point out that he had no plans to engage in a romantic relationship of any sort with this Jack guy, gay or not, and instead gave him a polite smile and nod, taking a seat.
Suddenly, there was a loud clattering coming from the hall that sounded like thunder. Kurt jumped and almost fell over, but Ian sat still, shaking his head. "Well, here he comes," he said, stuffing another candy into his mouth.
The door was flung open, and a small, dark-haired boy raced into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Kurt noticed that he was wearing tap shoes, which had been the source of the clamor. The boy was breathing heavily, but he held out his hand for Kurt to shake. "I'm Jack," he said, smiling shyly, staring at his feet while he talked.
Kurt stood up and took his hand, which trembled a little in his grip. Jack quickly let go and ran to his bed, jumping on top of it and collapsing under a stack of pillows. Kurt blinked and lowered his hand, startled. That was certainly an… interesting welcome.
He casually walked over to Ian's bed and perched himself at the end of it, crossing his legs. Ian was looking from Jack to Kurt and back again, nodding his head as if this were a daily occurrence.
Kurt slowly leaned towards Ian's ear to whisper, "Does he always act like that?"
"Yeah," Ian said, stopping to savor the last bite of his Twizzler. "He's really weird around new people. Don't take it personally, man. Just wait 'til he gets to know you better." Kurt noticed Jack peeking over the side of a pillow at him. Ian raised his voice to normal speaking level as he continued, "He's actually a horny, loud little shit."
Jack glared at him and raised a book to cover his face, nearly snapping and throwing it at his head. But, admittedly, Jack wasn't very athletic, and he would probably end up hitting his new roommate in the face if he tried. And though this roommate, now revealed, wasn't exactly his type, he was still attractive, and undoubtedly gay. Jack's first impression was probably bad enough, so he refrained from giving Kurt a bruise to further it.
"Do we get closet divisors? Because I'll admit I'm picky about my clothes and where they go on the rack," Kurt spoke up to the other two boys, glancing at the wooden furniture against one wall of the room, uncrossing his legs to stand up and take a look.
"Yeah, Jack's on the left, I'm on the right."
"No, I'm on the right."
"What...no, you're not," Ian muttered, looking confused. Jack rolled his eyes and ended up deciding to toss the book at him anyway, now that Kurt was safely out of the way. It hit the wall. "Yo, chill! Well uh, just push stuff around, dude, and get your clothes shmwhar in thur." He started chewing halfway through his sentence, as Kurt sifted through clothes. He could clearly tell which belonged to each boy, and nodded approvingly at Jack's taste, picking out a silk button-down.
"Thank goodness for you," he murmured, going back to his bed, making Jack blush under the attention and smile sheepishly. "What's with the tap shoes, though?"
"I just… I wear them all the time," Jack replied, quietly, hoping that Kurt didn't think it was stupid. "I dance. Tap. Jazz. Among other things."
Kurt nodded approvingly and opened one of his suitcases, lifting out a massive amount of clothes. He squatted on his knees in front of the closet, and began to fold shirt after shirt into the drawers, knowing he'd have little use for them since the uniform policy, but he wanted them with him anyway, when there was a light knock at the open door, and a chiseled, handsome boy leaned against the doorframe, his arm up above his head and a smirk on his face. He nodded up at Kurt. "Hey, there."
"...hi," Kurt replied, straightening up and dusting off nonexistent dust from his lap, looking at his two roommates. Jack sort of hid behind a pillow again and the red tips of his ears were visible; Ian didn't even look up.
"Sup, Kirk?"
'Kirk' nodded at Ian again and turned his attention back to Kurt. "You're the new kid, aren't you? Kurt? I'm Kyle. Kyle Kirkland," he stepped forward, stretching out his hand, which was shaken with raised eyebrows. "Saw you walking in and figured I'd introduce myself." Still that self-awarding smile on his face. Kurt smiled gratefully at him.
"Yes, that would be me. I figure it'll take some time to wear the 'new kid' tag off."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, Kurt," Kyle replied, his eyes bright. Who was this guy? "Give me a call if you need a tour or something. I'm a floor above. Senior," he pointed at himself, obviously satisfied with that. Kurt nodded curtly. "See you around, I guess."
"I guess."
"I guess," he echoed, grinning and stepping back, shutting the door as he left.
"…And there goes Kirkland," Ian said, digging into his nightstand for another bag of candy. "Don't mind him.. I should mention, Kyle's gay too. Damn… this room's a gay magnet."
Jack provided no additional comments, squeezing his pillow against his chest and staring at the door, wistfully. "Aw, look. I think Jack's got something for him," Ian said, looking at him adoringly.
"… He's beautiful," Jack squeaked, tearing his gaze away from the door, and then glancing towards Kurt for any agreement.
"Mmmhm," Kurt responded, half-heartedly. He raised an eyebrow and returned to his suitcase, picking up an armful of his shoes.
"Wait," Jack said, his mouth dropping open in mortification. "Are you—? I thought you were… You're actually straight, aren't you? No, you can't be—"
"No, I'm gay," Kurt said, chuckling and lining up a pair of knee-high boots against the wall of the closet. Ian nodded.
Jack furrowed his brow and looked Kurt straight in the eyes for the first time. "Then how can you not realize how delicious that man is?" he asked, realizing that he was already beginning to let his guard down around the newcomer. It was a personal record time, possibly.
"I have my eyes on someone else," replied Kurt, quietly, making his way back to his bed. He figured that he might as well say it, since he was going to be living with these boys for the next two years.
"Ooh," Jack breathed, rolling onto his back. He hung upside-down off the side of the bed, eyes curiously following Kurt. "May I ask whooo?"
Kurt shrugged him off half-heartedly and turned to change the subject when a distance clanging off a bell sent Ian zooming out of the room, forgetting his shoes, which he skidded back for, and then ran off again.
"What just happened?"
Jack laughed lightly and shook his head. "Sebastian loves food… I'm surprised he's so slender. Anyway, that's the bell signaling dinner. I'll take you."
It turned out that the dining hall was in a building opposite the dorms, and they had to go through outside, and in mid-winter, Kurt almost froze to death in his thin white frock and jeans, teeth chattering until they went indoors, and Kurt was met with the sight of four long tables where students sat, seemingly divided by years, mostly, and a teacher's table. Boys were scrambling inside, some diving into food right away like his new roommate, whom the brunette spotted between a mass of heads stuffing down a chicken wing. "You eat here every day?"
The awed tone of Kurt's voice made Jack laugh lightly, looking up at him with shining eyes and nodding, excited to have the upper hand knowledge of the situation and made his way between two of the tables, constantly shoved by hungry teenage boys; Kurt tried not to feel scandalized about the food flying. "Is there no order?"
"Boys!" a stern voice called out, and the hall immediately fell silent. "Please take a seat and cease the monkey act." Recognizing the headmistress, Kurt nodded in approval at the low murmur while everybody scattered to find places, and was about to sit down next to Jack when a hand waved at him from the opposite side of the table; the face connected to that hand was pleasingly familiar.
"Kurt!"
Blaine had spotted Kurt across the table, and instantly, a grin crept across his face. He called at him, waving, as he stood up and walked over to him. He took a seat next to Ian, realizing that he was still grinning.
"Oh," Kurt said, startled, resting a hand on his cheek, which he knew had become lightly flushed. "Hi," he said, the corners of his own lips turning up.
"I see you've met Ian," Blaine said, nodding his head and greeting the blonde, whose mouth was occupied with a large slice of pizza. "And Jack." Jack was lost, gazing at something elsewhere. He opened his mouth and raised his fork, which missed and poked him on the chin. "Lovely to see you too, guys," Blaine murmured.
Kurt nodded and smiled. "I just got here a few minutes ago, but yes. I'm already settling into our room." He glanced at Jack and then attempted followed his gaze, which led him to the handsome brown-haired boy from earlier. Kyle, was it? He quickly looked away.
"I would have greeted you earlier, but I had an exam," Blaine said, sadly, and then he turned to see what the two boys were looking at.
It was Kirkland.
Burning annoyance built up in Blaine's chest, but it began to dissipate as he saw Kurt turn away, disinterested.
But… was he disinterested? Kyle was attractive enough that Blaine doubted this.
Kurt pushed his food around his plate and then removed his napkin from his lap. "I'm not hungry," he determined, uncrossing his legs. "And I need to meet with my professors anyway. Makeup work. Easing into the curriculum, and all that."
"Mmmff. That sucks!" Ian laughed between bites, awarding him a raised eyebrow and annoyed look from Blaine.
"Oh. Well, good luck Kurt," Blaine said, giving him an encouraging grin. "Not like you'll need it, though." He winked, which led Jack to choke on a lettuce leaf.
After Kurt had stood up and left to throw away his plate, Blaine turned to Ian and Jack. "Please treat him kindly," he said, looking at them both, although he doubted that either had a truly mean bone in their body.
"Goes without saying," Jack chirped, combing his fingers through his bangs.
Ian set down his drink and lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah. 'Course, Blaine."
"Just a reminder," Blaine said, looking away from Ian and brushing off his blazer. "I'll see you two around, then." With that, he stood back up to go to Wes, who was giving him a cocked eyebrow, his gaze following Kurt as he left the dining hall, and turned to ask something to his friend.
Ian licked his lips. "Pass that green sauce?" he nudged Jack, pointing to it. The brunette took a sniff from it and shook his head. "You're allergic to peanuts."
"Oh, right. Pass the yellow one, then?"
"Pepper."
"Damn it."
Later on, Kurt returned to his dorm room, teetering beneath the heaps of papers and textbooks on his arms, and kicked the door closed, dropping everything onto his bed with a deep breath, and ran his hands through his hair, wondering when he was going to have time to do all of this by the time it was due.
"Kurt?" Ian peered around the bathroom door, toothbrush in mouth, and uniform tie slung around his shoulders. He waved at him until he spotted the stuff on his bed. "Holy-oh, dude, I feel for you."
"And that's only five classes," he sighed, dropping down onto his covers, causing the pile of textbooks to peak over. "Speaking of which, aren't you supposed to be in one?"
"Uh...yeah. But it's Health, and nobody listens to Frannie anyway." The blonde spat out into the sink and rinsed his mouth off, then patted it dry with a towel, clapping Kurt on the back. "You got your schedule yet?"
The countertenor nodded and took out a folded piece of paper from his blazer pocket. "But I was given this day off to settle in—hey!" Ian had snatched the schedule and was muttering under his breath to see which classes they had together. "Oh, you're in my P.E class. Sweet. Wait, advanced math, advanced French, English AP, what are you?" he looked horrified, and Kurt flushed, taking it back.
"Never mind that, get to class."
"English AP." Ian's face lit up, remembering something, and smirked at Kurt. "That's Blaine's class." He ducked around the doorway with a snort to avoid the pillow being tossed at his face.
Kurt felt a fluttering in his chest and sighed, exasperated, turning the corner to meet Ian's gaze. "Is it really that obvious, Ian?" he asked, defeated. Although Ian looked like a dumb blonde on the outside, he was very perceptive.
"I'm good with these things," he mused, tossing an apple core over his shoulder and into a trash bin. "You obviously have a thing for him."
This was disastrous.
Could he even trust Ian? They just met today. And if Blaine somehow found out about this… Kurt blushed at the thought. It would be the end of the world, surely. He'd have to transfer schools – again. No, he'd have to leave Ohio forever, or else he'd be tormented by endless mockery.
"Just—just don't tell Jack, or anyone else, okay?" Kurt pleaded, nervously. "Please. I can't—"
"Alright man, whatever," Ian interjected, nodding. "I have to get back to class though." He tightened his tie and tossed his book bag over his shoulder. "Later!"
As Ian left, Kurt dragged himself over to his bed and collapsed onto it, ignoring the math textbook that was poking him in the ribs. If Ian was able to tell so quickly, who else had noticed? Had Blaine noticed?
Kurt gasped at the thought and shoved his head into a pillow, trying not to scream. No. It couldn't be.
He tried to calm himself down with the fact that Blaine didn't seem to have noticed. And that Ian had seemed rather cool about it.
And that Blaine was in his English class.
With a newfound enthusiasm, Kurt reached towards his English textbook and started on his makeup work.
He had become so absorbed in it that when the bell rang, signaling that classes were over, he jumped and almost fell off of his bed. There was loud rustling, quite like lunch time, as boys ran out of classrooms, and lockers slamming around, making Kurt wince. He was still jumpy whenever he heard that, it-well it brought back memories he was trying to forget. The door opened a little while later, and he closed his textbook, expecting to look up to a blonde head or lean body, but instead meeting dark curls. "Blaine," he said, surprised, sitting up.
The senior grinned down at him, and behind him stood another boy, taller than the pair of them, and bright blue eyes. "I hope we're not interrupting anything important," Blaine greeted him, moving into sit on Jack's bed as the other boy came in as well. "Kurt, this is Chase, Chase, this is the guy everybody's been going on about all day."
Said guy blushed to his ears and smiled at the straight brown haired boy, who sat down next to Blaine and nodded at him. "It's nice to finally meet you," he said honestly, and Kurt noticed he had dimples around his mouth when he smiled. "I suppose you'll be joining the Warblers?" He shared a look with Blaine that made Kurt stop in his tracks.
Wait a second.
"I'm opting for auditioning, yes," he replied softly, his confidence wavering for a second and he glanced at Blaine, who was smiling at him, encouraging. Blaine had never spoken of this Chase person. "I'm not sure if I will, though. I guess I...it feels like I'm betraying my team."
"Oh, don't worry about that. It's all friendly competition after all," Chase told him warmly, with a small smile, flicking his head to get his bangs out of his eyes. Kurt wasn't sure he liked him that much. "My boyfriend's in his school's glee club, and we compete all the time. No hard feelings."
Never mind, Chase was great.
Kurt's smile turned genuine now, and returned his gaze to Blaine. "I'll consider it." Blaine opened his mouth to say something in reply when the door opened and Jack came bounding in, stopping and flushing a little when he noticed the other two boys in the room. He ducked his pointy chin and smiled at them in greeting, going straight to the bathroom.
Two seconds later, Ian banged the door open and nodded at Chase and Blaine, falling back onto his bed, a gummy worm slacking from the corner of his mouth. "Detention again," he groaned, throwing his pillow over his face, muffling his voice. Blaine rolled his eyes. "Oakland?"
There was a muted moan of agreement from Ian's bed, and Jack came out of the bathroom, seemingly trying to figure out where to sit, since his bed was occupied, and ended up at the edge of Kurt's bed, glancing around at the other boys. Kurt looked over at Blaine. "So did you just come here to coax me into the Warblers?" he joked, smiling at Chase, who laughed.
"I was bribed," he defended, raising his hands. Blaine pressed his lips together. "Well, I've heard you sing, and we could use your talent."
"You sing?" Jack piped up, looking at Kurt with interest. The brunette nodded with a proud smile; he could appreciate his own talent, and shrugged at Blaine, though perhaps a little disappointed that he hadn't come to say hello or something- "And, you know, see how you were settling in," Blaine added suddenly, and absolutely nonchalantly.
Kurt had to fight back a smile. "Apart from the mountains of catch-up work I've been assigned, I think I'm okay," his voice was light and pleased, and the other boy nodded.
A phone buzzed and Kurt patted his pants, but it wasn't him. Chase rummaged around his blazer for a BlackBerry and smiled. "I gotta take this. Nice to meet you, Kurt," he informed them, waving and leaving the room with a 'Nate?' Kurt turned to Blaine and mouthed 'boyfriend?' and the other nodded with a chuckle, seeming undecided about something.
There was a muffled voice from under Ian's pillow, and Jack leaned over to swat it away. "Speak properly, Sebastian."
"What time is it?" came the tired voice from the boy. Blaine was the first to glance at his watch.
"Almost five," he informed him, and Ian jumped out of the bed, cursing repeatedly and hopping around to strip himself off the blazer, until he seemed to remember there were three gay boys in the room and hopped over to the bathroom. Kurt gave Jack a questioning look, which was returned with 'soccer practice' as if it were obvious.
Figures he was a jock. Kurt had to admit the blonde boy kind of reminded him of his step-brother in some ways, though he wasn't nearly as tall. His roommate came out of the bathroom in navy shorts and a matching shirt with a red stripe across it, knee-socks and cleats in hand, blowing away his hair from his green eyes, "Later, bros," he called out, waving as he left the room.
Blaine stood up, and Kurt forced himself not to follow him with his gaze. "I should be going, I suppose," he said casually, folding his hands into the back pockets of his pants. "Jack, Kurt, I'll see you at dinner." Was it his imagination, or did Blaine wink at him along with a smile before leaving?
"So," Kurt said after a while of silence, where Jack stared at his feet, swinging them. "I pride myself in many things, one of which would be my ability to spot a crush a mile away. Kyle, huh?"
The other boy almost fell off the bed. "W-what do you mean?" his voice was squeakier than usual, and he blushed to the tips of his ears.
"Oh, I've seen the way you look at him, and how you get when we talk about him," Kurt replied, smirking, rather pleased about himself. "Do you want him?"
Jack looked at him with puppy eyes and half-shrugged half-nodded. "I suppose, yes."
"You're getting him then." Kurt grabbed a piece of paper from his notebook and tore it out, then picked up a stray pen. "Come on, I set up my dad with the woman he's married to now, I'm rather good at this." Jack's face lit up with a hopeful smile.
"Now, tell me about him."
It was like he'd unplugged Jack's sink of words. "Okay, so he's gorgeous, of course, and ripped, but that's because he's on the swimming team," he started, as Kurt wrote down key words. "He wins every meet, and he's so dedicated to it. I think he doesn't like music—" Kurt scoffed and looked personally offended at that, but waved at Jack to keep going, because the boy had stopped and flushed. "He's really confident and embracing, I suppose, to people he hasn't met..."
"Has he been on your radar for long?" the brunette asked his new roommate with a smile. He knew that rant ability when it came to a crush.
Jack's black locks jumped a bit as he nodded. "I think I've liked him since last year," he replied with a sheepish grin. Kurt nodded; definitely like his own crushes. "And when have you two interacted? Do you meet much?"
"Well, he's a senior," the gray-eyed boy responded, grabbing a pillow from his bed and hugging it to his chest. "So not much. How are you going to do this?" he asked Kurt, obviously hopeful.
Kurt smirked. "Like I said, I'm rather good at this." He stood up and brushed off his blazer.
End of Chapter One. Hope you guys like it!
xxx
Artemis & Chan.