Kurt laid on the bed at the end of the room, looking at his new friends and for some part his family.
He enjoyed watching people; it was something he'd always done, something he and his father had done on the bench at the end of their road when he was only a child.
There were eight boys in total in the dorm room, and he was the newest. He looked across, not really living the moment, but seeing it from the outside, as if he wasn't really there.
At the end of the room, nearest the door, were two boys say opposite each other, sharing coke and playing cards. In the middle of the room a boy lay on his bead arms outstretched over his head reading 'To kill a mockingbird' with awe spread across his face.
On the bed across the room from his own he saw two boys sitting laughing at each other, throwing pillows, gesturing wildly and the bursting into fits of giggles.
And finally on the bed nearest him were two boys sitting on the middle of the bed amidst a jungle of sheet music and sweet wrappers.
The older boy was sitting with his legs off the edge of the bed with a Disney songbook in his hands, brow furrowed deep in concentration as he went over the word and notes in his head.
The younger boy say bolt upright, guitar resting lightly, with his legs crossed neatly to reveal pink socks.
He was playing the opening chords of Belle over and over, each time more patient than the next, waiting for the other boy to get the words and pitch right.
Kurt sat up slightly to hear better, a small hum coming from his mouth without him realising as a small smile spread.
The two boys beside him had stopped practicing and were now singing loudly, grinning ridiculously.
He joined in a little on Belles parts, his falsetto raising across the now silent room the other boys only joining in on the chorus, the two boys who were initially singing now standing on the bed acting as they sung, the room ringing with laughter.
And now he wasn't watching the happenings, he was the happenings, and he knew instantly he was going to fit in here.
He knew he wasn't going to be alone, he knew he had friends who accepted him, not because of circumstance but because they chose to be his friends, because they enjoyed his company, and his humour. He knew moving was the right thing to do.
And, for the first time in a long time he knew he was happy.
this is my first fic so let me know what you think ;)x