It had been quiet today, almost too quiet. There had been nothing out of the ordinary and the day had gone by with no problems whatsoever. This would have made most people happy, or at least content, but Kurt just felt suspicious. In the two weeks that he had been at Dalton, not a single day had gone by without something happening. On his first day he had been given a rabbit's foot by a muttering dark-haired boy. Last week he had gone back to his dorm only to see that everyone's furniture had been stacked into the foyer. Just yesterday he had encountered a boy rambling on to himself about the pros and cons of shoes. It was never a dull moment in Easton, where it seemed only the craziest of boys lived.

Kurt suddenly realized that he had forgotten to lock his door that morning, a big mistake if he wanted his bed to stay in his room, and he began to walk a little faster towards his dorm. He was about fifty feet away from the door when he heard an ear-splitting bang. He was so terrified that he hit the ground and covered his head. After making sure that he was in no immediate danger he got up and gazed at his dorm. There was black smoke billowing out of the windows on the second floor. Crappy day to live on the second floor, Kurt thought. He stood there looking at his dorm for a second before realizing that his room was on the second floor. He grabbed his bag from where he had dropped it and took off running towards his home.

Jason had finally done it. He had created and perfected the formula that would enhance brain activity. He had been working on it since the start of the year, when the others boys in his chemistry class had made a bet that he couldn't make people smarter, and had failed over and over again, but today he had finally gotten it right.

He was standing in his single, soaking up the success before he put the last ingredient in. He took a deep breath of accomplishment and dropped the substance into the flask before him. The liquid turned a dark purple and bubbled slightly at the addition of the ingredient. Unlike his other experiments, it was stable and did not combust.

"YES!" Jason cried, dancing around his room and pumping his fists in the air. This had to be the greatest day of his life.

Unfortunately for Easton house, the dorm advisor had decided to check up on Jason at that exact moment. "Jason? What are you…" but that's all the advisor could get out before disaster ensued.

"Elliot! What are you doing in my room?" Jason ran to shut the door on the senior but hit his table on his way. The purple liquid slowly fell to the floor and exploded once it hit the ground. A black smoke quickly filled Jason's room and the hallway. Jason ran to open his window and yelled at Elliot to tell the others on that floor to do the same. The smoke began to pour out of the dorm and Jason breathed a sigh of relief. At least the smoke wasn't going to stick around. Jason looked at the smoke that was now falling to the ground and shook his head. He had been this close. He looked out at the grounds, figuring out if he could possibly duplicate the experiment based solely off of memory when he saw a slender boy with icy blue eyes running towards the dorm. The boy had a queen bitch expression on his face and it was only then that Jason began to worry.

"Shit!" Jason exclaimed, "ELLIOT!"

Elliot ran back into Jason's room with alarming speed. "What Jason, what's the problem?"

Jason just stared at Elliot with a look of horror in his eyes. "Kurt's almost here."

Kurt slammed the large, oak doors out of his way. He had a look of murder in his eyes as he marched with purpose to the winding staircase that led to his floor. Normally, Kurt took the time to bask in the perfectness of the architecture he was surrounded by. The ornate carvings of vines and leaves on the banister, the solid pillar that the staircase enclosed, the large bay windows that let as much light as possible into the rooms. At this particular moment, however, Kurt could not be bothered to look anywhere but forward. He was on a mission and would not stop until he knew what was going on.

He was met at the top of the stairs, almost slamming right into the body in his way. His concentration broke for a second as he took in the person in front of him. He gazed up into brilliantly green eyes that were set in rich, dark skin. Black hair fell to his ears in relaxed waves, a look that not many boys could pull off, but this boy in particular did it well enough. Kurt felt the boy's large hands grab his arms and try to hold him back. At the sudden contact, Kurt realized who this boy was and his eyes focused once again.

"Elliot," Kurt growled in a warning tone, "get out of my way." Elliot merely tightened his grip and shook his head.

"Sorry Kurt, can't do that I'm afraid." Kurt smiled wickedly sweet.

"Afraid that I'll kill you? Because rest assured, if I find that anything of mine is damaged I will end you without a second thought."

"Whoa there Kurt, relax a little okay? It was just another one of Jason's experiments gone wrong."

At this point a flurry of limbs came running out of one of the rooms. "EXCUSE ME? My experiment did not go wrong! In fact, Elliot, if you could just mind you own business everything would have been fine!"

Kurt looked over at Jason and a little bit of his anger dissipated. If he thought he was angry, it was nothing compared to what his floor mate was feeling. Jason's sandy-brown hair had escaped the confines of its gelled prison and had taken to falling into his eyes, which were fiery amber at this point in time. His muscles were tensed and his face was screwed up into a mask of anger and bitterness. He must have been really close to figuring out the experiment this time.

"Well Jason, considering how many times you've tried to blow up our dorm, I would say that checking in on you is my business. As your Senior Dorm Advisor it is my job to make sure the whole house is okay, not just you."

"I was fine, Elliot. And may I remind you that I haven't caused any serious damage for months." Jason was practically vibrating with anger by now. He was trying so hard to control himself and it was obviously not working.

Kurt finally realized what he had just walked into. This argument had been a long time coming and Kurt suddenly found himself not wanting to be anywhere near it. He silently wiggled out of Elliot's grasp and snuck down the hallway towards his room. He slid his key into the lock and turned, walking quietly into his room. After a quick look around, he saw that nothing was damaged by Jason's little mishap.

He was just about to head to his desk when he suddenly found himself on the floor. He looked up and saw a boy with black, curly locks and hazel eyes that reminded Kurt of spring time.

Kurt sighed. "Is there any specific reason that I'm on the floor, Blaine?" This was not the first time that Kurt had been ambushed as soon as he walked into his room. In fact, it happened on a weekly basis.

"Oh, not really." Blaine was so oblivious to personal space. There he was, practically straddling Kurt, and he had not a care in the world. Most boys would be at least a little bit embarrassed by the closeness, but not Blaine. Kurt looked over to Blaine's side of the room and instantly saw the reason for the ambush.

"I think that you've been reading too much Calvin and Hobbes, Blaine." Kurt sighed again. He was trying his hardest to remain calm and not freak out, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with every passing second.

"Or maybe I just missed you and got a little overexcited." Kurt raised his eyebrows at his roommate. "Or I could be reading too much Calvin and Hobbes." Blaine immediately got up, pulling Kurt with him. Kurt began to dust off his blazer when Blaine stepped closer. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and buried his face in Kurt's neck. Only Kurt smelled this way, of vanilla and something else that Blaine couldn't place. Kurt, slightly shocked, put his arms around the shorter boy's neck and accepted the , embrace.

"I really did miss you." Blaine breathed hot air onto Kurt's neck; it was enough to drive Kurt crazy.

"I know you did." Kurt squeezed tighter and both boys let go. Their friendship was a weird one that never seized to amaze Kurt. Blaine was so tactile and yet managed to convey a platonic feel at the same time. It was like the two had been best friends for years, instead of just a few short months. The two just smiled at each other, content with the other's company, until they were shocked out of their silence by murderous screaming. Kurt and Blaine jerked away from each other. Blaine ran out of their room and down the hallway, towards the source of the yelling.

Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed. Well at least at Easton I'm never bored, Kurt thought to himself as he set off down the hallway.

[A/N] So this is my first ever fanfic! I'm so excited to finally be posting but also kinda nervous because, I mean, there are some pretty freaking amazing authors out there :) I hope that you like my ideas and story and I plan to post more later on!

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